If you think you know me, think again.
(author-chan activewy wants to jump off a bwidge and fucking die~! uwu)



Whatever Kokichi had been about to say, it died as the words spilled from Shuuichi's lips.  He wasn't sure he'd ever seen Kokichi so flustered in his life.

"What?  Saihara, you want me to...?"  Shuuichi nodded, his eyes glancing down to Kokichi's crotch.  Kokichi's pajama pants were soaked, and he could make out Kokichi's yellow and pink striped underwear through the clinging fabric.  He felt his cock twitch at the thought of Kokichi repissing them.  "I didn't know Saihara was so kinky..."

He giggled nervously, his face redder than Shuuichi had ever seen it.  Then, slowly, he nodded and closed his eyes.  Shuuichi watched with rapt attention as a little stream began to trickle out from the head of Kokichi's penis.  Then Kokichi made a small, pained sound and let go-Shuuichi almost moaned as he watched the piss pour out of his soaked clothing, drenching the bed even more than it already was.  None of that mattered though, as Kokichi had a look on relief on his face and Shuuichi couldn't help but crawl into his lap and kiss him deeply.

Kokichi moaned beautifully into the kiss, and Shuuichi could feel that he was still peeing, now directly onto him as they kissed.  His cock strained in his pajamas-he'd never been so turned on in his life.  This was an aspect of himself he'd never realized existed, but he really couldn't deny it.  Honestly, he didn't want to deny it; he wanted to make Kokichi feel better about the accident.  He wanted to make Kokichi feel good. He reached into Kokichi's wet pants, palming him through his soaked underwear.  Kokichi's bucked against his hand, moaning hungrily.  Confident that his partner was enjoying this, he withdrew his hand and pushed Kokichi's clothes down past his hips so his erection sprang free.  His own clothing soon followed, and he grabbed both of their erections and stroked them with abandon.