Who Ya Gonna Call?!

He giggled.

"Oh, so you know sexual terms now?" he asked, only moving closer.

Mars took a step back.

"Only because my father told me to stay away from them!"

"Did you listen to everything your father said?"

Mars opened his mouth to reply and then snapped it shut. When he opened it again he said quietly, "...no."

"But," he hastily added, "I regret not listening!"

"But you'll regret it now if you do listen~" he said, pressing against Mars seductively.

He retreated again, pushing Priestly away.

"No, I think I'll regret it if I listen to you..."

He grinned.

"You don't trust me, Mars?"

He frowned.

"...sometimes I do."

"Then trust me now," he purred, groping Mars's chest.

Mars almost gave in. But after a few seconds he shook his head and tried to step back again, only to find himself backed against the wall.

Priestly pressed against him again, kissing his cheek.

"Well, well, well..." He ran his hands along Mars's back.

Mars let out a soft moan, which surprised himself. At that point, he tried to push Priestly away again.

"J-just let me shower!"

He licked Mars's neck.

"No, make that sound again."

He felt his face turn red.

"I-I...didn't..." He tried to defend himself helplessly.

"Make it again," he said simply, running a hand over the skin underneath Mars's bellybutton.

As much as he tried not to, he ended up moaning again. Louder this time, of course. He squirmed and wished Priestly would just stop...Of course, he also wished he wouldn't stop, but he tried to ignore that thought.

"It's not so bad if I just...join you in the shower, is it?" he asked, grinning.

He glared at Priestly, but it was weak.

"...I don't need help." He insisted stubbornly.

"I'm here to help you enjoy the shower, silly." He groped Mars's cute li'l butt.

He made a noise of surprise and glared at Priestly more intensely.

"...No thank you." He mumbled.

He stroked his back.

"Why not?"

He squirmed more.

"B-because..." He looked to the side. "...Unless you have a really good reason..."

"Define a good reason," he said, squeezing Mars's nipple.

Unfortunately, it was then that Mars gave in.

"F-fine...!" He muttered in defeat. "...you can...sh-shower with me."

Priestly pulled him into a drawn-out and passionate French kiss.