This is a compensation for my yesterday's faggotry. SBut, everything I said still stands. I'm doing this only because I felt bad.

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Well, this is troublesome.

Alright, earlier, something's gotten into you, it's explainable, but... Now it's just...
Kazuma, still sitting on your lap, turns his head back to look at your face with a mixture of confusion, embarassment, and overthrowing innocence in his eyes. His cheeks, flushed like freshly baked doughnuts contrast with his pale lips. Oh, those lips...
"F--... Fuku...?"
Silently, almost whispering, he mutters your name. If it wasn't for the darkness of this room, you could probably see that his lips are trembling, in both suprisal and anticipation. But you can't. Maybe that's for the best. Because if you did, you could lose yourself here and now.
Something moves slightly under your palm, slowly, gradually growing bigger, as if to mock the reaction of the rest of his body.
Perhaps you're blushing. Maybe not. One thing's for sure - you've never felt something like this in your life. It's the first time - since that fateful day - when something like this happens. And...
"W-where..." he whispers again "... are you touching...?"

But how did it come to this? Oh, it's not as complicated as it would seem at first.


It's been many days since you've settled down at Eientei with Kazuma and the rest of the crew. It was a bit hard, to get used to living indoors again, but thanks to Eron's medical, and Kazuma's emotional support, you somehow made it. Well, not without a price though. To keep it brief, you lost the job. On the second day, the awaited message didn't appear. Not even an explanation letter or anything. They just severed their ties with you without a word of apology.
That's one thing.
The second are those daily injections Eron decided you need. While it's not very pleasant, and Eron wasn't exactly... trustworthy at first, you slowly grew accustomed to the fact that he really is a doctor, and that he might be right when talking about your... condition. Well, as long as his therapy helps, it's alright. Truth be told, it's a fact that you haven't felt strangely tired or weary ever since it started... Then it would be pretty safe to assume that it helped... right?

Either way, while Kazuma was still prohibited from going outside, for some bizarre reason, you found yourself spending more and more time inside his room, doing what friends do when they gather - talk, laugh (laugh!), play video games... Oh yes, the last one wasn't pleasant at first, but having gotten used to it, you came to like directing that guy in a strange armour in his crusade against various alien races. Hell, if it wasn't for you pride, you would say that you came to like video games. Of course, unless someone asks you this directly, you're never going to admit it. Yeah, while you had to throw aside most of the pride you had developed during the days of homeless wandering, some of it you kept, if only for the sole principle of malice.
Oh, and about video games, Kazuma sitting on your lap became some sort of custom of your daily gamer sessions. And considering that he's pretty much lost to the outside world while playing, letting your hands wander around like they wanted was a natural thing to do, right? It's not like you're doing this because you like it, or anything. It's just those stupid instincts kicking in. And what use is there is containing them if they don't hurt anyone?


And so we return to the present situation. To summarize it in a flash - those sentient hands of yours wandered a tad bit too far, where they really shouldn't. Causing various contradicting reactions from his side. The controller has been dropped to the floor, accompanied by a muffled squeal when you gently squeezed the bulge on his pants. Why did you do that?
"A--ahh..."
And again. What the hell are you doing? And why does it feels so good? No, you know. It's not like it's the first time something like this happened, but...
If... if you pull this string here, his pants should come off... right?
"Aahn!"
No! For fuck's sake, what are you thinking?! There's no way you'd... with this boy...! No, it's just your stupid thoughts kicking in again! How many times has this urge appeared before? Twice? Thrice? No, fuck! Every single time! Why?! Every single time you were 'playing' with him, you KNEW your hands are going to start touching him sooner or later!
"Aa--aah! Ahhn!"
And what, is this what it comes to? That you're groping his crotch furiously like some sort of a dirty, sadistic slut?!
"Oh."
Oh shit. That's right. You've been groping that hot bulge of his throughout all this time. Oh fuck. Holy goddamn shit. Was he moaning? He was. Did anyone hear it? If yes, then--
Fuck!
Gotta fix this, and as fast as possible! But how? If you're just going to back away, it will not only worsen the situation, but make it awkward like hell as well... Then... No, maybe it'll work? It HAS to!
"Uahh--mm?!"
Careful planning didn't take place, but you still managed to cut in just in the middle of his next pleased groan. Perfect. That's what they call an unexpected bit of luck. Even if you plunge your tongue into his mouth like this, he should still be able to breath, right? If so...
"...!"
Wait, what the fuck did you just do?! No, this has gone too far, this has definitely gone too far! You only wanted to stop him from screaming, but...! Jesus, what's wrong with you?! This isn't helping, this isn't helping at all! The fact that your tongue started to dance around his like some sort of a slimy worm, the fact that you can clearly feel saliva - both yours and his - dribble down your chin, the fact that your fingers just started making their way into his pants, it doesn't help the situation at all! Why?! Why did it come to this?!

Suddenly, his back arches violently for no apparent reason. At least it's not apparent until you force all of your remaining attention towards analyzing the impulses coming from your fingertips.
Soft texture, boiling hot, almost burning, slightly wet... Smooth and with a single, little hole in the middle...
"Swhommgh!"
Out of reflex, you try to apologize, but lo and behold - you're still kissing him like mad.
There's no doubt. That thing you're touching has to be his glans, and that slimy substance... pre-cum. It's shocking. No, astonishing. It's not the first time, but to feel it so clearly, and to top it off, it's Kazuma's... Damn it. You didn't want this, you didn't want this at all! No, it was just to... Just to kill some time! And then it just... It just happened on it's own! It's not like you wanted it!
And even though you can feel yourself getting hot down there, it's only natural! You can't help it! It just happens on it's own!
The finger that now belongs to someone else starts sliding around his urethal opening, smearing small drops of pre-cum along his glans and foreskin is natural too! It's... It's not like you can help it!
Out of nervousness, your other hand, until now lightly wrapped around his shaft, suddenly squeezes, making his petite body shiver again. It's really that stimulating? Your hands are...
"Hhnnmm...!"
He tries to moan again, but in vain - your tongue doesn't stop for even a split second. Like if it belonged to another person. Perpetually dancing, twirling around, making obscene, wet noises that you can only wish no one hears. Saliva running down his and yours cheeks, dropping onto his clothes. And your hands, meddling around his crotch, making the bulge even bigger than it previously was.

It's... It's not going to be enough, right?

He's not going... He's not going to come just like this, right?

Because... That's what you want him to do. To end this. To end this awkward situation, he has to come. No, the fact that your own crotch is practically soaking doesn't matter now, he just needs to come and it'll be over--!