A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

I Wanted To Write Smut So I Did That

"'I'll give you the world.'

'It's not yours to give away.'"

All he can think is damn, he's so fucking sexy and he's all mine.

Lancer raises his eyebrows, legs crossed, sitting on the end of his bed.

Edge shyly creeps into the room, face flushed as he walks quickly across the room, kneeling before the blond.

"You promised me I could have you tonight," Lancer reminds him, not that he's forgotten. It's impossible with the constant reminder in the form of a collar.

He plays with said collar now, a nervous habit. He glances up at Lancer, his insides burning up quietly with a filthy hunger.

"Why don't you show me one of those strip dances of yours?" Lancer smirks. "You know, the ones you practice when you think I'm not at home or when I'm not looking?"

"How did you-?"

Lancer shushes him with a single finger, pushing it through the younger's lips. He gives a satisfied "Hm," when the boy sucks obediently.

"Strip for me, gorgeous."

Edge rises, cheeks flushed crimson in embarrassment.

Haltingly at first, he lets his hips sway back and forth until he finds his rhythm. The rest of his body follows fluidly, and he unbuttons his jacket.

His long jacket slides off his shoulders, slipping down his arms until it's a heap on the floor. Lancer doesn't react, so Edge picks at the buttons of his polo.

One by one, they come undone until the ginger's toned chest and abs appear, not plainly obvious but all the same present.

Lancer licks his lips when Edge's hands linger at his upper chest, delicate fingers toying with aroused peaks.

A slight gasp slips out of the smaller, his lips parting in the miniscule pleasure he gives himself.

He knows Lancer will give him more, so much more.

His shoulders peek out as the polo's sleeves slither down his arms.

Reaching up, he frees his hair, letting it spill out of its ponytail. He wasn't wearing shoes in the first place, and is now left with only his pants between him and his lover.

He hadn't bothered with underwear for this, not when Lancer would toss them aside like the useless distraction they were.

Lancer smirks, beckoning sweetly to him and patting his lap.

Edge obeys, straddling the blond's lap and grinding his hips against him. His upper body still sways, and he remains obedient and submissive as Lancer leashes him.

His breathing falters as Lancer kisses his neck fiercely, up and down continuously, sucking hickeys into the perfect, porcelain skin.

Edge cries out softly as teeth sink into his flesh, only further marking him as Lancer's bitch.

"Touch yourself."

The demand is made as Lancer squeezes Edge's thighs, rubbing them slowly and purposefully, extracting long, low moans from his eager slave.

Edge runs his hands along his skin, running fingers across his ribs, along his hipbones, over his thighs so that Lancer grabs his wrists.

He shoots Lancer a look of pure innocence.

The blond snarls, pouncing on his masochistic uke. Edge moans in delight, the aspect of being pinned down only turning him on more.

The filthy noises make Lancer reconsider, and the ginger's pushed off the bed.

He lands on his hands and knees, just how Lancer wants it.

Edge remains the good little pet while Lancer ties his arms behind him in an elaborate web of rope and knots.

His pretty face pressed against the floor, he sticks his ass higher in the air, leaving Lancer with the desire to rip off those black pants.

Instead, Lancer grabs a fistful of hair, forcing Edge back into a kneeling position. Grabbing his jaw, he kisses him roughly, forcing his tongue through willing teeth, dominating the poor boy's mouth and hope of breathing.

Edge's lungs heave for air, but Lancer won't let up, teeth clumsily tugging at his lips. The ginger feels his lip split, metallic red flooding his mouth, but both are too hungry for each other to care.

Lancer devours his lips and tongue possessively, never finding enough. Nothing can satisfy him, Edge is too beautiful.

Finally deciding to be merciful, Lancer pulls away, and Edge lets his tongue hang out of his mouth, saliva dripping off it. Whose saliva it is remains a mystery.

Lancer shoves four fingers in the boy's mouth, a silent demand to suck on them. The ginger responds with obedience yet again, and Lancer teases those fitted black pants off, revealing the gorgeous ass he's been craving all day.

He fumbles with his own clothing, knowing nothing but the need to fuck his pretty little toy into oblivion.

Edge screams on entry, but bucks his hips all the same, moaning loudly at the penetration.

His mouth hangs open, tongue lazily caressing Lancer's fingers still deep in his mouth.

Lancer rocks his body hard, their mad lust slamming them together, uniting them as one.

Edge nearly screams when Lancer adjusts his angle, hitting his prostate dead on. He really does scream when he feels himself getting close.

"LANCER~! LANCER I'LL GIVE YOU THE WORLD~!"

Lancer yanks his hair, kissing the side of his mouth and talking against his lips. "It's not yours to give away."

The teasing words send Edge over, and he cums violently, half sobbing, half screaming Lancer's name.

He doesn't complain when Lancer pulls out, laying him over his lap.

He moans as Lancer slaps his thick, slutty ass, over and over again, turning the skin bright red from the impact.

"You like that, whore?"

Edge nods, shivering at the name. "I'm Master's whore," he speaks up filthily, cock twitching at the idea. "Master's slave. Master's pet. Master's plaything. Master's slut."

"And you're my love," Lancer states softly but firmly, leading Edge to a sitting position once again. Their lips collide in a sloppy kiss, Lancer repositioning Edge so that the ginger faces him in his lap, sitting on his still erect cock.

Edge moans into the kiss, grinding his hips against Lancer once again. "Cum for your dirty, horny, slutty bitch," Edge murmurs, finding his mouth filled with Lancer as soon as he finishes the filthy words.

He feels Lancer groan against him at the same time as he's filled with hot, sticky love, Lancer's love.

They continue their kiss for a few minutes more, Edge barely breathing from how involved they are.

Finally, regretfully, they part lips, Lancer leaving a final kiss on Edge's forehead. "I'll take care of you, love."