Edgar lay on his bed, deep in sleep, the faint rise and fall of his chest the only movement in the dimly lit room. His black hair fell softly over his forehead, and his slender frame was sprawled comfortably under the thin blanket. The air smelled faintly of lavender, a scent that lingered from the candles he liked to burn before bed. His parted lips were soft, inviting, and his hands rested loosely at his sides, fingers twitching slightly as if caught in a dream.Meanwhile, Collet sat cross-legged on his own bed in the adjacent room, the torn scarf clutched tightly in his hands. His white hair framed his angular face, and his golden skull pin glinted faintly in the moonlight streaming through the window. He brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply, his breath hitching as Edgar’s lingering scent filled his lungs. God, it smells like him—sweet, warm, and just a little bit spicy. His heart raced, and his fingers tightened around the scarf, knuckles whitening.Collet’s mind wandered, images of Edgar flashing before him—his wide hips, his teasing smile, the way his eyes always seemed to linger just a second too long before looking away. He’s so... perfect. Collet’s lips curved into a sly grin as he traced the edges of the scarf with his fingertips, imagining it was Edgar’s skin instead. What I wouldn’t give to touch him, to feel him against me...He shifted uncomfortably, the tightness in his jeans becoming impossible to ignore. With a low groan, he unbuttoned them, letting them fall to his knees. His hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, his breathing quickening as he began to stroke himself slowly. Edgar... I bet you’d look so good under me, begging for more.Back in Edgar’s room, the faint sound of rustling fabric reached his ears, pulling him from the edge of sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked lazily at the ceiling. What was that? He turned his head toward the wall separating their rooms, his brow furrowing slightly. Collet... what are you doing? Curiosity prickled at him, and he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.Without thinking, Edgar swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded silently to the door. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Should I...? But something deeper, something primal, urged him forward. He stepped into the hallway and quietly pushed open Collet’s door.The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. Collet was on the bed, his jacket and shirt discarded, revealing his lean torso. His hand moved rhythmically between his legs, his eyes closed as he whispered Edgar’s name under his breath. “Edgar... fuck...”Edgar’s cheeks flushed crimson, but he couldn’t look away. He’s... thinking about me? A strange mix of embarrassment and arousal surged through him, and he bit his lip, his body reacting instinctively. He stepped further into the room, the floor creaking softly beneath his feet.Collet’s eyes snapped open, and he froze, his gaze locking onto Edgar’s. For a moment, neither of them moved, the air thick with tension. Then, slowly, Collet smirked, his voice dripping with mischief. “Couldn’t sleep?” Edgar swallowed hard, his hands trembling at his sides. “I... I heard something,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.Collet chuckled lowly, sitting up slightly, his hand still resting on his length. “Oh? And what did you hear?” Edgar’s eyes flicked down involuntarily, and Collet’s smirk widened. “See something you like?” Edgar felt his face burn even hotter, but he couldn’t deny the heat pooling in his stomach. “I... I didn’t mean to...” Collet interrupted him with a soft laugh. “It’s okay, Edgar. I don’t mind.” He leaned back slightly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “In fact... why don’t you come closer?” Edgar hesitated, but his feet carried him forward almost on their own. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his heart hammering in his chest. Collet reached out, grabbing Edgar’s wrist and pulling him down onto the bed beside him.“Relax,” Collet murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Edgar’s ear. “I know you want this as much as I do.”Edgar shivered, his body trembling with anticipation. “Collet...” Collet’s free hand cupped Edgar’s cheek, guiding their lips together in a searing kiss. Edgar gasped into it, his mind spinning as Collet’s tongue slid against his own. The kiss deepened, growing hungrier by the second, and Edgar’s hands found their way to Collet’s shoulders, gripping tightly.Collet pulled back just enough to trail kisses down Edgar’s neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.Edgar moaned softly, his head tilting back to give Collet better access. “Collet... I...” “Shh,” Collet interrupted, pressing a finger to Edgar’s lips. “Just let me take care of you.” His hands moved lower, tugging at the hem of Edgar’s top. Once it was off, Collet’s fingers traced the soft curve of Edgar’s belly, his touch burning like fire. Edgar squirmed beneath him, his breath coming in short gasps as Collet’s lips trailed lower.“You’re so beautiful,” Collet murmured against Edgar’s skin, his hands working to remove the rest of their clothes. Once they were both completely bare, Collet paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in every inch of Edgar’s body.Edgar felt exposed, vulnerable, but also... desired. The way Collet looked at him made him feel like he was the only person in the world. “Collet...” he whispered, his voice trembling.Collet leaned down again, capturing Edgar’s lips in another heated kiss. His hand found its way between Edgar’s legs, stroking him slowly as he teased at Edgar’s entrance with his fingers.Edgar’s back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his throat. “Please...” “What do you want?” Collet growled, his voice thick with need.“You,” Edgar gasped, his nails digging into Collet’s back. “I want you.”Collet didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself between Edgar’s legs, pressing into him slowly, savoring every second of it. Edgar cried out, his body tightening around Collett as they became one.Collette’s pace increased gradually.....

Edgar lay on his bed, deep in sleep, the faint rise and fall of his chest the only movement in the dimly lit room. His black hair fell softly over his forehead, and his slender frame was sprawled comfortably under the thin blanket. The air smelled faintly of lavender, a scent that lingered from the candles he liked to burn before bed. His parted lips were soft, inviting, and his hands rested loosely at his sides, fingers twitching slightly as if caught in a dream.

