Stanley x Narrator smuts

Memory lane~

Note: This story takes place in the memory zone.
CW: obsession
Enjoy~
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Stanley and The Narrator were walking down the memory zone before they decided to take a seat on a bench. The Narrator leaned his head on Stanley's shoulder and hummed. "Sleepy?" Stanley wrapped his arm around him. "No, just relaxing." He nuzzled closer. Stanley was surprised how close The Narrator was getting. He practically buried his face in his shirt.

They sat there for a moment before continuing. They walked to the small cabin to look around. As they walked around, Narrator got distracted with looking over some old photos of the Parable.

Stanley wondered off into a different room and saw a pink door. "Weird... I've never seen this door before." He thought to himself. He walked in quietly and saw lots of photos of himself. Even ones of him sleeping. "Really... weird..." he thought. He saw a journal and his curiosity grew larger. He picked it up and read it. His face started to grow hot as he read.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. It made him jump and drop the journal. "You're not supposed to be in here." The Narrator spoke. "S-Sorry I got curious." He chuckled nervously. Stanley was suddenly pushed into the wall and The Narrator pushed his body against Stanley's. "You read it, haven't you?" He whispered closely. He felt something poke his inner thigh, he chuckled and smirked. "I'm guessing you did~" he grinded his thigh on Stanley's erected boner.

"You must be so pent up~ you've never ever touched yourself once~" He toyed with him. Stanley covered his mouth as he huffed. He was indeed pent up like crazy, and very sensitive. Stanley whined as his cock twitched from the teasing. "Please Narrator~" he begged.

The Narrator got on his knees and pulled down Stanley's pants and boxers down to his knees and nipped his thighs. He then gave small kitten licks to his cock, then to the tip. He easily deep throated Stanley's dick. "D-Damn~ awh~ I-I didn't think you could- ahh~ take 6 inches- mmh~ at once~" he moaned. Narrator pulled back a bit and jerked him off a little. Keeping the strokes slow. "Not so satisfying when you can't cum~ do me a favor and I'll let you cum as much as you want~" he jerked him faster.

"O-Okay! Fuck! I'll do whatever you want!" He arched his back. "Never leave me and I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything you need." He almost begged. He had been lonely for so long that he wanted Stanley to stay.

"W-Why would I leave? Y-You're- mmh~ my Narrator. Aaaah~" he replied. Narrator smiled softly and sucked him off again.

Stanley's legs refused to hold him any longer, he sat down and The Narrator stripped them both of their bottoms. He grinded himself against Stanley. "Y-You're throbbing so much~" Stanley lightly gasped. Soon Narrator got up and slowly seated himself. "Ahh~ fuck that's tight~" he fully sat down. He pulled a small bottle of lube out his coat pocket and sat back up. He lubed Stanley a bit more and sat down. Stanley grabbed The Narrator by the hips and thrusted upward. He panted like a wolf in summer.

"Cum. Narry, you can cum." Stanley went rough. "Oh shit! Ahh!~" he arched his back and came on Stanley's stomach. He kept getting fucked until Stanley filled him up. They sat there for a few moments as they both caught their breaths.