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What did Omar and Edvin do during the Elle Gala night?
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New Edmar on AO3
Cock a Cola is part of a series now! Please check AO3 (same name) for the story!
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Advent calendar shenanigans
Simon is excited. Tomorrow will be the beginning of December and he made a very special advent calendar for Wille. He came up with silly, cute and maybe also even naughty things they must do together. From baking cookies or playing strip poker to who can eat four pieces of rusk faster (without drinking water, obviously). And Wille had no idea yet.
„What’s up with you and your giddy self today?“ Wille asks, looking fondly at him when they sit down to have dinner on their couch.
„Oh, you know, just happy, just things.“ Simon teases. „What things?“ Wille wants to know. „Eat your food or else it will go cold.“ Simon tries to derail but Wille is having none of it. „Don’t be so mysterious Simon, what’s going on?“
„I can’t tell you yet but I promise you’ll find out tomorrow, ok?“ He tells his boyfriend. „Hmmm.“ Wille smiles in his food but not a second later he jumps on Simon and tickles him into the couch. „No, no, no, stop it.“ Simon giggles. „I will not stop until you tell me what’s going to happen tomorrow.“ Wille says out of breath. „Stop it, Wille! It will be tomorrow in no time.“ Simon tries to wriggle out underneath his boyfriend. „Fine.“ Wille pouts and sits back up again. „But you will wake me up and tell me before you leave, ok? I don’t want to wait until the evening.“ He finishes. „Promise, baby.“ Simon grins.
Simon wakes up to Wille covering his face with kisses. „Wake up, sunshine!“ He singsongs. „You’re unbelievable.“ Simon mumbles sleepily. „It’s not even 6 am.“
„I know but I want my thing now. Give it to me!“ Wille demands between kisses. „Alright, alright.“ Simon gets up and takes a box out of his bedside drawer. He hands it to Wille and waits for his reaction. Wille just watches it carefully. „Come on, open it. It’s not going to bite you.“ He pushes. Inside the box are 24 rainbow colored envelopes. „What’s this?“ Wille asks confused looking up at Simon. „This is an advent calendar I made for you.“ Simon answers. „You can open a random one every day.“ He continues. „Now go ahead, pick one!“
Wille beams and gets one out the box. He opens the envelope, takes out the card and reads out loud. „Let’s play strip poker tonight.“ Simon chuckles and falls back onto the bed. „Only you can pick the naughtiest on the first day.“
„This is the naughtiest?“ Wille sulks. „Just kidding Simon, this is so sweet. I’m so excited to see the rest of them but for now I’m really looking forward to tonight.“ He leans over and kisses Simon deeply. „No really, thank you, baby. You’re amazing. But also, this is rather cheating, you know I can’t play poker.“ Simon bursts into laughter.
When Wille gets home that night Simon is already back. He finds his boyfriend sitting on the couch with just his robe on. „What’s going on?“ Wille questions. „I just thought since you can’t play poker I’ll make it easier for you.“ Simon says, letting his robe slide open a bit. Wille quickly catches on that Simon is wearing nothing underneath. He blushes deeply and tells Simon that he’ll be right back, he just needs to quickly change out of his suit. „But to give you a fair chance, you gotta wear what you always wear at home.“ Simon shouts after Wille who has already made it to their bedroom.
Not even two minutes later he return in his sweats and one of Simon’s T-Shirts. „I’m ready.“ He announces happily and sits down next to his boyfriend.
Simon tries. He really does. But explaining the poker rules to Wille in this state is even harder than when there isn’t stripping involved. So he just gives up after a good while and they get started. To no ones surprise Wille is half naked only a bit later and Simon is still wearing his robe. He freely ogles Wille and teases him to no end. He rests his hand on Wille’s bare thigh, and whispers all the things he will do to him when he wins, into his ear. Wille’s getting all heated. „You’re playing really dirty here, Simon.“ He stammers. „That’s my intention, baby.“ Simon laughs.
