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He always hated the sound of his own whines. Stupid, he knows.
Because of that, every time he… touches himself, he always tries to keep himself quiet. That plus his two roommates, of course. His biggest fear is one of his roommates hearing his whimpers, his pleads, his moans, his whines.
But one of them is out at a modeling gig, so that alleviates some of his troubles.
Unfortunately for him, the other one is currently dry-humping him.
Scissors pins Paper down on the couch, thrusting onto him, making intense, half-lidded eye contact. His breathing is heavy.
Paper is weak under his grasp. He’s whining, and he’s whining LOUD.
His hands cover his mouth, cover his face. His glasses get foggy, his hair matted, his button up shirt becoming stained with sweat. He’s a wreck for Scissors.
“H-How you holding up, baby?” Scissors drawls. Paper moans out.
“Ahh- ah- unhhh- aaaahhnn-”
His eyes going in the back of his head, he can’t even think straight. All he can think about is…
…god, he hates himself for even BEGINNING to think about it. It feels like all of his hard-earned dignity is being tossed out the window by his roommate’s cock rubbing against his through their jeans.
“You’re so pretty when you make noise,” Scissors smiles. Paper whimpers.
“Ohhh- my god mmmmh-”
“Keep on moaning for me, baby. Show me how badly you want me,”
Paper couldn’t even if he tried. His brain was swimming, with unholy thoughts about Scissors doing whatever he wanted. He felt so dirty.
“m…more…”
“More? You want more, angel?” He smirked upon seeing Paper meekly nod. “How much more?”
Paper whimpered. “F- f… fuu-ck m…”
“Fuck you? For real? Wow, you’re so damn easy, Paper! So fuckin’ fun to mess with!” Scissors laughed.
Paper covered his face with his arms, moaning into them loud. All he can think about is being fucked by his roommate.
“H… how’re you… so… g-good…?”
“Eh, practice. Don’t think too hard, dollface,” Scissors slapped Paper’s arms away with a hand. “And take your arms off. I wanna see your pretty face as i raaaail you,”
Paper was temporarily taken out of his pink cloud. “S-Scissors…” he breathed heavily as he put a hand on Scissors’ chest, stopping him. “If I’m letting you do this, you have to take it seriously.”
“What?! But I am serious!! I thought you just said you wanted me to fuck y-”
“WHATEVER. Um… I don’t think I’m… prepared for that now, anyways. But, uh… what you were just doing is... good. Keep doing that.”
“Jeez, cumming just from the foreplay? You are easy!
Paper held back a moan. “I- well-”
Scissors pushed him back to be laying down, leering over him, their faces inches apart. “You’re so pathetic.”
Paper’s eyes fluttered up. “MMmm-”
Scissors began to thrust onto him again, the contact starting to make him progressively harder, something he desperately tried to push down in favor of his roommate. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re pretty close, aren’tcha?”
Paper’s hands clawed at Scissors’ back, pulling him closer. He nodded.
“Oh my god, you are so cute,” Scissors lightly slapped Paper in the face. “How close?”
“AAAahhooh-” Paper whined, his face scrunching in embarrassment. “Scis- i- i’m-”
Scissors grabbed Paper’s face with one hand and directed it up to face him. “Cum, you bitch.”
Paper did; his back arching, his cock twitching, his pants staining, his hands wrapped around Scissors, his voice unable to stop making noise. Jeez, he was loud. Scissors hummed as his hand moved to better help pin Paper down; his moans were so damn adorable.
The sensation wore off, and Paper’s moans faded into heavy breathing. But, to his shock, Scissors didn’t stop; if anything, he was thrusting faster now. Paper looked up at him, his hands flopping to the sides of his head.
“Scissors?”
Scissors didn’t respond, only softly moaning, bowing his head. Paper caught on. Despite his voice being sensitive, he made an attempt to replicate Scissors’ incessant use of dirty talk.
“Oh, look at you. Can’t help yourself around me. Up-up-up. Put your head up and look at me as you’re fucking me. Bet you’ve fantasized about that, haven’t you?”
Being told what to do made Scissors’ stomach flutter. He whined.
“Go on. Do your best and impress me. Fuck me like you mean it, Scissors.”
“G-God- FUCK-”
Scissors cried out as he finished, his arms turning weak from holding himself up over Paper. By the time his pants were thoroughly stained, he flopped down on top of Paper, crushing him.
“GAH-! SCISSORS!”
