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Sydney grinned to herself as she looked through the pages of censored yaoi that Kylar snuck into the library. This was surely a sin that she would have to repent for later, but hugging Kylar closely as the two of them stare at the sexually explicit art together was worth burning in hell a little bit.
“Look at how he’s- ah…” Kylar peeped out, hiding her face in her hoodie as the two looked at the yaoi. She was so embarrassed to be looking at this stuff with Sydney right beside her, no matter how much they did this.
Every day after class, Kylar would meet Sydney in a secluded spot in the library and read yaoi until it was time to come home. Sometimes yuri too! It was one of the few things Kylar looked forward to. Who knew that the only thing to reconnect with your childhood best friend was looking at manga of boys crying and being taken from behind?
Sydney stared at a scene where a taller man gripped a smaller man’s hair, fucking him from behind as he leaned over a desk.
“This is so sinful… I love it…” Sydney stared in awe. She had this reaction every single time.
“How do you think that they…” Kylar trailed off, avoiding looking at Sydney or the yaoi on the floor.
Sydney swept Kylar’s hair out of her face. “How do they what?”
“H-How they decide who should be the dominant one in the relationship… Like how would you know?” She mumbled. “I don’t think I’ve ever imagined myself in that sort of situation… If they’re both boys then…” She shook her head.
Sydney thought for a moment.
“Well… Maybe it’s something that comes naturally to boys? They can just… know?”
Kylar frowned.
“Or… Oh! I forgot- I was reading some of the old biology books that dad used to use in his class. Apparently for some mammals, they decide the dominant partner by doing dominant actions. Maybe that’s what they do in the yaoi?”
“...Does that only work for boys?” Kylar asked, holding onto Sydney.
“Ummm…” She didn’t know how to respond. “I… I don’t know. I mean, usually girls are the submissive ones-”
“W-What if you’re a girl who wants to be a boy s-so they can be in a yaoi relationship?”
…
Sydney stared at Kylar, who quickly hid her face in Sydney’s shirt.
“...I kinda want… The same thing... I-I know that Sister Jordan used to be a boy when she was a kid but I never asked how that went… How can you tell if you’re really a boy?”
“Do you think… Do you think if we try the dominance thing and we like it then we can both be boys?” Kylar blushed.
Sydney thought for a second. Could that work…? One of them would have to be the more dominant or submissive one of the two to even work, but that’s how it’s like in their yaoi…
“We can try, I suppose. N-Not here though…” Sydney blushed. She didn’t want to be seen talking about such sinful things where she was sure her god was watching.
Sydney grabbed Kylar and tugged at her hand to lead her to the changing room behind the rental counter.
She closed the door behind them, locking it.
Kylar’s eyes widened at the implication. “W-What are we doing?”
Sydney shook her head. “We’re supposed to be doing those dominance behaviors that male animals display, right? I-It’ll look off, but… I really wanna live as a boy too, Kylar…” She sighed.
“So how do we do it?”
Sydney got onto the floor of the changing room on all fours.
“A-All you gotta do is try and grab and, um, press y-your crotch to my backside and make me lay still with your strength… T-There’s nothing sexual going on- I have my chastity belt…” She tried to convince herself that her belt would protect her thinly veiled purity from Kylar’s hungry gaze.
“O-Oh… I c-can try…” Kylar’s eyes were wide with shock as she slowly got in position behind Sydney.
She tried to press her crotch against Sydney’s ass, leaning over to breathe down her throat. She felt…
Kylar was suddenly thrown backwards when Sydney struggled herself free, suddenly being pinned under the taller girl, her holy pendant swinging wildly as she staddled Kylar’s hips.
“N-No, I can’t be the submissive one…” She panted, suddenly out of breath as she pressed herself against Kylar’s clothed crotch.
“S-Sydney, you’re…” Kylar stifled a moan, suddenly feeling so awkward.
Did other girl best friends do this, or were they just freaks?
Kylar resisted the urge to buck her hips to meet Sydney’s. Everything felt so good so suddenly.
“Please, please, please, Sydney, please…” She was nearly crying.
Sydney grabbed Kylar’s hips as she leaned in to tease Kylar’s neck with her teeth. “Are you giving up?” She teased, biting down.
“S-Syd-ney! Ngh!” Kylar thrashed underneath her, gripping onto her cardigan tightly as she wrapped her legs instinctively around Sydney’s.
“H-aah… Guess I s-secured my spot as the dominant one…” Sydney praised herself, not aware of her own desire as she reached down to place her hand where their hips met to add extra friction.
Kylar looked up at Sydney as if watching all of her purity and girlness fade away, replaced by nothing but desire. She couldn’t help but squirm and cry under her, overwhelmed by the feelings. “It feels so good- D-Don’t stop, please…”
Sydney bucked her hips faster and faster.
“D-Do you feel it, Kylar? T-The changes, we’re becoming b-boys- Mnnngh!” She slammed her hips forward, thighs twitching as Kylar realized that the girl she was gripping onto, her dearest friend, was cumming on top of her. Kylar’s eyes shut tightly as she felt the same sensations ripple through her. The two exchanged little moans and gasps as they held each other so tightly.
Sydney rolled off of Kylar after a few more moments, laying on her side and holding Kylar’s hand.
The two were breathless, but Kylar was the first to speak.
“I-I guess this means I’m your uke…” He smiled.
“Y-Yeah…” Sydney adjusted his glasses. “I… I love you Kylar, just the same as I did before, just as boys together…”
Kylar planted a kiss on Sydney’s cheek. “Y-You should get that belt removed… And next time no clothes…”
Sydney blushed, and nodded.
“Next time.”