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?
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.
Her shoulders turn into him, head reeling around to join evenly with his. But her hips linger behind, grazing against his erection to incubate his erogenous heat. The second hand drops the sheet, joining up behind his head as she enjoys the ardent kiss.
Eren breaks the kiss, eyes glittering at her in the darkness. Focus shifting to the thin fabric defiantly covering the rest of her body. Her lips purse, challenging him to deal with it as she rolls her hips front and center in front of his attentive member. Warm legs press against his, the evident heat radiating through his waist as a pointed lure. She looses a light smile at him, teasing his effort and reveling the apropos look on his face.
He grinds his hip into her, rubbing his erection into her waist through the barrier. She retracts her head, breaking a fresh kiss and watching him squirm in response. His head tips into hers, heated breath trickling through the fibers of the bedsheet.
Retreating behind the sheet in another blush, she keeps a sharp eye on him. Observing his progress. Or lack thereof.
Eren's fingers grasp the folded, stitched end of the sheet tucked around her face and neck. She pulls away from him, burdening him with some other method to skirt around her leading opposition. He squints at her, head tipping back in mire beset by the combination of her engagement and her stringing him along.
She nods, more scratching her nose on her fingers through the fabric than teasing him while she waits. His hand whips through her hair, fingers grasping the strands and pulling back just enough to wheedle her head back enough to break from its hideaway. Eren plants a kiss on her the moment he sees her lips come into view.
A strong blush streaks over her face as she kisses him back; but his eyes are closed and he would pay it no mind anyway. Seconds pass as the kiss deepens to its former glory, relaxing her guard. Forearm easing on his shoulder. Legs slacking from their affront.
He pushes himself into her, gradually rolling her back to her spot until he rests himself on his forearms and knees. Without breaking the kiss, his left arm crimps under her side, tugging on the sheet and pulling it from under her. She lets the thin, unnecessary security recede. More hauls peeling the layer away as his second focus.
His right arm takes over as his left completes what it can. Eventually shirking the thin cloth from her entirely. He does not break the kiss, sure to keep it true. Eren's body sinks to hers, skin to skin from nearly head to toe.
Arms tighten around her shoulders and the small of her back. His weight shifting onto his left arm and leg and dragging the couple back around onto their sides until she gives a curt shove from the bed to finish the incline. Leaving her body to rest on his wholly.
Mikasa breaks the kiss and looks down at him, seeming to take a hint that he wants her to lead. She gives him an inquisitive look, second guessing if that is really what he is promoting.
Eren's mood doesn't change, signaling his compliance to whatever route she chooses to have in store.
Cocking a brow at him, she worms her way south. Their skin rubbing along one another on her descent.
He feels her hands spread over his thighs, the warmth of her head balanced between his legs. A few seconds float by as her head drifts down until her lips wrap around the mushroomed protrusion jutting out from his waist. Eren groans audibly as her lips sink down his skin. Absorbing more and more sensitive nerves as she goes.
Careful to avoid using her tongue just yet, she keeps her lips sealed tight around him. No ambient pressure one way or another. Just using the saliva natural in her mouth and the heat of her breath to entice him. It works splendidly. She can feel his feet crumple the bed beside her, his toes curling in on themselves as his thighs flex. But she does not stop there.
Puffing a little air into her mouth, blowing out her cheeks to give her teeth and tongue room to avoid him, she angles her head side to side until the smooth skin of his head presses into the warm, moist inner lining of her cheeks. A groan rumbles through his body, felt in her mouth.
She rings her lips down a little farther, until his head presses against the hard palate of the roof of her mouth. Her tongue remits, easing forward until it contacts the loose skin under his tip. A brief moment for him to feel. Then pressing her tongue into him, wide and full until it flows down from the roof of her mouth to the limit of his entrapment. Another angle of her head slides her tongue side to side against his skin, head grating over the roof of her mouth until the very edge of her teeth grazes against him.
His whole leg tenses up as he feels the periphery of her teeth stimulate him in a contrast to the warm skin felt the rest of the world over. A short chirp of a grunt rumbles from his throat.