Wille is only left in his boxer shorts now and they start their last round. Simon is so euphoric, drunk on love and so very turned on he has no idea how that just happened, but Wille actually won this time. „Off with this damn robe.“ His boyfriend yelps. Baffled that he got beaten at his own game but way beyond horny to care Simon gets up and lets the robe slowly glide off his shoulders. Wille’s eyes hungrily roam over his boyfriends body. Simon is already half hard, flustered and waiting. „You’re so gorgeous, Simon.“ Wille breathes out. „I want you so bad.“ He drops to his knees and takes Simon’s cock into his mouth…
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Ketchup stains on my heart
“Morning baby.” Wille says sleepily, planting a soft kiss on Simon’s curls. “Sleep well?”
“‘S not the morning.” Simon mumbles in his pillow. “How long did we sleep?”
Wille laughs, “True. It’s almost dinner time. Didn’t know I tired you out so much.”
“Idiot!” Simon replies light hearted. “Although that blow job earlier really took a number on me.”
Wille snuggles closer to his boyfriend if that’s even possible because at this point it feels like they’ve become one person.
“I love you.” Wille whispers. “And I promise to blow your mind among other things again later but I’m kind of famished.”
“Now who’s worn out who?” Simon counters but his stomach betrays him right this second demanding real food. He chuckles, “ok yeah, let’s cook soon. But I want to cuddle just a bit longer. You’re so warm.”
When they finally crawl out of their tent it’s already dark.
“Ok, we have pasta… or pasta.” Wille presents Simon the two identical pasta options they bought earlier on the way here.
“Hmmm. I think I’ll settle for… pasta tonight.” Simon answers.
“Right ok, pasta it is!” Wille beams and goes to open the bag.
“No wait!” Simon stops him. “The other one!” He says dead serious.
“Oh fuck off!” Wille replies but picks the other bag instead anyway.
They talk about where they want to hike tomorrow while waiting for the water to boil, the pasta to finish and the tomato sauce to get warm.
Not much later they start to dig in and Wille waits for Simon’s reaction which comes immediately. “Shit, we forgot the ketchup.” he frowns. His boyfriend is so cute, Wille wants nothing more than to kiss that frown away.
But he just hums and continues eating, keeping a watchful eye on Simon who only pokes at his pasta at this point. He can’t watch this misery any longer and tells Simon he’ll be back in a second while he’s already crawling back into their tiny tent.
“Wille your food will get cold, what are you doing?” Simon whines.
Just a second later Wille reappears with a huge bottle of ketchup. Simon’s face lights up as if Wille hung up the moon and the stars. “Where the fuck did that come from?” he asks amazed.
“Well, I know my boyfriend and his weird eating habits so I came prepared.” Wille grins from ear to ear. “And it looks like I’ve made the right call.”
Simon sets his plate down and throws himself in Wille’s lap. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you. You hate ketchup Wille! You’re the best! I love you so much!” he babbles and kisses him deeply.
“Now go ahead, baby, do your thing.” Wille says when they part. “This is all yours.” He hands Simon the bottle.
Simon picks his plate up again and puts a huge amount of ketchup on his pasta. “You’re unbelievable, Wille.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Thank you! Although for the record this is not weird. There’s no other way to eat pasta.”
Wille just looks at Simon like the lovesick puppy he is, happily munching on his food. He feels so free and content and can’t think of a better place to be than right here in the wild with his beautiful boyfriend in his arms who looks just as in love as he is.
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Love is the Best Weapon When the Apocalypse Comes (Wilmon fic --- rated E)
The dumpster fire was out, so curly haired and blond man were huddled up in their shared jacket, walking around as they tried to find a new place to keep warm overnight.
“Hey, hey!” They hear someone screaming behind them.
“Shit.” The blond mumbles.
“We don’t have anything.” The curly shouts. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re even sharing a jacket!”
“Oh, no no no!” The person says. “Please. You guys are Simon and Wilhlem.”
The two men look at each other all confused before the blond breaks out in a grin. “Webflix!” He whispers to the other who then mirrors his grin. They turn around to see a woman, probably around their age, standing a few meters away.
