Emery [bxb]

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"Okay." I laugh breathily. I don't look a gift horse in the mouth if it wants to suck me off. "Fuck those bitches, then. Who needs 'em?"

Emery shuffles his feet, wringing his hands.

"So you're..?" He trails off.

"Of course I'm clean! Do you think I'd fuck some dumb bimbo bitch diseased whore without a condom?!"

Emery just blinks.

"U-um, no, of course not... But, um, I still want you to get tested..."

"Okay, sure. What about you?"

"You don't have to worry about me." His face flames.

"Good," I beam, smirking. We've been attached at the hip since forever; I would know if he were up to some funny business. Just checking.

I ruffle his curls affectionately, feeling more territorial than usual.

"Alright. I'll prove I'm clean and then you suck my dick whenever I want."

"Okay and, uh...no butt stuff. I'm not into that. I mean, I'm not into this either, but-"

"I know, I know, you're not gay. Deal?"

"Deal."