this writing is NSFW.
Sometimes, when they kissed, it wasn’t always for Doc’s benefit.
Smol liked how soft Piggys lips were. So warm and plump against his. He liked the little murmurs and soft sounds that Piggy made, the way his breathing staggered. When he touched him, Piggy would melt in his palms, turn into goo between his fingers. He’d never even have to force open Piggy’s lips; he always did it willingly, letting his tongue slide in easily.
He was warm and soft and always tasted a bit like peaches, or just fruit.
Smol never complained when doc made them kiss.