"you're write the sex"
- Chopstick, 2016
"Ah-!" Eren's breath came out in short puffs and moans. He was currently being fucked into the mattress by Jean, whose face was beaded with sweat. "H- harder!" The green-eyed man's words assaulted the taller one's ears and caused a shiver to go up his spine. Despite this, the demand from Eren sent a sliver of irritation into Jean's mind.
The two-toned man growled slightly. "Since when do you get to take control during sex?"
Eren sighed in exasperation. "Are we seriously going to - ah! - argue about this right now?"
"What are you talking about?" Jean winced and slowed down slightly. "Hey. Can we switch? I'm really uncomfortable."
"For fucks' sake! Can you wait for a few minutes?" The shorter man frowned. "Stop doing this!"
The older man stopped completely. "No. My leg's cramping up."
"Jean, please-" The brunet tried to say something that would keep the man there, but it was useless. The golden-eyed man had already pulled out and was heading for the shower.
"GOD DAMNIT!"
I'm ashamed of myself.
Not.
Chopstick, this is your fault