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“You don’t have to help me.”

“But I want to!”

“Why?”

“Because we’re friends!”

The breeze was extra chilly that afternoon, ruffling the delicate leaves of the sprouting grotatoes.

In the midst of YoyleCity lay a quaint garden, its structure small and clumsy. The limited sunrays of the city were blocked by thousands of towering buildings, which would hinder the growth of any normal seedlings.

“I’m not your friend.” Fries tended to the tiny garden of shriveled saplings, using a hoe to scrape a fresh patch from compacted soil as Pin observed from the outskirts of the dying garden. The grotato saplings were specifically designed to grow with slightly less sun, yet they appeared much too brittle to be growing properly despite their revolutionary design

Pin spoke with an enthusiastic tone which strained as it came out, “These plants don’t look too good. I can help you!” –but if it meant she could redeem herself and become friends with Fries, she’d persevere through it.

Was this how friends were made?

Pin knelt down to touch soil surrounding a dead sapling. “This soil’s really damp. How much have you been watering them?”

“I don’t know, 5 times a day?” Fries paused his raking, an unamused expression on his face as he stared at her, “Can you leave now?”

“That many times?? That’s probably why these aren’t growing properly,” She touched a dead leaf from one of the saplings. “Plants that don’t need much sun tend to require less water. I can prune and water these for you!”

Fries continued to stare, expression unreadable.

The desperation in her voice, which felt unusual on her tongue, made her feel small, “Please?”

The muscles in Fries’ face relaxed. A defeated sigh escaped him as he pointed to a tiny, shabby shed towards the back of the garden, “just promise not to bother me.”

And so, Pin got used to spending her mornings and afternoons tending to the garden as she fell into a comfortable routine alongside Fries, who, begrudgingly, accepted her into his day-to-day schedule. She’d routinely check on the grotatoes, watering them and dusting them when necessary. With her expertise on plants far exceeding Fries’ knowledge, the garden quickly came alive, saplings now a vibrant green.

What she couldn’t get used to, however, was the ever-prominent chill of the city.

With the mass of buildings providing little room for sun to permeate, Pin found herself shivering quite often in the mornings while tending the garden. No matter; not only did gardening give her a sense of normalcy in this eerie, abandoned city, it provided an opportunity to make a new friend, which she couldn’t possibly bear to pass up.

Their gardening routine was simple: Pin would arrive at the garden in the early morning, check on the saplings, prune any diseased leaves, water the plants, and mound soil around the lower stems of the plants. Fries would arrive just before noon, and it wasn’t unusual for him to find Pin loosening up soil that he failed to loosen the day prior. In fact, it wasn’t unusual for him to find Pin finished every task for the day, his own tasks included.

“Remeber to rest,” Fries reminded her when he walked into the garden and found her raking through the soil, which was Fries’ main and only task for that day. But Pin cocked a brow in response; Didn’t his life literally depend on these plants? She’d ignore the reminder and continued to work hard, even through the ache and tingle of her new limbs.

Maybe he was testing her to see if she’d slack off? And maybe, if she passed this test, she could finally prove herself and make a new friend…

One awfully cold morning, Pin helped Fries loosen up a particularly tough patch of soil. Even with her strength, she struggled to break up the stubborn dirt, evident by the small droplets of ooze that rolled down her exterior and plopped onto the soil as she raked through the patch. Her breathing became heavy. She struggled to rake, her new arms shaking and their usual tingling sensation intensifying to the point her arms and the feeling of the hoe felt numb against her touch.

Fries watched from a distance, eyebrows furrowing.

The sun was now far above the shoreline, the pale yellow sky of morning fading into the marigold of noon. “Alright, that should be done,” Pin stood up straight, stretching. Her muscles have been terribly heavy as of late. She wiped droplets of ooze away, almost dropping the hoe as she handed it to Fries with a shaky hand.

Fries’ face was uncharacteristically gentle when he asked, “Are you ok?” with eyes full of…genuine concern? Was she seeing things? Her mind has been a bit hazy since she woke up that morning.

Her voice cracked as she spoke, “Um, yes? Why do you ask?” and when the words came out, they grated against her throat like sandpaper.

Ooze kept gliding down and Pin was confused why she was still sweating.

Has she gotten weaker?

Fries didn’t question it further, using the hoe to create shallow trenches in the now-softened soil. “Thanks for your help. You should take a break, Pin.”

“But I haven’t mounded the soil yet-”

“I’ll do it. Now don’t bother me.” Fries kept his eyes down while he continued to rake trenches through the patch, and Pin, with no other option and no tasks left to complete, walked home, legs shaking with each step she took.

The next morning was calm. The usually icy-breezes of YoyleCity were absent, which allowed the minimal sunrays to warm the city up. And although she’d been wishing for a morning like this, Pin couldn’t appreciate the good weather, chills forming around her body as she shivered and walked to the garden with heavy feet.

Per routine, she got to the garden and checked on a patch of plants which were no longer saplings by this point and now fully formed, bright, golden grotatoes almost ready to harvest. And while it was initially Fries’ idea and garden, it was her own contributions that resulted in such beautiful plants.

Smiling, she ignored the icy chills that kept her body shivering.

Something felt…off.

Whatever.

Pin knelt down to take a closer look at the vegetables, yet she struggled to retain her balance. Her legs shook as if they were jelly; they gave up under her weight, and she fell, plopping onto the soil in a sitting position, the ache in her new legs quieting as they rested against the dirt.

Weird.

Well, this position would do.

She extended a hand, caressing the rough skin of a golden grotato like it was precious to her. And maybe it was. Maybe this meant something more than just a measly potato–sorry, grotato.

Maybe this meant she passed Fries’ test and finally, finally–

“Hey,” Fries entered the garden, greeting her despite never doing so. “Why are you sitting on the ground?”

“I-Im,” Pin spoke, the roughness in her throat apparent through her speech, “-Admiring.” She tried to speak further, but a thick fog in her head made it difficult to formulate any words.

“You’re shaking,” Fries simply remarked.

“It’s cold,” She barely managed to muster as her voice cracked like glass.

“Pin, it’s pretty warm this morning. Not as cold as it usually is.” Fries peered over her, the sunlight highlighting the tremor running through her shaky body. “Are…you ok?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She opened again, yet only a strangled noise managed to escape her mouth. Her vocal chords didn’t cooperate with her, and instead of a reply, she felt a tingling in her ‘nose’ and--

–“Achoo!”

She covered the sneeze with her elbow leaving a thick layer of mucus, a vibrant green much like her ooze.

Kneeling down onto the soil, Fries was eye-level with Pin as he placed the back of his hand onto her ‘forehead’. It burned unnaturally against his knuckles, her white exterior flushing a shade akin to her old color.

“Pin, you’re sick,” Fries spoke matter-of-factly, “You should go home. I don’t want you sneezing all over the garden.”

Her words caught in her throat. She coughed.

Sighing, Fries stood up, offering a hand to Pin and she he took it meekly, her legs wobbling as she got up. Fries kept his grip firm over her hand, even as he offered, “Here, I’ll help you get back home. This way, right?”

Pin’s hand was cold in his. Fries dragged her along and her legs threatened to buckle under her weight with each agonizing step she took. She kept her gaze down, almost forgetting where they were walking until Fries spoke-

“Should I take you inside?”

They stopped in front of Pin’s home: an abandoned Yoyelan bakery which Pin renovated as her living space.

“I can do it myself. I’m not sick, that’s crazy-“ she cut herself off with a heavy, wet cough and Fries glared, keeping his grip firm on her ooze-covered hand as he opened the door for them both.

“Pin, you can’t even walk without my support. Where do you sleep?”

As they walked in, a gust of the bakery’s cold air hit them. Pin shook as she pointed to an opening near the back of the bakery, Fries leading her while careful to match her slow pace.

The room was rather tiny and mostly bare, save for a nightstand with an oil lamp and a considerably large mattress in the middle towards the wall, decorated with an array of pillows. Fries dragged her to the bed, using one hand to pull back the red blanket that lay on top and placing his other hand on her back for support while she slowly crawled into bed, no longer retaliating on the fact she was most definitely sick.

While her mattress wasn’t the most comfortable– considering she found it in, well, an abandoned city– in that moment it felt as soft as the fluffiest of clouds, hugging her in its warm embrace and causing her eyelids to become heavy.

Fries placed the blanket over her, quieting the chills covering her meek body. “I’ll go get someone to take care of you, so just take it easy.”

If Pin was paying attention, she’d hear a softness in his voice which she would never imagine coming from someone like him. His words didn’t register, her hazy mind drifting in and out of consciousness as the warmth and comfort around her pulled her in, eyelids finally closing in blissful defeat.

Southern Goiky’s plains are warm. Out in the open with a gentle breeze, the sun would always shine generously upon the land.

Pin sat down beside a tree, its leaves providing a cool shade against the light. Besides her, a familiar voice spoke with a bright cadence.

Coiny sat right by Pin’s side, her flared top and base brushing against Coiny’s edge.

The tone of his voice was lively, yet his words muffled as if he was talking underwater and his voice tangled into nonsense, so she opted to shut her eyelids to focus on his energetic voice. She didn't question it.

A gentle breeze blew past them and she opened her eyes to face Coiny, only to find he was staring right at her. Well, it felt like he was staring at her–He blurred with the scenery behind him like watercolor and it was difficult to get a read on his expression.

But she didn’t question it. It was still beautiful because it was him.

A cold hand cupped her own, the touch sending shivers up her arm. The coldness reached her face as Coiny cupped her cheek in his hand, then he leaned in slowly, his blurry face inching closer and closer.

Pin froze when, suddenly, he pressed his lips against hers.

Their kiss was light. sweet. Cold lips lingered on hers and he put a hand on her back to push her into him, deepening their kiss.

Even under the shade and the coldness of Coiny’s copper, Pin’s body heated up quickly under his touch. Not once did they part for breath, deepening their kiss by the second, yet she didn’t question why she didn’t feel the need to breathe– how could she think about anything else but him? Coiny’s tongue licked her bottom lip and she opened her mouth a little too eagerly, letting his tongue enter. Their tongues lapped hungrily. A hand trailed over Pin's body leaving goosebumps whenever it caressed, and Pin shook from the intensity of it all.

Pin was the one to break their kiss. “Coin-y, I want more. P-please,”

The heat on her cheeks and in her core burned.

His hands moved to her waist. “More? I’ll give you more. I’ll give you anything you want,” were the only words Coiny spoke coherently the whole time. And he pulled her back into a kiss.

Tongues danced desperately. Hands trailed down Pin’s waist to her flared base, and Pin pulled away from the kiss to rest her back against the tree, leaving the bottom of her base in full view.

His expression was still a blur, but she could sense the want radiating off him as he got closer. Ooze rolled down her exterior.

“Pin~” he whispered, touching her base. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and her legs shook as he repeated:

“Pin…Pin…

PIN?!”

His expression was still a blurry mess. She blinked at him.

What???

This wasn’t how these dreams usually went…

“Shh! She'll wake up, dingus-”

Another voice, rough and raspy, surrounded Pin and Coiny as if it was coming from each and every direction, making it impossible for her to pinpoint its direction.

She blinked again.

The scenery of Southern Goiky began to fade in and out. Two voices, one she registered as Coiny’s and one she couldn’t quite recognize, became louder as her vision faded in blotchy patches.

“Oh my mint, is she gonna be ok?!”

“Don’t overreact. It’s just a fever.”

The sunny plains of Southern Goiky disappeared as her eyelids fluttered open. Two objects stared down from above her, illuminated by the faint, staggering glow of late-afternoon.

“Great, you woke her up—“

“Pin! You’re awake!!!”

