ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

You Took The Strings

"Lancelot, flannel, aeronautics."

this time they're part of the same mafia

Edge sat obediently on the foot of the bed, the trained, obedient soldier he was. His mafia had taught him strictly to obey orders, and so he did.

His face betrayed no emotions, a blank stare as he awaited instruction. Lance had recently been promoted to one of the squad leaders, and Edge was under his command.

Edge was the better soldier, but Lance was the better strategist.

The ginger didn't move a muscle as Lance caressed his cheek. "You know why you're here?"

"No, sir."

Lance pushed him on his back, crawling on top of him. He pinned his wrists down, succeeding in bringing some color to Edge's cheeks.

"S-sir?"

Lance kissed him.

Long and hard, Lance kissed him fiercely.

Edge was clearly flustered, but forced himself not to react. "Sir...?"

"I want you," the blond said simply, grabbing his subordinate's ass.

Edge bit his lip, undeniably aroused. "A-anything you need, sir."

"I need a toy~ A doll, if you will~"

"Doll...?"

"I want a living sex doll~ And you're the one I want~"

Edge moaned as Lance ground against him.

"A-ah~! Sir~!"

Lance smirked. "Wait until I put it inside you~"

Edge's moans were muffled as Lance mashed his face into the sheets, groping his ass hungrily. He raised his ass, a silent plea for something filthy.

Without warning, Lance slammed into him, making him scream. He gave loud moans in response to Lance's actions, fuck this lemon this isn't going anywhere and I'm lazyyyyy