“Yes!” The curly says. “Simon and Wilhelm! That’s us!”
“Oh my God!! I was…I mean I am such a big fan of yours!” The woman comes up to them and throws her arms around their necks.
The men reluctantly pat her on the back. They haven’t hugged someone else since the downfall of society. “Thank you.” The blond says.
“Simon and Wilhelm.” The woman says. “Oh my God, like you helped me through so much.” She smiles. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome?” The blond repeats, looking slightly unsure.
The woman glances behind her. “So, um, I gotta run. My gang is waiting for me. We have a little raid planned, but it’s so good to know you guys are alive. And I’m so happy that Simon and Wilhelm are still together!” She says before she runs in the opposite direction.
The two men look at each other. “Simon and Wilhlem.” The curly one says. “You gotta be Wilhelm, and I think I’m Simon.”
“How do you know?” The blond asks. “I don’t remember shit from The Before.”
“Well, Wilhelm is a really white name. You’re pale enough to be a convincing Wilhlem.”
The blond thinks for a second before nodding. “That’s fair.” He says before taking a step back and wrapping the jacket they were sharing around the other man. “She said they brought her a lot of joy.”
“We brought her a lot of joy.” The curly haired man says. “Wilhelm.” He adds with a wink.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” The blond asks.
“Back to AllFans?” Curly says. “Simon and Wilhelm fucking will really get us some dough.”
“Back to the shithole with the camera it is then!” The blond says before leaning in and kissing the curly’s forehead.
The two men hold hands and head back to the room they had used just a couple of months earlier.
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“Wilhelm is gonna fuck Simon into the mattress then.” The curly asks.
“No, Simon. I’m gonna pamper you. Bet people wanna see some love.” Wilhelm says.
Simon smiles. “Well, what’s stopping you?”
“Camera starts rolling in 30 seconds. You ready?” Wilhelm asks, gently caressing Simon’s face.
“Action.” Simon says as the camera starts blinking red.
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“I’m freezing.” Simon says as he pulls Wilhelm’s arms around him tighter. “We need to find more covers.”
Wilhelm kisses the back of Simon’s neck and gently rubs his thumb up and down his chest where Simon is holding his hand close to his heart. “That’s not gonna be easy, baby.”
“I know.” Simon turns around in Wilhelm’s arms and buries his head in his chest. “I wish there was something we could do to get warm.”
Wilhelm pulls away slightly to look at Simon, smiling at him. “I can think of a way.”
Simon looks at him, confused for a second before smiling back. “You want to fuck me, baby?”
“You know I do.” Wilhelm says. “But right now, I’m a little hungry, so I’d rather have a little…snack first.”
“Well, I would never deny you that.” Simon smirks as he turns on his stomach. Wilhelm covers him with his entire body and starts kissing his neck while running his hands down Simon’s side. He feels himself grow as Simon rubs into him. He pushes back, part of him just wants to spread Simon’s cheeks and stick his cock into his hole, but right now he has other plans. He hadn’t lied when he said he was hungry for him. It had been so long since they’d had a place comfortable enough to lie down on. He continues to run his hands up and down Simon’s sides as he kisses his way down the other man’s spine feeling him shiver both from the loss of contact with Wilhelm’s skin and the arousal taking over as Wilhelm kisses his way down his back until he reaches Simon’s perfectly shaped buttocks. He kneads Simon’s ass cheeks, drawing out a loud moan from him. Wilhelm digs his teeth into right cheek. Simon moans loudly, “Wilhelm, please.” He begs.
Wilhelm runs his tongue over the spot he had just bitten, before spreading Simon’s cheeks and exposing his hole, puckered up, ready to be his. He pauses for a second to just take in the sight. It isn’t often that he gets to see his man so intimately anymore with their love making usually being done hastily, somewhere in a dark, public corner.
“Wilhelm.” Simon says again, his tone pleading. “Please, eat me.”
