First time with a friend

Punk snowman x bubbly golden retriever energy

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, softer than usual—Khaos had made sure to lock it this time. The house was quiet downstairs; the others had drifted off to their own corners after the card game fizzled into lazy cuddles and half-hearted teasing. No one had pushed Sunny. No one had even asked.

Sunny bounced once on the edge of the bed, sneakers still on, hoodie sleeves flapping.

“So… is this the part where we play another game?” he asked, grinning wide enough to show the tiny gap between his front teeth. “Or do we just… talk? I’m really good at talking. Like, championship level.”

Khaos snorted, shrugging out of his leather jacket and tossing it over the chair. He dropped down beside Sunny—close enough that their thighs touched, but not crowding. “We can do whatever you want, sunshine. No pressure. Door’s locked, but it opens both ways.”

Sunny tilted his head, smile never faltering. “I know. That’s why I came up here with you. You’re the only one who doesn’t make me feel like I’m supposed to know the rules already.” He kicked his sneakers off one by one—clunk, clunk—then tucked his legs under him like they were about to watch cartoons. “I like you best. You’ve always been nice. Even when you were stealing my lunch money in year nine and then giving it back because I cried.”

Khaos laughed—low, rough, genuine. “I was a little shit.”

“You were funny,” Sunny corrected brightly. “Still are.”

Khaos leaned in slow—giving him every second to pull back—and brushed a thumb over Sunny’s cheek. Sunny didn’t flinch. He just leaned into it, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Can I kiss you?” Khaos asked quietly. “For real this time. Not a cheek peck.”

Sunny’s smile went wobbly for half a second—nerves flickering behind the brightness—then he nodded fast. “Yeah. Yeah, please.”

Khaos cupped the back of Sunny’s neck—gentle, steady—and closed the distance.

The first press of lips was careful. Sunny made a tiny, surprised “mmph!” against Khaos’s mouth, then giggled—right into the kiss. The sound vibrated between them; Khaos felt Sunny’s smile against his lips and couldn’t help grinning back.

Sunny pulled away just enough to whisper, “That tickles! Your lip ring is cold!”

“Want me to take it out?”

“No!” Sunny laughed again—bright, bubbly, a little breathless. “It’s nice. Like… kissing a punk snowman.”

Khaos groaned dramatically. “You’re ruining my street cred.”

Sunny giggled harder—then leaned in again, bolder this time. He kissed like he did everything else: enthusiastic, a little clumsy, all eager little presses and happy hums. His hands fluttered—landing on Khaos’s shoulders, then sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over stubble like he was discovering something wonderful.

Khaos let him lead for a minute—slow, exploratory kisses that tasted like rainbow-sprinkle cookies and innocence. Then he tilted Sunny’s head, deepened it—tongue brushing Sunny’s lower lip, asking. Sunny opened immediately—soft gasp turning into another laugh when their tongues touched.

“Sorry—sorry—I just—your tongue is pierced too?!”

Khaos pulled back, smirking. “Yeah. Problem?”

Sunny shook his head so fast his fluffy hair flopped into his eyes. “No! It’s awesome! It feels… tingly. Like Pop Rocks but better.”

Khaos laughed—real, surprised—and tugged Sunny closer until the smaller boy was half in his lap, straddling one thigh. Sunny went willingly—arms looping around Khaos’s neck, still giggling between kisses.

They stayed like that for a while—lazy, laughing makeouts that never felt rushed. Khaos’s hands slid under the cat hoodie—slow, careful—palms flat against Sunny’s warm back. Sunny shivered once, then arched into it with a happy little “ooh!”

“Ticklish?” Khaos murmured against his mouth.

“A little! But good ticklish. Keep going?”

Khaos obliged—fingers tracing slow circles up Sunny’s spine, then down again. Sunny kept laughing—soft, bubbly giggles that turned into breathy sighs when Khaos kissed along his jaw, then down the side of his neck.

Sunny’s hips rocked once—instinctive, shy—grinding down against Khaos’s thigh. He froze. “Oh—um—was that okay? I didn’t mean to—”

Khaos caught his chin—gentle thumb under it—and kissed him quiet. “More than okay. Do what feels good.”

Sunny bit his lip—smile still there, just smaller, shyer—then rocked again. Slower. Deliberate. A soft “ohhh” slipped out; he laughed at himself immediately after. “I sound ridiculous.”

“You sound perfect,” Khaos said—voice rougher now—and pulled Sunny’s hoodie up and off in one smooth motion.

Sunny yelped—then laughed again when his hair static-charged into a fluffy halo. “I look like a dandelion!”

Khaos grinned—sharp, fond—and tugged him back down. Skin to skin now—Sunny’s chest warm against Khaos’s shirt, small nipples already peaked from the cool air and nerves. Khaos’s hands roamed—slow, reverent—mapping ribs, spine, the soft dip of waist. Sunny kept giggling every time fingers brushed a sensitive spot, then sighing when Khaos kissed it better.

When Khaos finally palmed Sunny through his jeans—gentle, just holding—Sunny’s whole body jerked.

“Oh—wow—that’s—hi—” He laughed again—breathless, delighted. “That feels so much better when it’s someone else.”

Khaos chuckled against his throat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sunny rocked into the touch—small, experimental rolls—then buried his face in Khaos’s neck. “Can we… keep going? But slow? I don’t—I don’t know what I’m doing but I really like this.”

Khaos kissed his temple. “Slow as you want, sunshine. All night if you want.”

Sunny lifted his head—eyes shining, cheeks flushed, smile brighter than ever.

“Okay,” he whispered. “But you have to keep kissing me. Deal?”

