Dark Moons ; a 2 Moons A.U. Fanfic

Help Me Forget

Author's Note:

- I'm so done with BeamKit honestly can Ming and Kit just meet already 🙈🙈

- This whole "daddy Phana" thing comes from Phana's actual kink in the books.

- Forth baby what is u doing,,,,

- WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. Not written by me but @Barbara_Oliveira08(<3 <3) bc I can't write {boy} smut for shit! I did edit it, though, but the original writing belongs to my lovely friend.

- This will be my last update for a while, because I have my final exams in like. two days. I was going to delay this chapter, too, but I couldn't resist.

- can someone pls treat Beam right

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Beam's shock was momentary; and before he knew it he found himself kissing back.

His lips soon sunk into a rhythm that complemented the expert movement of his friend's, and he felt his hands intuitively wrap around Kit's neck.

It was as if the movement had broken Kit out of his trance, he pulled away and regarded Beam carefully.

Was he doing something Beam didn't want him to?

Beam could think of nothing but how broken the boy before him looked; and how he badly he wanted him to stop being sad. How badly he was willing to give himself up if it meant Kit would feel better, and stop drowning himself in alcohol over a boy whose name Beam didn't know.

And, of course, how badly he wanted Kit right then.

The faint flush on Beam's cheeks and the way his glassy eyes fell to Kit's lips were all the answer Kit needed.

"Beam," Kit breathed shakily; his tone filled with sorrow and lust. "Beam, help me forget about him."

Beam knew Kit was doing this to forget about him, and not due to any feelings he had for him in particular. And somehow, he couldn't bring himself to be hurt – Kit needed this, and if Beam could give it to him, he would.

He would help him forget.

That's what friends did, right?

It wasn't as if Beam was being asked to do something he didn't want to.

"Kit, are you sure about this?" Beam asked hoarsely. He didn't know how he would control himself if Kit changed his mind now, and so Beam hoped he wouldn't. However, taking advantage of his friend's current state was not an option, either - he was drunk, but Kit was intoxicated.

There was a strange sobriety in Kit's eyes as he gazed at Beam then, one that told Beam that his desire, at this very moment, was reciprocated.

The older boy nodded timidly, biting his lip. A blush deeper than all those that had preceded it crept across his cheek.

That blush was what pulled Beam to Kit again.

To have his first kiss, his first time be with a man this beautiful was an irresistible thought.

Beam tilted his head, deepening the kiss and letting Kit take control.

Kit's lips were as soft as Beam had imagined they would be, and just as addicting.

Beam let out a surprised moan when he felt Kit's hands twist in his hair, pulling slightly.

Kit's tongue skillfully explored every corner of Beam's mouth; the kisses tasted like all the bitter liquor they had consumed but neither of the men cared.