note: In a Star Trek-inspired AU, after Plants were recognized as intelligent lifeforms equal to humans, Nai and Vash enrolled in the Academy to become Starfleet officers and gain equal status.

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I sometimes wonder if the reason we ended up sharing a room—every year except our first—was because of Tesla pulling some strings. She knows better than anyone the situation for Plants and Independents, so maybe she thought it’d be easier this way. And in some ways, it was. But not always.

The uncomfortable part? Sharing a room meant I had to deal with Nai teasing me under the guise of scolding—multiple times a day. (I talked back once or twice, but judging by how much I seem to enjoy it... hmm?) The comfortable part was not having to hunt for a vacant room or suffer through awkward silence with some random roommate.

So in the mornings, for example, if I randomly wrapped my arms around someone brushing their teeth and kissed the back of their neck or slid my hand down their side, the only one who’d complain was Nai. And he knows that too. Every time he acts all incredulous, but still plays along—then pretends like it wasn’t intentional. It’s just so... so very him.

And since today’s a training-free day, the moment I finish brushing my teeth, Nai drags me onto the bed and throws me down like he’s been waiting for this. I still ask, "What about training?" even though I know the answer. He doesn't even blink—("You’re in charge of your own grades.")—before pulling down my pants and pressing his face to the front of my briefs. His lips move along the now firm outline like he’s got nowhere else to be.

Too late to stop him now. I run my fingers through my still-uncombed hair and whisper for him to keep going. Before I even finish, I hear him chuckling down there.

"Nai, I really do love you, but this is when I like you the least."

He just goes, “Oh yeah?” and slips off my briefs, gripping the base of me with one hand before slowly licking all the way up. You probably don’t realize how frustrating it is that your bangs always hide your face when you do this—teasing me, never fully letting me see you. I lift myself up a bit and ask if he’s ready to suck now.

He gives me a sideways look, lightly jerks me once or twice, and says, “Looks like it,” before taking just the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, nudging at the slit.

"...Nai."

When I moaned his name in a voice already wrecked from holding back, Nai let out a silent laugh and deliberately dragged the head of my cock up against the roof of his mouth before taking the whole thing in. He bobbed his head gently at first, but the moment he heard me groan, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his head. I gripped a fistful of his hair and gently pushed him down, not hard enough to hurt, but deep enough to feel it.

Every time he swallowed me like that, cheeks hollowing around my dick, I couldn’t help but pant louder. He gave my thigh a reassuring pat, like telling me it’s okay, don’t rush. As if I’m the one being impatient. Ha… I came hard into his mouth, filling him up, and collapsed back onto the bed, breathless.

"You’re gonna complain I made you brush your teeth three times this morning—so why'd you do that?"

Even with me ruining the mood, Nai just pulled off his t-shirt, opened his mouth to show me the load still sitting on his tongue, and spat it out into his hand. Then he rubbed it over his chest.

“Then I’ll just ask you to brush my teeth.”

Then he slid his cock between his pecs and started thrusting into the space there. He was the one who started it, but he was already flushed all the way up to his neck.

“When did you even start wanting to do this kind of thing?”

Instead of answering, Nai reached down and grabbed my cock again, dragging the head across his nipple. (Can I pretend today’s my birthday instead?) Then he climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. I instinctively grabbed his waist, worried he’d hurt himself, but Nai swatted my hands away, insisting after what we did last night, it’d be fine just once.