The sights of grassy plains fizzled out and were replaced by Pin’s empty room, dimly lit by the little sunshine permeating through a singular window. In the midst of adjusting between sleep and wakefulness, Pin registered a warm touch grazing her cheek and caught a familiar pair of eyes, softly staring at her.

“Hey Pinster,” Coiny peered over her. His voice was quiet. Gentle. A tone of voice he only used whilst speaking to her, yet it was a wild contrast from the panicked yelling mere seconds ago. “Fries told me you got sick. You feeling ok?” Coiny brushed the palm of his hand against her cheek, the intense heat of her reddened face radiating to his hand and causing him to furrow a brow at just how hot the touch was.

Pin wrapped her fingers around Coiny’s hand, basking in the touch “Yeah,” she whispered, voice scratchy. Her eyes closed again, a wave of comfort and sleepiness washing over her.

There was just something about him. Something about his presence always made her body weightless, like all her tension and worry dissipate at the mere sight of him and any weight pulling her down just lift off, allowing her to float in a warm haze. Maybe it was a little weird to hold your best friend in as high regard as Pin does, but how could she not?

In her lulled state of mind, she spoke, “I was having a good dream…”

“Oh, sorry. I woke you up from it, didn’t I? What was it about?”

“Uhh–” Visions of her dream flashed through her mind, her thoughts and body retaining the sensualness of it all, “-I forgot.”

Coiny’s hand kept its position on her cheek. “Ah, that happens to me too,” he laughed, soft and light and sending tingles throughout Pin’s body, “it’s always the best dreams I forget.”

His laugh rang in her mind and overlapped with the lingering visions of her dream, which began to dissolve into fleeting imagery.

At least her sickness gave her a good excuse on why her face was so hot.

And they simply drank each other in, gazes tangled.

Until–

–“Ok, I’m leaving,” Fries broke the trance between the two other objects.

Was he here this whole time?

“You better take good care of her,” Fries commanded firmly, standing at the doorway of Pin’s room. “GB and TB offered to help if you need it.”

Coiny froze. “What, where are you going?” He let go of Pin’s cheek and turned to Fries with furrowed brows, “You want me to take care of her??”

“Uhhh, who else would?” Fries uttered indifferently. “Aren’t you her best friend?”

“Well yeah, but you can’t seriously trust me with this. I can barely take care of myself for mint’s sake!!”

“Whatever. Bye.”

“Wh- hey!!”

Aannnd he was gone.

Pin took the opportunity to sit up on her bed, resting her back against the pillows, “You don’t need to stay Coiny. I feel fine- really,” The strain in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Pin, I felt your face and it was burning up like crazy. Fries told me you could barely even walk earlier. You definitely need a caretaker,” Coiny released a sigh that faded into a chuckle, “I guess that’s my job now.”

“Oh…Sorry, I don’t mean to burden you.”

“Wh- no- I didn’t mean to come across like that!” Coiny waved his hands around frantically, “I just mean that I don’t trust myself to take care of you. I’ll try my best, but I have no idea how to go about this…uhhh—” He looked around the room frantically like the answers he was seeking were drifting through the chilly air, “—You need medicine, right?”

“That’s a good start.” The delicate smile on Pin’s face gave Coiny the slightest bit of reassurance.

“Er, I just don't know where to get it. I guess I’ll have to ask GB and TB about this later. Ok, what else-” icy knuckles pressed against her forehead and the intense heat of Pin’s face quickly warmed up the back of Coiny’s hand. “A cold rag, right? You need that?”

“Yeah, I’d appreciate it,” The choppiness of Pin’s staccato voice was emphasized by her slow, groggy speech. Pin’s voice muffled as she turned to stuff her face into a pillow, “There should be some in the closet. And grab whichever bowl from the kitchen.”

Coiny was already familiar with the layout of Pin’s place. Naturally. With a thumbs up, he left the room.

…

….

…..

It’s hot. Too hot. Pin removed the blanket over her, exposing the boiling white of her exterior to the chill of the room—

—Too cold! She quickly covered herself again–

–Too hot!!

Seriously?

She groaned into her pillow, sticking her feet out the blanket as a compromise. The ooze coating her body clung to her blanket and sheets and the cold air that hit her feet sent shivers from her base to the tip of her point. Just how did she, The valiant and undefeatable Pin, allow herself to become like this? Weak, fragile, and worst of all—dependent.

She shuddered, unclear if it was from the cold or from disappointment washing over her.

Coiny returned, holding a decently-large bowl with a rag inside. He set the bowl onto the nightstand just beside the oil lamp and grabbed the rag placed inside the bowl to wring it out, dripping excess water into the bowl. “Can you lay on your back for me?” Coiny spoke with a softness that rivaled that of her pillow (as soft as a pillow found in an abandoned city could be). Pin turned to do so, and Coiny placed the cool rag onto her ‘forehead’ allowing her to tuck her feet back into the blanket and bask in the relief the dampness on her forehead provided. She sighed in relief.

“Thank you,” Her words rattled like dry leaves and faded into a yawn.

“You can go back to sleep, Pinster,” His hand reached towards her face but stopped midway. He pulled back. Pin wished he hadn’t.

She yawned again, the cooling sensation on her forehead and Coiny’s tender gaze fading along with her consciousness.

This time, Pin didn’t have a dream. Disappointingly. Her body shivered and her heavy eyes flickered open to meet the sight of her bare room

Golden rays of afternoon that once tinted her room now subdued into darkness. Moonlight shone through the window in subtle sparkles, the moonlight just as minimal as the little sun the city received. Towards Pin’s right, she noticed through sleep-ridden eyes a circle illuminated in silver. And when she heard quiet snoring, it clicked:

Oh, that’s Coiny.

The silhouette of a chair, which she recognized as one of her dining room chairs, was outlined by the light. Coiny sat beside her, light snores filling the room as his sleeping body hunched against the chair and she simply stared, her breathing subconsciously taking the same rhythm as his own.

Another thing she registered once she awoke was the harsh dryness of her mouth and throat—

-Water. She needed water.

Soft sheets and blankets ushered her to stay in their embrace, but the uncomfortable parchedness was too much too bear.

Coiny was her caretaker, wasn’t he? Her vision locked onto his sleeping expression illuminated by the moonlight bouncing off him. The peace of a usually-restless face made it impossible for her to wake him up simply to ask him for a glass of water.

With a sigh, she removed the blanket off herself and attempted to stand before gripping onto the nightstand for a sense of balance. Her legs shook and her muscles ached as she stepped forward. And she tried to squeeze by Coiny and the chair he was sleeping on, but the flare of her base got caught between the tight space of the chair and nightstand, the strain of her legs became too much to handle—and she tipped forward, falling. She yelped, hitting the floor with a thud.

“Hhuh, wha-” Coiny jolted awake, “Pin!!”

Great. So much for not waking him up.

The chair shook from how fast Coiny got off it, “OMM, are you ok??” He knelt down to pick her up and tuck her back into bed. “What happened?”

“I-I’m ok, I just—“ Pin’s voice cracked and phlegm rose up her throat, her words gurgling like a clogged drain, “—Wanted to get water.”

“You could’ve asked me. I’m taking care of you, remember?”

“But you were sleeping,” Pin remarked, face flushed with fever and embarrassment. “I couldn’t just wake you.”

“Pin you- oh,” he facepalmed. “I’m sorry, I already screwed up. I’ll get you your water.” He left fast enough that Pin couldn’t get a read on his expression, but the somberness in his voice told her enough.

Just as quick as he left, he came back with a glass of water, sitting back down on the chair. Pin sat up, taking the glass from him and gulping the whole thing within seconds. Water moistened her parched throat satisfyingly, “Thank you,” she whispered, voice clearer.

Even with the dark of the room, Pin could get a read on Coiny's expression from the moonlight radiating around him: a tender smile not quite reaching his eyes. They could never quite hide anything from each other.

“Do you feel bad about what happened?”

Coiny’s eyes darted to the floor and he pursed his lips, hesitating before he spoke, “Of course I do. I mean, that was my fault,” he laughed, no amusement behind it, “I’ll try to do better, I promise.”

“Coin-y, it’s night. It’s fine if you want to sleep,” Pin laid back down, resting against the pillow while still facing him, “Actually, if you wanna leave, you can. You probably should.”

“But you need someone to take care of you…”

“I’m fine. It’s just a measly fever. I can handle it.” She smiled at him in reassurance. “Really. Besides, I don’t think staying the night is the best idea.”

“Are you kicking me out?”

Her laugh cracked like ice shattering, “No. I mean, I’d love it if you could stay, but I don’t want you to get you sick; staying with me throughout the whole day and night seems risky. Also, sleeping on that chair seems uncomfortable.”

“Psh, whatever,” a light-heartedness laced his every word, “I don’t care if I get sick.” The corners of his mouth lifted, reaching his eyes so delicately it caused Pin’s heart to flutter at the sight. Warmth spread across her face and she chalked it up to her fever.

Yeah. The fever.

Coiny tipped backwards, leaning onto the back legs of the chair, and Pin would’ve reprimanded him for being careless, but she was too stunned on how the moon illuminated his silhouette so brightly it was hard to believe he was merely a coin and not the finest of gems with how brilliantly he shone.

“Anyways—” Coiny started, leaning back further, “I spoke to GB and TB earlier about your medicine. They gave me a recipe for an herbal mixture that should help with your fever, but they told me I needed to get the ingredients. Like, seriously? I have to take care of you!” He gestured to her with exaggeration, “So then I went to Fries to ask where I could find the ingredients, and he volunteered to get them for me. Woody was there too, he overheard and said he’d also help.”

It took a while to register his words, and whether it was from her sleep-ridden mind running at 5 miles per hour or the fact that two objects other than Coiny were willing to help her was unclear. She coughed, “...What are the ingredients you need?”

“Uh, let me see,” Coiny grabbed a paper from her nightstand, which she wasn't aware was there, and scanned over the list, “Elderflower, peppermint leaves and ginger. I gotta brew them into tea.” He snorted, “Where do you even find this stuff? Thank mint for Fries and Woody; hopefully they find everything by tomorrow, y'know, if these even grow around here.”

Pin yawned. The sleep didn't leave her system in the time they were talking.

“Are you going back to sleep?” Coiny set the paper down and alluded to the bowl on her nightstand, rag hanging out of it, “I took the rag off you once it got dark. Do you need it?”

“No. I'm freezing,” A chill ran down her spine as if to prove her words.

“Oh uh, should I get you another blanket?”

“N-No,” even if he was her caretaker, she’d rather not bother him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Reluctantly, Pin nodded.

“Ok,” Coiny leaned down, still sitting on the chair as he cupped her cheek in his palm. His touch was cold, but she didn't dare say a word.

“Goodnight Pin.”

And Pin dozed off to his cold hand becoming warmer.

Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered in that moment but the fingers intertwined with hers.

The sun, halfway lowered down the horizon, cast warm rays of orange light among the Southern Plains of Goiky. Here, where the sun could easily permeate through grassy hills, was always warm.

Pin sat on a warm patch of grassy terrain, fingers interlocking with hers. Even without looking, she could recognize the grooves and fit of the hand—

—Coiny. It was always Coiny, and she was grateful that's the way it was.

“Y’know,” Coiny broke the comfortable silence between them. His voice carried a warmth that could rival the sun itself, “We never got to finish what we started last time,” his body shifted to face hers, and his free hand caressed her upper rim down to her cheek, thumb brushing against her lips. “You wanna?”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. Somehow, it was evident what he was alluding to. She gulped, “Right here?...Right now??”

“Mhm,” His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. The blurriness of his face made it hard to get a read on his expression. She didn’t question it.

