Title: Sex Tapes & Misleading Websites
Summary: There always was a little spice to kissing someone you weren't supposed to. Twice as much fun when you're reacting porn together.
Genres: Romance/Humor
Rating: M
Characters: Isana Yashiro / Neko / Kuro Yatagami

It was disgustingly hot.

The air conditioner had broken down, and they weren't expecting someone to come fix it for another three hours. Neko purred, despite having reverted to her human form, and stretched out her sore limbs across the bed, naked as she loved to be. Kuro, the gentlemen he was, looked away and muttered about indecency and nudity, all the while sporting a raging erection.
Yashiro was half sprawled on the table, half on the floor, fanning himself with the largest hand fan he could find. He'd even dressed down to a tank top and loose shorts, but the unbearable summer heat still touched him with its fiery kiss.

Neko yawned loudly, catching the two boys attention. She sat up, hissing. "Shiro~, its too hot here!"
The pale boy managed a weak smile, his eyes having a hard time looking away. He shrugged, "I'm sorry, but the air conditioner is broken and I don't know how to fix it."

Kuro hummed in thought, doing his best to avoid looking at the rather naked girl. Unfortunately, his eyes landed on Shiro, his mind doing a double take as he realized where he was looking. Ichigen Miwa had taught him better than this! He blushed and looked away from both of them. "W-we can look online."
The shame slipped through his voice, and he was quite happy there was a table in front of him.

The two seemed quite happy about that. Yashiro pulled out his rather unused laptop and moved over to sit beside Kuro, Neko pressed tightly against his arm on his other side. He could think of a few rather colorful adjectives to describe the situation and not a single one of them was decent. He cleared his throat and typed into the search engine unsurely. He couldn't remember the last time he'd used a computer. Miwa hadn't, and well, anything Miwa didn't do, Kuro wouldn't either.

Several results came up, and he clicked on the top most one, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was 90% that Neko's breats squished around his left arm, and Yashiro breathing over his shoulder wasn't helping that erection go down either.

Gigantic walls of text appeared on the screen, and as horrible as it seemed, he read on. At some point, he was a hundred percent sure Neko got bored and flopped back, her legs sticking up straight in the air. Very nice, shapely legs to be precise. He looked back to the dauntingly long pieces of text. As he scrolled down, he came upon an advert. It very simply said 'How to drill like a pro'.
Drilling seemed to be something useful. He might as well learn how to do it.

What happened however, when he opened the new link, was something rather unexpected. Something very unexpected.

Yashiro blew out his ear drum with that oddly girlish scream.

Neko was cowered behind the bed, reverting back to her cat form. Yashiro was hid in a corner, trembling with his back turned. Poor kids. They were traumatized for life.

Kuro? He was frozen in place. Personally, he wasn't really sure whether he wanted to take his eyes off the video. It seemed that what they'd first seen had merely been a preview. And then it went into a very elaborate, very visual how to. Half way through another man came in, and soon after that, Yashiro screamed a bloody war cry and threw the laptop out of the window (Where did he even learn to move that fast?).

Kuro, poor teenager he was, sat still in his seat, his face as expressionless as it had been. He very, very slowly stood up and walked out of the room to the bathroom, taking extra care to make sure neither Neko nor Yashiro saw his front or side. Once he was n, he slammed the door shut to quickly and locked it. He washed his face several times, but the pinkness never left and the tightening of his gut only grew with every passing second. The video seemed to play in his head with extreme detail and instant replay.

This would be a very long, long day.

Nothing better than writing almost porn in the morning!

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