Mikasa jimmies her head down his length, no longer being shy about enveloping him. His head streaks into her throat, her lips clasping around the base of his staff. He feels her fingers prickle the skin hanging below her mouth, his skin responding automatically by retracting into his waist.
Despite being washed in the feeling of her throat wrapped around him, he can still sense the awkward twist of her lips as she smiles at her successes. Eren groans at her flexing his meat in her mouth, bending him unpredictably as she drags him around in her throat in varying directions. His legs rise from the bed. Her hands quickly cover his knees and push them back down. Pressing her face into him with a greater fervor.
He sits up suddenly. She feels his waist bend and his erection flare in her mouth as he moves. The swell of his figure looms over her vision. Insisting she continue, she does not move. Keeping her lips sealed around his skin but withdrawing far enough to breath through her nose comfortably again.
Her snug position is rudely interrupted. Eren tugs on her hair again, lifting her off him without saying anything. She follows, albeit reluctantly and with a sour look on her face.
Eren does not give her time to ponder over it, though.
His arms snake under her shoulders, fingers slicing between her thigh and shins, pulling her legs out from under her. Dragging her over the bed top until she rests on her back and forearms. Eren flops to the bed and buries his head between her legs as he folds his own and draws them perpendicular to the bed.
Mikasa's head lifts from the bed, looking down at him with some surprise, given how well she thought she had him wrapped around in the skills employed by her most complex muscles. Her distaste is quickly whisked away as she feels his most complex muscle taste her. Tongue broadening and dragging through the valley between her legs with haste. No doubt an effort to stifle her wish to continue her own oral ode.
She fights back, mentally muscling against the tides bathing her lower body. Eking into mind. Against the conscious grain. Overcoming the fibers of her being. Eyes widen at first, but shrink as the elation endues into her brain. Potent and intoxicating.
Her hand weakens, falling to the bed in a limp empyrean haze. Still, her finger crawl forward against the rushing current in her head.
Seeing her hand progress over the mattress, Eren ploughs his tongue forward into her. Mikasa's legs tense up, her waist lifting from the bed as electricity surges through her midsection and into her spine, paralyzing her conscious mind for the duration it takes him to bury his tongue within her. The dissociation persists as her breathing stops, pushing air out of her lungs in an even rush. Pupils shrink.
His skin prickles as her fingers touch his arm. Reacting quickly, he pushes his face into her, his own fingers pressing against the thin muscle over her shins as he lifts her legs from the bed. An awkward shove, then tug frazzles her hair about the bedsheet. Hair dragged along as she feels herself drawn towards the headboard, air pulled back into her lungs as Eren's tongue withdraws during his repositioning. She fights against gravity, her shoulders secure to the bed as her own body pins her to the mattress.
A groan rumbles through her throat as her eyes tip down to his, catching his eyebrows elevating as he reconnects his lips to her. She draws a sharp breath, a combination of the reigniting tingle zapping through her and the reconstituted desire to turn the tables. Despite her efforts, Eren has her suppressed rather well. Her hips still in the air, his head bound between her legs as his tongue wriggles around inside her, intently exciting bands of nerves.
Her fingers manage to brush through his hair. His eyes widen, no more than the touch of her fingers. She feels his nose brush against her clit, making her thighs screech at her in protest to remit her ticklish desire to control him. To feel him buried in her throat.
A quiet, weak grunt leaks from her throat.
Eren feels her legs tighten, hips and thighs clenching around his head. He tries to get his arm over her abs to prevent her from launching herself over top of him.
It fails spectacularly – instead, resulting in a twisted clump of arms and legs tangled beside parallel abdomens. They collect themselves quickly, each venturing to claim supremacy as the giver. Arms unhook from one another and legs amass aside each body.
Eyes meet in the darkness; the view of the other each mired in an inky black backdrop highlighting the contours of their faces. Minus the scattergraph of hair fracturing the chiaroscuro contrasts between the fair skin of their faces and the embracing darkness.
