Hmmm, can I hear about good friends?
YOU MAY NOT
ok you may. but I know this ask was sent with nefarious intent.
NSFW snippet below lmfao
There’s only so much perfunctory protesting Gus can do before he surrenders to Ewald’s touch, his hot hands sliding underneath his shirt, running rough across his chest and shoulders like he wants to claim his stake. It would be useless to pretend he’s never wanted this, never thought about how Ewald’s hands would feel on his body (frantic and insistent), how his hair would feel under Gus’s fingers (thick and stiff with his styling paste), how his voice would sound when they collapse onto the bed (raspy and thick with want).
“Fuck,” he pants when Ewald climbs on top of him. “Ewald–”
“You want this?” he says huskily. Is that a question or a statement? Ewald’s knee pushes roughly between Gus’s thighs until it rests against his crotch, pressing hard onto his cock. Gus whines, his hips jerking into the pressure. “The way you’ve been looking at me…”
What can he say to that? The desire in Ewald’s voice is so thick and heavy, it makes Gus’s head swim. Fuck any alcohol in the world, fuck Erlory Maroon and the coke Petr Vectern gets from his Valgish dealer. This is better than anything he could ever take, making him feel so high, so powerful, so wanted. His mind turns off completely, his body taking over; he bucks his thigh into Ewald’s cock, feeling it already hard through the fabric of his trousers. The sound he makes is enough to convince him to do it again. Something like a strangled whine, almost a sob against his lips as Gus’s hands find the buttons of Ewald’s shirt. His own shirt is already hanging loose on his body, unbuttoned and half-untucked, but he longs to feel Ewald’s skin against his.
