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A sharp gasp came to the boy's throat, fingers curling into fists as he swallowed down the urge to voice his pleasure further. As if against his will, though very much of it, he slowly turned his head to look at Asya. His eyes were narrowed, lips not turned down into a scowl-- it was a stoic face. Or, as much so as he could muster with the light fluster of his face and lust driven haze over his eyes.

"...Don't tell me what to do." He grumbled, still trying to keep his appearance rebellious. 

“No, don’t look away.” Asya mumbled, leaning back enough to get a good look at the boy.

He took hold of Haden’s cock, thumb stroking along the underside slowly. He planned on dragging this out, trying to get the best reactions from the half-demon. And, if he could, he wanted to force the boy to beg for something. That sounded perfect.

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"M-- Most eloquent fucker y' ever did meet..." He mumbled, turning his head away to avoid looking at exactly what Asya was doing. If I don't see it I have no say, perhaps?

Even though he felt it.

He tugged the shirt off with one hand, then using it to undo the boy’s pants. He pulled the material lower, along with Haden’s underwear, so he could tease sensitive skin with his fingers. Nothing but the barest of touches as he pressed his lips to the half-demon’s collar. “Very eloquent, Haden.”

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"Then I..." He paused, his voice catching as he felt Asya's hand go-- well, literally below the fuckin' belt. "...Then fuck it. Stuff'll happen, hell if I know..." The last part was muttered to himself, his lips turning down in a scowl as he raised his arms over his head.

“Really?” Asya pulled Haden’s shirt up, trying to make it obvious that the other needed to lift his arms. He moved one hand down, fingers lightly brushing the boy’s skin massaging around his navel before dipping under his pants. “What if you don’t feel like it?”

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"...Whenever I feel like it." He said after a short pause, trying not to react to Asya's wandering hands-- as well as thinking of an answer himself. Exactly when should he stop this?

If at all.

“Is that so?” He asked, voice teasing. He continued pushing the other’s shirt up, pushing Haden to lean back as he bowed his head and pressed a kiss to the half-demon’s chest. “So at what point will you stop me?”

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"-- For convenience sake." He blurted out, hands going to Asya's wrists out of reflex. "It's...too much effort to keep your grubby ass hands for being touchy, so you know...I just let it be?" Did he say that as a question?

Fuck.

Asya sighed— honestly, it’s like the boy couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to be cooperative. His hands pushed up under Haden’s shirt, stroking the skin of his stomach. “You say it’s not true but you really haven’t been making any attempts to stop me from touching you.”

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"Well, glad to know I'm a special fuckin' case, then." It was said a bit questionably, because he wasn't actually sure if it was a good thing or not. Good for other people, at least. "An' I shouldn't have to deny shit that's obviously not true, thank you."

One step forward and two steps back, on the road to ~self discovery~.

“For the record,” Asya huffed, “That is only with you.”

Mostly because everyone else he wanted to bone wanted the same thing. No molesting required— of course it was also a lot easier to do, and most of these people didn’t actually interest him as Haden did.

“And you aren’t denying anything I’m saying.”

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"....And you're a molester." He muttered, and-- oh look. No comment about lying and no comment about the kiss.

All aboard the train of self discovery and acceptance. 

Asya rolled his eyes giving the boy a soft kiss.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

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" 'course I don't." He said, scowling. "Just making sure."

That was a lie, of course.

“I was under the impression you didn’t want that.”

However if that had changed he was all for it.

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....

Fucking word play.

"I think I've lost count o' how many sex jokes an' shit you've made since I've been here." Haden sighed, rubbing the back of his neck-- not like he tried to keep count, but. "Yet y' haven't done anythin'."

“Well,” Asya smirked. “I could definitely fuckyou.”

Really, Haden, you should have seen that one coming from a mile away.

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"...But you said it before I-- but-- fuck you how about that?" When it doubt, just insult people. It works well enough.

If by well enough you mean not at all.

Maybe he was predictable. 

“The fact that I knew you’d ask. And that you’d protest being simple.” He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s what you do that’s predictable.”

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"Wh-- what'd I do that's so damn predictable?" Other than, you know, exist. Maybe the fact he was kind of a drop out wasn't the most surprising piece of news he could give anyone, it was kind of a dick move to say it was PREDICTABLE.

Rude.

"...An' I ain' fuckin' simple." Volatile, yes. The touches didn't seem to bother him, though he did notice they were there.

Asya chuckled, hand lazily stroking up Haden’s back. “You’re so predictable.” He said, biting the boy’s ear lightly. Just small touches and nips here and there, little things really. “Simple and volatile little thing that you are.”

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Bullseye.

"....I could'a gotten better grades if I wanted." He muttered angrily, shifting himself to press against Asya more comfortably. Maybe he should be pulling away--

Nah. Too much effort.

"I mean-- if I actually bothered showing up."

“I refuse to believe that.” The werewolve stated, pulling Haden closer again him. He pressed light kisses along the half-demon’s jaw. “There’s no way you were anything but barely average— no offense.”

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"You know, f'r all the times you insult my smarts, my grades in school weren't that fuckin' bad." Okay that-- that was kind of a lie. Well, they weren't as bad as you'd expect. But they were near fail in almost every class.

Shockingly, English was about average.

...

Almost average.

“You’re so dumb.” Asya sighed, nipping at Haden’s neck. “It’s a wonder you could make it through high school, to be completely honest.”

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"It wasn't as if I was worryin' or anything." He scoffed, and-- oh look. Tsundere alert. "I was just-- you know, curious. What kinda things a guy would like t' smell when everything was...legit an' shit."

He deserved an award for his use of the english language. 

"...But good t' know I don't smell like shit, I guess."

Asya didn’t even try not to laugh. “You smell just fine.” He said, nuzzling into the boy’s neck again. He was already beginning to get used to the half-demon’s smell. And really Asya was sure that by a normal person’s sense of smell Haden would smell perfectly acceptable.

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....

Yeah that did sound really faggy.

"Dust an' cold an'...yeah I don't think any of those scents come in a bottle." Unless he was going to spray himself with fabreeze. But even that seemed like it wouldn't work out that well. "...I could go roll around in the dirt."

Sarcasm.

Asya snorted, shaking his head at the boy. “Are you really asking me what scent I enjoy?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “I like nature. Trees and flowers and all that shit that probably just sounds so faggy. City smells are terrible. I like the smell of dust after it rains, and the smell of cold.”

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Crossing his arms over his chest, Haden gave the top of Asya's head a pitying look. "That....fucking sucks. A lot." He seriously couldn't imagine having to go around-- nope didn't even want to think about it. "...What do you like then? To-- uh, fuckin' smell an' stuff."

“I try not to gag.” Honest to God truth. Really, there were times where he just had to walk away from someone. He’d just up and turn around and leave. Or cover his nose. “I admit there have been times where I’ve teared up. But it’s not as if I can turn it on or off, it’s even stronger than most werewolves’ noses so I’m basically screwed.”

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"Isn't that a pain in the ass? Having all those senses heightened, an' stuff." He quirked and eyebrow, cocking his head to the side and giving Asya a look. "I mean, shit. Some people just smell like shit to regular people-- how do you deal with that?"

Oh.

“That’s not necessary.” Asya said, pulling the half-demon closer again. “You smell just fine. Most things smell strong to me anyway I just take a bit to get accustomed to them.” To be completely honest almost everyone he came into contact with smelled bad to him at first. Came with being a werewolf, he supposed.