Take Over, Pt. 4

From the other side of this door, the commotion could be misinterpreted as roughhousing as we managed to thrash our bodies from one corner of the room to another. From slammed piano keys to grazing table legs on wood, I hoped the ballroom music would quell our heated bout of making out. But then I heard voices muttering softly, Eren clearly paying them no mind as he panted heavily into my ear. Should I be worried?

Or was I more interested in the thrill of getting away with it? Here, now? The idea of engaging in such lechery with not only my wife in arms reach, but in close company to our comrades and haughty hat-warmers? …I guess, I was just as bold and brave and brash as Eren was.

But he had a shameful defense; I was just being a selfish horny Harry.

I locked my lips on his neck slick with dews of sweat, stripping down the long sleeves of his collared shirt. He pulled at the rim of my boxer briefs, grinding his proud bulge against my dripping hard on, triggering me to suckle on his flesh harder. I felt the blood rushing through my veins, a tingling in my fingertips following his undressing me fully. He flashed me a coy smile, and I in turn snatched his belt, returning the favor.

Before he could handle me, I made my course move, ramming his chest into the daybed with his naked backside perked on its edge in my favor. I leaned over his back crossed arms, my pressure keeping him entirely submissive beneath my growing member.

"Is this what you wanted?" I whispered in his ear, my breath basking down the valley of his nape, "You have an interesting way of asking for attention… "

"Ok, Levi. You can stop. You know I don't like when you get so rough!" He wheezed, writhing his locked limbs.

"No, you just don't like it when you're not in charge. You had no problem fucking me back at my place."

"But Levi…"

"Eren?"

"Y-you're going to hurt me!" His hesitant voice cracked, and I answered with a handful of his hair in my fist.

Arching his head up, I glared down at him, feeding him sternly, "That's not going to work this time. As if you could really back down at this point."

"W-wait, Levi! We really shouldn't even be here. We shouldn't be doing this! What would Hange say?"

A low blow.

Such a coward. I wouldn't've thought my size would stall our sex life in such a capacity. I believed the first time was just nerves, but the fact that he'd prevented me again just confirmed it. It wasn't going to stop me though, not in the slightest. As I've said, I was being selfish tonight.

I sighed, releasing his head and cushioning my piece between his plumpness. "I didn't expect you to resort to guilt as an escape, Eren." I gave a devious grin. "You should be punished for that, wouldn't you agree?"

With one sound yelp to rattle the radius, Eren cried out at my entry, rendering outside silent. I knew from that point we were exposed, but that didn't stop my stride. I smothered his face into the bed and resumed raiding his tight virgin walls, ramming my wet piece without remorse. The more he squirmed and moaned, the harder I pounded him. Until his nice round tush glowed hot red like fire. I slung my head back in rapture, ignoring the approaching footsteps towards the door. My hands gripped his hips, giving me access to deeper plunge into his pulsating cavity. Eren finally stopped resisting, crossing his wrists together over his still sunken head. It made the session easier to handle, easier to manipulate.

I shifted his legs open, forcing one kneeling on the lounge and the other supporting his weight on the floor. Before my speed took flight, I noticed him snatching his member, jerking his arm to the pace of my riding hips. A winning smile wandered my lips, feeling my persuasive charm finally coddling him.

And then suddenly a knock found the door, followed by a familiar voice, questioning, "Is someone in there?"