Praise Me [BL]

Chapter 9

[edited : 4/15/21]

a few parts are really different in this chapter after i edited it, for those who are rereading

QOTD: Whats your ideal type? todoroki <3

My body flinched away in surprise when I felt a hand touch my bare hip. "It's just me." Caesar's soft voice carried to my ears, making me relax as I finally got the shirt over my head.

I peered over my shoulder and noticed he was already changed from the mandatory sports uniform. "You surprised me." Turning back to the temporary locker we were all given, I grabbed my bag and stuffed the dirty clothes in. "Is everyone already gone?"

"Mhm, you took your time in the shower."

"It takes time to look this good."

My stomach tensed when he slid his hand under my shirt. "How do you manage to buy everything two sizes too small?"

"It's a talent."

I went to tie my hair back, careful not to elbow him in the process, but he stopped me. "Just leave it down." I didn't bother questioning him, he's always preferred when I left it down, so I ruffled it into place instead.

When I felt his hand slid up my stomach and pinch my nipple, I tilted my head back to give him a dull look. "Pervert."

"For touching my boyfriend?"

"In public."

"We've done worse."

I hummed absentmindedly and went to put on my bracelets but stopped when he started to pull away. "I didn't say stop."

He let out a puff of amusement and dipped his head down into my neck before pressing his chest to my back firmly. "Don't get mad if we're late."

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"You guys are late."

I shrugged and slid into the booth across from Declan. Caesar followed right behind me with a smirk. "Can't be helped."

And Declan eyed us distastefully, quickly connecting the dots. "..Did you guys really fuck?"

I accepted the drink a friend handed me gratefully and nodded. "Yeah."

"At least look a little embarrassed." He complained with a frown. Caesar ignored him and looked around the restaurant curiously.

"Where's Harrison?" He finally asked.

"Ah, he's over this with his friends." Declan gestured in a vague direction but it was pretty hard to miss the table full of hybrids.

Looking in their direction, my eyes squinted when I caught sight of their cups. "Is he drinking juice?"

"Of course. He's underage."

I reached over the table and flicked his forehead. "You're so lame, go buy him a drink."