Their black mirror continues – arms tensing away from their sides, hands clutched tight like their archetypal preparations for combat. Eyes' shimmering, lighting the black between them. Time freezes immemorial as they contemplate themselves. Refusing to look away from one another as they challenge each other and themselves to come out on top. The stultifying chill interlaces between the fibers of their spinal cords, reminding themselves of the resilient, lingering swell of tissue and intimate biological urges devitalizing their postures in tandem.
Catching the same hesitance in one another.
Immediately triggering their perception they can get the upper hand.
A clash of bodies leaves the pair with a dull headache, only vaguely aware of the crash of heads and limbs yielding their new predicament.
Mikasa catches up first, swinging herself around on her hip back toward him.
But Eren moves too. Himself toward where her chest just was, instead finding her legs nearly within his full grasp. He feels her hands wrap around his shin and ankle, tugging him back. He counters by wrapping his arms tight around both her legs, succeeding in compacting the two bodies together. End over end. Side to side.
She continues trying to pull him away, but he clings on furious, entirely unwilling to give in. A synchronized lapse in his arms' strength allows her legs to part to his head, wedging his chin between her knees, then in. Until his heated breath tickles the folds of skin between her leg. Eren cannot hold his arms around her legs like this, taking it on some faith that the circumfusion of his lips around her as enough of an alluring prospect to hold their even ground.
His relax pulls his face into her, Mikasa still pulling on his legs. He throws one arm over her waist and drags the other under her body until it can join with the other. Lips sow over her, wasting no time skirting his tongue out around the tight knot of nerves opportune to him. Eren's stubborn grip and forthright kisser make her second guess herself.
More out of the innate paralytic pleasure lighting up her core than of conscious choice. The tension in her chest melts away under his amnesty. Arms soon follow, still controlled by her automatic response.
The distant, slight nag in the back of her head steps up to center. Maybe they can meet at the middle ground. No need for playfight. Just live it. Let their lips do the talking, the walking.
Eren uses his height advantage to their advantage – the difference of his head subtracted between her legs as he feels her tongue brush over his erect head. Two pairs of lips advance their love on the other's fine skin.
And so cooperative-competition morphs into a new form. The tangled limbs and gross movements replaced by dexterity, heat, saliva, and erudite efforts of stimulation at the foreground of their frontlines. Their grips on one another loosen, reluctantly accepting the new status as the mutual stimulation wraps around each mind and body. Swirling around in a balanced circle like yin and yang; minds subsumed in the feelings of the other's body.
Her lips seal around the base of his erection, tongue drawing side to side over the shaft of skin filling her throat. Head jimmying with a light hum to her throat to stimulate his every nerve.
His lips cup her, tongue parting through the pinch of skin before him. Electrifying her walls with quick, succinct strokes side to side. Tongue collapsing into a point, then flaring out to a broad scoop.
Her lips draw back, tugging on his skin as she withdraws. Tongue preceding her lips in wide sweeps along the underside of his sensuous skin. Mikasa's head continues falling to one side, elongating the stimulation offered by her mouth to thin his strength of mind.
His lips unfold, expanding over her wet landscape. Tongue rhythmically wriggling up and down, deeper into her concentrated skin. Eren's head presses deeper into the chasm between her thighs, seeking to expand his reach as greatly as possible to break her concentration.
Her lips shrink around him, collapsing to a tight circle against his thigh. A light pressure vacuuming out the air in her mouth and throat, further constricting her muscles around his mass. She can feel him hum into her in response, clearly pleased with her inviting grip.
His lips compress to her skin, tongue writhing around inside her in aimless sweeps. Folding and unfolding. Condensing and expanding its exertion in sporadic attempts to excite nerves. The rumble in her throat both entices him and reverberates through his consciousness.
Their mutual, symmetrical efforts to stimulate the other begin breaking down. First with Eren's focus flaring away from his work to the vibrant feeling irradiating his waist. Mikasa second, her attention withdrawing to the single line of nerves streaming up her back from the excited web in between her legs.
