(Read the end for authors notes! also sorry for any spelling errors, I wrote this pretty quickly.)
"Damn, today went really damn slowly. Good thing the whole shoot was fun, though." Ian sighed from his room in the Smosh house, sprawling his regular clothes along the bed. "Yeah.." Anthony responded, watching Ian silently as he fixed his own wardrobe. The thing is, Anthony didn't have a change of clothes because he's an idiot, he totally forgot. Nice one. And the clothes he did bring are smelly and stained from todays shoot.
"Uh, dude. Think I could borrow a shirt or something? 'Don't care which." Anthony spoke as he knocked on Ian's now closed door. No answer. Anthony decides to quietly open the door, and through the crack, lies Ian. Legs open, skirt pushed to the side of his ass cheek, and two of his fingers thrusting in and out of his enterance. Precious whimpers and whines coming from the boy.
"Oh..fuck. Mm." I guess Ian didn't notice when Anthony choked back whatever sound he was about to make as he watched his bestfriend pleasure himself on the bed they shoot videos on.
"..What the hell are you doing?!" Anthony finally spoke up, Ian quickly looked up, keeping eye contact with Anthony, continuing to put two, oh, now three fingers into himself. Flipping around, now on his back. Tilting his head back whilst still looking straight at Anthony's eyes with a blissed out look on his face, eyes heavy.
"A-Ah..I..I knew you were watching, A-Anthony..--" Thrust, "but I kept going, fuck, I s-saw how you looked at me the whole shoot." Thrust, deeper this time. "I-I..I need you to take care of me."
Anthony wasn't sure what came over him but whatever it was he's glad it did. Because before he knew it he was walking over to his exposed best friend, replacing his fingers with his own. Starting with two and eventually three, Ian was already unraveling.
"Don't come. Want you to come from my cock, Ian. Would you like that?" Anthony said, stripping out of his own maid outfit, but keeping Ian in his. "Mhm, oh, please. Fuck me, ugh. Shit, Anthony." Anthony hissed, flipping Ian on his hands and knees on the bed, slapping his ass harshly. "Master, to you." Anthony slapped him again earning a yelp from the boy.
"M-Master! Ohh, master.." Finally, laying Ian down on his back, Anthony slid down Ian's precious little skirt down his delicious thighs. Now on his knees, licking and kissing along them. Just the way he knew Ian liked. "C-Can't take it any longer, Master. Need your cock." Ian sounded desperate. He was already so close to the edge and just the thought of how Anthony can make him this way makes Anthony's pants tighter and the air thicker.
With that, Anthony quickly grabbed some lube from the drawer beside Ian's bed, leaving Ian sprawled out on the bed, horny and wet. "Hurry, dammit." Ian's voice was husky and needy.
Walking back over to Ian, Anthony lubed up his own length, before pushing into Ian. Anthony loved this part, watching his length force into Ian's tight hole while Ian fell apart before his eyes. "Oh! Master.." Ian moaned along with some whimpers.
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Aaand that's all I got. I never finished this but it's inspired by the delicous maid outfits Ian and Anthony wore in one of their recent videos. I thought I'd just post this unfinished smut since I haven't posted in ages! NEW CHAPTERS OF SLAVERY SOON, so look out for that!
