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The ghastly, pale boy continued leaning in, cradling the lively boys head in his hair. The long fingers mussed up Kosmas hair, tangling it. His 'breath' was warm, Kosma able to feel it on his mouth.
"Can we? Are we not the same being… with the same desires?"
Kosma paused, his face flushed. He was absolutely stunned, his mind racing. A ghost he suddenly started seeing, and now it seriously wanted to kiss him? A likely hallucination?
Was he sure it was something real?
Kosma finally decided, would he feel the kiss if the ghost wasn't there? Would it fade through him?
"...Yes."
Kosma finally replied, keeping his eyes open even as the ghost fully bent itself to lean forward, and he felt it. He felt the ghosts lips on his, confirming it wasn't just some really, really weird collective hallucination that he and Griseo were having.
Kosma started to turn even pinker as the ghost kept the kiss going, not quite pulling back. Kosma didn't know what to do in this situation, closing his eyes, his hands twitching. Eventually opening his eyes, he maneuvered his hands to touch the ghosts wing, a slightly spiky wing. No feathers, just a membrane-y texture.
A few moments later, the ghost finally pulled away from the kiss, looking down at Kosma. You couldn't see any flush on the ghost at all, but the facial expression he made looked dazed. The ghost moved his hand from behind Kosmas head to his chest, pressing his palm there.
"You… have a chance at life. A chance to be a……"
The ghost paused, pulling his hand back from the other version of himself.
"To be a…. what?"
Kosma asked, wondering what the ghost meant and why he ended up cutting his own sentence off like that. He moved his hand to the ghosts chest, pressing his palm into the same place the ghost was currently touching him.
"....Hero."
The ghost finally answered, his hand trailing down to Kosmas stomach. He slowly brought his hand lower to kosmas hoodie, lifting it up. He saw the boys midriff and chest, and he leaned downwards once more.
He licked from the middle of Kosmas chest down to where his happy trail was. He sat back up, leaning back.
"Can…. Can I? I used to… for K–v-n…"
The ghost said, the last word fractured. His hand was resting on the button of the jeans Kosma was wearing, and he was looking down at the boy with a fond expression.
Kosma was still laid back against his pillows, debating everything in his life at the moment. But the ghost was starting to make him feel something, something he thought he would never feel with how anti-social he was.
Should he let him? He wanted to, he really did. If it was real… Then it was technically just.. himself doing it. Just another version of himself. He made his decision.
"Y-yes. I want to."
Kosma said, sitting up a little himself, wanting to actually look at the ghost.
The ghost started to unbutton Kosmas jeans, pulling them down to his knees, and pulling his underwear down with it. He leaned back down, his hand stroking down Kosmas stomach again, before this time, resting his hand in the dark, coarse hair of his crotch.
The ghost used his unoccupied hand to stroke Kosmas thigh up and down, eventually moving to his inner thigh. The hand in the hair moved up, his fingers starting to stroke the base of Kosmas dick. He watched as it slowly started to spring up, and how his blush deepened even more, watching where his eyes went. They kept on darting around, looking anywhere but the ghost and his hands. The walls, the window, the ceiling, the desk, his pile of unread books.
The ghost started to lower his head down, his hand still stroking Kosmas thigh and dick. He slowly stuck his tongue out, licking the tip of it. He kept on giving those slow licks as he looked up at Kosma, watching him intently.
"......"
".......Ee……"
Kosma whimpered,, still looking anywhere but the ghost, but he could feel exactly what the ghost was doing, and he gasped when the ghost put his dick tip in its mouth.
He finally looked downwards at the ghost, watching as he licked kosma. Kosma slowly moved his hand into the ghosts hair, curling his hand in it like the ghost had done to him during the kiss.
The ghost slowly went deeper on Kosma, it hitting the ghosts throat. He moved his hands from Kosmas crotch and thigh respectively, to grab onto his waist with a tight grip.
The ghost was bobbing its head up and down now, licking as he went. Kosma was flushed with his eyes shut tightly, his legs going numb from holding them in that position for a while. The ghost picked up the pace, holding onto Kosmas waist even tighter than before.
Kosma kept on letting out little whimpers, periodically. He was about to cum, and embarrassingly quick in his own perception.
After a little while, it got to be too much for Kosma, and he ended up cumming down the ghosts throat.
The ghost slowly sat up, swallowing the cum. It let go of Kosmas waist, and instead moved its hands all the way up to Kosmas shoulders. It looked down at the flushed person in front of itself, and stared at him.
"...Good."