“I will, baby.” Wilhelm says. “I just want to remember what you look like.” He adds, before running his tongue slowly over the hole. Simon moans loudly, pushing back into Wilhelm’s face. Wilhelm, fully aroused, wants to reach down and touch himself as he pleasures Simon, but right now, he wants his entire focus to be on the man under him. He continues to run his tongue over the hole a few more times, before he turns his attention to the tight muscle, tracing the circle with his tongue, before pushing his tongue into the tight hole, without warning.
“Oh fuck. Yes.” Simon shouts and pushes himself further into Wilhelm’s face.
Wilhelm stops and pulls back. “Rub yourself against the mattress, baby. Focus on your cock, and I’ll take care of you back here.”
Simon doesn’t reply, but he moves his ass down and starts grinding himself against the mattress. Wilhelm, satisfied, pushes his tongue back into the hole, going in as deep as he can and continues to fuck Simon’s hole with his tongue.
“Shit, I’m getting close.” Simon says as he keeps grinding into the mattress. Wilhelm pulls his tongue out and sucks on his index finger to wet it and gently presses into Simon, before putting his tongue back in, next to his finger. He moves his finger around until Simon lets out a loud moan, “Fuck, that’s it. Wilhelm, please.” He gets out while panting. Wilhelm continues to put pressure on Simon’s prostate as he moves his tongue around inside.
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Simon screams. Wilhelm feels Simon’s body tense and tremble as he orgasms. He then gently pulls his finger and tongue out. “Fuck, baby. I hadn’t come that hard in ages.” Simon says. “Let me suck you.”
“No, just keep lying down.” Wilhelm says, placing a kiss on Simon’s lower back. “I want to cover you in some hot jizz.” He says as he gets up on his knees and moves up until he’s straddling Simon’s thighs. Wilhelm begins to stroke his leaking cock, and it doesn’t take long for him to cover Simon’s back with his own come before collapsing on top of him, where his come is still sitting.
“I love you.” Simon says. “Thank you for keeping me warm.” He turns his head to the side, searching for Wilhelm’s lips. Wilhelm scoots up a little so he can kiss him, pushing his tongue into his mouth, letting Simon taste himself.
When they finally pull away, Simon looks over to the camera. “I think we put on a good show.”
Wilhlem chuckles. “Me, too. I think they’ve seen enough.” He says before getting up and turning off the camera.
He lays back down beside Simon. “We should clean up.” Simon says with a yawn.
“I’m sure we’re gonna get some good dough from tonight’s show.” Wilhelm says. “We’ll be able to find a place to stay with running water, and we can have a nice bath.”
“Deal.” Simon says as he snuggles into Wilhelm’s arms.
“I think Wilhlem and Simon are going to make it through the end of the world just fine.” The blond says as he covers them with the jacket they were sharing earlier. The curly haired one chuckles, “I think so so too.” He says as they drift into sleep.
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Vintage LGBTQ photos are so beautiful
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Chapter 2 of How to build a snowman 101
Chapter one here: https://at.tumblr.com/edmarinourhearts/how-to-build-a-snowman-101-stop-poking-me-you/uupxqo7imtum
Right after getting dressed, they hurry to go outside but just before they do Simon notices that Wille didn’t bring any gloves.
“Wille, stop, we need to get you some gloves.” he tells him.
“Nah, I’m good, I never get cold hands.” Wille grins at his boyfriend.
Simon laughs, “Oh Wille, I can see that you’ve never built a snowman before. Trust me, you need your hands properly working for that and they won’t after a few minutes if you don’t wear gloves.”
“Hmmm. Properly working hands, you say?” Wille smirks. “Fine, give me some gloves then.”
Simon blushes but quickly jogs back to his room to get Wille a pair. His favourite rainbow ones.
Wille accepts them with the biggest smile on his face and plants a sloppy kiss on Simon’s lips. “Thank you.”
They rush outside into Simon’s backyard. The snow is untouched, and everything feels so calm and at ease. Wille sighs happily and grabs a hold of his boyfriend’s hand. “This is so beautiful. Now lead the way, Mr. I know how to build a snowman. Tell me what to do.”
