꒰ ﹙ ❤︎ ﹚

He wasn't really intending to do anything, not anything kalim had done, but he still kept thinking about it. Especially because Crewel forced him to work with you and Kalim on a project. Talk about sexual tension, he scoffed to himself at the things that kept happening in that godforsaken class.

Kalim was too touchy.

You were too flirty.

Jamil kept staring where he shouldn't have.

He was starting to become bitter.

He shouldn't take this from kalim.

But he wants you, and you don't seem to object to that idea.

Which is why you were rushing out of Ramshackle late at night, praying Grim wouldn't wake at the noises of your late night dress-up. Scurrying out the door, you felt the cool breeze hit your face. What Jamil didn't know is that you pre-gamed. You were already a little high before your body even hit the quiet of the night.

Arriving at Scarabia and to Jamil's dorm, his wary gaze softened.

You were a sight for sore eyes, and his eyes were definitely sore, definitely exhausted, definitely hurt.

“Prefect. Thanks for swinging by,” His eyes glistened in the dim, warm lighting. “I didn't expect you to be so willing to come by anyway. Thought maybe you would be here for Kalim, considering you're all he talks about.”

Allowing you to come inside, you quickly followed up with his note of Kalim's behavior. “Has he really? I mean, he's not all I'm here for all the time, I still like the parties, I like helping around, and.. y'know, I did attend your last basketball game, so I don't know why it's beyond you to think I wouldn't show for you.”

Jamil tenses up a little. His fingers reach a piece of raven hair atop his head, and he quickly fixes himself, clearing his voice. “Ah well.. I just didn't wanna take up the time you could be spending with him.”

Then your gaze drifted to his nightstand. His gaze shifted to the nightstand as well.

The gummy worms he confiscated from kalim.

“You don't have anything new?”

“No—no, I don't regularly seek things like this out,”

“Oh.”

A beat of silence.

“I just need something to take the edge off,” he muttered. “I don't need anyone's eyes to particularly feast on a selection of something grand. I don't desire that attention, either. It's best to keep out of sight. People use that against you if you aren't handling it properly.”

His gaze landed back on yours.

“Speaking of, your eyes are a tad red.” He sighs, examining you quickly. “I'm assuming that isn't due to lack of sleep.”

You, on the other hand, noted how strange his body language was. Exhaust was written into his palms and expression, but his eyes seemed suddenly lighter, like he was anticipating something. Whatever it was, you couldn't decipher it before he spoke once more.

“I expected us to be on the same page when you arrived..”

“Oh. I just thought it'd be more fun this way. It helps me relax,”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well. I suppose it doesn't make much of a difference.”

“What'd Kalim do to you, Jamil? You look more exhausted than you look after a basketball game when all Floyd can do is be stupid,”

“What? .. Oh, just thinking about it spikes my blood pressure. That assignment we're working on is driving me insane. He asked for a parrot—again. How many times have I convinced him that shouldn't be the case? Many. How many times does he seem to forget? Infinitely. He foolishly acquainted himself with beetles as his new kick and wants me to prepare another meal for whomever it may be that he was inviting this time. Then he simply had the audacity to ask if he could invite you over to a feast.” he suddenly rambled. He gawked at your form, awaiting ridicule or signs of boredom or disinterest with his stress, only for you to laugh.

Not mockingly, but softly. It's not pity, but something kind, familiar.

Was he even going to last the night without itching to get on top of you? He was beyond base desires, but felt more selfish than usual.

Forget that, he thought.

“He seriously wanted a parrot again?”

“You'd think I would have this conversation as a party trick by now.”

“Yeah, yeah.. Oh, Jamil, hey, what's up with the project thing? He seemed pretty good to me,”

He paused for a second.

Shiiiit.

“He kept talking about you, that's all.”

“You aren't trying to use me here to take advantage of him, are you?”

“Those days are beyond my character. You don't see me that way, do you, ❤︎?”

His eyes crinkled, trying to discern the matter.

“..I was messing with you, Jamil.”

“Ah. Fair enough. Perhaps you owe me for fooling me in such an exhausted state. You're taking advantage of my heart.”

“I don't owe you a thing, Jamil!”

“Perhaps you forget what I saw,”

“Irrelevant, your honor.”

“So, how do I go about doing this?”

“Huh?”

His gaze befell the dimly illuminated gummy worms upon his nightstand.

Like sin conceptualized beyond the older idea of the apple.

“Oh, you wanna know how to do that? You just eat it and wait.”