Luckily for Mikasa, her efforts ultimately require little mental or physical expenditure to keep him stirred. All she need do is hold him down her throat, far enough to distract him. Shallow enough to breathe without stagger. An easy trump card she falls back to, allowing her cognizance to slip away into the tumultuous waters stirring around in her lower body. Washing into the lower tiers of her consciousness without abatement as she lowly shifts her head around to keep him off balance.
Eren falters, his until recently strong strokes weakening. The muscles in his jaw coo at him to simply give in and accept the external process oh so seductive and enthralling. Go ahead… just… let her coax you around… the voice in the back of his head seduces. The temptation encroaches the periphery of his mind. Sinking in skin deep, prickling around his skull. Trying to draw him in.
His head relaxes, its dedicated pressure laxing for a moment. Then his determination floods back into mind, surging forward into his muscles.
But its already too late. Mikasa caught onto his weakness. Her head retracts from him as her legs part from his head. Hands pressing against his waist until his hips give in, falling over to the bed as she whips her legs around behind the both of them. She flashes a crisp grin at him, eyes flickering with a suggestive challenge.
Eren sits up, enough to get his arms behind him and meet eyes with her. Except, not any faster as he glimpses her smile and threat. Her lips seal around his waist again, hair pouring over his waist and thighs as she works her head down his shaft until she feels him tickling the back of her throat. She bites back a groan. Resisting the supernal feeling of her control over his erection thrust deep into her throat, an arousing bend fanning out from the crux hidden between her legs with superior acumen.
Yet, relents.
The groan ebbing through her throat in a steady buzz.
Eren exhales heavily, but steadily. Mikasa sees his eyes roll around in his head, the exhale growing to an open groan. She cuts a wanton laugh, stuffing him farther down her throat and shaking her head side to side to work the walls of her throat against him. Swallowing once. Twice. Continually. Waves of muscle rippling up and down nearly his full length as she synchronizes her tongue with her swallows.
He clutches at the sheets, drawing in uneven rumples of the fitted sheet under his grip. She tips her head to the side, bending him within her mouth until the tension pops circuits in his head. Mikasa looks up at him with a radiant glow etched across her face. Innocent. And completely mischievous.
A lip twitches at her, a lukewarm anger rising up within him at her successful administration. Twisted regard at her dichotomous countenance.
Mikasa has no trouble making out his bawdy snarl. She lets her teeth scrape over his sensitive skin, a feigned reminder of her control.
He tempers himself. Knowing she can do as she pleases. But… not having difficulty withdrawing to the tropical waters she vastly blathers within him.
Toothy reminder withdrawn; she drags her head side to side. Long. Tedious strokes. Eyes met with his as she decimates his guard. The muscles in his waist reminding themselves they exist, flexing irregularly as her alluring throat soaks and heats his staff. Her bangs fall to his thighs at the end of each cycle, tickling the skin inside his legs. Hair curtaining over her eyes on each pass, briefly stammering their shimmering eye contact as he onlooks with an ever decreasing capability to resist. To keep his dominion.
Mikasa can see his capabilities withdrawing. The radiant pleasure leaking through near the whole of his body. Minus the cool feeling in his extremities, his core heats his entire body with a sparkling warmth. The nerves so evidently being excited through his waist streaking through his body at odd angles. All consolidating in and constricting his mind.
She sees his eyes slack. Taking it as her cue, she steadies her head over him. Sinking down his length until his head presses against the middle of her throat. Then sucking out the little air around him. Collapsing her hot, wet walls around him. Ebbing out the last remaining strength around him. His eyes flutter.
Muscles' wave, swallowing repeatedly with firm deliberation. Pointed at pulling the fluid hiding within him through the thick straw into her throat. Small, gradual worms inch herself backward until he is pulled taught, the javelin of skin aimed down at her lower position so she can look up at him with a straight face.
Her tongue sweeps under his mass. And that is all the more needed to overthrow the last remaining sliver of his recalcitrance.
