More Modules Get Penises Shoved Up Their Assholes

I Am Extremely Stressed Out I Must Write Smut

Ahahahaa

my school's drama club which I'm part of has our production this weekend

five hour rehearsals

and I have a fucking works cited page due on Friday morning

problem here is we have to have all our research done by that time, but motherfuckers where's the time for that shit? I spend about thirteen hours a day at school this week, so at this point fuck sleep

that shit's not happening

but I'm also stressed af so while technically this is a distraction I also really really really need to write some good old smut

Edge throws himself down on the bed with a groan. He's stressed as fuck, and what he'd love right now is a good pounding from Lancer.

Unfortunately, Lancer isn't home.

Exhaling frustration sharply through his nose, he lays on his back, tearing at his clothes.

With a bit of struggling, he strips impatiently, spreading his legs and moaning at the cool air against his half hard cock.

He breathes in slowly, sucking his own erotic energy down his throat and filling his lungs. He holds it in, then exhales slowly, hot breath skimming through cool lips. He runs his tongue slowly over them, tasting only his hunger to feel Lancer's tongue against his own.

Taking in another slow breath, he lets it escape him again in a needy, breathy moan. Again the humid air collides with his cooler lips, and his breathing grows heavier with arousal and lust.

He threads the fingers of his left hand through his soft ginger locks, tugging at them desperately and longing for Lancer to do it to him. He wants his man to grip his hair in a tight fist, pull him close in his possessive manner and kiss him roughly to the point of almost passing out.

He massages his neck to loosen any tension, imagining Lancer's lips and teeth teasing hickeys into his fair skin. His hand travels to his shoulders, continuing his thorough rubbing motions. He squeezes his smoothly sculpted shoulders, tingling beneath the touch under the mindset that it's Lancer pleasuring him.

He can feel his heart fluttering excitedly against his chest, and he can feel the warmth of his lewd actions. He can feel his oversensitive nipples without touching them properly, only brushing over them with the lightest brush of a finger. The small action still results in a loud moan, and Edge is soon a sweating, blushing mess.

His graceful hands, so talented, travel expertly down his body, from tracing the just defined muscles of his chest and stomach, to running his fingers along the ridges of his hip bones. He sits up partially, paying extra attention to his incredible thighs, thick and oh so gorgeous, marred by a few claiming bites of Lancer.

He loves it when Lancer fondles him, and receiving massages from the man is one of his favorite activities. His thighs earn Lancer the most satisfying results, and depending on the day's events, a back massage produces the same result.

Finally, he chooses to soothe is aching arousal, stroking himself slowly. It takes all his self control not to go too much faster. His free hand wanders up and down his body, setting nerves on fire and making him shiver. Licking his lips once again, he pushes out a beautiful song of desire and lust, back arching upward for his hips to meet his hand as his strokes increase in speed.

His nails dig into his sensitive flesh and he hisses, dizzy from the pleasure. He's undoubtedly a masochist. The pain sends electricity dancing up his spine, and he cried out.

"Lancer~!"

His tongue hangs out a bit as takes his wandering hand and shoves two fingers into himself, craving so much more. He quickly adds a third finger, but he's not satisfied. Nothing but Lancer can sate his hunger.

Agitated, he scrambles to his hands and knees so that he might get his fingers in deeper. Her succeeds, but not by much.

He gives a shriek of frustration and pleasure, hips bucking wildly, matching both his thrusts and strokes.

"Fuck~ Daddy, I need you~!"

"Hm?"

Edge flushes redder than he already is, feeling Lancer's familiar warm hands gently squeezing his waist. Instead of being ashamed and sitting though, he dips his back, flaunting his ass.

"I want Daddy to cum inside me~ Ahh~! Oh-Ohhh~!"

Lancer yanks the ginger's head back with a death grip on his hair. "Naughty, aren't you~?"

Repositioning himself, Edge moans, begging for Lancer's thick cock. It's usually sudden, and today is no exception. Edge screams Lancer's name, sheets and bed covers bunching up in his grip.

His mouth hangs open, tongue slipping out and dripping with glossy saliva. Beautiful green-blue eyes glaze over with euphoria, and he moans to his heart's content, expressing pleasure but also manipulating his partner to fuck him harder.

"OH~!"

"Found it, did I?"

"Fuck me there~!"

Lancer obliges. He'd seen the entirety of Edge's little "performance" from before, and as a result is madly horny,

He admires Edge's perfect body, enjoying how his hips slam against Edge's slutty ass.

"Punish me~!"

Lancer growls, roughly sucking hickeys into his sharp shoulder blades. He brings his hand hard down on Edge's ass, and the ginger promptly cums with a satisfied moan. With a few more thrusts, Lancer releases his seed inside and crawls beside Edge.

He embraces his living sex doll and kisses the boy passionately.