Kitten (Allin)

Chapter 6

Bro, I'm slacking so much,,, fffff this fucker be so fuckin anxious abt school that I can barely get a word out.

This chap is safe. No smut. Just on the other one (if I fucKIN MANAGE TO (someone pls slap the shit outta motivation on me pls))

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Alan felt weird. There was something deep on his core that was off in a way, he couldn't understand very well. He didn't pay much attention to it, he didn't speak about it. It was as if something was missing, as if he needed to be fulfilled. It was building up for over a week now, and it caused small changes on him. Kellin noticed how he got even more clingy but said nothing about it.

Kellin groaned loudly. Alan perked up, raising his head from the arm of the couch and staring up at Kellin, his big curious eyes on him.

"What is it?" Alan hummed, staring at Kellin that deadpanned at his phone's screen. Kellin huffed.

"My parents decided to invite themselves to my home, they're coming here in a few hours for lunch," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. It's not that he had a bad relationship with his parents, no, he loved them, they just judged and overthought his life too much. Kellin despised how they still thought they had a said on his every move even though he was twenty-five already. Alan frowned.

"Oh," he mumbled, shifting so he faced up instead of the television. Kellin rested his hand on Alan's thigh, feeling Alan's bottom push up against him. He ignored it, thinking about his parents so nothing went wrong; no, up would give a better phrasing. "And what are we eating, then?" He questioned, scratching his nose. Kellin shrugged.

"Take out? I really wasn't planning on doing shit today," Kellin spoke, putting his phone down and began watching the episode on, fiddling with Alan's small hairs on his leg. Alan hummed and focused back on the screen, ignoring the weird feeling he got on his stomach over the simple sight of Kellin being illuminated by the sunlight, gentle sunshine stripes carefully covering the side of his face, giving him a stunning glow. They said nothing more, they simply relaxed, Alan's body draped across Kellin's lap as usual.

But there was something still bothering Alan deeply, something he couldn't pinpoint. It reminded him a bit of the weird feeling he got deep on his guts when Kellin flusteredly showed him a weird site after explaining that he hadn't exactly peed on his face. The site had a list of videos and a bunch of naked people touching each other with all their body parts. It weirded the shit out of Alan, that soon understood that that was reproduction but with no real reproduction. It was weird as fuck. But it didn't stop Alan from finding it... Interesting, on his own way. Anyways.

Kellin hurried around the house, throwing all the clothes on the floor into his room and fixing all the shit on that house, making sure it was all tidy up. Alan watched from the couch, his brain not being able to take Kellin's release from his mind. Alan ignored it once again, along with the needy feeling on his core that ached for having Kellin's undivided attention. After the take out was placed on the table, Kellin put on clean clothes, making Alan do the same. Alan despised clothes. They were too constricting. Especially pants, he hated them. "Fuck pants," he had grumbled under his breath when Kellin first forced him to wear them. Kellin had snickered and nodded a bit.

The doorbell rang. Kellin froze and sighed, closing his eyes for a second and swallowing putting a polite face. He opened the door and was met with his mom and her husband behind her. Kellin smiled.