(Goth)

"Really?!" I bounced up and down in excitement, beaming at Mom. He smiled, nodding.

Shaking, I bounced more, "I'M GONNA BE A BROTHER!!!"

The door opened, admitting a laughing Palette and chuckling Reaper. Sprinting I tackled my boyfriend. He fell to the ground with a woosh and Dad laughed harder.

"I'M GONNA BE A BROTHER!" I yelled in his face, bouncing still.

"Can't...breathe..." Palette wheezed.

Scrambling off of him I hugged Dad, "I'm gonna be a brother!"

"That's great news, babe," Palette got to his feet, "Do you wanna know something better?"

"What could be better than a baby sibling?!"

"How about," Dad smirked, "Moving in with your boyfriend?"

My jaw dropped. I looked from Palette to Dad, then at Mom, "Are they serious?" I asked him.

Mom nodded, smiling sadly at me, "You're growing up. Your dad and I both agree that you need to learn to live on your own, out of the house, before you go to college. And as much as I don't want to let my little boy go...life moves on, whether we want it to or not."

"Aw, Mom, don't be sad..." I hugged him, "I'll always be your little boy."

He hugged me back, "I know, baby. It's just hard for me to let go, you know..."

"I know..." I whispered softly, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you, too, baby."

(Palette)

We carried a few boxes of Goth's stuff to my house, pretty much his clothes and such.

He stood in my house, looking at it with a smile. He did a little spin and turned to me. I chuckled and he hugged me, snuggling into my chest, letting out a contented sigh.

"I always dreamed of living with you..." he said softly.

"Glad to make a dream come true," I replied.

He pulled away from me and looked around, "So, what does a live-in boyfriend do?"

A small snort escaped me and he turned around, confused.

"What?"

"Well, babe, he does whatever he wants to," I said, "You can lie on the couch all day and I won't care, so long as I get to come home your warm embrace."

"But that sounds..." he pouted, glancing around again, "Lazy. I don't like being lazy."

"Well, you could get a job, unpack, read all day, go for a walk, take a nap, clean the house, not clean the house, hang out with your friends, go skydiving, whatever," I walked up and rested my chin on his shoulder, "So long as I get to hold you all the time I want."

"Clean..." he mused, "I can clean your house?"

You already do, "Whatever takes your fancy. I won't ask you to do chores or anything."

"Hmm..." he started towards the kitchen and I sighed, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.

"Do that later, babe," I crashed on the couch backward, bringing him with me. He let out a cute little squeak as he fell on top of me, "Right now, I'm home and you're all mine..."

He giggled and gave me a small kiss, laying his head on top of me and resting. After a while of me just petting his skull and him laying on top of me, I smirked slightly.

"Thought you said you don't like being lazy," I said, "This is very lazy."

He gave me a cute pout, snuggling into me more, "This isn't lazy. I'm working."

"Working? How?"

"I'm working on keeping my boyfriend happy."

Chuckling, I kissed his skull lightly and settled on the couch. Goth was the perfect safety blanket; warm, familiar, comforting, and overall not too heavy. His breathing matched my own as it slowed down, becoming regular and even. He let out a small little kitten-yawn and hugged me more.

"Mm, night-night, Pally..." he mumbled sleepily.

"Sleep tight, Gothy..." I breathed tiredly. Soon he was letting out soft little snores and I sighed, closing my eyes and accepting sleep.

(Goth)

Palette's job meant he had to leave at five a.m. every weekday morning and he was back by two. During the hours he was gone, I slept in a little, curling into his empty warm spot on the bed. When I got up, I tidied the house, cleaned up his breakfast mess, organized my stuff into a dresser he gave me, then read until one. Then I made lunch and waited for Pally to come home.

He'd come home, tired and work-worn. But he'd see me, waiting with food, and smile. All I wanted was that smile. It made me feel all warm and gooey inside.

When I ran out of organizing things to do and developed my little routine, I started chatting with my new friend Fell online. His username confused me and he refused to explain it. Cupcakes aren't salty. Is it supposed to be ironic? I have no clue.