And the offer was tempting. Too tempting.

She nodded, and next thing Pin knew, she was on top of Coiny, pinning him to the floor and kissing him so deeply as if she was swallowing him whole. Her eyes were closed, she realized, and her senses hyperfocused on tongues lapping against each other and her ooze-covered casing sticking to his copper like glue. They didn’t stop to breathe even once. She didn't question it.

A metallic hardness sprung against her plastic. Coiny moaned into their kiss in encouragement as Pin’s hand cupped against it, the palm of her hand lapping around the smooth surface of its tip. She dipped a finger into its slit and felt the reverberations of Coiny’s moan quiver against her mouth. Oh dear PF, this was happening. This was actually happening. Like flowers blooming in spring, like waves wearing down stone, like the moon cycling through phases, it all felt so natural. His tongue against hers, his slick covering her palm, their shared moans synching in perfect rhythm. so natural.

And she didn’t question it. Not one bit.

Coiny was the one to pull away from their everlasting kiss, his blurred face indecipherable, yet somehow, it was evident he was looking directly into her eyes. With a shaky breath, he whispered,

“Wake up, Pin.”

…Huh?

His leaned closer, “Wake uppp Pin~”

…

….

…..

“Pinnn- Oh, you’re awake! I’m sorry, it’s just you’ve been sleeping for so long and you haven’t eaten and-”

Pin blinked the sleep away, the sight of her bare room, now blanketed with subtle yellow of the little sunlight. “Huh?” Her voice rasped sharply. Coiny’s words couldn't penetrate through the thick layer of fog lingering in her sleep-induced state. “...What did you say?”

“Oh, right- Good morning Pin. Well, afternoon,” Coiny sat on the dining room chair, holding two sheets of paper stacked upon each other. “I’m sorry I woke you up, it's just-” His eyes scanned one of the papers in his hands, brow furrowing as averted his gaze from her. Clearing his throat, he asked, “…How do I turn on your stove?”

She coughed. “What.”

“How do I turn on your stove? Uh, I don't know how it works. I wanted to cook you some soup since you haven’t eaten—TB gave me a recipe for a potato soup I could make. Oh! And Fries gave me some grotatoes! Awesome, right? TB told me those things are gonna taste delicious!!”

“What,” Pin repeated. “You can't get anyone else to cook?”

“Wh- hey! Do you not trust me with this??” There was a meekness in his voice, unusual coming from him.

“Coin-y, do you seriously think I could trust you with what happened last time?”

Pin recalled when she asked him for help baking muffins. It ended with the muffins charred to ash, her kitchen flooded with smoke, and both of them having to be recovered from carbon monoxide poisoning.

“I know that! I was just being careless.” Coiny stammered, a bead of sweat rolling down copper, “A-and besides, we used the oven, this time I’ll use the stove and be more careful. Promise!”

If she had the energy, she’d argue with him that using a stove posed as much risk as an oven. But she didn't.

Pin sighed, “The controls are self-explanatory. If you can’t even figure out how to turn on the stove, what makes you think I should trust you?

“But your little stove is so fancy! Is it really my fault I don’t know how to use it? And you should trust me because I want to take care of you and, y’know, make sure you at least eat.”

Pin’s stove, which was just a portable, battery-powered induction cooktop built by the science-inventor duo, was a complicated little thing, she had to admit. Unlike a traditional stovetop, it was designed with touch-screen sensor controls and an LCD display screen. Even she was at a loss when she first used it.

“There’s a power button on the far right, just tap on it and it’ll turn on. It shows the temperature on the display screen, and you press the plus and minus buttons to adjust it.” She lost count of how many times she’s sighed within the past minute, “Simple, right?”

“Yeah…Yeah! Ok, I got this! Don’t you worry, I’ll cook you the best grotato soup ever!”

“Uh huh. Pots and pans are in the cabinets. Remember to turn the stove off. And please, just… don't burn down my kitchen.”

Coiny gave her a thumbs up, though it was unclear if it was meant to reassure Pin or…himself. He left the room, the confidence in his posture gone and replaced with a wary slouch as he exited.

The sleep stirring in Pin’s mind begged her to lay down and fall back into a peaceful slumber, but her nerves coiled like a brewing storm at the thought of Coiny in her kitchen. Unsupervised.

Oh dear pin factory.

So, she just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and imagining every possible bad outcome. He said she could trust him, and as much as she did, It didn't change the fact that Coiny’s an absolute hazard in the kitchen.

Please please PLEASE don’t cause a fire.

But he was determined, wasn't he? So determined to take care of her. So determined to be good for her…

The dream she had earlier arose from the back of her mind to the forefront.

Chills formed across her casing and she lifted the blanket to cover her face as if it’d stop the flood of fantasies starting to leak into her brain. A sharp pang ran through her core, traveling under her base and transitioning into a rhythmic throbbing that burned like an unreachable itch.

Usually, In a situation like this, she wouldn't hesitate to reach her hand down and alleviate the throbbing—

—But Coiny was right outside.

Would he hear it?

Would he hear the wet squelching of Pin pleasuring herself? Would he hear the little whimpers and the occasional “Coiny” she’d utter while envisioning it was his hand touching her?

Her body shook. Dampness spread from her base to the sheets.

No, I can’t. I shouldn’t-

With the blanket still over her, her trembling hand brushed down against her body and stopped at her lower rim, just above her base.

He’s trying so hard to take care of me…I wish I could return the favor. Her dream fluttered in her mind and she could still feel how the smoothness of his tip caressed against her palm.

I wish I could show him how much I appreciate him…

Her fingers trailed down lower, stopping just above her sex.

How would I pleasure him?

—I’d run my hand down him and kiss it. It’d be hard. Hot. Slick pooled around her cunt and she sucked in a breath, the air under the blanket hot and steamy.

I’d lick his tip the tiniest bit to tease him and-

“OW!! MINT!!!”

Pin jumped under the covers. She took the blanket off and did her best to yell, “Coiny?!?” but all that came out was hoarse rasp.

“SORRY! I BURNT MYSELF!! NO FIRE!!!” He yelled (louder than necessary) from the kitchen.

“Ugh.”

Pin rolled her eyes. The once persistent throbbing under her base died down.

Way to kill the mood.

She merely continued to stare at the ceiling and her arms sprawled across the bed. Maybe she should worry more about the risk of her kitchen being set on fire instead of getting off.

30 minutes and hundreds of bad scenarios cycling through her mind later, Coiny entered the room holding a glass bowl and a porcelain mug, setting both onto the nightstand. Clouds of steam rose from both dishes and a fragrant aroma filled the room like incense, though Pin could barely pick up on the smells from how stuffed with mucus her airways were.

Coiny sat down on his usual chair, “Oh! I forgot to mention earlier: Fries and Woody found the ingredients for the herbal mixture!” He pointed to the porcelain mug. “Already brewed it,” he said, his demeanor confident.

Pin sat up and released a sigh she’d been holding. “You did it,” She spoke with more relief than intended, “Wow, you really did it."

“Of course I did. Aren’t I just the best caretaker?”

“You are,” Pin smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Coin-y.”

Coiny tensed up. He was lucky he’d already placed the dishes down, otherwise he would’ve dropped them from how stiff he got, “Ah, um, you’re welcome.” The flush on his face didn't go unnoticed.

Pin wondered, just momentarily, how flushed would he be if I lowered my mouth down to engulf his—

“Uh, are you feeling fine? You’re looking at me funny.”

Crap. “Yeah, I-I’m fine.”

Was she being that obvious?

“Uh, actually, I’m not,” She feigned a cough. It wasn't the full truth, but it wasn’t necessarily a lie.

“That’s ok. Hopefully the tea will help.” From his position on the chair, he moved the bowl of soup to be closer to him on the nightstand, “But first, you need to eat.” He took the spoon which was placed inside the bowl, lifting up thick, beige-colored soup with it. He blew onto the hot spoonful and placed his hand underneath, bringing it towards Pin, “Here, ahh.”

“You’re feeding it to me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean—unless you don’t want me to.”

Pin blinked, “No, I prefer you do,” She leaned into him and opened her mouth more eagerly than intended, fantasies still swirling in her mind.

“Ahhhh-,” Coiny inserted the spoon into her mouth and she swallowed the hot soup. Truthfully, there wasn't much taste, yet its texture and heat felt soothing against the roughness of her throat. She wondered—

…what else would be like that?

“How’s it taste?” Coiny placed the spoon back into the bowl, grabbing another spoonful of the soup and inching it towards Pin.

“I don't know. Like nothing.”

“Oh,” He stopped midway, “Is it at least tolerable?”

“Yeah. I like the texture. Take that as a compliment, y'know, considering your cooking skills.”

“Very funny Pin,” He continued to feed her in a comfortable silence, oblivious to the storm of fantasies brewing in Pin’s mind as she swallowed each drop. Once she finished half the soup, he set the spoon back into the bowl, “You should drink the tea. I’ll feed you the rest of the soup once you drink it, ok?”

“Ok…” A ghost of the soup’s texture lingered in the back of her throat and her racing thoughts continued where her fantasies left off.

“Here, part your lips for me.”

He brought the mug of tea towards her mouth, the steam of the hot remedy brushing against her lips tauntingly.

Part your lips for me.

I shouldn’t be thinking about this…

…but if I was, I’d think about how he’d speak those words to me with a low growl as he rubbed the tip against my mouth.

Her mind flickered between the cold room and her sinful thoughts like a faulty lightbulb. She opened her mouth and Coiny brought the mug to meet her, its porcelain material warm and smooth against her lips.

I’d open willingly for him just like I did just now, encompassing the head with my lips—

She swallowed, the remedy hot and soothing.

—The tip would be as smooth as the porcelain and its heat would burn itself into my mouth. Down my throat. Permeate into my brain. I’d circle around his slit and his fluid would coat my tongue as that charming demeanor of his disintegrates under my touch like a pile of ash-

“Oops, spilled a little,” He pulled back the mug and wiped away the warm drip of liquid running from the corner of her mouth down her exterior. “Here,” he touched the mug against her lips,“Open.”

“Wh-“ His words sounded like gibberish and the heat from the tea and her fantasies melted her brain into mush, the vision of her room blurring along with her thoughts in a fever-induced haze. She couldn’t register his words, yet she opened anyways. Willingly. Desperately. She gulped like her life depended on it.

“Geez, you’re really out of it. Oh, you finished?”

Coiny pulled the mug back and Pin instantly missed the porcelain smoothness encompassing her lips and heat hitting the back of her scratchy throat.

“Ah,” a wet cough escaped her, “T-thank you.”

“Of course. You wanna finish the soup?”

“I’m ok for now.”

“Alright, I’ll go save this for later,” He patted the upper part of Pins base and left the room, taking the empty mug and unfinished bowl of soup along with him. Pin sighed, laying back down onto her pillow.

…What was wrong with her?

Maybe she was just a pervert. A big, good-for-nothing pervert who had more erotic thoughts and dreams about her best friend than she’d be willing to admit.

Thankfully their mutual telepathy was an infrequent occurrence nowadays.

Coiny entered the room, blissfully unaware of her improper thoughts revolving around him in his most vulnerable state. “You gonna go back to sleep?” He took his usual spot on the dining room chair.

“No. I’ve slept enough,” Pin laughed, barely understanding Coiny’s words from her current state. “Actually, I might. The tea and soup felt nice.”

It felt nice because I imagined it was actually your—

She coughed. She wasn’t thinking about that anymore. She shouldn’t.

“Felt nice?” Coiny cocked a brow.

“Uhm-”

“Oh, ‘cause it was warm, right? I’m glad. Yoyleland is already so cold, can't imagine how it’d feel when sick,” His smile always made Pin’s gut twist into an untieable knot.

