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archie stood beside kitt.
“do you wanna talk about it?” he asked. he put his arm around kitt, holding him close. kitt remained silent, his still figure blowing in the wind a bit. he held himself tightly, trying his best not to let his chin quiver.
“it’s really difficult to talk about.”
archie rubbed kitt’s shoulder at an attempt to comfort him. “well how can i help you feel better?” he asked.
“i don’t know! i just want to forget… forget everything,” kitt cried. he wiped warm, salty tears from the corners of his eyes, desperate not to further expose himself. he couldn’t stand that feeling of guilt and pain which lingered in the depths of stomach.
archie held his arms out in a hugging motion. kitt slowly laid his head on the taller boy’s chest, letting his teardrops seep into archie’s shirt.
“it was my sister.”
it was quiet for a moment. kitt didn’t have a sister. but archie knew better than to speak and muddy the already stiff conversation that was to come. kitt had been withholding this information for so long. archie couldn’t even imagine how difficult it must have been to talk about it.
“when i was younger she’d call me to her room. she’d tell me things and she’d…” kitt took in a sharp and cold breath. “she’d touch me. and she’d make me touch her back. she knew i didn’t want to— she knew i was too young to even understand what was happening.”
silence drowned the air.
“every night i wished she was dead. i remember that part clear as day. i would pray that she would die some horrible death. and she would finally learn in the afterlife how much she hurt me. how much her words and her… actions broke me.”
kitt shivered into archie as he began to cry again.
“and she did die. she got hit by a car when she was 15 and i was 4. i never forgot the night she didn’t come home. the first night in almost a year that she hadn’t touched me. i was happy. i was so fucking happy— i was glad that she died. yet somehow— after everything— i still feel like it was my doing. that my twisted prayers really had been answered and thus led to her demise. that guilt has never really left me. it follows me around like a disease, y’know?”
“i know,” archie finally spoke. “i’m… sorry that happened to you.”
kitt rubbed the wetness from his eyes. “it’s fine. it doesn’t really matter. just… feels good to get off my chest.”
but it did matter. archie couldn’t put into words how much it mattered. he knew fighting kitt on it was pointless. but he cared so deeply about this boy. he couldn’t help the urge to cure him from his misery.
“is there anything i can do for you?” archie asked.
“can we have sex?” kitt asked.
“really? after that whole story—“
“archie, i want to.”
“are you sure? i don’t ever want you to feel like you did with her when you’re with me…” their love truly was sacred to archie.
“you’re not like her. you’re not anything like her, i promise. please?” kitt asked.
“okay.”
archie held the back of kitt’s head in his palm, his fingers weaved between his dark curls. he slowly inched his mouth closer to kitt’s until they could feel each other’s breath on their skin. archie paused there, but kitt did not. he pressed his lips against archie’s, crushing their mouths together.
their tongues danced, dragging themselves across each other like beautiful brush strokes. archie moaned into their kiss, his cheeks already burning with desire.
“god, please touch me. please fucking touch me, kitt.”
kitt placed his hand on archie’s clothed crotch, rubbing the area a little. his hand however soon departed, sinking its digits into archie’s ass.
“fuck…” archie muttered.
kitt slid his fingers inside carefully. archie was warm— shockingly so, as a matter of fact. he searched around, certain he’d find that sweet spot sooner than later.
“jesus fuuuuck!” archie exclaimed as kitt found it. kitt brushed it with his fingers, memorizing its exact placement within archie’s hole.
he slid his fingers out, much to archie’s dismay.
kitt undid archie’s pants and then his own, letting them slide down to his ankles as he led archie to the ground. he pushed his dick into archie, doing his best not to hurt him in the process.
archie moaned louder— (he’d always been the more vocal one during sex).
kitt found a steady rhythm, just the way archie liked it. not too slow, but not terribly fast, either. in and out he went, his cock disappearing into archie’s tight asshole over and over again.
he managed to find that spot again. he fucked into it as hard as he could, determined to make archie come as hard as possible. his hips slammed into archie, poor archie near tears at his inevitable orgasm.
his eyes now dripping teardrops, archie came. not long after, kitt followed suit. cum streamed down archie’s hips and thighs (oh, what wonderful hips archie had). it trickled out of his ass as kitt pulled out, panting with thrill and exhaustion.
archie hugged kitt.
“i love you, kitt. i’m sorry… about your sister.”
“i love you, too.”
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fin ;3