Meanwhile, Collet sat cross-legged on his own bed in the adjacent room, the torn scarf clutched tightly in his hands. His white hair framed his angular face, and his golden skull pin glinted faintly in the moonlight streaming through the window. He brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply, _his breath hitching_ as Edgar’s lingering scent filled his lungs. *God, it smells like him—sweet, warm, and just a little bit spicy.* His heart raced, and his fingers tightened around the scarf, knuckles whitening.

Collet’s mind wandered, images of Edgar flashing before him—his wide hips, his teasing smile, the way his eyes always seemed to linger just a second too long before looking away. *He’s so... perfect.* Collet’s lips curved into a sly grin as he traced the edges of the scarf with his fingertips, imagining it was Edgar’s skin instead. *What I wouldn’t give to touch him, to feel him against me...*

He shifted uncomfortably, the tightness in his jeans becoming impossible to ignore. With a low groan, he unbuttoned them, letting them fall to his knees. His hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, *his breathing quickening* as he began to stroke himself slowly. *Edgar... I bet you’d look so good under me, begging for more.*

Back in Edgar’s room, the faint sound of rustling fabric reached his ears, pulling him from the edge of sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked lazily at the ceiling. *What was that?* He turned his head toward the wall separating their rooms, his brow furrowing slightly. *Collet... what are you doing?* Curiosity prickled at him, and he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.

Without thinking, Edgar swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded silently to the door. He hesitated for a moment, *his heart pounding* in his chest. *Should I...?* But something deeper, something primal, urged him forward. He stepped into the hallway and quietly pushed open Collet’s door.

The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. Collet was on the bed, his jacket and shirt discarded, revealing his lean torso. His hand moved rhythmically between his legs, *his eyes closed* as he whispered Edgar’s name under his breath. *“Edgar... fuck...”*

Edgar’s cheeks flushed crimson, but he couldn’t look away. *He’s... thinking about me?* A strange mix of embarrassment and arousal surged through him, and he bit his lip, *his body reacting instinctively.* He stepped further into the room, the floor creaking softly beneath his feet.

Collet’s eyes snapped open, and he froze, his gaze locking onto Edgar’s. For a moment, neither of them moved, the air thick with tension. Then, slowly, Collet smirked, *his voice dripping with mischief.* “Couldn’t sleep?” 

Edgar swallowed hard, his hands trembling at his sides. “I... I heard something,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Collet chuckled lowly, sitting up slightly, *his hand still resting on his length.* “Oh? And what did you hear?” 

Edgar’s eyes flicked down involuntarily, and Collet’s smirk widened. “See something you like?” 

Edgar felt his face burn even hotter, but he couldn’t deny the heat pooling in his stomach. “I... I didn’t mean to...” 

Collet interrupted him with a soft laugh. “It’s okay, Edgar. I don’t mind.” He leaned back slightly, *his chest rising and falling with each breath.* “In fact... why don’t you come closer?” 

Edgar hesitated, but his feet carried him forward almost on their own. He stopped at the edge of the bed, *his heart hammering* in his chest. Collet reached out, grabbing Edgar’s wrist and pulling him down onto the bed beside him.

“Relax,” Collet murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in closer, *his breath hot against Edgar’s ear.* “I know you want this as much as I do.”

Edgar shivered, *his body trembling* with anticipation. “Collet...” 

Collet’s free hand cupped Edgar’s cheek, guiding their lips together in a searing kiss. Edgar gasped into it, *his mind spinning* as Collet’s tongue slid against his own. The kiss deepened, growing hungrier by the second, and Edgar’s hands found their way to Collet’s shoulders, gripping tightly.

Collet pulled back just enough to trail kisses down Edgar’s neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered, *his voice rough with desire.*

Edgar moaned softly, *his head tilting back* to give Collet better access. “Collet... I...” 

“Shh,” Collet interrupted, pressing a finger to Edgar’s lips. “Just let me take care of you.” 

His hands moved lower, tugging at the hem of Edgar’s top. Once it was off, Collet’s fingers traced the soft curve of Edgar’s belly, *his touch burning like fire.* Edgar squirmed beneath him, *his breath coming in short gasps* as Collet’s lips trailed lower.

“You’re so beautiful,” Collet murmured against Edgar’s skin, his hands working to remove the rest of their clothes. Once they were both completely bare, Collet paused for a moment, *his eyes drinking in every inch of Edgar’s body.*

Edgar felt exposed, vulnerable, but also... desired. The way Collet looked at him made him feel like he was the only person in the world. “Collet...” he whispered, *his voice trembling.*

Collet leaned down again, capturing Edgar’s lips in another heated kiss. His hand found its way between Edgar’s legs, *stroking him slowly* as he teased at Edgar’s entrance with his fingers.

Edgar’s back arched off the bed, *a strangled moan escaping his throat.* “Please...” 

“What do you want?” Collet growled, *his voice thick with need.*

“You,” Edgar gasped, *his nails digging into Collet’s back.* “I want you.”

Collet didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself between Edgar’s legs, *pressing into him slowly,* savoring every second of it. Edgar cried out, *his body tightening around Collett as they became one.*

Collette’s pace increased gradually.....

In a quiet night, Edgar's peaceful slumber is disrupted by the sounds of Collet's self-pleasure, leading him to discover his friend's hidden desires. Collet, known for his unpredictable and obsessive nature, openly expresses his longing for Edgar, leading to a night of intense passion and exploration of their forbidden attraction.

Midnight Cravings Ignite Forbidden Bliss

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