“M’ tired. Imma go to bed,”
“SCISSORS, YOU CANNOT GO TO BED ON TOP OF ME. WE- We have to- change clothes.”
“Nope. Sleep.”
“SCISSORS I CAN FEEL YOUR-” Paper didn’t want to say it, but took a breath and did it anyways. “SCISSORS I CAN FEEL YOUR CUMONMYLEG!”
“Through my pants?”
“YES!”
“Huh. Well, move over.”
“NO! What if Rock comes home?”
“He won’t.”
“YES HE WILL!”
“No he won’t,” Scissors pushed himself up again. “Can you sit up?”
Paper did as he was told. Scissors sat on his lap.
“Not the right position, Scissors.”
“Whatever, it’s just for now. He’s not supposed to be back for, like, an hour. We’re good.”
“GOOD TO DO WHAT?”
Scissors smirked. “I dunno. Nap. Watch TV. Make out. Whatever,”
Paper sighed. “God, why did I ever agree to this…?”
“Cause we were both drunk n’ stupid on New Year’s, and sayin’ all this gay shit to each other. And then when Rock left today we had that weird tension and suddenly we’re fucking on the couch.”
“SCISSORS, THAT WAS NOT FUCKING. That was… uh… whatever the word is for clothed sex.”
“Clothed sex?”
“WHATEVER! Let’s just get cleaned up so we don’t-”
He was cut off by Scissors kissing his neck.
“...Scissors.”
“Myeah?”
“You’re kissing my neck.”
“I know,”
Scissors kept kissing upward, ending on Paper’s cheek, centimeters away from his face.
Paper stared at him with a cold glare.
“Five minutes.”
“ALLRIGHT!”
And they were pulling each other close, moaning into the other’s mouth, tongues interlocked on the couch. Scissors’ hands curried themselves in Paper’s hair, Paper’s hands ran down Scissors’ back, Rock setting the groceries down on the counte-
Wait, WHAT?!
“ROCK?!” Paper shoved Scissors off of him. He tumbled down onto the floor.
“OW, MY HEAD OR SOMETHING! WHAT THE FUCK, PAPER?”
“Hi, guys!” Rock smiled as he unloaded the groceries on the island. “I picked up some more tomato soup on my way home from the gig! You should have met the guy that was shooting the pics! He was so nice, and so tall, and so-... what’s wrong?”
Paper’s horrified face said enough. Scissors rubbed his head, getting up from the ground and looking at the kitchen, where he saw a concerned Rock.
“HOLY SHIT, ROCK?!!!”
“What? I told you guys I’d be home at 8:30! It’s 8:45!”
Paper looked at Scissors. “SCISSORS, YOU IMBECILE!! YOU SAID HE WOULDN’T BE HOME FOR AN HOUR!”
“Well, it was an hour when we started all this!”
“YEAH, B- Oh, wait, an hour? We’ve been doing this for an hour?” Paper said in hushed whispers to Scissors. Scissors shrugged.
“It’s okay! I’ll leave you two back to it after I put these groceries away!” Rock hummed as he put away the soup in the pantry.
“Wait- so you’re not… shocked? Surprised? Rock, you’re acting like nothing is wrong, when… something-”
“You walked in on your roommates tongue-banging and you’re just concerned about groceries?”
“SCISSORS, WHAT THE HELL IS ‘TONGUE-BANGING’!”
“I’m not surprised! We all saw you two flirtin’-it-up on New Year’s! I’ve actually been placing bets with Potato on when y’all’ll get together! Heeheehee!” Rock giggled to himself as he got out his phone. “I’m gonna call her now!”
“NONONONO-!” Paper furiously rushed to Rock and took the phone from his hand. “NOBODY must know that we were- doing that. NOBODY.”
Rock giggled. “O-kay!” He took the phone back. “I’ll leave you two to get cleaned up!” He looked down at Paper’s pants. Paper, taking notice, covered himself in shame. Rock laughed and walked off to his room.
Paper watched, breathing heavily. “Oh my god. Ohhh my god, Scissors. I knew we should have stayed in your room. If this gets out, I’m… I’m so dead.”
Scissors thought, looking down. “Paper.”
Paper turned back around to face him.
Scissors patted the space on the couch beside him. Paper sat. Scissors put a hand on Paper’s shoulder. He breathed in, and out, looking up at Paper with a comforting expression.
“So do you wanna keep making out?”
“NO!!!”