One day on a Sunday night, Palette made dinner for us. When we were done we went upstairs and he said he wanted me. I wasn't sure what he meant but he kissed me. Then he touched me and it felt so good. His hands were always warm and gentle, his voice deep and husky. He told me I was special, to keep his house so neat, to wait for him, and it made me fall in love all over again.

Then we made love. It didn't hurt as much as my first time all those months ago and I loved it a lot more.

I can't stop thinking about it. I've caught myself daydreaming about him. It had been two weeks ago. Every time I imagine Palette touching me again, kissing me like that, making love...I felt hot and I wanted it so bad...

I needed to talk to someone but I didn't want to tell Palette. So I told Fell.

Signing into our chatroom my funny username popped up as I sent him a message. It had been his suggestion to use the odd username.

CinnaBunDoll: Hey Fell I need some advice

SaltyCupcake: What is it doll

CinnaBunDoll: Can we video chat? It's hard to explain in writing

SaltyCupcake: Sure thing doll just give me a minute

I waited patiently, sitting on the couch with my laptop, my legs crossed as a daydream tried to worm itself into my head.

The chat rang on my laptop and I answered, Fell's face coming into view. He wasn't wearing his cloak or scarf and looked like he was lounging in bed in a t-shirt.

"Heya doll," he smiled at me, almost smirking.

"Hi Fell," I said. He was a good friend, even though he lived in the shady part of town with most of the other Fell monsters. He was nice if blunt and a bit rude to others sometimes.

"So, what do ya need to talk about this time?" he asked. He always answered my questions without hesitation, even if it took me forever to ask them.

A small blush started up my cheeks, "Well, um, I...I..."

"Are you bored? You can always come to my place if you're bored. We'll kick out Rurik and have some fun."

"No, no, it's, just, um..." How do I explain what I'm feeling?

"Is it about Palette?"

"Sort of..."

"Did he say something that confused you?"

"No, he always explains himself, but..."

"Ya gotta spit it out, doll. I can't keep guessing."

"Well, you see...about two weeks ago, we...uh, erm..." the blush intensified. Fell and I never talked about making love before. Other than my drunk night.

"Did ya do the deed?" he smirked and I nodded mutely, assuming he meant to make love. I'm getting better at recognizing slang for it.

"Ooh~ This is interesting," he sat up a bit, "Whatcha need for advice, doll? Need lube suggestions? I have got a whole line I like to pick from depending on-"

"What's lube?"

He gave me 'the look' and I blushed harder.

"I'm almost sure Palette has used lube on you," he said, "He's too sweet on you to do it raw when you're still so new to all this."

"Does it come in a little packet?"

"No, it comes in a bottle."

"Oh, well...yeah, he does have a bottle he uses when we... make love..." my voice grew small and Fell chuckled.

"Don't be embarrassed, doll," he grinned at me, "I won't say anything mean. I promise. You can tell me anything."

"But...we haven't been friends for very long..."

"Yet you're the one asking for advice," he pointed out and I nodded, sighing.

"Speaking of which, you still haven't explained yourself," Fell went on.

"Well, um, two weeks ago we...you know...and I..." I sighed, "I can't stop thinking about it, Fell!"

"Tell me what you're thinking, doll. I might be able to help."

I groaned, leaning back on the couch, "I keep thinking about his hands on me, Fell. Touching me again and again. I imagine him kissing me and I want him to kiss me like he did the other night. I want to hold him close, feeling his body on me, the pulse of his soul..." I sighed, "Every time I imagine how hot we got, how breathless he made me, I get all warm and I just need to feel it. That feeling he gives me, that...pleasure...I just want to feel more and more of it. What's wrong with me, Fell?"

Fell chuckled, his eyes amused, "Gods, you're so damn innocent Goth..."

"Help me. I want the needing to go away. I can't focus with it."

"Well, first of all, there's nothing wrong with you," I sighed in relieve at his words, "Second, you need to pull yourself together and listen to me."

I nodded, sitting up and watching him intently.

"Okay, you know about masturbation, right?"

"Masturb-"

"Touching yourself."

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"Well, you said you feel warm when you get lost in your little daydreams, right?"

