ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

I Can't Write Oops

"How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?"

Despite Edge being part of a rival mafia, and one of the most deadliest weapons on that note, Lance found he could not kill him.

Not because Edge was too skilled for him, oh no.

Somehow or other, in the shadowy blanket of night, he found the dangerous ginger in his bed.

Edge was clinging onto him, legs locked around his waist, arms clutching his shoulders while he fucked the screaming ginger.

Their lips locked in a passionate, messy kiss, tongues melding together in lust, glossy saliva bridging their hungry lips together.

Edge's body was covered in hickeys, results of several nights just like this.

He was the one who started it.

When his mafia took Lance captive, he'd been in charge of guarding the blond from escaping. The first time started with them staring each other down on opposite sides of the bars until Edge grabbed Lancer's shirt and kissed him hard.

It escalated quickly from there.

Lance moans approvingly as Edge cums on both of them, releasing his own seed into the sexy Mafioso on his lap. It's their third round of sex, and it shows with how red Edge's lips are, and how Lancer's previous releases drip down his thighs.

Panting, Edge kisses him softly, seeking only his embrace. Lance cuddles him close, kissing back.

Edge may be dangerous, but Lance will not kill the one he loves.