[ the hotness around him was wonderful already, and while not as erratic as mikleo’s, his breaths are hefty. with words being so sweetly given to him, he’s imagined, with the image already against him, his wanting shaft driving into his bonded at once. the tightness, the heat. oh, how mikleo would cry out. eren moans to this, husky and unabashed to mikleo’s own hearing. ]
I’ll take you more than twice.
[ he was laying with an eleutheromaniac, of course he wants to hear his desire detail by detail. would he scream the same way, if his full girth were inside him? would he clench around him and crack out breathless moans? the way his bonded tosses back and contorts a little is what plays in his real time thoughts, asking him, begging him to screw until they only had the energy to sleep.
eren’s mouth glides to his earlobe in the meantime, heavy sighs and insistent grunts that follow his cock twinging. pressing three more digits close to mikleo’s access, eren pulls his hand back, only to penetrate the seraph with another finger— only one more, his index, to make sure he can make him writhe plenty with the rest he had. more surprises and more time, that way.
the knob inside him, the rough one that makes him scream, is eren’s primary focus, and when he presses into the roundness again, he makes sure it’s slow, measured, to pull out and back in at the angle that felt best. ]
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I’ll take you more than twice.
[ he was laying with an eleutheromaniac, of course he wants to hear his desire detail by detail. would he scream the same way, if his full girth were inside him? would he clench around him and crack out breathless moans? the way his bonded tosses back and contorts a little is what plays in his real time thoughts, asking him, begging him to screw until they only had the energy to sleep.
eren’s mouth glides to his earlobe in the meantime, heavy sighs and insistent grunts that follow his cock twinging. pressing three more digits close to mikleo’s access, eren pulls his hand back, only to penetrate the seraph with another finger— only one more, his index, to make sure he can make him writhe plenty with the rest he had. more surprises and more time, that way.
the knob inside him, the rough one that makes him scream, is eren’s primary focus, and when he presses into the roundness again, he makes sure it’s slow, measured, to pull out and back in at the angle that felt best. ]
I’ll take all the times you want.