Crescent watched as Kustard flirted with his Starcross during free period.

It wasn't fair! He couldn't openly be with the love of his life! He couldn't push away sluts from trying to take him! He wanted to push her away and make out with him to show Star was his!

"Starry!" Crescent exclaimed, hugging Starcross's arm. "Can you help me with something?"

"Oh, of course! Sorry, gotta go, Kustard!" Starcross was relieved he could get away from her.

"Okay, come on!" Crescent dragged him away, smiling. Eventually, they were alone and he threw himself on the wall, forcing Starcross to pin him by his shoulders.

"C-C-Cressy!" Star exclaimed, blushing brightly.

"Fuck me, just like you always do!~" Crescent exclaimed, starting to pull his pants down. He just wanted to get some sex.

"K-keep your pants on!" Star blushed, pulling them back up for the smaller.

"But I want to be reminded who you belong to~" Crescent huffed, pouting cutely. "If you're not inside me, how will I feel better?~"

"I do belong to you, Cressy! And its you that I will ever love! I just made a few friend while you were gone..." Star sighed.

"Well get rid of her! She's annoying and I don't want her trying to do anything with you!" Crescent crossed his arms, huffing.

"She won't. Because you will only ever be the one I do those things with. I only want to have a future with you, my love! Now please, calm down. She is just my friend, and we won't be anything more than that." Starcross kissed Crescent's crescent, which always calmed him down.

He stopped pouting and fuming and simply breathed. He nodded and hugged Starcross. That was the thing he forgot. Crescent got really, really cuddly in this state. And sometimes, he would even cry to get his cuddles.

"Cressy, look, we can't cuddle right now. But I will cuddle you when we're in our dorm! I promise!" Starcross kissed his cheek.

"No... cuddles?" Crescent looked up at him with his big, cyan eyes.

"Not now, but—"

"W-why w-won't you c-cuddle me?!" Crescent started to whimper, his lip quivering and his eyes getting glossy with tears.

"I will but not now!" Star pulled away from him.

"B-but... I want c-cuddles!" Crescent's eyes started to overflow with the tears.

"Okay! Okay, come here, Cressy." Star sat down, in whic Crescent sat on his lap, nuzzling his chest. "We have to stop when  the bell rings, okay?" 

"Okay! Just cuddle me!" His mood changed fast. The taller had no other choice but to cuddle the smaller, rocking him slightly like a baby. The smaller purred, nuzzling his chest.

"You are so needy." Starcross sighed. He liked the neediness when he wanted to cuddle him too or when he felt in the sexual mood.

"It's impossible not to once I got a taste of you~" Crescent purred.

"I get it. You were uncomfortably cuddly before we had sex and now, you want both sex and cuddles."

"But... you like it when we cuddle or have sex, right..?" Crescent whined, looking up at him with his sad eyes.

"Of course! I just didn't like how much you tried hugging me back then. I just know we can't cuddle all the time because school gets in the way." Starcross pet him, kissing his cheek. He pulled apart Crescent's bun, letting his hair down it go passed his shoulders. "But I do love you. I know you need all the love you want, but things get in the way. I promise we can be together no matter what."

"But what if they try to take you from me?!" Crescent whimpered, looking up at Starcross.

"I won't let them. I will make sure you can be happy, okay?" Starcross tucked some hair behind the smaller's left ear, as the rest of his hair covered his face slightly.

"Okay... I love you." Crescent leaned on him, the warmth of Starcross's body comforting him.

"I love you too." He kissed his forehead before continuing to play with his black and cyan hair.

The two cuddled, exchanging kisses on their faces or lips from time to time. They enjoyed free period, but as all good things, it had to come to an end.

The bell rang, meaning Star had to go to math and Crescent had to go to history.

"Okay, you have to go." Starcross kissed his lips before starting his spring across the school to make it to math.

Crescent sighed, standing up and going to his mother's classroom. He entered, seeing Nightmare reading at his desk. He sighed and walked to his seat, plopping down in his seat.

He already wanted Starcross's arms back around him, to hug him and cuddle him. For him to kiss him all over his body. For him to do lewd things and make him make loud, inappropriate noises.

It was difficult to not pop a boner while he kept his mind away from that, but it kept going to those dirty thoughts. Of course, it went all over the place. The first time they had sex. The many times afterwards. Imagining what he'd do to him later that night. Crescent was drooling slightly onto his hand as he daydreamed during class.

"CRESCENT!" Nightmare slapped his hand on Crescent's desk, snapping him back to reality. He blushed as everyone was staring, many people snickering and laughing at him. "Now, will you answer the question or are you too busy thinking about some boy in the basketball team?"

Crescent slumped in his desk, hiding himself with his hair. He shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything. His face was hot and flushed with embarrassment.

"Sit up and pay attention." Nightmare continued with his lesson, many people still laughing at Crescent.

Class was boring, Nightmare pacing as he read from his book to his class and some kids making paper "basketballs" and throwing them at Crescent before making kissy faces at him. But Crescent didn't care. He loved his basketball playing boyfriend and he loved him back.

Near the end of class, some kid threw a paper at Crescent, landing on his desk. He sighed, unfolding the paper under his desk, his face looking at Nightmare but his eyes looking down enough to see it.

It was a blurry image, but he couldn't look at it properly without making it obvious. He folded it up, shoving it in his pocket.

The bell rang again and Crescent jumped up, running out of his mother's classroom. He didn't care if Nightmare yelled out about 'No running in the halls' because he needed to go. He ran into the theatre, throwing the doors open.