“Kiss me”, Simon demands cheekily.
Wille barks out a laugh. “You know, I may have never built a snowman before, but I do know that’s not how you do it. But if you insist...”, he leans in and kisses Simon deeply.
Shortly after when they finally manage to pull apart it also stopped snowing. “Perfect conditions!” Simon mentions and crouches down to form a big snowball. “Just follow my lead, Your Highness.”
About 20 minutes later they stand in front of Wille’s first ever, very crooked but cute, snowman. Their arms are wrapped tight around each other and Wille beams. “Thank you, Simon.” he whispers into his boyfriend’s curls. “Thank you for doing this with me. I had so much fun!”
“Always, Wille.” Simon replies full of love. “So, what do you want to name it?”
“Hmm… I don’t know.” Wille thinks for a bit. “How about Mr. no nose”, he giggles, “you know, since…” Wille points in the direction of the snowman that hasn’t got a nose. “Perfect!” Simon laughs and before Wille can react there’s a snowball pushed in his face and Simon declares, “Snowball fight!”
“Whaaaaa…” Wille squeals trying to catch his breath after the cold just knocked it out of him. “You menace! This is war!”
They are having the biggest snowball fight and the air is filled with their laughter. Panting and with red faces they fall in the snow next to each other after some time. Wille interlaces their fingers, and they end up making snow angels until their teeth are chattering and it’s just too cold to stay outside any longer.
“Come on, Simon.” Wille helps his boyfriend up from the ground and kisses him softly. “Let’s go inside and warm up. I’ll make you a hot chocolate.”
Simon’s face lights up, “Yeah, let’s. I hope you had a good time, Wille.”
“The best, Simon, thank you again. I love you so much, you have no idea.” Wille gushes with a lovesick expression on his face, leading them back inside the warmth of Simon’s house.
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How to build a snowman 101
“Stop poking me you idiot.” Simon mumbles in his pillow. “I know it’s way too early and it’s the weekend!”
Wille giggles and throws himself at his boyfriend, covering a squirming Simon with kisses everywhere he can reach.
“Simon, it’s snowing! Let’s build a snowman!” He announces enthusiastically.
“What? Are you five years old?” Simon yawns. When he doesn’t get a reply he opens one of his eyes to look at Wille.
His boyfriend looks genuinely upset.
“Wille? What is it? Are you ok?” He reaches out to touch his cheek and take him out of his trancelike state he has transformed in.
“Yeah sorry, it’s nothing.” He replies and smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
Simon shuffles closer again and wraps his arms around his boyfriend, planting a soft kiss on his neck.
“Talk to me Wille, please” he whispers.
”It’s dumb, really.” Wille answers but Simon won’t let it go. “No I’m sure it’s not and I want you to tell me.”
Wille sighs but his muscles relax a little and he says “I know we’re not kids anymore it’s just, I’ve never built a snowman before. When I was little I wasn’t allowed for stupid reasons and then when I got the chance it wasn’t “cool” anymore. So, yeah,… I just thought it would be nice to build my first ever snowman with my boyfriend. But I…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Simon was attacking his mouth with a passionate kiss.
“I love you.” He grins. “I love you so much you stupid prince. Of course I’ll build your first snowman with you! I’m sorry if I came off harsh just now. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know.” Wille says. “So…”
“Yes! Let’s get dressed and build the biggest snowman ever!” Simon smiles and reaches for Wille’s hand.
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The saga continues 😌
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Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags
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How old were you at the lowest point in your life? Reblog this and put it in the tags, plus your current age maybe. I'm trying to see something.
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TAG UR ASKS BITCH. ONLY HERE FOR THE FIC!
Of course. I am so sorry. I may be many things, but an asshole is not one of them. I simply write about those.
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can you please not write smut about e and o
Did anyone force you to read it? It is clearly tagged. Don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. You are welcome, also welcome to the internet.
