Sanders Sides Smut based on a cursed chat

Demile

"Why aren't there any new episodes..." Emile whined quietly, sitting on the couch, scrolling through the cable and his phone simultaneously. Deceit walked up from behind the couch, looking at what he was doing. Cartoon scrolling, grumbling about Steven Universe having no new episodes for a long time. No other cartoons were pleasing Emile. Deceit had an idea. Don't ask why he did, but he did search the wonderful world of PornHub and found a video that he thought would please Emile a little. Possibly help his thirst for those pastel women in his favorite show. Maybe some other thirst, too.

Deceit walked into his bedroom with a laptop in his hands. He giggled a little to himself. After gaining complete composure, he called out, "Oh Emiiiile~! I found something~!"

Emile rushed out of his seat and all the way to Deceit's room, "Oh? What do you mean? What did you fiiind~?" He giggled. Deceit smirked and turned the laptop to Emile, playing the video. Emile's hairs immediately stood up and his face faded into a tomato red. He could feel a little bit of drool leaving his shiny lips. Those same lips quivered slightly as he stiffened up. He bit his lip, and took the laptop out of Deceit's hands, setting it on the bed beside him.

"Oh? What's wrong~?" Deceit still had a smirk brighter than the sun above us plastered onto his face as he stared at Emile's, still very red. Emile was shaking for a second. He took a quick breath, as he seemed to be thinking. He suddenly leaned forwards a little bit, resting his hand and knee on the bed. Deceit looked up at the lanky, much taller male with thought, but a slight bit of anticipation because he knows what he started.

"I'm sorry, Deceit, but..." Emile talked while still biting his lip. "After...That...I feel like...I can't control myself..."

"So I've let the beast out," Deceit smirked. He didn't feel like lying right now, so he spoke honestly and seductively. Emile nervously chuckled, resting his other hand and knee on the bed beside the smaller, snake-like side. His breaths were starting to speed up, as he just stared Deceit in his multicolor eyes, with his own multicolor eyes. Deceit's yellow eye quickly shined, followed by Emile's blue eye. Deceit grabbed Emile by the tie, pulling him forward to a kiss. Their saliva mixed together, and they could taste each other's past meals. Deceit tasted like garlic and fried tuna, while Emile tasted like bubblegum.

Deceit untied Emile's tie, but still keeping their lips touching. He unbuttoned Emile's jacket and undershirt, then moved his lips from Emile's lip to his neck. Emile felt a jolt from the pleasure, his legs flinching slightly. He used his free hands to pull Deceit's pants down, which was easy from Deceit's lack of a belt. He went to pull his underwear down, but he realized that Deceit didn't wear any.

"Commando?" Emile asked.

Deceit raised his head up from Emile's neck and as high as it could go, which was his chin, "It's just a thing I do. You never know." Deceit gave Emile a smooch on the chin. "Back to the point, sweetheart." He talked like they were dating when they really just were friends. Emile needed relief and Deceit was horny as always, so neither had any complaint. Emile took off Deceit's cloak while Deceit removed Emile's pants and boxers. Emile then took off Deceit's shirt. All of the clothes were left on the floor, and Emile's "excitement" was clear as day. Emile just couldn't hold himself in and got closer and closer, their naked bodies pressing up against each other. Deceit was slightly overwhelmed by Emile's weight, first trying to just lean back a little, but he ended up falling backward. Emile, overwhelmed by his urges, got up from the bed and quickly turning Deceit around. Deceit never even had the chance to speak or react. But he knew.

Emile felt the urge was too strong, so he had to dom no matter what. And he delivered just that. It didn't take long for Deceit to feel Emile's boner far up his ass. Deceit bit his lip; he wasn't a fan of giving in. He did not like his own sub ways, so he tried to act like he wasn't going to give in. However, Emile just thrusted and thrusted. Deceit's sharp teeth pierced his lip, leaving it to bleed. "Ow- Aaaah~! Fuck!"He hurt his lip too much he couldn't bite it, and he just let go. He licked his own blood from his lip, letting out a moan or maybe two in the process since he was constantly licking up the blood from his bleeding lip over time. Deceit suddenly felt it, "Ow!" he yelped before...

"Dammit," Deceit muttered. Cum dripped down his legs and dripped all over his bedsheet. "This is why I clean my own bedsheets," he still muttered. "Emile! Can...Can you stop now?" He shouted.

"Okay," Emile nodded, slowly separating himself and sitting off to the side. He took a long, happy sounding breath. "I feel...So much better~!" He giggled. He turned to Deceit. "You alright?"

Deceit sighed, "How is it possible you made me like being a bottom...?"

"Dunno," He laughed. "Nonetheless....." He thought for a second. "No homo?"