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They don't really have a lot of time to be doing this.
Evo might be an idiot, but his newest little minion Supzec isn't half bad at keeping him stocked and geared and focused on the larger goal at hand. Flow and Sharp do have a head start on finding Death's prison right now, but it won't last for long. They've got their instructions, and they need to stick to the plan if this is going to work.
But Sharp gets needy sometimes, and Flow is always more than happy to temporarily overlook responsibilites to indulge his pretty girlfriend.
Right now, they're on a remote chunk of barren endstone floating over the void, with a handful of soft carpets thrown down to make the ground a bit more comfortable. Flow is really looking forward to getting back to the overworld once Death is freed so that he can actually treat Sharp right, but this will have to do for now.
"Lowkey, we should just let Evo find where Death is first," Sharp says. "I don't even care about getting there first. What's that going to do anyway? We can just follow him. Saves us having to do the work."
Flow looks at Sharp, spread out underneath him. He's got one hand absolutely soaked where he's stretching Sharp out while the other is rubbing slowly against Sharp's clit. Sharp is panting and sweaty, clinging to Flow's shoulders with an iron grip.
"You really think he's smart enough to do that? He's a moron." Flow says. He presses his thumb more firmly against Sharp's clit. His girlfriend gasps and drags him down so he can kiss him.
"I'm just—" Sharp says in between kisses, "So annoyed. He's so annoying. I want to kill him."
Flow hums in agreement into Sharp's mouth. But he's not all that interested in talking about Evo of all people while he's fucking Sharp. So he drags his slicked up fingers out of Sharp and uses those to rub Sharp just the way he likes best. He's rewarded a moment later by the most beautiful moan and even more slick spilling out from between Sharp's legs.
Beautiful. As Sharp falls still, panting for breath, Flow leans down to kiss at his chest, humming against the softness of Sharp's breasts for a few long moments before moving back upwards to kiss his lips again.
"Oh my god," Sharp groans a moment later. "Are you gonna fuck me already? Come on, I want your dick."
Fuck, he really can't say no to that. Even though he would love to pull out of Sharp's iron grip and fuck him with his tongue so he can taste him again.
Maybe later.
Flow taps his slick-covered hand against Sharp's hip. "Can you turn over for me, babygirl?"
Sharp's face burns with an immediate blush. "No. I wanna look at you," he says.
So demanding, but Flow wouldn't have him any other way. He also can't come up with a decent counter to Sharp's insistence on facing each other, even though it would make the angle a little easier for both of them. "Alright," Flow says with a small sigh. "Lift up your hips then."
Sharp does, which gives Flow the best goddamn view in the world of his girlfriend's soaked cunt right in his face. He nearly forgets to get out the other carpets but he does grab them after a second or two of staring in awe while a fresh wave of lust blooms in him.
"Come on, come on," Sharp says, adjusting himself on the new mound of carpets keeping his hips up. "Why are you still wearing clothes? Freak. Get your dick out already."
Flow just leans back down to kiss him while he starts working his pants off just enough to get his dick out. He leaves the rest on, because if Sharp is already this impatient, he'd rather not waste any more time.
Also, it's hot fucking Sharp like this. All of Sharp's clothes cast aside and his body in display for Flow to adore while Flow still has his own clothes on. He might enjoy this a little more than he lets Sharp know, but it's not like his girlfriend will complain all that much as long as he gets fucked just the way he wants every time.
He slides his dick along the slick collected at Sharp's folds, drawing out a breathy gasp, then fucks inside slowly. God, he feels so good. Sharp is so soft and hot inside, so wet that it's almost obscene how easily Flow can fuck his dick fully inside him. He grinds slowly into his girlfriend once his hips are pressed against Sharp's skin, appreciating the sound Sharp makes.
"Fuck, yes," Sharp moans, winding his arms around Flow's upper body to pull him close again. "Do it, come on."
"Mm, anything for my babygirl," Flow says. He presses a kiss to Sharp's lips before he can debate his choice of the word 'babygirl,' then kisses deeper to catch another moan from him.
He starts fucking his cock into Sharp, short thrusts that keep him deep inside Sharp's cunt. It feels amazing, even if he knows it's not Sharp's favorite method. Rather, it has him squirming underneath Flow and trying to push him impossibly deeper as his legs squeeze around Flow's waist.
"Flow, come on," Sharp gasps. "Harder, you piece of shit— come on! Fuck me!"
"I am fucking you," Flow says.
"You know what I mean," Sharp says. "Fuck me so I can come."
"You just came like a minute ago," Flow says. He fucks Sharp a little harder a few times, though, just to hear him groan in satisfaction and clench his soft walls around his cock. "Some of us haven't come at all yet."
"Shut up," Sharp says. "I don't care. I wanna come again."
Flow kisses him again. "Let me go at the pace I want for now. I'll lick you clean after this, okay baby? How's that sound?"
And maybe Sharp is about to complain more, but Flow doesn't give him much of a chance to as he reaches down with the arm that's not bracing himself above Sharp to find his clit.
The sound Sharp makes— as well as the way he tightens around Flow's dick— is worth the small concession.
Flow does like giving Sharp whatever he wants, after all.