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“If you win—” Freo's voice breaks off, then he swallows hard. “If you win you can put it in. Later.”
Kaelix’s breath catches. That spark in his chest flares bright. He hadn’t been sure how he’d play. He still isn’t. But he wants to win more now than he ever has. It’s Freo’s last season and Kaelix wants him to see it, to know how good he can be and remember him this way.
“And if you win?” Kaelix asks, barely able to keep his voice steady.
“If I win,” Freo says, “no sex until finals are over.”
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- Part 1 of nice pitch
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28 Apr 2026
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What’s a guy to do when you find out your new next neighbor is hot and might like you back? For Freodore, who just wants to keep enjoying the peace of his corner unit and be able to keep his cam work neatly under wraps, the answer is simple: retreat, regroup, and pray the universe will stop putting Kaelix Debonair of Unit 303 directly in his path (it does not).
For Kaelix? It’s a little more complicated and involves leaning into a self-imposed and somewhat accidental campaign to win over his gorgeous but likewise guarded next door neighbor (and his cat), finding increasingly creative ways to capitalize on their run-ins to make him look twice, maybe even thrice, and if he’s lucky, look long enough to notice that they’ve actually been looking each other the same way this whole time.
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28 Apr 2026
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Kaelix was supposed to be a beta. Easy, normal, nothing complicated—at least that’s what everyone (including him) believed. Until his body proves otherwise in the worst, most unexpected way possible and it includes a neighbor, a professor named Zeal Ginjoka.
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Kaelix is left at home while his partner is out on a business trip.
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16 Jan 2026
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EYSYESYEYSEYSYEYSYYESYYESSSS NEEDY KAELIXXX EYSSEYSYEYSYEYEYYEYSYEYS
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“Thighs, huh,” he hummed, watching his hands and how you seemed to unconsciously squirm against his grasp. “I think I get it.” He ducked his head closer to your ear, his voice quiet but sly- the tone he knows to only use to drive you insane. “If I were to put something between those thighs and see you tighten and squeeze around it until it breaks, I think I’d go insane too,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against your neck.
In which you learn that your boyfriend had cracked a watermelon between his thighs. And you are totally normal about it.
AKA- You jump his bones (and he likes it).
Bookmarked by AllyzaLabella
29 Nov 2025