"Right..."

"That warmth is in between your legs, isn't it."

I nodded mutely, blushing hardcore at his intuition. He chuckled a bit more.

"Well, it's your magic. It wants Palette as badly as you do, it wants that pleasure. So, give yourself a little relief once in a while."

"Wh-what?"

He rolled his eyes, "Touch yourself, doll. Your body won't know the difference for long if you daydream hard enough."

"B-but-but-b-bu-" It was so lewd... so dirty to even consider!

He sighed in exasperation, "Look, Goth, it's okay to indulge yourself in a fantasy every once in a while. Palette won't mind and no one will know in the privacy of your own home. Everyone does it. I do it. In fact, if you want to know the absolute truth I was busy when you messaged me."

"Busy doing...that?" I whispered, feeling my entire face light up purple, "How'd you message back?"

"I have two hands, don't I?"

My eye went dark. I could see it in the camera and Fell laughed hard.

"C'mon, kid, get over yourself!" he laughed, "But really, if you have trouble either tell Palette-" I shrunk into my scarf a bit "-or fix it yourself."

"But won't it..." I gulped, "Won't I make a mess?"

"Not if you're careful. If you're worried, do it in the bathroom. But you can do it anywhere if it's really bad."

"Hmm..." I still wasn't sure. I looked at the clock and saw that it was time to make lunch. Palette would be home soon.

Sighing, I smiled at Fell, "Thanks for the advice Fell. I might consider it if it gets worse."

"Glad I could help, doll. Remember, you can always talk to me about this stuff. I'm a pro at a lot of this kind of stuff because Rurik is a horny-ass bastard that doesn't understand his right hand is just as useful as my ass."

A door slammed somewhere on his end and he sighed, "Speak of the devil..."

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU CUPCAKE?" someone yelled and I winced but Fell's smile twitched up.

"He's in a good mood today," he said cheerily, "Well, I gotta go before-"

The door to the bedroom slammed open and his head snapped around. Rurik was taking off his shirt, approaching the bed with an intense look on his face. He turned to me as Rurik crawled on the bed.

"Later, doll," he said hurriedly as he hung up. I messaged him a farewell and shut my laptop.

I hurried to make lunch, his advice lingering on my mind. But I shook it away.

Only if it gets worse...

(Palette)

Getting home, I smiled at the sight of Goth in the kitchen. He was finishing up lunch, so I snuck up behind him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"How are you, babe?" I asked. He giggled, but it almost sounded forced.

"I'm doing well, Pally. How was work?"

"Work was...eh, it was work. Can't say much about it."

He giggled again, leaning on me, "Well, I'm making one of your favorites."

"Oh, goody~" I saw what he made. It was a stirfry he was actually quite good at, "But, you know, you make all my favorites. You know why?"

"Why?" he smiled, still finishing the stirfry.

"Because it's you who makes them. Anything you make is my favorite."

He hummed, leaning into me as I rested my head on his shoulder. He finished cooking and shut off the fire. He tried to turn but I hugged him close, nuzzling his neck.

"You're always my favorite, Gothy~" I purred, feeling him shiver. I slipped my hand down his front, pressing him against me, "You make me feel so whole."

His breathing got a bit heavier as my hand continued to explore his front. It reached the hem of his pants and he sucked in a breath, letting it out in short, tense bursts. My hand rubbed a small circle there, feeling him shiver as I brushed over condensing magic.

"Are you okay, love?" I asked him breathily, kissing his neck softly. He nodded, biting his lip as I kept up my circles.

"Do you want me to stop?" I breathed, moving to the back of his neck. He shook his head.

"No, n-no, I..." he stuttered out the words, shaking as my hand pressed harder on the firm magic. It was much firmer than his normal aura. He'd summoned something down there~"

Shifting my hand I slipped it into his pants, feeling an already slightly wet entrance slowly soaking his underwear. I smirked as I fingered the outline of panties, snapping a bit of the elastic to make him jump slightly.

"What's this?" I asked, grazing my finger on the outline of the surprisingly narrow undergarment. A thong? Oh, I hoped it was a thong. Please tell me he's wearing one...