She coughed. “Yeah, ‘cause it was warm,” She repeated his words as a way to convince herself they were the full truth. Yeah, totally.

Subtle orange light peered through Pin’s window and painted her room with a luminous warmth, signifying the start of evening. The shine of Coiny’s exterior always absorbed the sky’s light so beautifully, his copper shining a bright orange lovelier and brighter than any sunset.

“What?” Coiny asked bluntly, catching the way Pin stared.

“You- you’re just- You're always so pretty-” Pin’s mouth moved faster than her brain.

“Huh?” His eyes widened, and he tensed for a second before laughing, body relaxing, “Where’d that come from? But I am rather pretty, thank you for noticing,” he leaned in, allowing Pin to observe his beauty from up-close, “You’re always pretty too, Pin.”

Her racing thoughts halted. She swallowed, “Don’t say that…You don’t need to lie.”

“What? Why do you think I’m lying?”

A lump formed in her windpipe. She swallowed, the lump like a jagged rock scratching against her fragile throat, “I mean, people would literally run and scream from how…ugly they said I was,” Her lips pursed and her eyes began to sting as she thought back to last season. No matter how much she tried to repress those memories, they’d always come back, haunting her, “Do you think that’s why no one wants to be my friend? I try to be nice. I try so hard, I’d literally work on Fries’ garden for hours a day just to get his approval, but no matter what, everyone just-” Her bottom lip quivered. There was no mech suit, no drill, hell, no pigment to shield her from the harsh reality she’d try so desperately to ignore for so long.

“Woah woah woah-” Coiny placed his hand on her cheek, yet she didn’t feel the comfort she usually did from the gesture, “Why are you saying all this? That’s not true-”

“Yes it is! You hated me too!”

“Pin, I never hated you. I couldn’t hate you even if I wanted to.”

He brushed his thumb along her cheek, “And that’s all in the past– no reason to beat yourself up over it now. Everyone can see how hard you’re trying. For mint’s sake, Fries was the one to take you to your room and brought me to care for you, remember? He and Woody were the ones who spent a whole day looking for your ingredients. GB and TB were the ones who gave me the recipes for the soup and tea. Others do care for you, Pin. How could they not?” He placed a chaste kiss on her ‘forehead’. “You’re just too incredible.”

“I- sorry,” The fevered flush on her white body grew deeper, tinting Pin a light pink exaggerated by the pink of sunset, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I don't know why I got so emotional.” Her gaze averted away from him. Ironically, even with the fact she’d been shrunken and reduced to a mere object, she’d never felt as small as she did in that very moment of vulnerability.

Coiny smiled at her lovingly. Sincerely, “It’s ok, Pin. It's just the two of us— there’s no need to hide anything.”

She didn’t know why he stuck around. Even when everyone hated her, even when she was reduced to limbless, faceless object, even when she betrayed him, he’d always be right by her side, supporting her no matter what.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Her eyes finally looked his way and the smile Coiny gave her overwhelmed her from how much emotion he conveyed with it. “How’d I get so lucky with you?”

“Heh, I should be the one saying that,” The embrace of his palm never left her cheek, “I have the most strong, determined, heroic, and prettiest best friend any object could ask for.”

Pin didn’t think her face could get any hotter, “Oh stop it, you.”

Coiny laughed heartily. His face suddenly dropped, “So wait, did you like, overexert yourself while working on Fries’ garden?”

“Probably. Why?”

“Pin, is that how you got yourself sick? Spending too much time outside while it's cold?”

“I don’t know, I thought I could befriend him. Does it matter?”

“Uh, yeah it matters,” He laughed again. “But it did work, Fries was worried about you like crazy! I’m a little jealous I can’t have you all to myself.”

“Coin-y! Don’t say things like that,” The pink flush across her face grew brighter as Coiny laughed louder.

The pink sky dissolved to indigo, and the air of the room wrapped around her like an icy blanket. Pin’s meek body shook, craving warmth.

“...Coin-y?” Her voice was quiet, just above a whisper. She kept her gaze on him, eyelids half-lidded.

“Yeah?”

She held eye contact for a moment, breaking it quickly as she averted her eyes downwards, “...Nevermind,” she mumbled, defeat weighing in her tone and causing a tinge of worry to jolt throughout Coiny.

“Pin, don’t be afraid to tell me if you need anything.” He smiled at her like she was the most precious thing to him. “I’m here for a reason.”

“I just-” Pin’s voice wavered, “I wanted to ask something of you, but it’s too selfish.”

“There’s no such thing when it comes to you,” He brushed his thumb across her cheek to the corner of her mouth. “Your wish is my command. Always.”

“No, it really is selfish,” Pin leaned against his comforting touch, closing her eyes to bask in the way his thumb moved gently across her cheek, “I was going to ask if you could, um…get into bed with me. I get cold at night,” She kept her eyes shut, scared opening them would make her feel more awkward than she already did. “But I’d risk getting you sick.”

Coiny blinked once. Twice. He fell silent.

The silence weighed on Pin, enticing her to open her eyes so she could get something on his reaction, but what she didn’t expect, however, was the wide smile and delicate eyes staring at her with such admiration.

Heat burned through her nerves instantly.

The iciness of the room intensified as night began to blanket the quiet city. Coiny brushed a thumb along her warm cheek, its heat increasing by the second.

Retracting his hand, he stood up from his position on the chair. “Like I said,” he walked around to the empty side of the bed and lifted the blanket up, “Your wish is my command.” Though he spoke with confidence, his actions were hesitant before he spoke, “...This is ok, right?” His quiet voice matched his meekness as he lingered above the bed, a part of the blanket still in his grasp.

Pin exhaled a breathy laugh, “I’m the one who wanted this; Of course it’s ok.” She turned her body to face him, now watching as he slipped into bed beside her.

The mattress was big enough for Coiny to keep some distance from Pin. He also turned to face her, yet he wobbled slightly during his attempt. Laying on his side was always awkward, the thin ridges around his body preventing any sense of comfortability.

“We can lay on our backs,” Pin suggested, observing the way Coiny used a shaky hand to balance himself.

“But I wanna look at you.”

Pin’s heavy eyes widened in response. “Why?”’

“I just…like looking at you," Coiny expressed, his tone carefree as the tension in his body eased up in Pin’s comforting presence. He noticed it was easier to balance on his side while this relaxed. “You’re so pretty, Pin. I don't know how anyone could ever call you ugly. Maybe they’re just jealous.”

“W-What??”

“Sorry, was that too sudden?”

“No- well yes—um, nevermind.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, “It’s ok, though; I like it when you flatter me.”

When the moonlight of night began to shine into the room, it illuminated the white of Pin’s body and metallic point with a seraphic glow, worthy of rivaling the heavens themselves.

And Coiny couldn’t believe she was real.

“Wow…You look like an angel, Pin.” He uttered under his breath, scooting himself closer as to admire her from a clearer position. He placed a hand to her cheek as usual, though with their faces now mere inches apart, the gesture became more intimate than either of them intended. and from this close, Coiny could notice a sheen layer of ooze blanket her exterior and how the faint flush of Pin’s sick face deepened into a red akin to her original color.

She was so beautiful.

Coiny shook. With one of his previously-supporting hands cupping Pin’s cheek, Coiny flailed, using his free hand underneath him as support, “Sorry, maybe I do need to lay on my back. I'm kindaaa struggling to balance like this.”

Pin frowned in response. “Why not just lay against me? We can hold onto each other—wait, no, I’m sick. Forget I said anything-“

“Mmm, don’t care.” Coiny shifted his weight to lay against Pin’s hot body, her plastic and his copper clinking together as he wrapped his arms around her which made Pin inhale sharply, holding her breath and freezing completely against the sudden hold.

“Coin-y, that’s-“

“Should I pull back?”

“No. Please don’t— it feels nice.” Pin gave into his embrace, holding Coiny and pulling him in closer. His weight pressed against her and the coldness of his copper touching her boiling body sent familiar chills across Pin’s casing, making her shiver from the cold and from a familiar growing sensation in her core. “…but you’re kinda cold.” His metal retained the chill from the room.

“Oh, sorry Pin. I’ll warm up, it'll be quick I swear—,” Coiny removed one of his hands from Pin to grab the blanket, lifting it closer towards them. True to his word, his exterior became rather hot rather quickly, and whether it was from the added warmth of the blanket or the burning heat radiating off Pin’s plastic they couldn’t say.

Pin used a hand to stroke along Coiny’s hot back, fingers gliding lightly and leaving the ghost of a tingling sensation wherever she touched.

“Hmmm~, that feels niceee,” Coiny hummed under her touch. He tightened his hold on her and touched his forehead against hers. “Your body feels like it’s on fire. Especially your forehead.”

Pin let go of her embrace around his body to cup his face in her hands, Coiny keeping his arms around her for balance. The heat of her hands and the intimacy of the moment crept onto Coiny’s cheeks, dusting his copper with a warm red.

“Your face is all flushed. It’s cute,” she whispered, the blush on his face growing darker and spreading throughout his exterior.

“Thanks. All of you is cute,” Coiny responded without skipping a beat.

“Hmm, you could do better than that,” their foreheads stayed together all the while, the cold of the air forgotten as the heat from their bodies burned against each other. “Maybe call me something else.”

“Oh, like what? Pretty? Beautiful? Absolutely gorgeous?” Taking one of her hands cupping his face, he brought it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her flushed knuckles.

“Haha, you— you don’t mean that…”

“Why wouldn't I? You’d always boast about how pretty you were during BFDIA,” A soft breath trickled against her palm, “We both know those weren’t baseless claims.” He kissed her knuckles again. “You’re breathtaking, Pin.”

“I think we’re the only ones who know, considering everyone else has called me ugly.”

“Pft, Is that still on your mind? Screw everyone else. Guess I’ll have to flatter you even more to make up for them.”

“Ah, Coiny…” Her voice cracked, “should best friends be doing this?”

“Doing what?” Coiny continued to pepper the back of Pin’s hand in small, warm kisses.

“Y’know, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling, kissing hands—“ her hand stayed in his. Just when did they start getting so intimate? Even with the heat, her body shivered.

“I dunno. I’m not making you uncomfortable am I?”

Pin’s voice cracked as she raised it, “No! No, it’s just–”

The warmth of his touch, the closeness of their bodies, the softness of his kisses— it all stirred something so primal, so painfully familiar inside her. “You taking care of me and what we’re doing right now, it makes me feel something. Something…weird. My stomach feels like it’s doing backflips and I’m in this warm haze and every second I just keep thinking about you you you. You infiltrate all my thoughts, my dreams even, it’s—”

Coiny went silent, eyes on her and encouraging Pin to continue.

Her gaze locked onto his lips, “—I don’t know if it’s ’cause I’m sick or if I’m just crazy, but it makes me want to—”

Coiny tightened his grip on Pin's hand in gentle reassurance.

From her peripheral vision she could see his expression, firm yet flushed. Her gaze traced up his lips to stare into his eyes. “…can I get closer?”

Their foreheads were touching, and by this point their faces were so already so close they were inhaling each other's breath. “Closer?” Coiny’s voice lowered to a pitch which made Pin’s stomach flutter, yet he retained a softness exclusively for her. He let go of her hand to cup his palm over her cheek. “Closer how?”

Chills ran down Pin’s spine. Her hands, still around his back to support his balance, began to stain Coiny’s back with ooze.

The words got stuck in Pin’s throat. All she could manage to do was gaze at Coiny’s lips, then his eyes, then back to his lips. His steady breath trickled against her in a way that sent her pulse racing so intensely she could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she was sure he could hear it too.

