Studying And Other Adventures

"No you couldn't." He insisted childishly. "Are my eggs done yet?"

"Nope. They'll be done in...oh, I'd say about enough time for a quickie."

He just gave him a look.

"Don't even explain that to me."

"It's sex, Mars. Quick, delightful sex."

He groaned.

"Why don't you ever just do what I say?" He said, sighing heavily.

"Because you say to do boring, unhelpful things."

"I am not boring!" He exclaimed. "You're just..."

He frowned when he realized he couldn't think of what to say.

"...never mind."

"I don't find you boring," he purred.

"Merely...repressed."

He frowned.

"I am not repressed." He argued.

"Have you ever orgasmed?"

He frowned, turning redder.

"No." He said quietly. "But I'm saving it for the right person, and, besides, I'm only eighteen!"

"But you want it, right?"

"...I already told you, I'm saving it." He skirted around directly answering the question.

"But you want it. You crave it, desire it, think about it--even dream about it."

He looked away, flustered.

"...I do not."

"That's your lying voice."

"No it isn't! I don't even have a lying voice!" He yelled, in his lying voice.

Priestly grinned, barely able to contain his giggles.

"There it is~"

"N-no!" He insisted. "...I hate you, you're a jerk."

"Stiiiiiill there~"

He frowned and finally just shut up, still flustered.

Priestly kissed his cheek, smiling fondly.

He blushed, pushing him away.

"Don't."

"But I made you blush~"

"That's why I said don't!" He whined.