"Crescent! You're early!" Mettaton smiled, waving at him.

"History was awkward so I had to get out of there." Crescent jumped onto the stage, his boots knocking on the wood.

"Oh, yeah, having your mom as your teacher must be really awkward. I wouldn't know, Impact doesn't do Theatre." Mettaton was setting up the stage for the scene they've been practicing..

"I don't know why, he seems to know every song by heart." Crescent sat on the edge of the stage.

Paperjam limped, soon climbing on the stage.

"What's up with you?"

"Uh, friend with benefits." PJ winced as he sat down.

"Ah, yeah, it seemed more like boyfriends to me."

"Oh hush!" PJ pushed him slightly, blushing brightly.

"Oh hey, here he comes!" Crescent pointed as Fresh, KC and Sprinkles joking with him, came in. "Come on, aren't you gonna greet him like a good waifu?"

"N-no, please... just shut up..." PJ hugged his knees, looking up at Fresh with embarrassment.

KC nudged Fresh. "Does he know?" she whispered.

"Know what?" he asked, still smiling from the jokes.

"That you actually love him?" KC hissed.

Fresh's grin dropped. "I-I don't, h-he's just... uh,  n-no..." Fresh looked at her, his face starting to blush.

"Yes you do! If you don't tell him, I will!" KC demanded.

"No! Nonono! Don't tell him!" Fresh tried not to yell at her.

"Tell who what?" Sprinkles butted in.

"You know Fresh's little pet?" KC said as they climbed onto the stage.

"His little sex-toy, right?" Sprinkles asked. He got the memo and kept his voice down. KC spelt it out for him.

"H E L O V E S P J" she signed. She and Sprinkles knew the American alphabet, to understand KC's mute little brother, but having to live with CJ made it so KC was much better at it. It took Sprinkles a solid moment before realizing.

"Oh!" He realized. KC slapped a hand over his mouth as the arriving groups of teens heard that.

They sat on a wooden bench and signed to keep this from Fresh. If he understood, he would stop KC whenever she tried talking. To KC, signing with Sprinkles was like talking to someone with a really thick accent. Sure, it's not their fault they aren't easily understood, but it's manageable. KC can understand when he says M instead of N or S instead of T or U instead of V.

Fresh decided they're just talking about normal stuff, so he just went to PJ. He plopped down, pulling PJ closer to hold him.

Paperjam squeaked before realizing it was Fresh, his sex-master.

"Hey Slut." Fresh hugged PJ's stomach.

"Stop calling that." Crescent growled, glaring at Fresh.

"He likes it." Fresh nuzzled PJ's neck, glaring at Crescent

"No he doesn't! It hurts him when you call him that!" He opposed.

"PJ, how do you feel when I call you my Slut?" Fresh looked at the smaller in his arms.

"I-I, uh... umm, I-I... l-like it..." PJ got quieter with each pause and stutter, not wanting to admit he loved being degraded to Fresh's personal slut. He wanted love, but it felt good to be punished and attacked. He was a masochist, so Fresh simply used that to his advantage.

"It's okay that you do. I know you love it." Fresh tugged on PJ's leash, making him want to moan. Still, his mix-matched eyes found themselves away from everyone and on the floor, trying to hide his face in Fresh's chest. He didn't like showing he had such sinful lust. He only wanted Fresh to see that side of him.

"I still think you should save it for when you're alone." Crescent rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

"I'm sure if you had a boyfriend, he'll call you by your pet name, even if you're in public." Fresh pet PJ, playing with his black and pink hair.

"I wouldn't want him to if it was Slut," Crescent hissed.

"Yeah yeah. Class is starting." Fresh stood up, letting PJ stand by himself.

Crescent tried to keep up the acting, even though his mind kept going to the paper. What was it? It seemed like a drawing, but of what?

Crescent sighed and went to writing with PJ. Curiosity drowned him as he fiddled with the paper in his pocket. It was colored, with multiple skin tones, so it could be humans? Or it could be with natural colors.

Riddled with wonder, his imagination spilled. 

As the writing teacher told them to start typing their draft, Crescent had an idea. He was so riddled with curiosity, it might make a good story. Well, make a character who has curiosity for something and that's the story.

Crescent was able to write the rough draft, despite his eagerness strangling him. He typed fast, his mind racing hundreds of miles per hour.

The day ended and Crescent slapped close his computer. He grabbed his stuff, running to his dorm, not paying attention to PJ calling out.

He slammed his door, flopping on the bed. He took out the paper, finally looking at the drawing. His face set up in flames the moment he understood what it was.

It was drawn like one of those hentais, the 'gang-bang' ones. But Crescent in the middle and all the single basketball players surrounding him. Well, all the one that they though were single. Starcross was the one inside of Crescent, which was somewhat comforting.

"Who the fuck put so much detail in something so perverted?!" Crescent exclaimed in embarrassment. He peaked in his pants, frowning. He grumbled in annoyance, "And my dick isn't that small..."

Crescent shoved the drawing into his desk, slamming the drawer. He flopped on the bed, trying to calm down his blushing. He would never do such lewd things with all those boys, unless Starcross really wanted him to.

"Cressy, you've been acting weird! Come on, I wanna make you feel better- no! Amazing!" Starcross burst through the door, slamming it and hugging Crescent.

"I have so many regrets!" Crescent whined as Star sat on his bed, taking him into his arms.

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