His thumb brushed against her cheek. He leaned in, his breath so close it grazed against Pin’s lips, “Is this okay?”

Pin gulped, “Yes...”

And, like a song, they instinctively closed their eyes as Coiny closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss.

For a moment neither of them dared move, simply taking their time to bask in each others’ warmth as they melted into the kiss. Pin pushed him closer towards her, eliciting a small sound from him.

The kiss was soft. light. Coiny was the first to lead, moving his lips against her hesitantly as to not ruin the delicateness of it all and Pin hummed, mimicking his small movements as they fell into a shy, mellow rhythm. Even with the sheer heat coming from Coiny’s body, his lips still retained their chill and Pin’s head spun under the cooling sensation of his lips against hers, causing her to shiver under his touch.

They were kissing. They were actually kissing! For a second Pin was convinced this was some fever-induced hallucination, but when Coiny pressed his body further against hers and deepened their kiss, the groan he released into her and the softness of his lips felt all too real. She parted from him breathlessly, her burning lungs gasping for air.

Through the droop of her eyelids she could see Coiny’s expression, his own eyes widened and his copper now flushed a deep red.

Coiny’s hand on Pin’s cheek trailed to her lips to caress her bottom lip in a gentle motion. “Pin-“

Desperately, her lips clashed against his. Their teeth clanked amateurly and Coiny let out a small whimper which only incited Pin to kiss him harder.

The air of hesitance between them wafted and Coiny took the opportunity to move his hand to her upper rim, tilting her body against his to allow them to move more effectively. More hungrily. Pin pulled back slightly, giving her the space to lick Coiny’s bottom lip, and he hesitated for a second before opening his mouth, and Pin shoved her tongue inside him so feverishly it pushed the air out his lungs and caused him to moan into their kiss, the vibration melting into their mouths.

The kiss was carnal. uncoordinated. tongues lapped into each other, lips moving clumsily and saliva spilling onto the pillows. Pin moaned into him as he pushed his tongue deep into her.

Mint, he just couldn’t get enough of her—Couldn’t get enough of the way her tongue lapped over his teeth and gums and around his own tongue so frantically it felt like he was going to burst from the sheer amount of want beginning to combust throughout his body.

She was just so wet. So hot. So perfect.

A surge of heat fluttered in Coiny’s core.

Pin froze.

Under the blanket, a foreign, metallic hardness pressed against her, hot against her plastic.

Pin pulled away from their kiss with a pop, a trail of drool connecting them. She paused, eyes widening, “Coin-y…”

He simply stared, softly breathing.

“You’re…hard.”

“Wha-“ Coiny's head spun.

“Uh-“ Pin pushed into him for emphasis, “—you’re hard.”

Once Coiny blinked the haziness away. a buildup of pressure just below his abdomen made itself known, the heat from Pin onto it.

“What—what?! Oh mint, I-I’m so sorry Pin!”

He pushed himself back, “I didn’t- I’m–“ Coiny stumbled over his words. He sat up and scooted back to the edge of the mattress in a panic, his erection sticking out like a sore thumb underneath their shared blanket.

“Oh…” Pin whispered under her breath. She did little to hide the hungry stare locked onto the hardened lump, poking out innocently beneath the covers, “want me to help?”

Coiny caught onto Pin’s staring and grabbed a handful of the blanket to cover himself, shivering under the intense gaze, “Huh?!”

“Yeah,” she spoke slowly, staccato voice more pronounced, “I can…help you with that,” The rasp in her voice and the low staccato of her speech resembled charcoal crackling.

“Pin, you shouldn’t. We shouldn’t- you’re still sick,” He looked away in shame, then back at her hesitantly.

“I really don’t mind. Actually, let me rephrase:” pin leaned in, voice lowered to a sugar-coated whisper, “I want to help you.”

Coiny mumbled. How could he respond to that? Even with the desire boiling painfully in his abdomen, he still had a role of caretaker to adhere to. “Pin, your body’s too weak right now. You can’t put more strain on it.”

Pin’s face fell, eyes dropping down to her hands fidgeting against the blanket. “Oh.” Maybe she read the situation wrong. “Do you not want this? Sorry, I just assumed…”

“I-“

Coiny cleared his throat, “—I do. Of course I do, but we shouldn’t when you’re in this state. You’ll just feel worse.”

“I’m strong. This isn’t something I can’t handle,” Heavy eyes trailed down Coiny’s face to the bunched-up blanket covering his groin.

“Pin—“

She sat up, slowly inching towards him and extending her hands out to touch against his body. Reaching the end of the mattress where he sat, she pressed herself against him, feeling the hardness through the bunch of the blanket, “Coiny, you’ve been such a good caretaker to me. I’d like to return the favor and take care of you, too,” her eyes, half-lidded and glazed with a deep fog sent a tingle down Coiny’s body, reaching his groin, erection twitching.

“And besides,” she whispered, “You can just…take care of me if I feel worse after, can’t you?”

“I-” he gulped. The entirety of his body shook under her breath, under her touch, under her gaze which bore into his eyes and erection with such hunger that the voice of reason in his mind began to crumble.

“...I just can't say no to you, can I, Pin?”

As soon as those words grazed his lips, Pin closed the distance between them, enveloping his lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

The hunger of their kiss urged Coiny to buck his hips through the blanket to thrust against her exterior, the friction of his cock against her sending his mind into a drunken haze as she moaned freely into his mouth. tongues lapped hungrily while Pin traced her hand down his body to stop at his abdomen, just beside his erection.

Coiny whimpered, shuddering.

Their tongues parted, a string of saliva connecting them as Pin pulled away. “Scoot back.”

He did as told, sitting up against the pillows, erection still beneath the blanket.

Pin palmed the bump which throbbed through the thin layer separating them. With a controlled motion, she slowly lifted the blanket off to cast it aside, his arousal springing up freely against the cold air.

Her jaw dropped.

And when her gaze fell to his member: metallic hardness illuminated by the pale moonlight and twitching as Coiny whimpered under her, she realized her fantasies couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. It wasn’t even close.

“Can I?” She brushed her fingers against it.

Coiny nodded.

With a finger, she lightly trailed across his flushed tip. Coiny whimpered, breathless.

The smoothness of the head and the dip of his slit were so hot under Pin’s fingertip, providing some warmth she seeked on such a chilly night.

Pin smiled when Coiny hitched a breath, shivering. His lips flushed red from their kiss and his body began to shine that same shade of red.

As much as Pin’d love to tease him with slow, gradual touches, her own desires pushed her to spit on her hand, then lean down to spit on his arousal, saliva dripping down him. Coiny shuddered from the wetness and Pin wasted no time wrapping her fingers around him to pump his length in slow, yet frantic movements.

Was this real? For mint’s sake, was this seriously happening? Pin— his best friend, the object that stood at the center of his world, the object he would go to hell and back for in a heartbeat, the object he’d do anything for—was jerking him off.

Oh my mint.

His erection strained and a pearl of precum formed at the tip.

“I’ve fantasized about this a lot,” She admitted, tone far too casual for the moment. “about how your dick would look, how it’d feel-”

Her fingers lapped his tip, rubbing her index finger into his slit and Coiny let out a shaky breath at the sensation. She parted his legs and leaned down, careful so as to not poke him with her point, and raised her base in the air as she lowered herself further to place kisses on his thigh and wrap feather-light fingers around the base of his erection. Her lips traveled up a path of kisses on his inner thigh to place a chaste kiss on his length and Coiny shook under her touch, mind spiraling as she spoke—

“—but mostly, I’d fantasize about how you’d taste.”

With one continuous movement, she glided her tongue from his base up to his glans to press a kiss on his flushed tip.

“Haah, Pin.”

Pin kissed his member as if it were a lover, then lowered her mouth to his tip, pressing her tongue flat against it before dipping into his slit to lick every drop of precum that threatened to spill out.

Coiny closed his eyes, sensations from her mouth heightening.

Her tongue wet, her lips soft around his tip

Pin’s glanced upwards, the sight of him stirring knots in her stomach from just how divine he appeared: face flushed a deep red, eyes shut, drool spilling from his mouth, and moonlight reflecting off his copper so luminously like he were the moon itself. Pin tightened her hold around his base, “You’re so pretty, Coiny. So, so pretty” warm lips wrapped around his tip and she began to suck. Hard.

At that, Coiny whimpered so meekly, Pin’s pride swelling because it was her making him moan such erotic noises.

“You taste good. A bit like metal,” she licked a pool of secretion off his glans, “Your tip feels so nice. So smooth; so hot.” With a swift, sensual motion, she licked his tip before opening her mouth and sinking down halfway onto his length, swirling her frantic tongue around him and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked, drool leaking from her lips down his erection.

And Coiny’s mind and body began to shut down from how overwhelmingly hot every sensation was.

The wet, slurping noises and the heat engulfing him left him in a stupified trance where the only word he knew was, “Pin Pin…Pin-!” His body went limp as Pin sunk down further. Coiny kept his eyes tightly shut.

She set a comfortable pace bobbing her head, continuing to circle her tongue around him in delicate, sinful motions. Coiny’s moans and whimpers echoed freely throughout the room and Pin’s mind became hazy as she indulged in it all, still retaining some sense of clarity as she focused on her mouth moving against his erection. With a wet pop, she releases off him, precum spurting from his slit. Her hand on his base reached up to the head, gliding the precum and spit from his tip to envelop his length with rhythmic pumps and Coiny thrusts into her hand with a drawn-out moan, inciting Pin to pump him faster.

His composure breaking under her was exhilarating. Cool and confident Coiny, now reduced to a mere heaving, moaning mess from her very touch. Pin glanced up towards his face and her core fluttered when she met eyes glossed in a daze, staring directly into hers—

Pin froze. She simply stared, mouth agape in awe—

—He looked absolutely fucked.

Without the warmth of her mouth or pumping, the cold air of the room sent chills down Coiny’s erection. “Don’t stop. P-Please don’t stop!” His body shook and his voice came out in a whine so desperate it sent waves of throbbing down below her base.

A smirk graced her features. She leaned down to his erection and the hotness of her breath against his tip made him shiver, taunting him as she inched closer and closer and stopped right before her lips met his arousal.

Coiny moaned in anticipation. His legs shook.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Precum-coated lips wrapped around his cock to suck, cheeks hollowed in a tight embrace.

“So good,” Coiny mewled, “you’re s-so good Pin!“

Pin sunk down halfway, swirling her tongue around the shaft and suckling, drool running down her exterior onto Coiny’s length while using her hand to pump the neglected half of his arousal. He stared at her through lowered eyelids and the sight of her sinking down drove him crazy., so much so that, In an animalistic urge, he thrusted into her mouth and her blissful warmth enveloped his entire length for just a second before the walls of her throat convulsed around him—

Pin gagged violently. In an instant, she pulled off.

“Wh- huh…?” Coiny blinked the haziness away, fading into the sight of Pin slouched, her gagging and hacking filling the room like a dry thunderstorm.

“Oh mint, I-I'm so sorry Pin I didn’t mean to— We can stop if you-“

“-No!!!" She rasped. "No. Don't apologize. Keep thrusting.”

Carnal eyes stared deep into his own, the only warning Coiny got before Pin sunk down to the base of his cock with one swift move, taking the entirety of his arousal in her mouth.

“Pin!!”

His hot tip coaxed the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks to milk every drop from him she possibly could, hugging his throbbing erection in a tight, wet embrace as she slowly brought her head up along his length to plummet back down to base.

And Coiny- mint, he felt like he was going to die right then and there from just how hard she was sucking him.

It was so wet. So hot. So unbelievably intense.