“Ah.. That's not what I meant.”

“Huh?”

“I assumed there was some sort of way or ritual to go about it. It seems like everyone has a different way of doing it.”

“Oh.. well, back where I'm from, I just did it pretty casual and waited til it hit me.”

“Ah, so there isn't much cultural relevance to the process. And after that?”

“You just let the high ride through.”

“...Ride through?”

“...Get your head out of the gutter, Jamil.”

Jamil couldn't stop himself from staring at you after it hit him hard.

His arms were draped over your shoulders as he sat behind you on his bed, watching something he claimed to be a classic. You could've sworn you've been in this situation before.

Probably because you have.

But whatever. Jamil didn't cross those lines. He just wanted to decompress with you, of all people. Away from kalim for now, just chill. With you. Alone in his bed, sure. Watching a movie? Yeah, it doesn't ring a bell at all.

“My older sister used to watch this one all the time,” he muttered, his hands careful on your joints.

“She has good taste,” you stared back at him. His eyes, compared to Kalim’s, were naturally darker. His eyelids were heavier, but he was more relaxed in the muscles. And his lips—

“She does have good taste in movies. I'll give her credit where it's due.”

Then, you tilted your head back to the glowing screen.

The movie was actually pretty good.

Did Jamil also run hot while high? That's what it felt like, honestly.

With his long hair being fully down, something you rarely see, and his body warmth being so near, you were getting deja vu. Not that you were comparing the two, but the situations just seemed so familiar. You could feel his breathing—the way he inhaled and exhaled while comfortable.

It wasn't the exhaling he did when he panicked over Kalim's whereabouts, or the inhaling he did as he made a basket, or the way he held his breath while seeing you and kalim together—what?

You never even thought about that until now.

Privy to Crewel's instructions, you had reached over to dump another liquid into the concoction. Your arm had brushed against Kalim’s lap, and you noticed how Jamil tensed, how his jaw looked like it ached, but didn't even think about it. It had just passed you.

Now, it hit you.

Duh, there was a reason Ace was getting suspicious after that most recent game.

The way Jamil went up to you, sweaty and damp hair clinging to his forehead, talking to you about the shots he made, the other jerks he was up against, Floyd being weird, whatever. The way he looked, all glistening and warm with exhaust, was kind of hot.

Because basketball was something he liked.

Not something he had to do as an obligation.

So his exhaustion there? It is plainly different, plainly sexy.

Maybe that's why Ace was digging himself into Deuce's ear at lunch the next day.

Maybe your flirting had gone too far, far too obvious.

Before your train of thought had even continued, Jamil shifted behind you.

A soft accidental movement.

“S-Sorry.” He mumbled, his voice a lower timbre.

For what?

Maybe for the fact his crotch was against you in ways you seemed to ignore at the moment.

The next movie automatically played, and you felt the high really getting into your system now.

You meant to simply adjust the comfortable shorts you were wearing!

But your hand accidentally hit his thigh, and maybe his thigh was a little bit too close to his crotch, and maybe his hands gripped your waist in a sudden movement.

“❤︎.”

“J-Jamil,” you turned your head to face his gaze, and he looked even hotter with his eyes sort of glossy.

Were all the guys at Scarabia this hot!?!

Nevermind that.

“You know your perfume is very strong today, yes?”

“...Yes,”

“You know that I know what you just did wasn't an accident?”

“....Maybe.”

“No, not maybe.”

“.... Well?”

His eyebrows knitted together tightly.

“❤︎, turn around.”

So, turning around is exactly what you did. Facing him completely now, you noticed how warm his face was, how pretty his lips were, how pretty his eyes were—

“mmh.”

He just went in for the kill. Was Jamil always this bold? No, he liked to stay a bit on the sidelines. Coaches don't play. They watch, don't they? Maybe, but he liked this idea better. His lips were really soft, and his hands, thoroughly firm, grazed beneath your shirt, and maybe the idea of just keeping it casual was out of the question.

His hand grazed the soft buds on your chest teasingly.

“There, you see? This is what happens when you tease me like this. I was trying to relax, ❤︎. You wanna be a tease, I can treat you as one, and seize the little expression on your face when I do,” he chided, his tone low and sorta mean.

“I didn't mean to,” you giggled out, the high making you daring.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

“Right. Am I boring you?”

“What? No.”

His hand drifted beneath the lower layer of your hair, the bit closest to where your scalp and neck meet—and then pulled. When you let out a little whine, he smiled.

