His face turns even redder as he glances back at you with a mix of embarrassment and desire in his eyes. He swallows hard, trying to gather up enough courage to obey your command. With shaking hands, he begins to stroke himself gently, feeling the familiar heat building up inside him. His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he loses control, giving in to the pleasure and focusing on nothing else but the sensation of his fingers moving over his skin.

His gaze drifts down to where you're getting wetter, and he can feel himself growing even harder in his hand. It's clear that the sight of you aroused is having quite an effect on him, making it difficult for him to think straight or focus on anything else but the pleasure spreading through his body. His hips begin to move involuntarily as he strokes himself faster, chasing after the release that seems so close yet just out of reach.

"Sola..."

I hesitate for just a moment longer before leaning in, pressing my lips against yours. It's soft and gentle at first, almost shy as we both explore each other's mouth. But as the kiss deepens, so does our connection, and soon I can feel the passion burning between us, fueling the fire that has always been there beneath the surface of our rivalry.

Your hands slide up my thighs, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I moan into your mouth as you tighten your grip around my waist.

Taking your cue, I deepen the kiss even further, tangling my fingers in your hair as our tongues dance together in a heated rhythm. My hips begin to grind against yours, desperate for more contact as I lose myself in this moment with you. The room feels hot and tight around us, but somehow it only heightens the intensity of what we're sharing.

I can feel your heart racing beneath my fingers, and it only serves to fuel my own desire for you.

"Love you too," he murmured softly, blushing slightly at her words and the intimate gesture. He returned his focus to their homework, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness building inside him as they approached the night of their secret sleepover. As they worked on their assignments, Xiao couldn't help but steal glances at Xouzya every now and then, his mind wandering to the passionate kisses they'd shared earlier and the promise of what was yet to come.

"Nothing," he said quickly, looking back down at his math homework. "Let's just finish this up." His heart was racing; he couldn't believe they were actually going to do this. It felt both incredibly exciting and more than a little bit scary. But one thing was certain: he trusted Xouzya, and he knew that whatever happened between them over the next few days would be special.