through the brimming hole of my fickle heart

alternate

a/n: i edited things a bit, but the main bulk of the fic is still there

also thank u so much for the comments from before, i hadnt realized ppl still commented on this, as well as my other works :") sorry i havent replied to call of them, though :(

also god i wish my brain wasnt this horrible ;;; i suck at writing anyway omg. yeah this is rpf but like ill never impose this on them legit that would be the weirdest shit. i respect them so pls ._.

anyway this is pretty vague and incoherent but gay so enjoy i guess :")

(if u could also read slowly thatd be better since everything's so vague i guess ww)

a/n: im so unsatisfied w/how i write eddy wwwww i cant get his dialogue right dammit lmaoo

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warnings: nsfw

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"There," Brett sways a hand at the camera he's just set up, slumping into his seat. "What're we doing again?"

Eddy looks away from his laptop, peering at Brett curiously. He makes an off-handed remark - "Pretty much all we do in this set-up is roast, now."

"Mm. Yeah, fair point. Okay, y'know, let's just start."

(No, they still read through their subreddit in their current set-up. They both forgot, probably because they haven't done an episode in a while - just wait 'til their editor calls them out.)

Brett usually watches the thing they're roasting alongside Eddy before they start filming, but he's been busy, hence. He thinks he'll be able to keep up though, even if Eddy will be doing most of the pointing out and scrutinizing, among other things.

Cue intro.

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Quiet, slow, muddled throughout the night... Half-clothed, hot breaths mingling, hearts searing...

It's a gradual sort of pleasure, skin prickling at each touch, heat rising as Brett slowly moves against Eddy, rocking his hips...

Eddy swears, breathing out barely a whisper - "Ah - shit...that's...mgh -"

"Good - ?"

"Yeah - just, keep going...oh - ah fu...fuck - "

Brett hooks his arm around Eddy's neck and pulls him into a kiss - one that's slow and sensual, but brimmed with fervor, invading all their senses, one that desperately lasts. Eddy feels like he's drowning in this physical pleasure, Brett pulling out the deepest guttural moans with his skilled tongue, his entire body throbbing delicately beneath him. They break away, gasping for air -

"S'okay...ngh - it's okay, just come when - hah - "

As it happens, something about everything shifts - he's so sure of it, because -

"I - I'm gonna - " Eddy hisses, breath tensing as he realizes what the hell he's done, reaching out to Brett's thighs for dear life. "You can't just slow - down - "

Somehow, at this change of pace, they're racing towards the precipice of pleasure.

"But it feels good, right? Feels - " he punctuates with a slower thrust, " - good."