With shaky hands Coiny gripped onto her point and locked her in place as she sunk back down and bobbed her head in a concentrated, steady rhythm.

Lustful eyes bore into him. Pin’s lips, once white, were now swollen and red, the only semblance of white being the cum glossing her lips.

Coiny thrusted, moving on pure instinct and desire.

Tears formed in the corners of Pin’s eyes. Truthfully, this was getting uncomfortable for her: her jaw ached, the joints in her new legs became heavy and her throat convulsed each time his glans hit the deepest parts of her. But the drunken eyes watching her with such admiration and the desperate moans filling the room spread flutters to her core and she sped up the pace, gliding up to the tip and sinking back down to the base in a frantic rhythm.

“Pin, Pin, Pin-“ Coiny’s grip on her point tightened and his dick twitched violently in her mouth, Pin moaning around him and the vibrations traveling down his cock to manifest as white-hot desire boiling in his abdomen.

Breaths quickened. He thrusted into her mouth clumsily, chasing the release that was so close.

“I’m…I’m–!” Coiny's jaw locked, words catching in his throat as his body shut down from desire overriding each and every nerve in his system. Every thought, function, memory he could once recall disappeared as his body and mind could only focus on the now: the wet heat engulfing him in a tight embrace, cum-glazed lips bobbing down his cock, and sinful eyes staring at him in a clouded gaze.

It was too much. Too good.

Pin hummed, gazing into his eyes,

And with one last lower to his base, Coiny broke.

“Pin!!!”

His vision flashed white. A ringing filled his ears at the mind-numbing explosion of pleasure erupting from his core, dick throbbing in Pin’s heat and spurting hot ribbons of cum down her throat.

“Mmmmmh.” Drawn out and lustful, she moaned around him as she continued to pleasure him throughout his high. The fruit of her labor burned down her throat in a salty rush, the warmth soothing the roughness of her sore throat as she sucked and licked around his cock to milk every last drop . Red, swollen lips popped off his dick with one last moan, saliva and cum running from her mouth and down Coiny’s softening member.

Keeping eye contact, she licked the cum coating her lips.

“P-Pin…holy shit…” His grip on her point weakened and his body shook from the override of pleasure. The lustful fog in his mind began to dissolve and his vision locked onto Pin. “Y-you’re- how did- Where’d you learn to do that?”

She chuckled, hand retracted from his now-limp member. “I-” she started before releasing loud, wet coughs. “I’ve thought a lot about what I’d do to…pleasure you,” her voice was low and crackled like dry leaves. “This was better than my fantasies, but I think I overdid it. My throat is killing me–” another deep cough arose like its only purpose was to prove her point.

“S-Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough.” Coiny caught his breath.

“No, it’s ok. I wanted that.” Her smile was small and reached her hazy eyes in a way that sent butterflies through Coiny’s stomach. How could lips that were just taking his cock form such an innocent smile?

“You really like moaning my name, huh? It’s cute.”

“Cute?” Coiny panted.

“Mhm. And sexy. You also taste good. Sweet and metallic. A little salty.” Her face leaned down to his and Coiny still couldn’t believe this was real.

So he cleared his throat, changing the subject, “H-How are you feeling?”

The flustered tone coming from him would sound foreign to any other object, but to Pin it was a common indulgence she savored each time. She inched closer, and closer, until her breath lingered against his lips, and– “My throat is killing me, my whole body is aching, and it’s starting to hurt from how turned on I am.”

Eyes widened. There was a strain in Coiny’s voice from how vocal he was moments prior, evident when he stammered, “Wow, uh, does t-that mean you wanna keep going or...??”

“Yes, I just don’t have much energy right now…can you—y’know?”

“...Oh. Yeah, It’s ok, Pin,” he wrapped his arms around her and Pin could hear the way Coiny took hasty breaths in and out from their close distance, “I can take care of it for you.”

Coiny placed gentle kisses—first on her forehead, then her cheek, and finally on her lips.

The haze of Coiny’s post-orgasm trance began to dissolve and melt into their delicate kiss as they continued to move with more confidence, their sync well-tuned.

A lingering, familiar heat coil in Pin’s lower stomach sent sharp flutters downwards, reminding her how aroused she’d been. That intense, pounding throbbing, the wetness of her cunt, and the air around them so hot it sent her mind spiraling until she was nothing but a sex-crazed mess.

She needed to be pleasured. She needed him.

And even though she really should've pulled away to catch her breath, she instead deepened the kiss and whined meekly into it when Coiny began to suck on her lower lip. In an act of desperation, Pin parted her lips, practically begging Coiny to take the lead and he took the opportunity just as desperately, sticking his tongue in to trace along her teeth and inner walls of her mouth and tasting the sweet, salty remnants of himself as they circled their tongues.The flaccidity of his tired member began to swell at the mere sensation of her hot mouth and the desperate noises she mewled into the kiss.

Coiny pulled back, scooting away. “Can you lay against the pillows for me?”

Pin laid back, taking deep, long breaths in and out. It was too much. The feeling of want was too much. The way Coiny thrusted and tasted and the way he moaned her name so freely and—

Her hand began to trail down to her sex, wanting some taste of relief—

“Nope!’

Gently, Coiny took her hand in his, “I'll do the work. You just relax, Pin.” Even the way he laughed, so cheerful and carefree and the way he lightly squeezed her hand in his made the throbbing that much more painful.

“I’m- I can't wait any longer.”

“Ah, sorry for making you wait,” Coiny released her hand and moved further back, kneeling to position himself at eye level of her sex-

And—wow

When he came face-to-face with her folds, breathing and dripping with so much slick that her entire cunt literally glistened under the moonlight, he knew, right then and there—

— he was completely out of his depth.

Like an inexperienced virgin, which he indeed was, he stared dumbly at her vagina to merely observe the way her fluids coated her folds.

Pin whined under her breath. “Hurry-“

Ok, so maybe he had no idea how this worked. Coiny tested it by rubbing a finger up along her outer lips, soft and wet under his touch and eliciting a faint squeak of encouragement from Pin. Ok, she's making noises, that's a positive sign. He tested it again, this time, trailing a finger slowly up along her folds and savoring the way she coated him with her fluid, lubing his finger and allowing him to glide all the way up to her clit effortlessly. Lightly, he brushed the pad of his finger over her button.

And god—just that simple touch alone sent Pin’s nerves ablaze. She’d been waiting for so long: waiting for the slightest bit of contact, waiting for him, that each small sensation only tipped her further over the edge.

At a loss, Coiny simply repeated the motion of moving a singular finger from bottom to top, starting from her opening, up along her vulva, and ending to press against her clit. Each movement, slow, calculated, and painstakingly unexperienced, was enough stimulation for Pin to breathe and whimper under the sensation. Especially when he reached her clit.

This was good. Everything’s going good. With his newly-gained confidence, Coiny reached towards her clit with his thumb and index finger, giving it a squeeze with more pressure than he intended and—

“Ow! Coin-y!” Pin jolted, body tensing. “Be more careful!”

“Sorry, sorry! I dont…really know what I’m doing.”

“Figures.“ Pin sighed. Did she really have to give him a lesson on Vaginas 101 when she's so horny that she's dampening the entire surface area of the sheets??

And, like he read her mind (which he probably did), he stammered, “Hey, don't worry about teaching me how to do it; I'm learning as I go.”

“Oh are you?” She teased.

“Yeah. You make noises when I move my finger up.” This time, he glided two fingers up across her lips, the extra finger covering more area as he slid against each fold. “And I know this is sensitive, so only light touches.” For emphasis, he glided up to press against her clit and Pin moaned from the suddenness. “Wow, really sensitive.”

“G-Good. you're doing good, Coin-y.”

Good. He’s doing good. This sparks something in him, evident by the way he suddenly uses 4 fingers to circle along her vulva, vagina and clit with long, languid movements, making Pin gasp from the new sensation of every fold being stimulated as he circled. “And you like it when I touch every part of you, huh?”

“Y-Yes, I love it.” Pin moaned so blissfully it sent sparks towards Coiny’s abdomen.

Slick stained his fingers as he continued to circle, and Coiny relished in the way her cunt leaked as he touched her. His fingers became so sticky so quick and he paused his movements because he just had to take a closer look.

With his index and ring finger on either side, he parted her lips open, exposing her delicate petals, and her fluids trickled down between his fingers.

“Mint, you’re soaking.” The wet folds squelched under Coiny’s fingers as he continued to close and open her lips, simply observing the way her folds fluttered against his fingers. “Did you get this wet j-just by sucking my cock?” His attempt at dirty talk was meek, but clearly effective from the way Pin shuddered under him and squeaked out a breathy “yes.”

And Coiny, unknowingly, glided a finger to lay right beside her entrance, taunting her. He had no idea what he was doing, but the breathy noises that she rasped out as he kept his finger on that spot was…a good sign? He hoped.

“Does this area feel good?” It was hard to tell. Coiny kept a single finger in the same exact area, yet Pin began to shake and whine much too excessively for it to come from a mere, still finger.

“Stop teasing me—“ Pin moaned, small and needy and sending heat towards Coiny's groin, “—Your finger…put it in, p-please!”

Oh.

Oh.

As much as he’d love to hear her beg more, the thought of entering her inner walls was far too tempting. With his index finger, he circled around her entrance and, with his palm facing up, slid a finger inside her.

“Coin-y…” The hot, squelching walls of her pussy clenched around his finger, begging him. “Move.”

And the ever-obedient Coiny did as told, retracting his finger and sliding into her wet entrance with a confidence much too disproportionate to his knowledge on the matter. Yet, just when he expected to hear those high, delicate noises from her, Pin simply stayed silent, her body moving in pace with her breathing. No reaction, No noises, no shaking– just quick breaths in and out. He pulled out his finger to try again and shoved it to the furthest, deepest part of her, yet all it elicited from her was a small jump.

“Uh, am I doing something wrong?” Coiny removed his finger completely and got up from his kneeling position to take a look at Pin’s face, which was listless and blank, eyelids open and mindlessly staring up.

“I'm not feeling much of anything.” Pin spat out in a disinterested tone reminiscent of her expression

Coiny’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Really??”

“Hm. Try curling your finger in. Like, after you enter, curl it in towards the front of my vagina. Look:” Still laying against the pillows, she put her hand up, gesturing in a ‘come here’ motion.

Seems simple enough. He knelt back down to position, placing one hand on the sheets for stability, and with his other hand, he prodded at her entrance teasingly so that he could hear those desperate whimpers again. Then, he slid a wet finger in and curled into her–

“Mmmh, yes! Just like that!!“

–The front walls of her vagina were bumpy and swollen, like a sponge absorbing its maximum capacity of water. He repeated the motion of curling his finger against the rigidness, clearly sensitive from the way Pin moaned, frail and delicate, like wind passing through windchimes. He moved his finger out and repeated the motion of sticking a finger up along her walls and curling it towards that sensitive spot with a gentle pace, its texture rough compared to the smooth walls that pulsed around his finger.

Even with a single finger, Pin had never felt so good. She’s touched herself many times before, but having no control over the finger that prodded against her g-spot and the mere fact that it was Coiny of all objects doing this– It made the singular finger grazing her fill her with an indescribable bliss.

And then, the sensation doubled when Coiny inserted a second finger, curling it in with the first.

“Coiny!!”

It was embarrassing how easy it was for such a strong, heroic leader like her to be broken apart, shaking and mumbling like a weak little thing. All it took were two of Coiny’s fingers, knuckle-deep and curling against her sensitive spot over and over and over.

Abruptly, he pulled out, leaving Pin empty. She whined.

