goldencharms | psl for CHERRY!!

[ it's such a hard day to focus at school. first, there was a surprise pop quiz that he's sure he didn't do well on... Jamil would have plenty to say about that... Then there was the alchemy class where he nearly caused a minor incident. And then Crewell yelled at him.

Just, overall, a no good, very bad day. And even with classes and club activities over, he can't quite get rid of the antsiness that he feels after all of it.

Doesn't he have a paper due tomorrow too? He knows he started it, but he isn't sure how far he got... There's probably a note from Jamil somewhere about that too, if he looks. ]

Ah... School's tough.

[ but it's a nice day, so... he's wandering. absolutely nothing bad could come from that. ]

[ Kalim might be having a difficult time focusing on school, but there's one person who never does -- or, refuses to show when he's having a hard time. Riddle - that's who.

Today was, lucky for Riddle, not one of those days. It's been a typical day, with classes, club activities, extra duties he'd taken on to plan some school event or other... a small trip to the library to cap it all off, where he'd planned to meet a certain boy to spend some time going over a certain paper with him and the other never showed... He wasn't surprised. By now, he'd gotten pretty used to Kalim's tendencies, and. Could he really blame him? Kalim wouldn't do it on purpose. Still, he's a little mad. Only a little.

Which is why, when he spots Kalim wandering, distracted, he doesn't yell at him or snap... yet. He makes the effort to catch up, his pace quickening easily to a safe and reasonable speedwalk. ]

Kalim, [ The boy's name is called out, in an effort to get him to slow down, to pause, to allow Riddle to catch up. He's not going to put him on blast in the courtyard. Not for something so trivial.

Maybe another time. ] You left me waiting like a fool, you know. My time is precious.

[ OK, maybe he's a little more heated than he realized. Just a touch. ]

... Eh?

[ he blinks at Riddle, his wave stopping halfway once he's realized there. but what he says next is so bewildering, Kalim has to stop and think.

time is precious?

was there a housewarden meeting? no, no Jamil would've texted him a reminder. He doesn't think he'd missed any texts, but honestly his brain is not working the way it should. but what could riddle be mad about? and he suddenly feels really antsy.

... oh. oh. ]

I FORGOT ABOUT THE STUDY SESSION!!

[ So it was an honest mistake. One that Riddle's sure Kalim would make again. And again. And again. ]

That's right.

[ The simple confirmation, his eyes narrowing. ]

What, exactly, were you up to instead? Is your paper not due tomorrow? [ His tone is scolding, impatient, until he all but huffs out a new suggestion: ] I won't punish you in a way that will detriment your studies. I'm headed back to my dorm. Come with me, we can discuss your paper there.

[ For a Riddle punishment, it's really not that bad!!! It could still get worse, but, like, this is the road to appeasing him!! ]

That's so nice of you! I definitely won't forget again!

[ he says, pressing his hands together and lowering his head in apology. though, that feeling he had the minute Riddle appeared hasn't went away either. That antsy feeling.

His head has been muddled all day though, so maybe it's just because he needed to spend some time outside. And the paper is due tomorrow.

That's probably what it is.

he hefts his bag on his shoulder, readjusting how it sits. It's probably a good thing he hadn't went back to Scarabia yet, or else he definitely would've left his bag behind. ]

It was just such a nice day and Jamil's at a match... So I thought I'd walk around after club activities were done, and I totally forgot... Oops.

[ It was a nice day, wasn't it? Warm enough to not be oppressive, with a few small clouds in the sky. It's the kind of weather that Riddle doesn't worry he'll catch a cold out in.

Perfect for a walk, yes, but that's still not an excuse--

It makes more sense, knowing that Jamil hasn't been on Kalim's case all day. No matter; the problem would be resolved... and Riddle was able to pick up another book for his own enjoyment from the library. It wasn't a complete waste. ]

Can you truly say such a thing? This is not the first time. Must I remind you?

[ Even so, Riddle turns enough to redirect them towards the mirror hall, ]

... At the very least, you're surely refreshed enough now, yes? I expect you to give me your all to make up for it.

One day it'll be true!

[ he says cheerfully, and throws his hands behind his head. truthfully, it was still a little cool but not unpleasant. Still, he had some time before Jamil returned and before dinner so...

He glances over at Riddle, distracted for a moment. ... and then he remembers to say something else, ]

Anyway, I'll definitely give it my all! I started it, I just don't think I fully understand the subject...

[ he was trying to not bother Jamil for every little thing in his schooling. And Riddle was a ton of fun to hang out with, after all. ]

[ With a small adjustment of his own bag, Riddle begins to lead the way. Or, begins to walk with Kalim. He thinks he's leading the way.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to notice Kalim's momentary distraction, focused instead on the path ahead of them. ]

Starting, even if you don't fully understand the subject yet, is still a really good beginning. No one expects you to know right away - that is the point of the assignment.

