"Oh, welcome back. How was class?" ...is that a dumb question. That's probably a dumb question.

"It was alright. I didn't do the homework though." He does not sound like he feels particularly guilty about this.

...homework. Right. He should... maybe do that? At some point? 

But first. "Can I suck your dick?"

Doyoon splutters for a few seconds. "Just like that??"

"Is that a 'no'?"

"No! I mean yes! I mean I want you to suck my cock!"

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"Excellent. Please don't judge me, it's my first time." Even though the summary memories of house life suggests otherwise. 

Now, what happens when he walks over to where Doyoon is, gets down on his knees, and unzips him? Is he going to have Subjective Experience Of Sucking Cock inserted directly into his brain?

If any insertions of anything into anything else are about to happen they're going to need to be a lot more intentional than this.

Oh good. Okay. He can in fact make real sex happen, rather than just pretend timeskip sex. He's about to suck a straight guy's cock, that's exactly how the world should be.

Straightish.

...they're on the ground floor, Peter's just remembered. And there's a window straight to the pool area. If anyone cared to look here, it would not be hard at all for them to see this happening.

That's a pro, not a con, he decides.

Fuck.

Love wins: it turns out that even though he has no objective memory of having acquired this skill, he still has procedural knowledge of how to bring a boy to climax with his mouth!

When Doyoon finishes on Peter's face, cheers erupt outside.

Well that drives Peter over the edge.

Doyoon looks out through the window then back down at Peter and says, "Whoops."

"Whoops is right," Peter replies wryly, voice tight and breathing heavy. He licks Doyoon clean then his fingers and hops to his feet. He doesn't bother stowing his dick away, opting to just kick his trousers entirely off instead; half the frat just saw it anyway, his pretenses at propriety are unnecessary. "I'm gonna go wash my face upstairs."

Doyoon is pulling his pants back on, himself. "Sure." He pats Peter's head. "Thank you. That felt nice."

"Always happy to be of service."

Upstairs he goes, then, grabbing his phone on the way to check whether his Simmit post had any replies.

His post was taken down for violating rule 5, "No trolling or joke questions."

...wow. Fuck you very much? But he's not going to, like, appeal the decision or anything—is that even something you can do, he wouldn't know how to if it were. He's still considering the possibility that it just happens that everyoe in this fraternity is special in some way and once he talks to people outside it it'll be fine.

Anyway, he'll wash his face and then, uh.

And then uhhhhhhhhh.

He's not sure what to do next.

See, normally he thinks that he might've, you know, gone back downstairs to socialise or something, but he's kind of not really feeling it? With these people? On the other hand he's not really feeling the idea of trying to go out and do something else instead either. 

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He'll do his homework downstairs by the pool, how about. That way he's something adjacent to sociable without actually paying attention to the way they talk.

Yeah, sounds like a plan.

That decided, he changes into his swimming briefs—is there even a point, he doesn't know—and grabs his homework to go sit at one of the tables by the poolside and work on it. Maybe it's a bad idea and he'll get it wet but guess what, he doesn't care, class was fake anyway.