"M-Mom suggested them. H-he-ha...said th-they were comfy..." Goth leaned into me more.

"Are they?"

"Mm-hm," he nodded. Kissing his neck more I slid them aside to finger his entrance. He gasped as I brushed over the sensitive little clit, gripping my arm tightly with one hand. Circling it slowly I ground into his back, rubbing my waking magic into him for some friction. He let out a cute little grunt and groan, pushing himself back into my grinding.

Kissing his neck, grinding on his hips, still circling his clit at a slow pace, I felt his hand slide behind him, landing on my hip. It kept sliding smoothly, Goth's entire face purple as he shut his eyes against what he was doing, until it reached the hem of my pants. It slipped inside my pants and even my underwear until I was grinding myself into his hand. It felt a lot better and I grunted, speeding up my circling.

Goth moaned, arching into me as I rubbed him. His fingers dug into my arm and his hand curled around my member until I was bucking into his warm hand.

"Don't stop," he breathed, eyes shut tightly. I nodded, kissing his neck as I sped up my circling. He kept his hand around my member as I bucked my hips into it, feeling him push back against me as I basically pinned him to the counter.

Goth moaned softly, biting his lip to contain it. I slipped my other hand into his pants, using my palm to force his hips into me. His hand in my pants was pinned between my bucking member and his body and his other hand braced on the counter, having let go of my arm.

Rubbing him as fast as I could I grunted, feeling myself grow close. I sped up my bucking, needing a release. Goth moaned softly still, biting his scarf now. His hand gripped around my member slightly and I groaned.

"G-Goth, I-" I panted, trying to get him to the edge, too.

Goth spat out the scarf in his mouth and let out a loud moan, bucking into my hand for the first time as he turned to me a little, eyes still shut in pleasure. He bucked into my hand again and let out a sexy cry that pushed me over. I felt him release onto my hand just as I released into his, rutting a little to ride out the orgasm.

He panted, opening his eyes slightly. I kissed his neck again, pulling my hands out of his pant as he pulled his out of mine. My underwear and my pants were soaking through and I think his were, too. He looked down at his hand, covered in my yellow-green cum, and blushed.

Looking him in the eye, I raised my hand that I'd pleasured him with and licked off his release. He blushed hardcore and turned away from me, closing his sticky hand into a fist. I finished cleaning my hand and went up behind him, rubbing his shoulder with my clean hand.

"I feel...dirty, Palette..." he whispered.

"Then clean up, Gothy," I said softly. He glanced at me.

"Do I...do I have to...to lick it?" he asked, almost curious.

"Only if you enjoy the taste, love."

He glanced at me again, opening his sticky hand. Tentatively he licked his first finger and I almost felt myself get hard again. He gave a shiver and closed his eyes, licking the rest of his hand.

He giggled, opening his eyes and looking at me, "You taste like frosting."

Dammit, Goth stop being so fricking cute. He ambled over to the sink and finished washing his hands, humming to himself. I felt quite perky as well. It's nice to get off after work.

"I needed that, Palette."

His words snapped me back out of my contentment. "What?" I asked, confused I didn't hear him right.

He was blushing purple and refused to meet my eye. "I...Well, I think...I think I was...I was...h..." he mumbled the rest, starting to wash dishes with a lot of noise.

"What was that, babe?" I asked, taking a wet cloth and wiping my hand off.

"I think I was ho..." he mumbled again, ducking into his scarf and blushing.

"Goth, stop mumbling," I told him gently, "If you're embarrassed, just whisper it to me."

He looked at me, then leaned on his tiptoes and whispered in my ear. A blush grew on my cheeks and I laughed nervously.

"Heh, really?" I asked. Did I do that? Did I make him feel that way?

He nodded mutely, still washing dishes. After a little bit of silence, he took our food and set the table for lunch. We both sat down and as he settled himself I put my hand on his. He looked at me, curious.

"Don't be afraid to take care of it yourself, okay, babe?" I smiled gently at him, "I won't mind."

He blushed but smiled at me, "Okay, Pally."