The ghost said, his expression once again, unreadable.
Kosma was still breathing heavily, his head throbbing after that. He finally set his legs down, taking his hand out of the ghosts hair.
"..........."
"......K—---n enjoyed when i did that."
The ghost said, but who was he talking about? Kosma could hear the ghost, but couldnt catch what he was saying at all.
"Who….?"
"......Kevin."
The ghost said, the words finally clear now.
But then, he knew somebody named Kevin, too.
"......"
"White hair… blue eyes."
Kosma recognized that description, as it was somebody he had met through Ato before, a person who came over often.
"That… Kevin?"
Kosma said back, stunned. What kind of situation was he in for a ghost… a ghost who he randomly started seeing just like how Griseo did, knew people in his life?
"Oh.. Wow."
Kosma said, really not knowing what else to say in a situation as awkward as this.
The ghost moved up farther on Kosma, once again straddling his hips.
"You….. I want you."
The ghost said, his voice fractured but still soft, mirroring Kosmas. He started to take his own eccentric, strange looking clothes off, before he was naked on Kosmas lap.
He laid there for a minute, before floating off of Kosma and phasing somewhere unknown in the house, or anywhere honestly. He came back with basic lubricant from… someplace in the house.
The ghost handed Kosma the bottle.
"Fingers. Like how Kevin used to."
".........."
Kosma, hesitant at first, just stared up at the ghost. A few seconds later, he began to open up the bottle, turning it upside down and letting the strange texture flow onto his fingers and palm.
"....N-now what?"
Kosma watched as the ghost grabbed his wrist, and guided his hand to his own crotch.
The ghost slowly guided Kosmas hand to his hole, letting 1 finger slowly slide in. It grabbed Kosmas other hand, bringing it to his own cock to stroke it.
It slowly went up and down on Kosmas finger, before having Kosma put another one in, and stroke him faster.
Kosma let the ghost guide him, trusting its judgement. He stared up at the ghost once again, before laying back down against the pillows, his hand tightening in his comforter as the ghost moved up and down on his 2 fingers, middle and ring finger.
The ghost suddenly stopped after a few minutes, slowly pulling Kosmas lubricant covered fingers out of himself, before fully sitting down on Kosmas naked lap.
".........Can we join?"
The ghost asked in that same, mirrored tone it always had.
Kosma had expected, but also not expected the ghost to ask that after the fingers. He was still very surprised, and his eyes opened wide, fully exposing the whites and veins.
".........."
Kosma nodded, grabbing the lubricant off the nightstand where he had put it aside just a few minutes earlier.
He slowly sat up once more, bringing the bottle of lubricant to his lap. He opened it again, squeezing some onto his cock, and rubbing it on.
The ghost slowly lowered himself onto Kosma, watching as he whimpered.
When the ghost was finally all the way down, it started out with a slow, gentle pace on top of Kosma. The ghost brought its own hands to paw at Kosma, gripping his thighs, waist, hips, switching sporadically as the pace would slowly increase.
The ghosts wings twitched against the sheets, making a small flapping noise as its facial expression warped a bit.
Kosma was gripping at the ghost now, his hand on the ghosts shoulder, other hand on its thigh. Kosma slowly stroked its thigh with the pace it was going on him.
Kosma was still whimpering, his legs tensing up at times or his eyes shutting tightly suddenly.
As the ghost was riding Kosma, it brought Kosma up by his hair, kissing him messily.
The ghost slid its tongue past Kosmas mouth, mixing the saliva of the same person. The ghosts tongue slid across Kosmas own tongue.
Kosmas eyes once again opened wide, and he gripped the Ghosts side, allowing it.
Kosma was blushing once again, his face and ears a cute rosy shade as he was getting closer to his own climax, again. He could feel it, and so could the ghost.
The ghost pulled back from Kosmas mouth with a string of saliva, focusing fully on riding him now.
The pace got faster as they both got closer to cumming, with the ghost coming down one last time as Kosma came inside.
"....Mmhf!"
Kosma came, his voice muffled as he pulled up the comforter to hide his face, embarrassed about his own blushing. He felt it as he came inside the ghost, a strange, foreign sensation to him, yet warm and comforting.
The ghost slowly stopped the movements, leaning down to give Kosma a kiss once again.
"Thank you."
The ghost said, a fond expression on its face, before phasing out again.
"W-wait, don't go yet..!" Kosma exclaimed, sighing as the ghost faded out like usual. But he would probably see the ghost again very soon.
And the ghost would play these 'tricks' on him again.