His fingers were drenched in her slick, milky and sticky and–out of pure instinct–Coiny stuck both fingers into his mouth, circling his tongue to lick them clean and taste the salty, earthiness of her fluids. Coiny drank in the sight of Pin’s fluids spilling out her cunt in a milky stream, his now-hard dick rubbing against the sheets and resisting the pathetic urge to thrust.

The juices flowing from her cunt sent his mind into overdrive,

And he wanted more.

Uncurling from his kneeling position, he leaned down, legs flat against the bed and his forearms supporting his weight as he aligned his flat exterior against her flat base and began to lick droplets of ooze that rolled just beside her pussy, its taste salty and tangy.

"Are—Are you–???"

"What? Your ooze actually tastes pretty good." he licked as close to her lips as he could without grazing them.

The sudden shift in sensations for Pin–going from cloud nine to shuddering from the teasing, pussy pulsing with the want for more– drew out a high, needy whine from her. "T-That's–" she couldn't speak, the sensation bordering beside her cunt which was so hungry for his tongue.

And finally, like her prayers had been answered, Coiny moved to lick a long stripe up across her outer lips.

Pin gasped. Goosebumps shivered across her body, trailing down to her soft outer lips that Coiny continued to lap with small, kitten licks.

It was too much yet not enough.

For a split second, the sensation of his tongue disappeared—

—Then, with his tongue pressed flat, he positioned himself on her vagina to lick up, slow and sensually, weaving up along every fold to press against her clit.

“Aah! Yes!!”

The fluids spreading onto his tongue were so delicious and so excessive that each time he licked flat along her cunt, he had to pull his tongue in to swallow the buildup of slick. Her folds tasted metallic and earthy and Coiny could feel himself become addicted to the taste because how could he ever go without this again.

But most addicting of all were Pin's fragmented moans, ringing shakkily throughout the room. He wanted to take care of her to the best of his ability, and mint, he would take care of her forever just to hear her lewd noises and feel her quiver under his touch.

He was desperate for more.

Curling his tongue inward, he used the end of his pointed tongue to lick up her vulva and circle around her button, coaxing a breathy gasp from Pin as he circled her clit.

More more more. He needed more.

Coiny pulled back, swallowing the slick that pooled on his tongue, and stared at her folds, awestruck. They shone from her juices mingled with his saliva and flared out like blooming petals, pink and thin and oh so delicate.

He closed the gap between his mouth and her cunt to suck her lips in his, gliding up her pussy and sucking all the while.

Pin's throat had been through enough strain and she was sure that Coiny would have her losing her voice by morning by just how much and how loud she moaned. Each new sensation of Coiny’s mouth on her was so much, and she could feel herself unraveling like worn rope, strand by strand with every touch, lick and suckle.

“Aah, you're s-so dirty-“ Pin gasped as Coiny alternated from licking and sucking her folds.

He pulled her lips as he let go, “Hey, aren't you the one that fantasizes about me?”

If Pin could see Coiny’s face, which was hidden behind her base, she’d see how he averted his gaze and pouted his bottom lip before admitting: “Actually, I take that back. I-“ he flicked her aroused clit with a finger, “—I do the same thing. At night, before I sleep.”

“R-Really?” Pin breathed so quietly that Coiny almost missed it. “What do you think about?”

“Um, kissing you, eating you out.” But he didn't miss the way Pin whined as he spoke. “And…and, y’know—“

“Fucking me?

“Y-Yeah.” he removed his finger from her clit to lean down and press a kiss on her moistened lips. “Is that bad?”

“No. I've thought the same.”

“Really?” Coiny’s voice rang in surprise. He, very lightly, thumbed over her clit, Pin squeaking.

“Of course I have–” The scorching fog in Pin’s mind made it hard to think, and she didn’t think before she spoke, “-I’ve thought of us in every position possible. Every scenario possible.” Her breath hitched and tapered into a whine when he flicked her button again. “I j-just can’t get enough of you.”

“I, um…” Coiny froze.

“Maybe I shouldn't have admitted that…”

“No, I’m glad you did, It’s hot. And the feeling is mutual.” Coiny pressed a kiss onto her lips, smiling into her pussy as he spoke, “You’re addictive Pin, you know that?”

And, with his lips in an "o" gesture, he took her clit in his mouth, sucking.

Sparks flew from her clit throughout her body as she choked out ragged moans.

He really was learning as he went, and the intensity of his suction on her clit made Pin grateful for it because It was so good. "So good so good s-so good—“ she babbled without realizing because it wasn't possible to focus on anything but the sensation that ran through her body, growing hot and sending sparks that threatened to burst in her core.

Coiny popped off her clit, face still at eye-level of her pussy. "The noises you make are so beautiful, Pin,” he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze and used his other hand to rub delicate fingers against her entrance, “Everything about you is so beautiful. I don’t want anyone else hearing you like this, ok?”

And, like a beautiful symphony of pleasure, Coiny pressed two fingers up to curl them against her sensitive spot and dove back down to suck on her clit, simultaneously curving his fingers into her.

"C-Coiny!!”

Heat built in her gut, so warm and full and her legs shook because her sick body could not handle how intense the buildup in her core grew the more Coiny abused her sensitive spot and overstimulated clit. So hot so hot it felt like her plastic was melting because everything was so hot– the air, her face, her body, his fingers, his mouth. She was sure her brain was melting, too.

And she was close. so close, Coiny could sense it from how tightly her walls clenched around his fingers.

"Coiny! Cumming, cumming!"

The squelching and suckling noises that filled Pin’s hearing were drowned by a ringing.

Her vision,

The heat threatening to burst in her core,

Everything was white.

All it took was one last curl and one last suck to fray the strands keeping Pin intact. She unraveled completely and the burning heat in her core burst and spread throughout her shaking body, blossoming as a blissful warmth and traveling through her core to her pussy as it pulsed around Coiny’s fingers that fucked her throughout her orgasm.

Her body shook. Her nerves burned.

Her warmth gushed out to drench his fingers.

And everything went quiet.

The ringing in her ears faded, replaced by the trembling breaths slipping past her lips.

Her vision slowly adjusted to the familiar ceiling as she lay there, mind jumbled and the orgasm still lingering in each of her senses like a whisper.

"Coin-y," she breathed.

“You’re incredible, Pin. Wow, I–” Coiny curled up from his kneeling position and shuffled towards Pin, and when he noticed her face, he felt his arousal twitch: eyes glazed over with a glassy fog, mouth hung open and panting. He’d never seen her so disheveled.

Coiny gulped, persevering through the heat rushing to his groin. “How are you feeling? I didn’t overdo it, did I??”

“..You,” Pin rasped between breaths, gaze trailing down to the sight she’d grown hungry for–

“-You’re hard….”

“Uh, just ignore it, it’ll go down.”

Pin’s glassy eyes watched his cock, hardened and flushed. And maybe it was greedy of her to want more after Coiny put so much effort into pleasuring her, but she was insatiable when it came to him. “We can…continue.” Pin kept her head resting against the pillows, taking quiet breaths in and out, staring at Coiny’s erection all the while. “Y-Y’know, reenact the rest of our fantasies.”

Coiny laid down beside her. “You’re sick.”

“...That doesn’t mean anything.”

Pin seemed almost…offended? Though with the constant ooze dripping down her forehead and the obvious ache of the muscles in her shaking legs, it was clear this was the best place to stop.

But to Pin, in that moment, there was no such thing as a stopping point.

Coiny pressed a hand against her side, turning Pin to face him and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Maybe another day. You should get some rest.”

“…But I’m strong, I can handle this.”

“I know you’re strong, I have no doubt about that. You’re just too worn out right now, so we—”

—In an instant the words were knocked out of Coiny as she pressed both hands against him and pushed all her weight onto his, making him fall back onto the pillows as she held him down in place.

“Ack! Pin?!”

“Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I can’t handle more.”

Both Coiny’s wrists were pinned down, her grip tight and slimy.

Sitting up, her grip from his wrists loosened as she positioned herself to sit down on his exterior, right beside his arousal. Tauntingly. Wetness from her base stained his copper-

And she began to lift herself up—

—only for her weak legs to give out under her weight. She lost balance and tipped forward, face planting into Coiny with a clank.

“Ow...”

“Pft—“ Coiny quickly covered his mouth.

“Are you laughing at me?!”

“Pft—no! Well, actually yeah.”

“Coiny!”

“Sorry! You’re just too cute!! Here—“ he scooted to make room for Pin on the bed, then gently rolled her down, her head meeting the pillows yet again. “You don’t have the energy for that.” He wrapped his arms around her back and kept some distance between them as he whispered, “Let’s go to sleep.”

“But I want this…I still feel it.” Pin’s gaze trailed down towards her base. He followed her eyes, and while from this angle they couldn’t see below her base, it was clear what she was alluding to.

Coiny gulped. He really shouldn’t, even if she’s trying so hard to show him that she wants it.

And truthfully, he wanted it just as badly.

He averted his gaze—

“Coin-y…”

—And when he looked back, Pin was the slightest bit closer to him, Her eyes heavy-lidded and fogged with a hazy film.

“…Yeah?”

“This whole time I’ve been sick I-” she coughed, “I’ve dreamt and fantasized about you…In dirty ways. While you were in the kitchen, I wanted to, uh, y’know, touch myself to the thought of you. And I thought about how you were outside, and If you could hear me, and I…I got excited. Really excited.”

“Oh, that’s, um–” Coiny’s face went red. “Why are you telling me this?

“Sorry, should I have not said anything?”

“No no! I’m glad you did, but it’s just really sudden.”

“Is it?”

Pin leaned into him, his hands around her back becoming clammy and spreading sweat onto her ooze-covered casing. She reached a tingly hand to cup his cheek as Coiny usually did and he jumped, the tension in the air so thick it made it hard to breathe and Coiny was sure his brain was malfunctioning from lack of oxygen.

“Coin-y, it’s because I…I want this. I want you. I want you so badly I think I’m going crazy.”

They made eye contact. Pin got closer. “Do you feel the same?”

“I-” Coiny nodded, “Mint, of course I do.”

And closer

“Ok then–“

Closer, now pressing against his aching erection.

“—Take good care of me, Coin-y.”

In an instant he lunged forward, an arm against her back pressing her in as he placed slick-covered lips against Pin, allowing her to taste herself. Their lips slotted so perfectly, as if they’d kissed a million times. Pin hummed contently into their kiss, moving her lips with his in a delicate rhythm as she grinded against the hardness poking at her and swallowing the moan Coiny released.

And yet, unlike their previous kisses that evening, this one was a little different. It was carnal, yes, but the way they moved in such harmony, taking the time to memorize each other's lips and the way their tongues moved felt more…intimate.

Not intimate in the sense of navigating their desires for each other—no, they’d done that enough tonight— it was…warm. Warm and hazy, making them both melt into their own little world from the sheer emotion and admiration their lips conveyed against each other. What emotion it was they couldn’t quite navigate, but all they knew was it felt right.

Their tongues circled and Coiny held her waist into him as she continued to grind against him at a slow, calculated pace. He sucked at Pin’s lower lip with such gentleness it sent flutters to her stomach.

Coiny pulled back, “Do you need more prep?” The hand on Pin’s waist trailed down towards the flare of her base.

“N-no,” she rasped, placing small kisses over his exterior as she rolled against his erection, her movements becoming hasty, “Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

With one last kiss on her lips, Coiny got up.

“Can I move you to the edge of the bed?” Coiny asked, hovering above Pin and wrapping his hands around her waist again. “I think it’ll be easier for me.”

“W-Whatever. Do whatever, just hurry…”

He got off the mattress and lifted Pin by her waist to place her at the edge of the mattress. Her base hung from the edge of the mattress for easier access, and the chill of the air hit against Pin’s throbbing cunt.

and Coiny, took a moment to savor the sight-

And wow— he just couldn’t get enough.