“You're pretty like that. But I'll be nice.” Begrudgingly, he let go. “I know better. But you did expect this to come at one point, didn't you, prefect? You wanted to climb all over kalim in front of me, give me stupid pretty eyes after you saw me roughhousing on the court… ah, well, this was inevitable, wasn't it?” he spoke condescendingly, a specific rough addition to his voice.

When you failed to reply, he leaned in for another kiss and bit your lip. “Answer me when I ask you something, prefect,”

“Okay, okay, .. yes,”

“Yes..?”

“Yes, it was inevitable.”

“Very well then. You know I don't take kindly to carefree whims. I deal with that enough. So, slow and steady wins the race, yeah?”

“...Yes,”

“I'll do better, and I'll go further than what Kalim did to you. He's nothing . . But a whiny puppy. I've heard him in our youth. After all, I am here to decompress, and I know you certainly won't mind since you've always particularly had an atrocious sense of what personal space was, especially around me.” His dark charcoal eyes were a bit red, staring down at you with such a demanding brood.

You didn't realize how demanding he could be. But then again, you didn't really mind.

“I mean..”

“Mmm. Yes,”

He kissed you once more, this time, only more intense. His hands slipped unapologetically underneath your clothes. He liked the feeling of control, naturally. His soft digits reached the fabric of your shirt, and with that, he broke the kiss, licking his lips quickly after.

“Arms up,” he insisted, watching as you raised your arms. He slid the cotton above and off your body, his eyes drifting at the sight of your breasts.

“No bra?” he questioned, staring back up at you. All you could muster was a shake of the head, and he smirked.

“Guess I have to return the favor.”

After a few touches, kisses, and a little bit of grinding, he broke off the tongue-kiss you both shared. He felt you palm him beneath his boxers, and he groaned.

“❤︎, you really wanna do that?”

“Why wouldn't I?”

He smirked. “Ah, well.. go on then.”

You could already see the imprint of it, half-hard beneath the cotton material of his boxers. You gently slipped two digits beneath the waistband, slipping it down with slow finesse. He grinned wider at the sight of you witnessing him in such a way, one he already assumed you thought about.

When the fabric was removed, stood his erection, already wet with pre-cum at the tip. From the darkish red tip, led a few dark veins, and he fit just right within your palms. He was bigger than you thought, noting the small clean patch of raven hair right above it.

“A-Ah, that feels good. Keep doing that,” he insisted as you tested out a few strokes, pressing the pad of your thumb right onto the slit. His entire body jolted, and his eyes widened in excitement. The sight of him and his skin in the dim, warm lighting, all warm and glistening with sweat, made you extremely wet. The sight of him in his jersey all sweaty was hot enough. Now seeing him nude, as if he were a model to ogle and paint, was like the seven’s holy grail and gift to you.

It was an experience you didn't think you'd have.

Despite Jamil's doubts of being interesting enough, or knowing that only two weeks ago you would just spare him the time and never return, he was pretty vocal about you on his cock.

“You're s'good at this, ❤︎..”

“K-Keep goin’,”

After a few more strokes to the base of his cock, down the pretty veins and to the very brownish reddish tip, he gripped your waist, making tiny crescents on each side, before cumming spurts of his milky seed with a loud groan.

“Ah, Ah, you did g-good,” he huffed, noting how much he came just with your hands. Cum was dripping down his dark nipples, which seemed to be humorous to you.

“What's so funny, huh?” He playfully scoffed. “it won't be all funny when I—erk!?”

You were licking his own cum off of his chest.

And just like that, he was hard again. “By the sevens, ❤︎. D-Did you jus-”

“JAMIL!” the door slammed wide open.

You froze. Holy shit. Kalim was at the doorway. While your hand was on Jamil’s half-hard cock, still oozing fluids; with his cum all over your lips as if it were lip gloss. Jamil was petrified.

And Kalim?

Unreadable. First, he looked shocked.

Then, he looked sad.

“❤︎… Jamil.. are those my gummy worms? And.. you're having fun without me!? Traitor! Two of my best friends are doing stuff without me!? Not fair!”

You must've been high. Well, you were. But did he really just say that?

He wasn't mad.

He wanted to join.

Jamil was a fit contestant to be a gargoyle that Malleus would have studying for days.

“K-Kalim..” he gritted his teeth.

“Kalim!” you shot up, licking your lips.

Jamil sighed, exasperated.