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A Matter of Life and Death (rated E -- RPF)
The two men are back around their dumpster fire, warming their hands, on another cold, dark, winter Stockholm afternoon. It was quiet this time. There weren't even any sirens anymore. Everyone had just given up, it seemed.
The two men were happy though, they'd come across a bottle of some liquid that had since fermented into something alcoholic.
"How hard can it be to open a fucking bottle of whatever that is?" The curly haired one asks.
"Do you want to try?" The blond snaps.
Curly gets up to grab the bottle out of the blond's hand at the same time as the blond starts handing it over, and as a result of the sobriety neither one is used to, the bottle drops and shatters, with pieces flying everywhere. "Oh, no, no." The curly haired one screams putting his hand on his face. "I fucking cut myself." Curly says. "Fuck, Edvin, I'm gonna die!"
Edvin pulls Omar's hand away to expose a small cut close to his mouth.
"No, no, no." Edvin shakes his head, holding Omar's hands so he doesn't touch his face. "I'm not gonna let that happen." Edvin says. "You know, I was voted class genius?"
Omar glares at him. "Yes, you've mentioned that quite a few times." He tries to pull his hands free to no avail. "It's a gymnasium degree, Edvin, not a medical degree!"
"I know, I know, but I remember from biology that semen has antimicrobial properties*." Edvin says. "We can sterilize your cut!"
"You wanna come on my face?" Omar stares at him.
"Do you see any ointments around here?" Edvin asks.
Omar shakes his head and sighs. "Fine." He says before pausing a second. "But, just to be safe, you should come in my mouth a little too…you know, since they used to have a lot of these anti-whatever stuff in pills."
Edvin, his brows furrowed in concentration, nods. "Yeah, good idea." He let's go of Omar's hands and pulls down his pants and underwear in one go and reaches to stroke his cock.
"Wait, wait." Omar says. "I think it's safer if I suck you off, just to make sure you don't miss."
"Good idea." Edvin says again as Omar steps closer and gets on his knees.
He pushes Edvin's hand away and grabs hold of his shaft, stroking it a couple of times until blood starts pooling into it. He then leans forward and takes the semi-hard cock into his mouth. Omar hollows his cheeks, places his tongue under the cock, the way he knows Edvin likes, and starts to move as Edvin grows to his full length in his mouth. Omar continues to blow Edvin as if his life depended on it, which it probably does, actually. It only takes a few minutes for Edvin to put his fingers in Omar's hair and gently pull a little to stop him. "I'm close. Let me take over. I'll come in your mouth a little and then pull out and finish off on your face. That okay?"
Omar nods, his mouth still full of dick, and holds still as Edvin starts to fuck his face, moving faster and faster. "Fuck, I'm coming, be ready." Edvin moans as he shoots his first load into Omar's mouth and quickly pulls out. He finishes on his face, making sure to aim for the cut.
Once he is done, Edvin takes a step back, pulls his pants up then kneels down to be at the same level as Omar. "You do look beautiful with cum on your face." He caresses Omar's hair.
Omar laughs. "I used to use a lot of face masks. Doubt you remember everything from school. Let's hope jizz is good for the skin too."
"Do you want me to finish you off?" Edvin asks pointing at Omar's crotch.
Omar shakes his head, "already came."
Edvin nods, looking impressed.
"You know, I think I remember seeing a pharmacy, called 'Sunset' or something a little ways back. Should we check it out?" Omar asks.
Edvin shrugs, "Yeah, sure. They probably only have expired medicine, though. Doubt it'll be more effective than jizz."
"I wanna look for cough syrup, dumbass." Omar stands up, holding out a hand to help Edvin up. "Maybe you forgot, but we kinda lost our only bottle of booze."
Edvin slaps his hand on his forehead. "Oh, duh, sorry." He interlaces his fingers with Omar's. "Lead the way!" He says as they start walking towards 'Sunset' together, hand-in-hand.
