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Grilled Cheese

for Whit3Heart

i want grilled cheese

coulda written this better kinda mad about that but too lazy to fix

art by Saegome bc crediting artists yeet

Edge happened to be craving grilled cheese and yes we're going to ignore the fact that it was like one in the morning he just wants grilled cheese okay.

So anyway he's making grilled cheese.

"What're you doing?"

Edge gives a small shout of surprise due to the arms around his waist and the question whispered in his ear.

He's just taking his grilled cheese out of the microwave (don't even ask), and so it sits on the counter as he recovers.

"Lancer, you scared the living shit out of me!"

Lancer smiles, resting his chin on Edge's shoulder and hugging him tighter. "But what are you doing? You realize it's one in the morning."

"What are you doing then?" Edge shoots back.

"Why are you so cute?" Lancer muses, ignoring the question and running his fingers through Edge's ginger tresses.

Edge blushes, and though Lancer can't see it, he's perfectly aware. His free hand drops, massaging Edge's crotch.

"Lancer, what are you doing?" Edge blurts louder than he intends.

"Hmm?" Lancer pays no mind to the outburst, gently kissing Edge's neck.

Edge mentally curses himself for releasing a suppressed moan.

Lancer kisses rougher now, and it's obvious he's going to leave a mark. Several, if he wants.

Edge grabs his wrist before his hand can enter the younger's pants. "Not here. Not now. It's 1 AM, remember?"

"But you're the one moaning."

Edge grits his teeth. He can feel Lancer grinding against him, showing him how hard he is.

"Come on, Edge," Lancer whines. "Let's have a little fun!"

"No, Lancer," Edge groans. "Leave me alone."

"What, so you can jerk off in private? Where you can moan my name and I won't hear you? I know you do that, by the way."

Edge flushes crimson, finally turning around to face the blonde. Lancer immediately lifts him onto the counter.

He sits there obediently, knowing that he can't resist Lancer now.

He can't look at the other boy as he feels the buttons on his shirt being undone, the zipper of his pants, anything.

Before he knows it, he's sitting with his shirt and jacket undone, chest exposed and legs bare.

"You're so pretty," Lancer breathes, taking it all in with silent awe.

Edge will never admit how much he loves Lancer talking to him like that.

He also loves it when Lancer talks dirty.

He shivers as Lancer kisses his thighs, massaging under them with loving hands. Still, it's so close to an area he wants so badly to be touched it drives him insane.

Lancer knows this, but also wouldn't mind torturing his uke right now. He presses kisses up Edge's stomach, moving further up until he larches on to a collarbone, sucking roughly at a spot that makes him moan.

"Lancer..." Edge whimpers, clutching the seme's shoulders. He gives short gasps as Lancer leaves a trail of hickeys up his neck, then kisses up his chin to meet his lips.

"I love you, Edge."

Edge only responds by pulling Lancer closer, he's lost his ability to English in his pleasure ridden body. "Iniibig kita," he mumbles, becoming engrossed in Lancer's passionate kiss.

He feels Lancer's tongue pushing and flicking against his teeth, a tidal wave of lust itching to force it's way in.

His mouth is flooded when he allows Lancer access, the seme is all he can taste. He doesn't pay any mind to the saliva running down his chin, and he's breathless.

He loves being breathless.

He kisses Lancer like the world might explode if he doesn't, insatiable hunger for Lancer's kiss driving him five times over insane.

Finally Lancer pulls away, leaving a desperately pleading Edge. The uke's requests are a jumble of incoherent whimpers, Tagalog, and English.

Amused, Lancer bends over, taking Edge's length halfway into his mouth, moving excruciatingly slowly.

"D-dammit~!"

Lancer grabs both of Edge's wrists in one hand, continuing to cruelly tease the helpless ginger.

"Lancer~!"

Lancer flicks his tongue against Edge's tip, making the younger jolt, kicking out. Shaking his head, the blonde takes Edge's discarded belt, using it to bind his wrists.

Edge continues to squirm as Lancer manages to swallow his entire length. He can't help himself, it feels too good.

"You're this close and we haven't even gotten to the real thing yet, kinky slut," Lancer smirks, watching Edge shudder at the aspect of being called such a name. He knows the ginger loves it.

A shock of pleasure makes Edge flail, upsetting his grilled cheese as he and Lancer tumble to the floor.

"Rough sex on the floor it is, then," Lancer remarks, eyebrows raised at his uke covered in melted cheese. "Hot."

He pounces on the other boy, whose ass is in the air, cheek against the cold tiled floor.

"Aahhh... Lancer... Lancer~!" he shrieks as Lancer thrusts himself inside with no warning. He moans, squeezing his tearing eyes shut as Lancer yanks at his hair.

"Sing for me," Lancer whispers, pulling Edge back by the hair then releasing such a tense hold.

Edge shakes beneath him, moaning his name repeatedly, desperate for a climax.

Lancer pounds into him, a stream of dirty comments sprinkled with sweet ones feed themselves to Edge's waiting ears.

Having already been close to a climax anyway, Edge's back arches and he's about to scream Lancer's name when Lancer shoves three fingers in his mouth, demanding him to suck on them.

He does as he's told, a chorus of lewd moans escaping as he hits his orgasm, Lancer still fucking him through it. He still screams through Lancer's fingers as the seme slams into his prostate, doing so until he releases with a deep groan of Edge's name.

The two are exhausted, but Lancer still helps Edge into his lap, releasing his wrists.

Lancer's seed still drips out of the ginger's ass, but neither of them could give less fucks. The blonde slowly begins licking cum and melted cheese from his uke's body, though the cheese is beginning to cool.

"I love you too, Lancer," Edge replies to the proclamation Lancer had made earlier. "But for fuck's sake, now I have to make more grilled cheese!"

"That can be arranged."

"I don't trust that smirk."

Edge seems to be catching on.

Lancer grins.

hhh i cant endings dammit