Alright, here it is, hope you enjoy it
Apology
He snapped back to reality when Sophist finally stopped fighting, his pitiful yells for help no longer filling the silence.
Brent let go of the older man’s neck and didn’t stop his body falling limp on the floor, saliva seeping out of his mouth. His eyes were rolled back, giving him a look of ecstasy.
He doesn’t even remember why he even did this, must’ve said something that set him off.
Fuck, what was he supposed to do? He can’t just leave him here or tell Vernias and Nick what he just did.
He collapsed onto Sophist’s body, desperately trying to hear his heartbeat. He can’t be dead, he can’t, he wouldn’t ever kill his best friend, he couldn’t, he is a good person, he wouldn’t ever do this.
Tears started falling down his cheek onto Sophist’s chest, Brent’s hand creeping into his pecs. Unconsciously, he squeezed it. Again and again.
The realization hit him. He killed Sophist.
Sophist would’ve immediately pushed him away and rejected his advances, leaving them in the awkward position of being more than friends but not lovers.
At least that’s how he viewed it.
Something inside of him always told him that Sophist liked him back, he was just too anxious to actually pursue it. He knew that Sophist was also a virgin like him, he was saving himself for him.
He grinned as an idea popped up in his head.
He couldn’t just let Sophist die as a virgin, right? He wouldn’t have wanted that.
He would apologize to Sophist in the only way he could now.
His squeezing became more aggressive as the thought lingered, feeling his cock getting hard.
Giggling, he unzipped and took off his pants and boxers, leaving his cock exposed. The feeling of it against Sophist’s chest made Brent whimper.
He messily took off his pants and turned him around, taking his time to take off his boxers and see his ass for the first time.
God, would this count as rape? No, no. He’s not a rapist, he’s a good person who’s doing his friend a favor.
He breathed heavily as he hesitated to insert himself, slowly pushing himself in.
Grabbing Sophist’s hips, Brent rocked him back and forth, the friction making him moan.
“Eevee~ fuck- ah~”
He felt disgusting, this was the best he has ever felt.
The movements continued until one of his hands wandered off and landed onto Sophist’s dick.
Memories of a time he attempted to seduce Sophist by trying to kiss him and grabbing his bulge came to mind. Sophist, hesitant as always, backed away and swore that they were nothing more than friends.
Brent didn’t believe him for a single second. Sophist always made himself as alluring as possible around him, there’s no way he didn’t like him back.
He ran his fingers through his cock, caressing it as he kept pushing.
He shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he was, but he couldn’t help it, he finally got what he wanted.
His movements became frantic as he felt himself close to the climax, thoughts of guilt and pleasure fogging his mind.
He was disgusting, this was amazing, how dare he do this, Sophist would’ve loved this, no he wouldn’t, he needed to go faster.
All those thoughts were swept away as he came inside of him, letting a moan of extreme pleasure at the same time.
“EEVEE~” he practically screamed, letting himself rest with his cock inside Sophist’s corpse.
He didn’t want to move, he felt like him and Sophist were one. A feeling he desperately chased for.
But when guilt started sweeping in again, he decided to finally pull out and let his corpse fall again.
He turned over Sophist’s corpse and sat him up, Brent deciding to sit on his knees.
Brent leaned onto his face and admired it, the look of ecstasy now made sense to him, Sophist was begging him to do this.
“We fucked before we even had our first kiss.” He dryly laughed before pulling Sophist’s lips onto his, biting them lightly before dragging them onto his neck.
Brent kissed bit Sophist neck and sucked on it until he felt blood coming out, leaving a sign that Sophist was finally his.
Fuck, that sounded disgusting. But he already did it, what was the point of lamenting over it?
He got up and put his boxers and pants back on. He looked back at Sophist’s corpse and decided to pick it up bridal style.
“I’ll figure out what to do with you later.” He mindlessly mumbled to himself as he started to walk off with his lover.
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