i wanna feel guilty, feel that it's wrong || napola

"I'm not poisonous, you kno-"
Before I could finish my sentence, a quick peck was pressed onto my lips and he muttered: "I am well aware." His fingers almost hectically fumbled my belt open, the bright clinging noise terribly loud in the silence of our heavy breathing. "You're wearing too many clothes. I need-"
"What do you need?"
Friedrich's eyes didn't let mine travel down his body for long, as he simply took my chin with his fingers and made me look back into his gaze once again. "You," he whispered with a shy smile, "We're both hard, we cannot go down to dinner in such state.."

OR

Albrecht and Friedrich share a single afternoon alone. The situation escalates.

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#4 at #napola (15.11.25)