It was his fault for being so irresistible- the way his wild blonde hair falls into his face, the way his impossible strength can't help but make an appearance and blow her mind, the way his bronze eyes burn holes into her body with their piercing gaze- all of it made her want to submit to him, become his completely.
His very form commanded surrender, he was intimidating with his tall stature, his sleek muscles and menacing grin, but Celty loved every part of him. For her, it was nearly impossible not to- she was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and indeed, he was like a fire. He was dangerous, and that excited the dullahan- his power greatly surpassed even her own, and knowing as much made her want to feel the extent of it.
Her PDA lie next to her on the futon, her left hand desperately gripping the sheets while her right managed to type a short message.
[More, it feels…good.]
Shizuo obliged, his hips slamming harder against her, spreading her thighs wider to plunge even deeper into her sex.
Her legs wrap tightly around him to hook around his waist, and Celty squirms underneath him, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge.
She couldn't help but look back on how all of this began- at first it was nothing more than a comforting hug, but then he began to plant soft kisses along Celty's collarbone, much to her surprise.
Before they knew it they were naked and he was lapping sensually at her breasts, his tongue circling her nipples before biting down gently on each one, and soon he was pressing inside of her, hard and ready.
Celty needed this, and Shizuo could tell from the moment she'd arrived at his apartment. It pained him to know that she struggled with Shinra so often, that he lied and kept so many secrets from her, secrets that would end her own pain.
But Shizuo guessed this was just how it was with them as a couple- there would always be that hint of uncertainty, and with it, that boundary that was never to be crossed. But Celty had fearlessly done so, unable to think straight with Shizuo's ministrations, and she could not bring herself to regret it.
She rolled her hips forward to meet him as Shizuo began to pant, moaning as she did, and he gripped her tighter, tender flesh bruising under his fingertips. Still, she continued to angle herself in such a way that made every stab into her folds deliciously worthwhile.
The sting took a backseat to the pleasure, however. It was too strong now to be outdone, even by Shizuo's girth forcing its way into Celty's tight heat.
Bliss was inevitable now, and Shizuo's eyes shut instinctually as Celty thrashed and came, pulsating around him before he released deep inside of her, blinded by his orgasm, white spots dancing behind his eyelids.
He buried himself to the hilt one last time before collapsing on top of her, his throbbing cock nestled within her walls, and Celty shivered violently.
She reveled in the feel of his sweaty body against hers, the almost unbearable temperature, his erratic breathing and pounding heartbeat.
She held him as they both recovered, but he remained inside, not wanting to leave this heaven. Shizuo kissed the nape of Celty's neck and slowly, reluctantly, pulled out for her sake.
They wondered in unison, what were they now? What had this erotic escapade made them? Were they friends with benefits?
They both feared to think such a thing, knowing that Shinra would be devastated. But regardless, neither Shizuo nor Celty could deny that now this new element to their relationship had been added, they'd never stop, not now.
They just couldn't. Not when they loved each other this much, not when it felt this good.
They might as well enjoy the rush.