Grabbing a gummy from the nightstand, you turned to Kalim, then to Jamil.

“...Hey Jamil?” You suddenly turned to face him.

“Please, please, please Jamil! Lemme cum inside of ❤︎, pleas—mpph—c'mon, i-i’m close, I feel so tingly, I gotta…”

“Pull out,” he bitterly scoffed. “Don't cum either,” he scolded kalim, and kalim whined, reluctantly pulling out of you, to your own dismay.

“Jamil, that's kinda mea—” you couldn't finish your sentence when you saw it.

“Hah! He's gotta pay a price, slow and steady, before he gets the prize of the night, yeah? and he's been exceptionally demanding recently, it's only best to return the favor.”

Jamil's hand was around kalim's neck, while the other was way lower, at a different base. Kalim was whining, moaning like a girl into Jamil's shoulder. “Mmnph, J-Jamil, m'gonna cuuum,” he gasped out, feeling the way Jamil's cock grinded against his own.

“Shhh, shh,” Jamil feigned concern and comfort as he held their cocks together in his palm. Kalim's hips were writhing, and Jamil didn't like that.

“Aah! J-Jamil, that hurt! Y-you’re so not fair!” he whined, his thighs and bottom stinging with a tiny mark left on his behind.

Before Kalim could even recover and register it, he was cumming as Jamil stroked his weeping slit again.

“Mmph, m'cumming, J-Jamil,” he stammered, and Jamil stuck his fingers into Kalim's mouth, which Kalim instinctively began to suck on. They were both blissed out from the high, and Jamil couldn't help but see Kalim's pouty expression before cumming himself, spurts of the white fluid mixing within Kalim’s heavier load. It painted their thighs, and Kalim panted.

“Was I good enough, Jamil? Please?”

“Mmn.. one last thing,” he gasped out.

Jamil took his digits and made a quick swipe of shared cum from Kalim's thighs and stuck the digits into Kalim's mouth.

You didn't think they could be this crazy. You were frozen, a little lonely from the lack of touch, but the sight was still insane. Kalim looked good this way. Jamil looked hot when he wasn't trying to be ordinary or polite all the time.

“❤︎, ❤︎, I wanna give you a baby,” kalim sputtered as he crawled his way back to you on the bed. Jamil laughed at the sight.

“Go on,” he insisted, noting the fact Kalim was waiting for permission. “I also get a turn,” he added, crawling closer to the side of you.

“You guys are s-so..”

“Shh. No philosophical thoughts are needed right now, prefect.” Jamil ran his hands through your sweat-streaked hair.

Kalim made zero hesitation to find his way back inside of you, gliding his wet, half-hardened cock at your entrance. “G-Gaaah, she really likes me!” he cried out, pushing inch by inch inside. All while Kalim was rutting inside, Jamil slid his hand down your stomach, and to your clit, rubbing it like he was trying to summon a genie.

Before you could let out a moan, Jamil slipped his tongue into your mouth, grinning into it like he already knew what he was doing. The pad of his fingertips felt good, and once Kalim bottomed out, it was like everything you wished for came true.

It didn't take long for you to already wanna cum. Kalim was kissing you everywhere he could as he thrusted inside of you like a reckless stray dog, shoulders burdened with your legs, and Jamil working his fingers and dirty talking everywhere else. It was overwhelming, at that point.

“Mmppph, I really wanna cum, Jamil!”

“I already told you once you behaved, you could,” he insisted, smirking.

“I did behave, I did, Jamil! Don't be so cruel!”

“P-Please,” you whined as Kalim rutted right at your g-spot.

“Mmmf—feels s’good there—aaah, Jamil, say something!”

Jamil smirked.

“Be my guest.”

With that, Kalim hilted inside of you, his cum warm and sticky.

“Aaahmph! ❤︎, you feel s'good, I wanna stay inside aaaall night—”

“m’—K-Kalim!” you whined out, cumming right after he did.

It wasn't surprising that Kalim would be the one to cum a lot, he had to have a lot of siblings for a reason—but the sheer amount he released inside of you was so extreme to the point where it was oozing out. Kalim's body flopped onto yours, and blissed out from sex and the high, teary-eyed from the overwhelming sheer of it all, he grinned and pressed a kiss to your neck.

Jamil's eyes broadened at the sight, a little envious now. “Ah, well. Seems like it's my turn,”

“But I wanna stay—”

“Kalim, we're not going to argue. You've already had your turn—”

“I’m a real good lover, so I wanna stay—”