Heat rays through his body. Nerves shooting off electrical signals through his waist and back, merging into his conscious. She feels his erection stiffen in her mouth suddenly. The toasty warmth of additional blood flowing into the mass filling her mouth and throat fully before torrid spurts of semen spill down her throat.
Eren holds his gaze on her for the first two jets. But quickly relents into his own euphoria, less dropping and more falling back into the bed in a delirious haze as she swallows everything he has to offer her. His hands react asymmetrically; one continuing to clutch at the sheet sternly, the other unfurling, feeling the open air with a loose, absent daze.
Mikasa's eyes close as he falls to the bed. Focusing around the throbbing mass in her throat. Thick streams of warm cum racing down her throat as quick as she can gulp. His heaving spear coursing with puissance. The sticky heat trailing down her throat relaxing her competitive desire to control him, fueling a rising, tenacious craving to luxuriate in his wrath. Whatever it is he may have in store for her.
The stream abates, her eyes flicking up to his as he rises from the bed. Clearly dazed, drained. Her lips pop off him, promptly creasing into a self-satisfied grin. He looks down at her after shaking his head, stupefied. She crawls up him, arms over his legs and sides until she can rest her head on his shoulder. Eren wraps his arms around her with tardiness.
She waits for him to recover. Somewhat impatient, an unsettled stirring rolling around inside her. Even though it was her own concerted efforts and intention to drain the life out of him. But he is not one to end so prematurely, especially since she stole the dominion from him. Nor is he likely to remit with a little reminder that she is still naked.
And horny.
Mikasa grates her hips against his, tossing her head up a bit higher on his shoulder until their eyes can meet through her bangs. A tempestuous smile slicks across her lips, their gaze catching with the other's and reading the expressions etched into their bodily compositions. She feels herself rise; him taking a deep breath, lifting her into the tepid air surrounding the couple.
Eren turns toward her slightly. She shifts her hand and deliberately laces her fingers between his, lifting his hand into his vision. A smile retraces her lips. He returns the grin with a sly smile of his own.
He moves slowly at first. His arms retract from her, eyes still glued to hers. She builds up a little pressure in her waist, then drags it over his body in a short, jiving grind to egg him on. Eren torques one shoulder into hers.
Flipping her over onto her belly for a split second before tucking an arm under her waist and pulling her up to her knees. He runs the arm up between her breasts and latches his hand around her throat for just long enough to brace her body as he slams himself into her from behind.
Mikasa lets out a sharp gasp as she feels him enter her, plunging into her depths with a swift overtaking. He twists her head to the side, breaking his grip around her neck. Shifting his hand into her hair with a tight grip, pulling on the strands until she groans again. Her eyes flutter in the ready mix of pain and ecstasy flooding her mind.
Eren tugs her hair back toward him, bending her spine outward until she arches from his waist to his shoulders. He begins pumping himself through her, continuing to tighten his grip through her hair. Making a coo leak through her throat. Leaning forward until he can meet an eye with hers, the one eye blazing at her with incandescence.
The muddle of pain and pleasure continues to swirl together in her mind. Brain unable to diffuse one from the other. Unwilling to separate one from the other as they each feed one another in a lemniscate whirl. Another cycle of his hips streak through her, exciting more nerves, furthering her dissociation.
His grip tightens even more. The roots of her hair positively screaming at her under his intense grasp. His lips twitch as he pounds himself into her in another swift, furious thrust. He drags his arm back, until it cranes around his own shoulder with an awkward twist. Her head nearly drawn even with his.
Mikasa's eye flickers open for a moment, catching the change of scenery. Eren glaring at her assiduously. His thrusts increasing in pace and ferocity. Her eyes slip shut again, washed away under the ongoing rush in her head. Blackness is interrupted by a rise of light from the bottom of her vision. Yellow-white color paradoxically emptying the increased darkness behind her eyes lids.
A free hand runs over her front, groping her breasts and feeling the curves of her sides and abs as he continues his assault. Drinking in the feeling of controlling her intimate curves, muscles… mind.
