Writing Skill Yeeted Out A Window (Lightning Stone x Radical Star)

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Rad is an actor who is v stressed and needs to chill out

technically for kokosawa but i mean you requested this a year ago...

"Don't pretend with me," Lightning groaned, grabbing Rad's wrist. "I know you're fucking stressed. Let me help you!"

Rad tore his wrist away. "I don't need your help! I can take care of myself, thanks."

Lightning crossed his arms. "Alright, then suffer. I could calm you the fuck down, but apparently you don't want me to."

Rad growled uncharacteristically. He was usually one of the nicest modules to be around, and one of the most normal ones.

It pissed off the taller blond that Rad refused his help. "Maybe you need a massage," he suggested, striding across the small but luxurious hotel room to sit by Rad on the couch. Before the smaller could do anything, Light was kneading thoroughly between his shoulder blades. He moaned at the blissful and unexpected relief, egging Light on.

"St-stop! I won't let you!"

Light only laughed at that. His head was already filled with lewd thoughts of what he could do with Rad.

Already, Rad found Light's fingers closing around his throat, chased by a passionate kiss. To hell with preparation, Rad ripped off his shorts/pants/whatever the fuck they are. He felt Light inside him almost immediately, a steady rhythm of their hips eliciting loud noises from both of them. It's quite prompt and they could legit serve as percussion for the school band if they really felt like it but that's kind of an awful image if you think about it too hard or if your girlfriend is an amazing percussionist in the school band and you're kicking yourself for even thinking up that analogy or whatever it was.

Rad was never much into sex, but right now the pressure in his stomach was killing him and he needed nothing more than that explosive release. His hands flew up to cover his flushing face. He came with a loud scream and fuck you SD this was requested in September and you're only writing it now and for the love of fuck this is such a badly written lemon.

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