Couldn’t get enough of her glistening folds, her wetness highlighted by the silver shimmer peaking through her window. Couldn't get enough of the way her slick dripped down onto the edge, dirtying the area beneath her.

His stomach churned with nervous anticipation and sheer want.

Precum dripped from Coiny’s arousal and Coiny pumped his secretion across his length for extra lube. Not like they needed it with how soaked Pin was.

Coiny gripped her waist with one hand and held his dick in the other, moving down along her folds to line up with her entrance. The feeling of his tip pressing tauntingly against her hole has Pin’s cunt pulsing and her body igniting with long-due anticipation

“I’m-“ he couldn't believe this was happening, “—I’m putting it in, ok?”

Pin sucked in a breath through her teeth, “Get on with it.”

And Coiny, with as much delicateness as his shaky body could muster, pushes the tip into her heat, and the pressure of her walls squeezing around him is already so intense it makes him growl, low and guttural as he closes his eyes because he already feels so much. His breathing hitches. Standing still, he merely relishes the heat around his tip.

“Are you gonna move?” Pin breathes beneath him—

“Y-yeah, sorry.”

— prompting him to roll his hips, inserting himself into her inch by inch and feeling every part of her.

The swell of his dick throbs against her walls and Pin moans, scratchy and serene as Coiny slowly inserts the entirety of his length into her walls. And she sucks him in so hot, so tight that he feels his body go numb and he’s sure he’ll suffocate from just the pressure alone.

From Coiny’s angle, just above Pin, he can see the way she closes her eyes and sucks a breath. When he pulls back halfway to roll into her again, he observes how his cock disappears and is sucked into her folds and how when he pulls back completely, her fluids gush out to lube his cock more than it already was. Her head lolls back and drool spills from her red, swollen lips.

“M-Mint, you’re gorgeous.”

Dreams and fantasies hardly did the real thing justice, Pin realized, when Coiny slowly inserted himself again–The stretch of her walls aching around his girth, his dick throbbing when he inserted himself fully–It was all so euphoric. So overwhelmingly perfect.

And Coiny took his time with her, thrusting at a gentle, leisurely pace. A pace that already sent the pleasure in his core boiling and Pin moaning.He pulls back just as slow as he enters, her fluids allowing him to glide easily, but the way her walls clench around his dick turn his thoughts to static and he isn't aware of the way he thrusts into her so fast a loud 'clank' echos throughout the room when his copper hits against her plastic.

Pin screams, so raw and husky It floods Coiny’s ears and he twitches inside her.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to…do it that hard,” Coiny mutters between breaths then fucks her with as much precision as he can muster. While he would love to thrust with more force to hear Pin scream from ecstasy again, he moves slowly, careful not to hurt her trembling body.

"W-Why'd you slow down?" Pin reprimands, voice shaky.

“You’re sic–”

“I don’t care about that!!”

Her hips slap forcefully against him as he’s entering and Coiny groans when her plastic hits against his exterior so quick he begins to see stars.

"I want this! I want it so badly I don't care how I'll feel afterwards!!!” Pin snaps. “Just please-"

Coiny pulls out, tip catching at her opening, and with as much force as he can, he slams against her, the clank of their exteriors drowned out by Pin's scream tapering to a moan.

"Y-Yes! Like that!"

By this point, with how much tighter she's clenching around him, the intent to be careful dissipates into the steamy air and Coiny pulls out again to clumsily thrust into her with more force. She engulfs him, so quick and tight and hot that his brain begins to short-circuit and he tilts his cock upwards as he rams it into her, fucking into that spongy area inside her with so much force Pin shakes beneath him, moaning and gripping the sheets.

It was so much–

–the sounds of wet squelching

–the smell of musk and sweat wafting through the room

–their moans intertwining like a harmony

–And the heat. Sweat drenched their bodies because the air was so hot it felt like they were melting into each other.

Grunting, breathlessly, Coiny fucks into her, aiming to hit against her g-spot again and again and again and again.

For Pin, it's better than anything she’s ever felt up until that point. He's so hard and thick and filling her so deeply, and the sensation overrides her to the point she can only focus on the way he thrusts into her, forgetting completely about her fever and the aching of her muscles.

"You're so good! S-So perfect!” Pin chokes out as her body rocks from how frantically Coiny rolls against her. “So perfect for me, Coiny–!”

The ooze from Pin's base stains his exterior again as he slams into her, his flat exterior slotting against the flatness of her base as he fills her up. He observes the way her cunt swallows his dick whole, in and out, and he doesn’t register the drool that drips from the corner of his mouth because that sight is just so delicious it needs to be indulged in it.

Using one hand to grip tightly at her edge’s rim, he uses his other hand to play with her swollen clit.

Pin lurches further against the pillows as moans spill out her.

He grips her edge harder for stability as he continues to buck his exterior against hers, loud clanks of copper and plastic drowned out by the moans Pin rasped out into the room so beautifully when Coiny circled his thumb over her clit.

"Coiny!" She was so full. So complete. “Coiny! Coiny!!”

“Y-Yeah, just like that. Keep moaning my name just like that.” He twitches against her g-spot. Then pulls out completely– “So gorgeous. You’re so unbelievably gorgeous–” to clumsily roll into her with unrelenting force, knees buckling. “So strong, so brave, so talented so determined so heroic–”

It was overwhelming. It was all so overwhelming. Pin’s mind ran at a million miles an hour, yet she couldn't conjure a single coherent thought. Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a split second, she could almost pretend like he belonged to her. Belonged to her in a way that transcended their status as best friends.

"Coin-y,” She mutters under her breath, the small sound drowned by thrusting and groaning.

“Pin. Pin! I’m…I–”

Their pace grows frantic. Uncoordinated. Desperate–Coiny ramming into her and teasing her clit without rhythm and Pin rocking her base towards him because their release was right there, dangling in front of them and overtaking their bodies.

Coiny's dick twitched like a heartbeat inside her as her walls closed in on him.

"Pin I–” He rolled into her, knees buckling.

"I love you!"

Pin froze. Her lids fluttered open to find his eyes on hers.

Coiny continued to thrust, the taste of relief right at the tip of his tongue. "I love you I love you I love you I-" And he doesn’t realize what he’s saying because that all encompassing heat and Pin’s beautiful orchestra of moans is making his mouth move on its own to express the only thing on his mind right now. The only thing on his mind always.

It made Pin ram into him just as he entered.

And that was enough for the world to stop spinning.

For their vision to go black.

For boiling pleasure to spill from Coiny and fill her up with hot, white pleasure, filling each and every crevice.

So full. She was so warm and so full– Her own pleasure released with one final thrust to her g-spot, Coiny thrusting into her throughout both their releases

And all that mattered was the pleasure,

The feeling of his copper against her plastic, coming to a gradual halt,

And the object above her, filling her up so well it felt like he belonged in her. Like they belonged in every aspect of the word:

"I-I love you too-" She rasps out, voice strained and rubbing against her sore throat.

Coiny thrusts weakly one last time.

It takes them a moment to steady their breathing.

For the world to start spinning again.

And for their senses to fall back to reality, the fog in their mind and vision fading into the air of the chilly room as they exhaled quivered breaths.

“Pin–” Coiny whispers between breaths, eyes still glossed with the aftershocks of the most mind-numbing orgasm he’d ever experienced. He pulls out just an inch, and that slight movement alone is enough for them to whimper at the slightest bit of stimulation against their sensitive, worn nerves. “-How are…you feeling?”

“G-” Pin starts, “G-...Go–” but doesn’t finish.

“...Did you lose your voice?”

She nods under him.

“Oh…”

The air of pleasure around them began to fade and the iciness blanketing the room became that much more noticeable

The fuzziness in Coiny's mind clears up enough for his obligations, which were quite important obligations, to fade back into his mind.

"I shouldn't have been so rough with you, Pin. I'm-" He pauses when he begins to pull out again, a rush of their cum spilling out of her, milky white pooling down the edge of the mattress where Pin lay, and Pin tenses around him as that fullness inside her grows empty. "I should've been a better caretaker. I'm sorry–"

And he looks over to gauge Pin's reaction--

-Only to catch her glaring, eyes sharp.

"Sorry! It's true!! I mean, I should've been more responsible."

She pouts.

‘Are you serious??’ Coiny reads in his mind.

"N-No– yes!! I don't regret it, but I do regret treating you so roughly...”

‘Shut up’

Coiny chuckles, the deepness of his voice breaking and rasping. "Ok, fine. I'm glad we did that." Coiny crawled into bed to lay down beside her, the sheets dampened with sweat and slick, and Pin scoots towards him, extending her arms and wrapping around him to bathe in the warmth his copper retained from their…strenous activity.

"Are you cold?"

She didn't respond, pressing her body against him.

It felt so natural, the way she embraced him, fingers running along his back to caress his shiny copper and leaving tingles wherever they traced.

The feeling of her fingers came to a gradual halt. Coiny cleared his throat.

"U-Um–" His voice came out meek, "I um–should we talk about this?? Y'know, uh–”

Really meek. Like, unusually, is–this–really–Coiny? meek.

Pin stayed silent.

"Yeah, ok, best friends don't usually cuddle. Or kiss hands," He wrapped his own arms around Pin, "or kiss on the lips, or have sex, or admit they love each other while having sex,” Coiny blabbered. “But I–I meant what I said. It was pretty embarrassing…I wish I confessed to you properly and not like…that.”

Silence.

“...Pin?”

And when he went quiet, only the sound of soft, rhythmic breaths remained. She breathed into him.

“Are you sleeping?”

…

“But I need to clean up,” he whispered to a sleeping Pin, a sticky feeling of ooze, cum, spit and sweat around his body and on her sheets.

Coiny sighed, gently pushed Pin off him, and got up. Already well-familiar with her home, he went to her closet to grab clean sheets and additional rags. He cleaned Pin and himself quickly, lifted Pin to place her on the dining chair as he changed the sheets, then, after his tired body could finally rest, he brought Pin into bed and crawled in beside her, snuggling against her.

It was lucky Pin cast the blanket aside earlier. Somehow, miraculously, it wasn’t dirtied. So, Coiny lifted the blanket to cover them both and wrapped his arms around Pin.

Quiet breaths brushed through the air between them, and Coiny closed his eyes, feeling the way Pin’s chest expanded against him and his own breathing synching with hers.

“Goodnight, Pin,” he pressed a kiss on her cheek. “I love you.”

A breathless, violent cough was what woke Pin up the following day. Her heavy lids fluttered open to the golden sun shining through her window, overlaying the room with a warm, orange filter.

And it took her a second to notice the heat pressing against her, Scorching hot.

“Ow!”

She backs away from Coiny, eyes shut in a deep sleep and metal exterior on the verge of boiling.

…So why is he shivering?

“C-Coi–ny—“ Pin opens her mouth to speak, but her throat and words crack into a vague semblance of his name.

So she opts to shake him violently (As violently as she can, because even though she wouldn’t possibly admit it, her body felt incredibly weak).

And he wakes up, eyes fluttering—

And they only fluttered halfway as his gaze lingered on her, “Pin,” the rest of the room falling away. He smiled, eyelids crinkling.

“A-are—“ she coughed, “Y-“ her voice rasped before disappearing. Completely.

Coiny’s mind was hazy that he didn’t notice the way Pin tried to communicate telepathically:

‘Are you ok? You’re burning up.’

“I–” Coiny opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He opened again, yet only a strangled noise managed to escape his mouth. His vocal cords didn’t cooperate with him, and instead of a reply, he felt a tingling in his ‘nose’ and–

–“Achoo!”