Another coo leaks from her throat, high pitched and weak. Mind warping against itself, anesthetic against the torrent of contrived pain and pleasure signals melting her conscious. Eren feels her body shiver, the subtle feeling of corrugation on her arm as goosebumps sweep over her skin. He drops his head to her neck, holding her skin bare to him with one hand in her hair as he sinks his teeth into her neck with a firm, erotic bite.
Whatever cold and hot flashes illuminating her body are largely lost to him. Only feeling the contraction of her walls around him as he flushes himself through her over and over. He pulls her hair opposite to his previous motions, dragging her head down until her limbs loosely support her weight against the mattress. Then removes whatever limiters he had in place.
His hands attach to her hips, gripping her tightly as he furiously pounds himself into her. The flurry of activity only exacerbating the divide between her mind and body. He grunts with animality, channeling his energy into a furious stretch of bodily exertion to tear her asunder. Hectic nerves begin numbing his mind to the pacing of his body. The vigorous exercise of his thighs and abs fading from mind as his mind's focus centralizes on the slick, hot embrace of her walls around his furore.
Eren slams himself into her once more, pushing the both of them down into the covers. Barely managing to get one arm under her body before his mind skips away from himself. His body envelopes hers, cocooned around her as he buries his mass within her and revels at a second orgasm. Weaker and with little fluid flowing from him, but gripping and tantalizing nonetheless.
He buries his head in the pith of her neck, the silken feel of her black hair eliciting the privacy of their relationship. His mind sinks into the warm, welcoming enfold. Neither body moves. Reveling in the mutual regard.
Mikasa clears her throat after a long minute. A hum slipping from her lips as her awareness tickles back into mind. Breaking through Eren's distant concentration.
His eyes open, mind and body reeling backward through the warm embrace into the tepid air surrounding them. A deep breath fills his lungs, a few stray hairs bound against his nose with the airflow. He shakes his head, much less an attempt to loosen her ticklish hairs and more an assay to return to the deep, dependable comfort of feeling connected with her. Eren groans languidly.
The dark, silent room fills the void.
Eren falls to her side with a laggard hesitance. Content to brace himself over top of her and encompass her body. She shifts, turning onto her side to face him as his side hits the bed beside her.
Mikasa puckers her lips, a light flitter welling up in her chest as their eyes meet. Eren catches one of her hands before her arm folds between them, grinning back at her. He breaks the hold of her hand and wraps his arm around her back. Pulling the pair together.
Foreheads touch together. Followed by the smooth touch of lips brushing past one another. Locking together in a tight clasp. They can feel the jaw and neck of the other's tense, flexing into one another as their lips meld together into a single entity. Eren leans into her, arms tightening around her back. The toasty gambol of her breasts pressing against his chest as their bodies squeeze together.
Their bodies heat one another. The already elevated temperature of their cores ripe from their elation rising further. A flash of white in the darkness. A thin line of teeth bared brightly at him as their kiss breaks for a moment. Eren slips a leg between hers, further knitting their bodies together.
Mikasa reseals their lips. Her arms bind around the back of his neck, pulling him into their embrace.
Hot rolls of breath curl down their bodies. Forcing momentary breaks of their bosom entanglement. Breaths pass in silence as their lips continue to dance.
The cooler air of the room begins to flow over them, gurgling against their skin. Eren leans backward, clumsily dragging her with him until their heads rest on the pillows. He reaches for the sheet first, Mikasa still focused on him as she feels him dragging the thin cover over the top of them.
Her breasts press against him as she cants into him. A pleasant hum vibrating through her throat as Mikasa carouses in the familiar feeling of his body being wrapped around her.
Eren finishes pulling the sheet over their bodies. Tipping his head forward until their lips seal together once more.
He rests his forehead on hers. A drowsy, deep grumble sounds through his throat, "Mm.. love you."
Mikasa illuminates the dark. Her toothless smile shining through the darkness.
She touches her finger to his nose, making him snort. His head shaking at the loving touch. "I love you too, Babe." She touches her forehead back to his and reseals their lips one more time before their embrace weakens and they take their spooning back to restfulness.