[ Sorry, he's already lecturing. ]

To teach you more about it, and allow you to explore the subject some yourself. I have no concern when it comes to your ability to understand this assignment, once we go over it in depth. We can work through it together one step at a time; I'll do my best to explain as we go.

[ It takes a certain level of patience to be so committed to helping Riddle, really. ]

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Okay!

[ who is leading this parade? either way, at the very least, they do seem to be going in the right direction, to the hall of mirrors. And as Riddle talks, Kalim nods along.

even though sometimes he gets distracted. loses track of a whole sentence, and finds himself just as confused when he focuses back in on the explanation.

but maybe it would be better when they get to Riddle's room? ]

[ Does anything Riddle says make sense, most of the time? Maybe not when he gets so focused on something like this. He's going to talk Kalim's ear off for a bit.

It isn't a long walk, from the courtyard to the hall of mirrors, and finally through the maze within Heartslabyul's domain. Riddle has no qualms with taking someone he supposes he could consider a friend to his room to study. He doesn't even worry that the other students might get the wrong idea.

Once they reach his room, he shuts the door behind them before moving to begin setting up a more shared study space at his desk, needing to pull over an extra chair. ]

Do you need anything before we get started?

[ Hospitality is just as important as Kalim needing to make up for his lapse, after all. Riddle sets his own bag down in the chair he'll claim for himself, turning to face Kalim, as if to punctuate that question. ]

[ with the door closed, and the lack of airflow, maybe it's easier for Riddle to smell the faint hint of cinnamon, incense, and pepper coming off of Kalim. and as for Kalim, he finds that... he's still really, really distracted.

part of him wonders if maybe he's coming down with a cold, but the other part of him thinks it must be something else. "Do you need anything before we get started?" A more primal response is to say "you."

He looks at him a little dumbfounded, and then smiles awkwardly, ]

No, I think I'm fine...

[ is he fine? why does he want to move so close to Riddle? Actually, there are lewder, more urgent things he wants to do to him--

and then it hits him. oh. that's what the problem's been all day today. ]

[ Slight as it is, Riddle does make note of that lingering smell. Enough to distract him, no matter how slight of a distraction it ended up being. Did Kalim always have such a smell following him around, and Riddle had just never noticed?

Then there's that nervous smile. The uncertainty. ]

You think?

[ Kalim was not often as vague as this. Riddle's eyes narrow slightly, his focus completely on Kalim. ]

You don't need to be shy. If there's something you'd like, I'll fetch it.

[ He's even taking a step to move past Kalim, to get back to the door to go retrieve
refreshments of some kind. Surely Kalim is just nervous to ask.

But, as he steps to move by him, he catches that smell again. His eyes flit up to Kalim's.

It's his turn to be distracted for a second. It'll be brief. ]

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-- Ahaha, actually, I think I need to go.

[ he says, moving his hands to cross them, and shaking his head fervently, so that he doesn't get distracted. He needs to be grounded somehow. This was really bad, and he didn't want to be trapped with Riddle when he was like this.

But it was hard to not move closer when Riddle approaches. it takes everything in him to step back. ]

I'm not feeling well!

[ he continues, taking a step back ]

I'm really sorry, it just hit me like this...!!

What?

[ It's an excuse he's heard before. One that has been used over and over again. There's no denying that there's something wrong, something off. While Riddle can't put his finger on it...

He still steps closer. Removes one of his gloves. Reaches out with his still gloved hand, to grab onto Kalim's sleeve To stop him.

Then, that free hand comes up, back of it pressing to Kalim's forehead. ]

You shouldn't leave if you're unwell. It's dangerous to wander around like that. Come, lay down. I can phone Jamil once his match is over.

[ An easy enough suggestion, right? So why... ]

No, it's not that kind of sickness!

[ though he is running a bit hot. and he can practically feel himself salivate at the feeling of Riddle's hand against him. the smell of his pheromones only get stronger in response, just instinctive.

oh, this isn't good, ]

I think I'm going into a rut, so I really need to go!

[ he says insistently, pulling back again. what was riddle again... why is this so difficult... ]

[ So that's what that smell was. No wonder Riddle felt himself wanting more, drawn in by Kalim's scent. His eyes widen ever so slightly? his own cheeks becoming a rosy red all too quickly.

A rut. That explains...

Riddle feels like his own heart is pounding away, his head almost spinning. This...

No, it wasn't good. Especially now, as Riddle's own instincts are reacting. The faintest smell of roses-- ]

You can't go. [ Riddle demands, taking several steps to follow Kalim, to sidestep him and stand in front of him. ]

... Don't.

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[ oh, no, that smell is too much. That's right, that explains it: Riddle is probably the last person he needs to be around right now. And his eyebrows knit together in frustration as he tries to ignore that smell, his hand going up to block it.

it's a poor block. ]

Eh? No, that's...

