#and also this still lines up with his plans to defile syd and make him 'less appealing'

[banned-for-horny]

GIVE US KYLAR N SYD DOING IT IN THE CHANGING ROOM I BEG U

Anon you must be new here because I still can't write folks actually fucking so enjoy this instead:

Sydney is in the middle of removing his sea salt-encrusted contact lenses when someone pins him to the wall, pressing a blade to his neck.

For just a moment, he feels his heart drop to his feet. His elbows swing behind him, stomping at the assaulter's feet. He misses the first two, but on the third strike, he hits their ribs. The assaulter hisses in Sydney's ear and stumbles back, and with a harsh shove, he slams them into the opposite wall and breaks free.

Sydney whirls around, raising his fists at the blurry figure behind him. It takes a fair amount of squinting before he finally recognizes the dark skin and questionably messy hair.

"Kylar?" he whispers. From the way the blur seizes, he must have assumed right and slouches back in relief. "Christ, you scared me-"

"You..." Kylar seethes. He shakes out his head and lifts his knife. "I'm going to kill you!"

Sydney swallows, scooting back until his back hits the wall behind him. "What did I do?"

"Y-You-" Kylar grits his teeth. After a moment, he growls and yanks at his hair. "You...gah!"

"Sydney?" Your voice startles them both, and Sydney motions for Kylar to shut up.

"Yeah, sorry!" he calls. "You can head out if you want, I gotta go meet with my mom and I'm trying to take the tie out of my hair."

"Oh, ouch," you say sympathetically. "Good luck, Syd. I'll see you at school!"

After a few minutes, Sydney sighs and clears his head. The smaller boy looks dazed, like just hearing your voice turned his brain off.

"...okay, I'm lost," Sydney admits. "Is this because I said you weren't allowed to rent out another book?"

Kylar's eyes flutter before he shakes his head, snapping out of his trance. "No! Y-You-"

"You kept on doodling in the margins, Kylar, and you know if Headmaster Leighton catches you he'll-" Sydney yelps as Kylar pounces, straddling his waist. He throws his arms up to shield his face, but that only results in the smaller boy pinning his wrists over his head.

"You," Kylar gasps, "stole my first kiss. That-It wasn't for you!"

Sydney is half-torn between mocking Kylar for believing in something so sacred as a 'first kiss' and teasing him for pinning him in such a scandalous position. Then he tries to reflect on when he'd ever kissed Kylar and comes up blank.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Kylar," he admits.

Kylar growls, lifting his blade. "Don't be dumb, Sydney! Y-You-I was in the library!"

"Y...yes? You were," Sydney agrees slowly. "You asked if I could help you reach a book, I grabbed it for you, then I left the library to go meet someone at the beach. That's it."

That's as much as he remembers, anyhow. There was a twenty minute discrepancy between Kylar asking and him leaving the library, but Sydney chalks it up to his exhaustion knocking him out for a little bit like always.

Above him, Kylar's mouth falls open, grip on his knife faltering. "A-Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie about that?" Sydney asks.

"Because you-you're..." Kylar sits back on his wet swim trunks and tugs on his hair once more, a strangled scream escaping him. "This isn't fair! I know you're a little off now but you just-you said you were waiting for me, l-like you-" He growls again and hunches over, bumping his forehead against Sydney's. "You...you need to stay away from them. They're mine!"

Them? They? Sydney blinks. Who in the-Oh. Ohhhh.

Sydney can't help it: he giggles.

Kylar's scowl wavers as Sydney's shoulders shake. "Wha-Why are you laughing? I'm being serious!"

"I-I know, I just-" Sydney's giggles grow louder, stronger. He tries to stiffle it, hand over his mouth, but it doesn't help.

And Kylar's scowl turns into an adorable little pout. "Syd, stop it!"

"Haha, I'm-" Sydney clears his throat, but it just makes his giggling even worse. "I'm trying, Ky, I-hehehe-" He hunches over and laughs. There is barely enough room to curl up properly, so he settles for curling against Kylar. He's pleasantly warm against his wet skin. "I didn't-ahem...sorry. Sorry."

Kylar feels...very stiff against Sydney. He shouldn't be, he thinks-they used to hug all the time when they were younger. But Sydney guesses with all the hormones and Kylar being Kylar would make this a bit awkward.

"Did I actually kiss you?" he asks.

"You..." Kylar clears his throat and shuffles back. With the way he's sitting, he grinds right up against Sydney's chastity cage, and he bites back the frustrated growl at the sensation. "Uh, n-no. No, you didn't! I was-I didn't-"

"Did you want me to?"

Kylar freezes. Sydney takes his chances and sits up, slipping his arms around the smaller teen's waist as he grins.

"If I actually took your first kiss, then I'm sorry, really," Sydney says, "but I can help pay you back. Y'know..." He lifts his hips up and grinds, just enough to send shivers up his back and for Kylar to muffle a moan. "Help you practice."

Kylar's eyes flutter before he snaps out of it. "N-No! I'm not..." The fire in his glare sputters, and for a moment Sydney remembers the tiny, awkward little kid he used to play with after mass. "I-I'm saving myself. I-I have to-"

"Because the temple said so, or because you want to?" Sydney asks. When Kylar refuses to meet his eye, he smiles and tightens his hold on him. "They won't mind if you're not a virgin, Ky. And wouldn't it be better to know what you're actually doing instead of just blindly fumbling around like an idiot?"

"I-I know what I'm doing..." Kylar mumbles.

"Yeah, because those hentais you're watching are totally accurate," Sydney says.

"Wha-mphf!" Kylar squeaks into Sydney's mouth, but it doesn't take much probing for him to melt into the kiss. He's overeager and sloppy, but something deep within Sydney sings at how cute it is. He pulls back first, smirking at Kylar's soft whine.

"Deal?" he asks.

"I..." Kylar's eyes dart between his lips and his eyes before he lunges. He misses, but that doesn't stop him from pressing kisses down Sydney's jaw while pawing at his still-wet swimming trunks. "O-Only to learn. Right? Nothing else."

Sydney snorts and grabs at Kylar's shirt. "Sure. Nothing else."