[Oh it's too good. Eren makes a sound Mikleo hasn't heard before, so of course he keeps doing what he's doing, alternating between thick massages of his scalp and nails pressing deep, deep into the sensitive skin about those horns. First one, then the other. He wishes he had three arms just for this, right now, gods, he's fantastic. The fangs earn a bright, ardent cry that sounds like they're already in the midst of their lovemaking, owing perhaps to the heightened emotions for both of them. Mikleo doesn't care. All he knows is that if Eren doesn't take him in the next five minutes, he will absolutely take himself and make him watch.
He pauses, hearing the trousers rip. Decides he doesn't give a fuck when he's been practicing the mending spell precisely for this reason. He grinds against Eren hard and groans his name breathlessly, red eyes flickering beneath dark lashes.]
G-gods, me neither, [he murmurs, and he tilts his head to give Eren as much of that neck as he wants. Make him purple and blue-- he doesn't care. He doesn't care. A bit of concentration, just a little, and Eren's fingertips become warm and slick with something akin to lube. Mikleo wastes no time freeing the brunet's length after that, and he gives Eren a nice long stroke to apply the same substance to his cock.
Breathe. Breathe. Mikleo dismisses the spell and presses his forehead to Eren's, both hands combing through his hair, spoiling his horns from base to tip.]
Let me ride your fingers and I'll come as much as you want tonight.
[He's fairly certain that if they're impatient here, more impatient than their first time, he will end up hurt. So, fingers only, for now.]
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He pauses, hearing the trousers rip. Decides he doesn't give a fuck when he's been practicing the mending spell precisely for this reason. He grinds against Eren hard and groans his name breathlessly, red eyes flickering beneath dark lashes.]
G-gods, me neither, [he murmurs, and he tilts his head to give Eren as much of that neck as he wants. Make him purple and blue-- he doesn't care. He doesn't care. A bit of concentration, just a little, and Eren's fingertips become warm and slick with something akin to lube. Mikleo wastes no time freeing the brunet's length after that, and he gives Eren a nice long stroke to apply the same substance to his cock.
Breathe. Breathe. Mikleo dismisses the spell and presses his forehead to Eren's, both hands combing through his hair, spoiling his horns from base to tip.]
Let me ride your fingers and I'll come as much as you want tonight.
[He's fairly certain that if they're impatient here, more impatient than their first time, he will end up hurt. So, fingers only, for now.]