Khaos sealed it with another slow, laughing kiss—tongue piercing brushing Sunny’s, making him giggle into it again.

They stayed like that for a while, clothes slowly coming off between giggles and soft gasps, hands exploring with no hurry, Sunny’s bubbly laughter threading through every touch like sunlight through leaves.

A few hours later, the room was warm, lit only by the soft orange glow from the bedside lamp and the faint moonlight slipping through the half-drawn curtains. Sunny’s giggles still bubbled up every few seconds—light, infectious, turning even the quietest touches into something playful.

Khaos had Sunny on his back now, hoodie long gone, cat-print pyjama bottoms shoved down to his ankles. Sunny’s bare chest rose and fell quickly, skin flushed from collarbones to navel. His arms were flung wide on the pillow, fingers clutching the sheets like he needed something to hold onto while he laughed through every new sensation.

Khaos hovered above him—shirtless, jeans still on but unbuttoned, the silver chain around his neck dangling between them. He kissed Sunny’s throat—slow, open-mouthed—then dragged his pierced tongue along the line of his collarbone. Sunny arched with a bright, startled yelp.

“That—haha—that feels so weird-good!” Sunny gasped, then immediately dissolved into giggles again when Khaos blew a raspberry against the sensitive skin just below his ribs. “Nooo! Stop—don’t stop—wait, both!”

Khaos grinned against his stomach—sharp, fond—and nipped lightly at the soft skin there. Sunny squeaked, legs kicking once before wrapping loosely around Khaos’s waist like he couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or squirm away.

“You’re so fucking loud,” Khaos murmured, voice rough but amused. He slid lower—kissing a trail down Sunny’s sternum, then lower still—until his mouth hovered over the flushed head of Sunny’s cock.

Sunny’s laughter cut off into a sharp inhale. “Oh—oh wow—wait, are you gonna—?”

Khaos looked up through his lashes—eyes dark, playful. “Only if you want me to, sunshine.”

Sunny bit his lip—smile still there, just shyer now—and nodded so fast his fluffy hair flopped into his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah please. I’ve… I’ve thought about it. A lot. Like… a ridiculous amount.”

Khaos chuckled—low, warm—and wrapped one hand around the base of Sunny’s length, steadying it. Sunny whimpered—already leaking, already so sensitive—and his hips jerked up before he could stop them.

“Sorry—sorry—I’m just—everything feels so much—”

“Shh.” Khaos kissed the tip—soft, almost chaste—then took him into his mouth in one slow, smooth glide.

Sunny’s entire body locked up. A loud, bright “Ohhhmygod—” burst out of him, half-laugh, half-moan. His hands flew to Khaos’s hair—fingers tangling in the dark strands—not pulling, just holding on like he might float away otherwise.

Khaos hummed around him—vibrations rippling straight through—and Sunny’s laughter cracked into a high, trembling whine.

“That’s—that’s your tongue piercing again—haha—oh wow—it’s like—tingly and hot and—Khaos—”

Khaos pulled back just enough to speak—lips brushing the slick head. “You’re babbling, sunshine.”

“I know! I can’t stop! It feels too good—don’t laugh at me—”

“I’m not laughing.” Khaos kissed the inside of Sunny’s thigh—soft, reassuring—then took him deep again. Slow. Thorough. Tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, piercing catching just right on the sensitive underside.

Sunny’s giggles turned into breathless, hiccuping sounds—half-laughs, half-sobs of pleasure. His legs trembled; his toes curled against Khaos’s back. Every time Khaos swallowed around him, Sunny made another bright, overwhelmed noise—loud enough that if anyone was in the hallway they’d definitely hear.

“I’m—I’m gonna—Khaos—oh no—oh yes—wait—”

Khaos didn’t pull off. He just sucked harder—hollowing his cheeks, hand stroking what his mouth couldn’t reach—and Sunny came with a loud, joyful cry that cracked into laughter at the end.

His whole body shook—hips bucking once, twice—spilling hot and thick down Khaos’s throat. Khaos swallowed every drop—slow, deliberate—milking him gently through the aftershocks until Sunny was twitching, oversensitive, giggling helplessly.

When Khaos finally pulled off—lips shiny, smirk in place—Sunny immediately grabbed his face with both hands and yanked him up for a messy, laughing kiss.

“You—haha—you swallowed! That’s so—wow—I didn’t know people actually did that!”

Khaos laughed against his mouth—real, surprised. “Yeah. People do that.”

Sunny kissed him again—silly, smacking kisses all over his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. “You’re the best. Like, the actual best. I can’t believe I waited this long to kiss you properly.”

Khaos rolled them so Sunny was sprawled on top—small, warm, still giggling into his neck.

“You’re ridiculous,” Khaos muttered, but his arms wrapped tight around Sunny’s waist, holding him close.

Sunny nuzzled under Khaos’s jaw—still smiling so wide it hurt. “Yeah. But you like ridiculous.”

Khaos kissed the top of his head—soft, lingering.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”

Sunny sighed—happy, content—and snuggled deeper into Khaos’s chest.

“Can we do that again later?” he whispered. “But maybe with more laughing? I like laughing with you.”

Khaos’s hand slid up Sunny’s back—slow, soothing circles.

“Whenever you want, sunshine. All the laughing you can handle.”

Sunny giggled one more time—soft, sleepy—and pressed a final kiss to the corner of Khaos’s mouth.

“Deal.”

The room stayed quiet after that—only the sound of their breathing, the faint crackle of the fire downstairs, and the occasional happy little hum from Sunny as he drifted toward sleep still wrapped around his oldest friend.