Off Record [Ereri/Riren] ✓

39 ⚕︎Unpracticed ✍︎

Off Record
Chapter 39
⚕︎Unpracticed ✍︎
Levi

un·prac·ticed

/ˌənˈpraktəst/

adjective

(of a person or faculty) not trained or experienced

I sit down on Eren's bed and open the briefcase, slipping the collar on him before lying down. "Go wild, bitch."

Eren smirks. "I want you to fuck me in a suit someday." He examines the contents of the briefcase before setting it on the floor and straddling my waist. He begins unbuttoning my shirt, moving his lips down my collar bone. "You're perfect." He whispers. "Every inch of you."

I exhale sharply, trying to get accustomed to him being in charge. We're both so different with this. He worships me when I treat him like garbage. It's fine because I kind of like it.

He sucks his way down my chest, leaving light marks as he unbuttons the rest of my shirt. His hands travel up and down my sides.

"Oi!" I grind forcefully up. "I'm not the fucking magic lamp, so stop rubbing me like a genie is going to pop out and grant your every wish!"

Eren chuckles and undoes my belt, setting it aside. He mouths my cock through my pants, breathing hot air onto the area. He undoes my pants and shimmies them off, moving with them until he's at my feet. He sits up and undoes his shoes and kicks them off before moving to mine. He takes them off carefully and sets them down beside the briefcase on the floor. He pulls off my socks as well and leans down, kissing my ankle.

I roll my eyes and he crawls back on top of me, lightly trailing his nails up my legs to create some stimulus. He reaches my thighs and squeezes them between his own while he makes a show out of pulling off his clothes. He's silent but his gaze is determined and he rocks his ass back and forth on my slowly hardening cock. He's a bit of a fumbling mess when he pulls his pants and briefs down and it serves to amuse me.

Once he's naked, he settles back down in his spot, pulling out a bottle of lube from the briefcase. He slatheres some on his fingers and bends out to kiss me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth while he begins preparing himself. "How tight do you want me?" He asks, pulling away and turning his attention to my neck.

"As tight as you can take it." I snap and Eren nods, sucking on my adam's apple. He shoves another finger in and whines, grinding down against me. He pulls his fingers out and sits up to grab a condom and puts it on his own dick.

He fingers the second one and pauses. "I want you to come inside me." He states, his statement implying that he's asking me if that's okay.

I raise an eyebrow, something inside of me churning. "Is that so? I'll allow it, if you tell me why and how you want me to come inside you."

He sets the condom aside and starts massaging my cock. "I want to feel your pleasure. I want you to mark me on the inside as you have on the outside. I need you inside me." He says between breaths.

"Then I'll do just that," I say lowly, a slight growl resonating the room before I lean forward and kiss him.

Eren kisses back and pours the lube out onto his hand and slicks up my dick. He lines me up with his entrance and slowly pushes the head inside, wincing and breathing heavily. "Fuck, you're so big." He curses and bounces lightly on the head, sliding my cock further inside him with each bounce of his hips.

Eren grabs my belt and folds it in half before bringing it down against his thigh and gasping, pushing himself all the way down onto my cock. I grunt and he groans, bottoming out and whipping himself again. He throws the belt aside and leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth as he slowly begins to rock back and forth on my dick.