can u draw johnny c and edgar vargas makin out sloppy, straight demolishing each others mouths, using tongue and teeth and everything, just fuckin dripping and drooling and slobbering all over each other?
TW: SUGGESTIVE (Ednny - Edgar x Johnny)
The person who asked this, you won the lottery, because I was so excited to draw JTHM stuff again that I decided to make a mini comic with the sketches I had. The next ask's will be in the same format as before, sketches on paper.
I hope you like it, it was a lot of fun and I really liked the result
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La persona que preguntó esto, ¡Se ganó la lotería!, porque estaba tan emocionada por volver a dibujar cosas de JTHM que decidí hacer un minicómic con los bocetos que tenía a la mano. Las próximas preguntas serán en el mismo formato de siempre: bocetos sobre papel.
¡Espero que les guste! Me divertí muchísimo haciéndolo y realmente me gustó mucho el resultado.
can u draw johnny c and edgar vargas makin out sloppy, straight demolishing each others mouths, using tongue and teeth and everything, just fuckin dripping and drooling and slobbering all over each other?
Silly EdNny Sloppy Kiss anon! I cannot draw... I can do this however:
For a man who double checked before crossing the street, Edgar surely knew how to take risky decisions as of lately.
What sort of train of events led him to lie on Johnny's couch that evening and even worse, on Johnny's slender frame itself, will be a mystery forever. But he was there and there was Johnny and the haze of doubt, violence, suspicion and fear had cleared just enough to let the weak traces of curiosity shine through the fog over a not so unfamiliar tension that had grown between them.
The thread that bound them grew tighter, pulling them dangerously closer every second, and the thumping of Edgar's heartbeat wasn't loud enough to silence the electricity coursing from his temple to his groin.
This was happening. And it was happening now.
The first touch was fast and brief. For the desire was alive and present but the instinct of self-preservation had not become so muted yet. Johnny's lips were thin and dry, chopped and a few scars crossed them. They felt like soft sandpaper over Edgar's whose tongue did not hold and ran it over them.
A salty, irony taste lingered in his mouth. Was that blood? Was it even Johnny's?
The maniac grunted below him, Edgar's heart skipped when the other's tongue brushed his, Johnny's eyes were closed and his brow so tightly burrowed that Edgar feared his skull would crack. If Edgar's inner battle was violent he could only imagine how bloody Johnny's was.
Edgar felt Johnny panting against his mouth and without a second thought he went full in.
Days and weeks and months he had desired this. Johnny's mouth was warm, wet and tight, he could feels his jaw tremble as their teeth clenched and their tongues clashed, Edgar's low moans and whimpers went in cadence along Johnny's grunts and harsh pants.
Edgar closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of every inch of Johnny's touch, he leaned in closer and heard a little crack, Johnny's hands frantically ran over his sides, digging his nails into his flesh. Edgar panicked and got up from him and only then he noticed that his own body yearned from air.
Johnny gasped loudly and panted as if he had drifted ashore, his hands turned into fist, grabbing at Edgar's shirt. He clung on him, Edgar noticed Johnny's unfocused gaze, and blushed thin cheeks, his now plump reddish lips linked to Edgar's by a thin transparent shiny thread.
Johnny's eyes finally met his. Deprived of anger and fulled with want. A silent plead that would never leave his lips. A need that he wouldn't, couldn't air. Please, just please... please more.
Whatever this was, it was not over.
Edgar leaned in again, if they were going to drown, they would drown together.
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THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO! Attacked by the EdNny Sloppy Kiss anon, farewell anon, may your chaos spread.
