MorningWood

Chapter 10

T/W and tags: wrestling, 69, oral sex, cum swallow, and creampie.

Saw episode #73 early. Yikes, that table scene... been working on this story for a bit, so how about a little intimacy?

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Eren turns over in his sleep, an arm furling outward brushing against Mikasa's shoulder. Already in a light sleep, she wakes from the touch.

Her eyes open, languid from her restfulness. Darkness purveys her vision. She peers through the darkness to Eren's side of the bed, seeking out the details of his face. Hand still on her shoulder. His covers are messy, ruffled and ill kempt over his body. A sleepy smile graces her face as she humors herself at his disheveled sleep. A few minutes of darkness fully adjust her mind to the sparse light of the midnight room.

Eren's face is relaxed. Not quite peaceful, but calm. Calm enough that it makes her mind trace back through her memories of him, searching for similar moments where she recognized halcyon flashes of him accepting the momentary reprieves of their violent, tumultuous past. Few come up, but they are there. Mikasa casts them aside, focusing on the current one.

Her hand brushes over his sprawled arm, her fingers curling up against his face. Lightly drawing over the smooth skin of his cheeks as she memorializes the view. He shifts under the covers, seemingly unsettled or impatient in his sleep.

A deep enervation drags open Eren's eyelids. Mikasa's hand slacks into the pillow holding his head, smiling at him in the dark with a hint of remorse for waking him. He can make out the outlines of her, but not quite yet filtering in the details of her face. The thin white line of her teeth in the dark does stand out, though. A hand skirts back some of his disheveled bangs. His eyes roll around, less acclimating to the dark and more feeling a gentle amorous hum tingling from his chest and a wakeful erection.

Mikasa's hand withdraws to her chest, joining with her other arm clutching a sheet over herself. The room is warm enough, but it feels comfortable anyhow. And the opaqueness gives a little shelter to her timidity.

She can feel his body shake the mattress faintly, him closing the distance between them. But the covers are in the way. He throws them away from himself almost completely, only covering a bit of his legs. Eren's hands skirt under the sheet covering her chest, one wrapping under her shoulder and the other over her thigh. The shaking continues as she watches him wiggle up to her, hiding behind her sheet.

The details of her face and body populate his vision as he closes the distance. He grins at her, pulling her into him and adamantly torquing her body to encourage her to be the little spoon. She drags the sheet with her, cutting off his initial grips to cocoon herself in the thin fabric as she rolls back and scoots herself back into his rekindled embrace. The warmth of his chest radiates into her back, clutched tightly to him by his enfolding arms. Another writhe connects their hips and legs.

A blear blush soaks into her cheeks as she feels his stiff staff press against her butt. Eren feels her head turn around, her hair brushing against his face as her eyes round to meet one of his. Eyes bright in the darkness. He sees her bite her lip. And promptly feels her grinding her butt into him, rocking her hips back and forth against his engorged shaft in a positive, instigating jeer.

He lifts a brow at her, raising his head from the bed and leaning over her face. Touching their lips together without words. Mikasa's attention shifts to the feeling of his hand working up past her chest, his hand outlining her jaw as their lips lock together. She hums, the embrace tickling at her inner desires gleefully feeling his presence and commitment. Eren tightens his body to hers, not ignoring the wide plane of his chest against her shoulder. His body shrinks around her. A hand loiters up from clutching the sheet, coasting up his arm into his hair, pulling him into the kiss even more deeply. His forehead tips forward until it bumps against her head. The kiss breaks for a moment, just long enough for him to adjust himself to the new angle before resealing their lips.