Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

♡ Chapter 1 - The Beginning Pt. I

A/n: I divided the first chapter into 2 parts so that I wouldn't keep you waiting any longer. I'm really sorry. Hope you like it. Love you lots and thanks for reading!! x

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Song: Lost Boy - Troye Sivan

Three things Harry didn't expect waking up to the next day:

1- A message from Ricky apologizing and inviting him out later that night;

2 - His sister saying that they needed to talk;

3 - A huge boner from the dream he had just woken up from.

He doesn't even feel like touching himself, fearing what the conversation might be about. But he is just so achingly hard against his cotton panties that he just can't help himself.

His bedroom door is usually left locked, in case he's just too sleepy or tired to climb out of bed to go lock it up so he can masturbate or do a live-stream. But this time it wasn't, so he hurries to his en-suite and locks himself inside. As he starts wanking himself with steady movements of his hand, Harry can't help but feel weird and somehow guilty as he pleasures himself, because the tone of Gemma's voice when she said they had to talk was too serious for it to be something along the lines of "You have to start doing the dishes more often" or "Your grades are going down, you need to focus more on school."

In the other hand, Ricky's message left him quite torn. He knew all along that Ricky wasn't capable of developing feelings towards someone any further than this, and Harry couldn't complain because his relations always consisted on sucking a guy off a couple of times and that was it. But Ricky was his boyfriend and, besides it not making justice to such term, he still wanted to have feelings for him, have a proper relationship.

Despite his lascivious temperament, he still wanted those so talked about feelings, that warmth of knowing you mean more to that one person that they do. Probably that only happened in movies and those cheesy novels everyone seemed to love and overrate, but he still believed it could happen to him someday, somehow. People only usually saw the pervert side of him, the promiscuous male slut , but what no one knew was how of a hopeful romantic he was deep inside.

As soon as the pearly white liquid starts squirting from his slit, Harry rushes to clean himself and proceed with his routine. He was a tad late, which meant he wouldn't need to engage in further conversations with his sister besides the usual "Good morning" when he walked into the kitchen to drink his energizing smoothie.

Ricky was picking him up like a proper boyfriend, waiting in his Mini Cooper outside at eight o'clock sharp, just like he promised. Harry smiles when he sees him, windows rolled down and some upbeat rock song blaring through the speakers while Ricky nods his head at the beat and smirks back at the curly boy. He gets in in a second, slightly cringing at the loudness inside the car.

"Hey" Harry greets, fastening the seat belt around his waist as he feels the car move from its previous state of inertia.

They remain silent for a minute or two, the clatter of the motor from the reckless speed filling their ears. Ricky takes his eyes off the road for a moment, glancing at Harry with an arched eyebrow. "Did you touch yourself already?"

Harry's cheeks fluster a little at the question. "Yeah" he shrugs, secretly thanking himself for doing it earlier so they wouldn't have to be late for their first class. He always had to get off in the morning, as it was usually a very critical time of the day, or else the urge would come in the middle of his class and he'd have to touch himself right then and there. Not that he would actually mind, but the chances of getting expelled were enough to get such depraved thought off his mind. "My mom and Gemma want to talk to me after school." Harry states, "It seemed serious, so I'm not really sure I can go out later", Harry tells him and watches as Ricky's expression sadden a bit.