[ he's searching for the words. but also, he wants to pin riddle to the wall and make him moan his name-- ugh, one of the more frustrating parts of these secondary genders!! that isn't fair to riddle, why is he blocking him? ]

Aaaaahh, I can't think!!!

[ It hit so quickly. Kalim's scent was driving him crazy. His body was beginning to burn with a familiar need, a familiar desire.

By now, the smaller Housewarden's face was flushed, and not from any sort of frustration or anger. He's finding it hard, too. To be rational, to think about anything other than how he wants Kalim to strip him down and--

Hm. Those are some indecent thoughts, aren't they? ]

Then stop trying to think. I need--

[ He swallows, slipping his other glove off his hand. ]

I need you to stop overthinking this. I want... [ Ugh. He can't think either. ]

Y-- You know. Why should I have to explain it?!

[ riddle, his grasp on his sanity is tenuous, but not when there's basically two of them trapped in a room like this. his scent mixing with Riddle's, the way his body was just there, and within reach, and he could sate every single desire--

every single... desire...

riddle... ]

Eh?

[ and then he reaches out to grab him without thinking, pulling him close and leaning in to kiss him, the aggressiveness out of character but it's too late for being reasonable.

at least not like this.

he really should have kept a better eye on this...

but still, his arms encircle him, pulling him flush, there's no escape, at least not right now, not while he's filled with a desire to dominate, to claim, to make riddle his, it doesn't even particularly matter who it is but

riddle is there and he was asked to stop thinking ]

[ So unlike Kalim, the way his hands grab, pull. In the same way, it's so unlike Riddle to comply. To accept anything other than obedience from other students. This was different.

This, was instinct.

Riddle breathes out a gasp as he's kissed, both of his own hands coming up to grasp onto his cardigan. To try desperately to keep this closeness. To further it.

And his silent plea is answered, in the way Kalim's arms circle him, leaving no possibility of escape.

He can be good at this, too. At being an obedient mate, to an extent. Riddle shifts against him, hips instinctively pressing further in against him. ]

Stay-... [ A little desperate plea is murmured against his lips. A desire for confirmation. This means he's staying, right? ]

[ there are certain things he's had drilled into his head his whole life, and all of them are going out the window right then and there. he can't even think of how he'll face riddle after this, his mind is so hyper focused on the now.

the little movements that he feels, the obedience. How was he supposed to refuse when asked so sweetly, in a way that feels completely unlike Riddle?

His head is swimming, but he nods. ]

Yeah...

[ and then presses their lips together again. his hands go for the line of his pants, yanking his shirt up... ahhhh, it would be so much easier if Riddle wasn't all prim and proper with it, there are so many layers to get through and Kalim doesn't know if he has the patience to do it. ]

[ It's a good thing that Kalim doesn't have to do it alone, then. Riddle accepts the kiss, this time more ready for it, tilting his head up and leaning into it. More, more, more. He needs more, or he's going to go crazy.

Loathe as he is to pull his hands back, he does, only to rush to undo the buttons of his own uniform. Kalim wants it off, wants access to him; so that is exactly what Kalim will get.

His uniform jacket is easily slid off, buttons of his vest undone, the shirt buttons continuing to be fiddled with.

And, he can give one more thing. He'll part his lips, deepen the kiss, beg with his actions for what he wants. Kalim'll provide? right? ]

[ when he opens his mouth, Kalim immediately obliges. His tongue presses between his lips, rubbing along Riddle's as if to coax it. And where normally, Kalim is kind, sweet, and gentle, the longer he inhales Riddle's scent, the worse it is. The more aggressive.

The more he needs him now. Right now.

His hands pull up his shirt from his pants, unbuckle the belt. He needs access to him, needs him to moan his name. his fingers can finally touch just a bit of skin, but it isn't enough.

honestly, it's probably a good thing they closed the door or the scent escaping would definitely attract attention. Oops.

and yet, still, Kalim backs him against the door, their bodies flush. he's so impatient. ]

[ The taste, the mix of their saliva, the feel of Kalim's tongue on his own, was driving Riddle crazy. Kalim's own scent was permeating his senses, to the point where he felt like he couldn't take it.

He wanted Kalim and he wanted him now. Riddle isn't the most patient person in the world, so thank Seven Kalim seemed to be getting right to it, working at his pants without a second of hesitation.

A tiny gasp is breathed out against Kalim's lips as he's backed against the door, his hands abandoning his own shirt buttons halfway down to instead reach both of his hands out, grabbing at Kalim's hips as if to draw him in, to urge him to press closer, to roll his hips into his.

He can't think. He really really can't think. If there was any doubt that he wasn't being thrown so quickly into arousal, though, it'd be dashed away by the obvious, with them like that.

His fingers dig in against Kalim's hips, one hand moving along him to come to try and undo parts of his own uniform, fumbling with the fabric and, ultimately, making little to no progress. Can you blame him, really? ]

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