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#young royals#young royals fic#wilmon#edmar#rpf#yr fic#scientifically semi-is accurate#edvin x omar#real person fiction
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Dark, stormy night (rated E --- RPF)
It's a dark night. Clouds covering the moon. The streets are quiet except for the sound of distant sirens. There are two men sitting by a dumpster fire. They are probably no older than 30, but life has been hard on them. They used to be famous, but with the uprising of communism, their main source of income, Webflix, had crashed like that Air France flight 447. The only remnant of capitalism still standing was a porn site, AllFans. Perversion is the strongest human instinct. One that can withstand any philosophy. Any ideology. Any government. They look each other in the eyes. The blond one looks at the other with a mirthless smile. "Remember when we did that show, Royalteen or something?" "The one filled with parallels?" The curly haired one moves closer to the fire to warm his hands. "Yeah. Good times." "Good times." The other repeats. They both look up at the same time. "We should remake it, if only there was a place for it." Scoffs the curly haired one. "Wasn't there a sex video involved?"
They look up meeting each other's gaze. "AllFans." They say at the same time.
"You sure about this?" The blond one asks. "Edvin, come on. We've done this a million times just to keep warm in these goddamn winters." "Do we play the parts?" Edvin asks. "Do you remember the names?" Says the other, raising his eyebrows. Edvin shakes his head. "ok, then. We play Omar and Edvin." Edvin nods. Reaching over and kissing Omar gently on the corner of his mouth. "The video is ready. The quality is crap, but it'll do the trick." He runs his hand through the other man's curls. "Do I open you up on camera?" "Nobody has the patience for that. Open me up now, and then we do what we do best." Omar gently moves Edvin's hand out of his hair, and kisses the knuckles, pushing a bottle of lube into his hand. "We act."
"Lie down, then." Edvin says. "This part is just for us."
"Ok, camera will start recording in 30 seconds and live cast this." Omar says. "Remember, don't look at it. We don't know it's being broadcast."
"Here we go, then."
Edvin hands Omar a bottle of alcohol, they're both laughing, purposefully looking away from the camera. "Finally, a warm place." Edvin says. "Thank goodness I found it." Omar puts the bottle down. "What do you mean you found it? I fucking had to suck a dirty dick for this." "Oh fuck no. You are not gonna take credit for this one. I fucked a 70 year old pussy to get us this." Edvin pushes Omar onto the bed, "you always just want credit for everything. Screw you." Omar pushes himself up, as he grabs Edvin's torn shirt, trying to throw him off the bed. "I take credit because it's my work." "Screw you, Omar." Edvin pushes him again, but with Omar's hands still clutching his shirt he falls on top of him. "Fuck." They exclaim at the same time. "I think it went in." Edvin says. "Well, get it out!" "I'm trying." Edvin says, "why the fuck are you so tight?! I think it's stuck." "Well, move a bit, maybe it'll loosen it up." Omar says. "Fine." Edvin says, almost begrudgingly, as he moves in and out trying to free his cock from Omar's tight hole. "Faster, try going faster." Omar says, pulling his legs up to his chest to make it easier for Edvin to move. "Fuck, fuck." Edvin says. "I'm gonna come." "Good. Keep going. Then it'll slip out." Omar says, grinding himself into Edvin's shirt. "I'm coming." Edvin moans. "Me too." Omar grinds harder as Edvin quickens his pace. "Aaahhh" They scream almost simultaneously as they come. Edvin then easily slips out. "Oh shit." Omar says, looking up at the camera. "Shit, shit." "What?" Edvin asks, trying to catch his breath. "You idiot. There's a camera in this room. It's flashing red."
Edvin looks behind him, staring directly at the camera, before jumping off the bed, half naked and turning it off.
Edvin laughs as he lies down next to Omar, entwining their fingers. "I think that went well." Omar rolls on his side, and rests his head on Edvin's chest. Placing a kiss on his now bare skin. "I think so. We're gonna have enough money to stay here for some time, now." He laughs. "That was fun." Edvin kisses the top of his head. "Round two?" Omar looks up at him with a smile. "I'm filled with cum and ready to go."
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