"Imagine Person A of your OTP is working and isn't paying attention to B, who is being impatient and whiny. B leaves and A is relieved that they finally left.
B sits on top of A's desk with their legs wide open and is completely naked. A isn't paying attention.
A says, "[B's name], I thought you had finally left. Now, I am trying to work and I don't need your dis- oh god."
To which B replies with a smirk, "I'm sorry, what was it you were saying?"
What happens next is up to you."
no prompt yesterday cuz i spent the entire fuckin day drawing and now the drawing dosne't i dont like ittttttttttt hhhhhhhhh
"For fuck's sake, Edge, I don't need your dis- oh fuck."
The ginger smirks, stroking himself and moaning loudly. "Touch me~" he invites breathily, hands running down his upper body slowly, showing himself off.
Lancer sighs, undoing his pants to free his arousal. "I have to work, dear. Can we do this later?"
Edge's smirk drops, and he lets his bangs fall in front of his face. He crawls mutely off the desk, then runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Lancer sinks down in his chair, half-heartedly palming himself to ease his erection. Unmotivated to continue working, he slowly makes his way up to their shared bedroom, where he knows Edge is.
"Edge?" he knocks quietly, but enters without waiting for a response.
Edge is curled up on Lancer's side of the bed, hugging the blanket and sobbing softly. Lancer wraps his arms around him, kissing his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry-"
"You never have time anymore. You're always working, it's not fair! Fuck your work, I want you too. You're mine! I wish... I wish you'd get a new job. It's not like I don't work, I do, so you could get a new job. A job where there's a time for work, but then there's still time left for me... I know, I'm selfish, wanting you to myself like this but I... I miss you..."
Lancer hugs him tighter. "You're not selfish, you're an angel. I miss you too. I miss doing even the littlest things with you. I miss sitting down to eat with you, going to bed with you, waking up with you... I miss you!"
Edge kisses him suddenly, so hungry and desperate it catches Lancer off guard. The lightest of touches makes Edge shiver and moan and that's how Lancer knows how truly touch starved he is.
"Hold me," the ginger pleads brokenly, resting his chin on Lancer's shoulder.
And so he does.
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