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Symbiote Boyfriend: Spite 6 (special preview)
🕑 Added 2020-06-22 21:01:00 +0000 UTCFor the last couple of weeks, Eli has been away on a mission for the school. The apartment has been pretty bare and lonely, even with Spite around, I’ve missed having Eli to talk to. I didn’t realize how much I would miss him when he was gone, I mean, I knew I would, but this felt different than what I expected.
Eli and I had become close, even if we had a rocky start when I moved in. Back then, I was still getting used to Spite and Eli was still quite new to the world. He had never had a roommate before. Eli had been rescued from a lab as part of Project Chimera by Dr. Hargreaves and his associates. Eli was the most successful of the project, intended to become a specialized weapon against Hephaestus and the entire academy. Although, it was later learned that Eli was quite docile but highly intelligent, so Eli played along as a vicious hunter just to survive in the lab.
Another thing about Eli that I could relate to was that he had a heightened libido, something he struggled with regularly. Thanks to Spite I had a rather strong one myself, so Eli and I were able to bond a little bit over that. We got closer as time went on, and now, I would consider him my best friend.
“Is someone feeling sentimental this morning?” Spite whispers.
I sigh and roll over in bed as Spite spreads out across my back and shoulders. I’ve been taking some training courses at the school, and weightlifting yesterday has made me sore all over, so Spite has been massaging me.
“Maybe a little,” I pout.
Spite chuckles, expanding himself to take hold of my hand. He then presses out palm against my chest. “You’ve been awfully pitiful since the pretty boy left.” His tongue flickers at the back of my ear. “It’s almost cute.”
I turn, looking at Spite as his head hovers over me. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“I know all your secrets, Maxy.” Spite lowers down, licking his long tongue across my lips while he continues to spread himself like melting butter over my whole body. “But you can still share.”
“Eli is my first, like, real friend outside of Jack,” I confess. Spite is taking his time as he becomes my skin. “I mean, I’ve had friends but this is...different. You know?”
“You know I don’t have any friends,” Spite titters jokingly.
I smile and relax, feeling Spite come up to my neck. “He’s my best friend, and it feels empty without him here.” We take in a breath as Spite fits over me. Our hands stroke down our body and Spite gives me an extra squeeze around the chest.
Spite moans as our fingers coil around the base of our cock. “I’ll admit, I have a fondness for the pretty boy too. I also don’t like seeing you so mopey.”
I grunt as Spite’s tendrils make a swirl around our cock. We pump slowly, taking our luxurious time for once. “I’ve been trying to learn to cook, but his cooking is still the best.”
“I like his coffee,” Spite giggles. “He knows just how to make it for me.”
The door slams and we sit up in a hurry. “Eli?” I call out. There’s no answer. I quickly throw on a pair of shorts as Spite turns into a hoodie. I go out into the living area where I see Eli slouched down on the sofa. His bag is tossed to the side and his shoes have been kicked off as he walked.
“Hey! I didn’t know you’d be home today!” I say excitedly. “How was the mission, are you-” I stop cold in my tracks when I see Eli is bent over and crying. He’s sobbing into his hands, balled up in such a way he seems so small.
I slowly sit down beside him and place my hand on his back. “Are you okay?” I ask gently.
Eli sniffles and blubbers for a minute. He shakes his head then quickly turns and wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my shoulder. I hold him back, rubbing my arms up and down his back gently.
“It’s okay,” I whisper to him. “Take your time.”
“What’s the matter pretty boy?” Spite titters. He licks Eli’s cheek where the tears fall. “Did you lose your eyelash curler.”
