Book 3

                                    

                                          
A tad of Epel Smut and then Neige interactions, and y/n lore!
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"Pel..." y/n tried not to move, feeling his friend's member still inside him. "Ah've gotta go..." Epel tightened his arms around his partner, making it harder for y/n to pull him out. "Pel." The purple haired boy groaned, "Yer're so eager to get away from meh..." he tightened, his arms, feeling y/n squirm. 
"Yer're the perfect prey... so scared... so submissive." The Royal Sword student ignored those words. "Ah've gotta go." 
Epel grabbed y/n's hips pushing him back, "Hm—!" The h/c haired boy moaned hiding his face in the pillows under his head. "P— Pel w— wait! Ah needa go to practice..."
The lavender haired boy grunted, "Yeh're sayin' that but yeh're tightenin' around meh." Y/n moaned as Epel pushed his hips closer to the his own. "P— Pel ah'm serious..." Epel rolled y/n to his back, pulling out.
He took both of y/n's thighs into one of his hands. Y/n's eyes widened, before looking away covering his mouth. Epel grinned down at him, seeing the bulge in y/n's shorts harden. "What are yeh gonna do?"
Epel grinned, "Yeh'll see." Pulled y/n's legs apart placing his cock in between y/n's plush thighs. He closed them again keeping his leg's closed with his hand.
Epel pulled out before pushing back in. The lavender haired rested his head in the crock of y/n's neck; fucking the plush thighs under him.
Y/n watched blushed, watching as Epel pleasured himself with his thighs. Grunting and skin slapping filled the room.
The view over him made y/n moan softly. His cock twitched. "Ah can't b— believe yeh're gettin off on this." Epel teased speeding up chasing his own release.
"Y— yeh a— are too!" Y/n threw his head back panting in pleasure.
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"Good morning Epel." Vil greeted, Epel waved. "Hey..." he yawned stretching. "How did you sleep?"
Epel grinned, "Grand." Vil frowned seeing how familiar the 1st year looked. "You've been hanging out with Leona too much." The 1st year grinned, "Leona-san hasn't rubbed off on meh too much." 
"Is it just me or is Monsieur Pommette acting different this morning?" Rook asked, Vil crossed his arms nodding.
"Mornin apple!" Y/n didn't look up walking over to his childhood best friend. "Mornin'..." he muttered; sitting next to the other.
Vil cocked an eyebrow looking from Epel to the boy now sitting in front of him. "Who are you?"
"Y/n..." Epel loaded the h/c's plate with food. "I am Vil. Vil Schoenheit." The older offered his hand to the other, who stared at it before hesitantly taking it. "Yeah... pleasure." 
"How do you know Monsieur Pommette?" Rook asked, "Meh and Epel meet growin up." Y/n shoved a pancake into his mouth. Vil glared at him.
"Really? What dorm are you in?" Rook asked, y/n looked up swallowing his mouthful of food before answering. "Ah go ta Royal Sword academy. Ah was just here ta watch the spell-drive torment."
"Aw! You're so supportive Garçon Citron (Lemon Boy)!" Y/n and Epel shared a look. "Did ya tell him?"
"Nah, ah didn't say a thing!"
"Not to worry Garçon Citron! Monsieur Pommette didn't tell me anything! I saw you have lemon trees in front of your cabin!" Y/n stared at Epel, "How do yeh know that?"
Vil cleared his throat. "I— I mean: how do you know that, Rook-sama?" Y/n glanced at him, stuffing his mouth with more pancakes. "A friend told me!"