A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

It Was Gonna Be Shit Because I Already Wrote Lemons Today But Fuck

"Write a scene that uses the words 'name' and 'wrapping.'"

y'all I was gonna write a lemon for this but I already wrote a lemon today

we're gonna pretend I've slept sometime in the last two days  

Edge's toes curl into the white sheets, his body jerking awkwardly in reaction to Lancer's teasing. His wrists and ankles are tied to the bedposts, leaving him splayed out and vulnerable.

He fights his restraints once again, Lancer's tongue against his flesh becoming too much for him. He wants the blonde in more intimate places, more private places.

Lancer knows this well, but still choses to torture his uke with slow, sensual kisses all over his body and thorough massages.

Edge can't force his breathing to steady, he gets excited just looking into Lancer's eyes.

That is, until Lancer nibbles gently on his ear and blindfolds him.

Relying on his other senses only makes him more aware of Lancer's actions. His skin sparks every time the taller so much as breathes on it, and he longs to feel his touch.

"Lancer..." he whines, shivering as Lancer squeezes his thighs and releases them over and over again, relaxing his aroused body.

He's so warm, but he wants the burning lust he knows he'll feel soon. Lancer presses a few more lingering kisses to his neck, then moves up to meet his lips.

He didn't know he could be so starved for something. His allows his mouth to drop open, inviting Lancer's tongue.

He emits a few soft moans as Lancer kisses him roughly, but loves it all the same. He feels the ropes on his ankles being loosened, and before he knows it Lancer is inside him.

He screams, wrapping his legs tight around Lancer's back. He loves the way the blonde slams into him, their lips pressed against each other forming murmurs of the others name.

He feels his ass exposed to the open air, Lancer holding his hips and rocking his vulnerable body.

Every small action makes him scream a new note, a beautiful song to Lancer's ears.

"Harder~! Fuck me harder~!"

Each thrust leaves him gasping for air, but he begs for more anyway. He can hardly breathe as Lancer gives him exactly what he wants and all he can do is moan the seme's name.

His incredibly lewd noises melt together and he closes his eyes, every nerve alight with euphoria.

Lancer kisses his jaw slowly, comforting him as pain he chooses to ignore plagues him. He knows it's there, but pleasure is so much kinder, so much more addicting.

"Shit, I can't-!"

Lancer loses it before he can pull out, Edge's name sweet on his tongue.

Feeling Lancer's hot seed sets Edge off, back arching from the once clean sheets and cumming messily on the two of them.

Lancer kisses Edge's forehead.

"Sleep well, love."

nvm i wrote a lemon oops