More Modules Get Penises Shoved Up Their Assholes

AFU CKIG DONTU

for Whit3Heart

Edge is perched upon his favorite white couch, none other than the sacred FUCKINGCOUCH.

He's mildly surprised when Lancer enters the living room blindly, balancing three large boxes containing a total of thirty-six piping hot, fresh doughnuts.

A Chocolate Iced Cake doughnut is clenched between his teeth. Setting the boxes on the ground, he tears off a bite of its fluffy innards, moaning from the warmth and the happy shiver it sends down his spine.

The vulgar sound causes Edge's attention to instantly snap to him.

Taking the doughnut between two fingers, the blonde pokes his tongue through its hole, slowly licking icing off.

Satisfied by the red dusting of Edge's cheeks, Lancer pulls it away from his mouth. "I know what you want."

Edge lays his hands in his lap, gripping the ends of his jacket in attempt to hide his crotch.

Lancer approaches, knowing well of Edge's arousal. "You want a doughnut!" he says instead, watching the ginger's shoulders relax.

He offers Edge a Glazed Chocolate Cake doughnut, which the younger accepts.

Instead of simply handing him the ring shaped treat, Lancer chooses to feed him instead.

Lancer had wrapped the boxes with colorful ribbons, though Edge pays the fact no mind.

Without thinking, he allows Lancer a seat on his beloved FUCKINGCOUCH.

"Don't focus on my hands," Lancer instructs. "Focus on my lips."

That's just the problem, though. Edge is already focusing on his lips.

Lancer holds one side of the doughnut gently between his teeth, offering it so that Edge can eat the other side.

It's a decent enough distraction as Lancer peels off Edge's clothing.

Upon having his uke naked before him, he massages the ginger's gorgeous thighs, pulling moans from the younger that make his heart beat faster.

He feeds Edge the rest of the doughnut, then smirks at the chocolate coating his fingers.

He experimentally pokes his middle finger into Edge's mouth, pleased when the boy begins to suck on it. He shoves in his ring and index fingers, amused by Edge's eagerness to clean them.

With his free hand he gives Edge back his jacket, which the younger puts on to cover himself once more in embarrassment.

Lancer tells him to turn around, and so he does. The blond sings Seisoubakuretsu Boy to himself while Edge pretends that those ribbons he noticed earlier aren't being used to bind his arms behind him.

He shudders, the aspect of being tied up exciting him. He soon finds Lancer's lips against his neck, wet tongue rolling forcefully against his skin.

The contact makes him squirm from the sensation, breathlessly uttering Lancer's name.

"You're so sweet, like a Strawberry Frosted doughnut," Lancer comments idly, nibbling gently and teasing for a bite.

Edge's cheeks dip darker in red color, and Lancer pins him down against the white couch cushions, overpowering him like the cinnamon overpowers the sugar in a Cinnamon Sugar doughnut.

Edge is rather sweet after all.

Even so, both boys search for a much spicier kiss, hot and messy. It's all lustful tongues and a collision of lips and teeth.