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Eren straddles Jean’s torso, looking down at his red, pleading face with a smile on his face. His cock, hard as hell to the point of being painful, rests on the bare chest in front of him, throbbing with a need to relieve himself of the tension.
“You look so damn pretty, baby. So pretty with my cock sitting on your tits.”
Beneath him, Jean whimpers softly. His hands hold onto Eren’s thighs gently, rubbing the skin that’s keeping him held down onto the mattress. He’s speechless, gazing up at his boyfriend, scanning his pretty body, all the features he loves so much.
His tanned skin. Those pretty hips. The happy trail that extends from the bottom of his waist up to his belly button, light and enticing. Just staring at his boyfriend is enough to get him all turned on, but having all that weight on top of his body, putting pressure on his chest and giving a close-up view, is making the arousal even worse.
Having attention called to his tits makes Jean squirm. His hips wiggle down into the bedsheets, all to try and calm his body, his cock aching hard in a dire request for stimulation.
Back arching, Jean’s chest pushes forward, just barely managing to shift Eren’s dick. Having it resting on top of his skin is making it so sensitive.
“Eren … Please. No more teasing.”
In response, Eren can only grab his cock, rubbing the tip against his boyfriend’s tits, alternating between the left and the right evenly.
“Is this better, cupcake?”
Immediately, Jean shakes his head, gulping hard. The concept of this being an improvement is almost laughable, hardly believable. He’s only made the teasing worse, not better. Nothing has been done to alleviate the restlessness.
God, he’s an ass.
An ass that knows what he’s doing way too well.
“You know it’s not … It’s not enough. More, please … C’mon, Eren, please. I’ll do anything, I will, just please, give me more!”
He resorts to begging so easily. Eren has rendered him an obedient dog, aware of his place and what he has to do to get his needs taken care of in the bedroom. His boyfriend is a sweetheart outside of these scenarios, completely whipped … But here, he’s in charge.
Jean has to suppose this is the consequence of exposing his needy, submissive side to Eren. He gave him so much to work with, so much to play around with and taunt.
“Fuck … You’re so fucking sexy when you’re all crazy for my dick, handsome. You know what your slutty begging does to me, don’t you?”
“Show me. Please.”
Playing with his food is all fun and games for a while, but he’s just as horny, and could barely be considered a patient man on his happiest, best days. He’s just as eager … Toying with Jean enough to pull out his begging was all the satisfaction he needed.
“Okay, Jean-baby, you win. Use your gorgeous hands and squeeze your beautiful tits together, yeah? Make it nice and tight for me.”
No hesitation (and delighted to finally have his wishes granted), Jean pries his hands away from the thighs he was silently worshipping and fixes them to either side of his chest, pushing inward and creating a tight tunnel, just as Eren asked. He looks up at him with those same pleading eyes, his mouth hanging open, throaty whimpers dripping out of his body, swallowing over and over again.
“Good boy,” The other coos, adjusting one of his own hands to rest over the tunnel. Providing an extra layer of security to keep his dick inside. “That’s such a good boy … So tight.”
He’s hardly finished the words before his body is pressing forward, his cock sliding between those tits and making himself right at home. Eren doesn’t start thrusting after he’s inside. He sits there comfortably, moaning loudly as Jean’s skin gives his length a big squeeze, embracing all the most sensitive parts and making him throb.
Bringing them both relief in one mutually beneficial motion. Both men cry out in relief, though Jean’s mewling is much more high-pitched and desperate.
“Fuck. Baby, I need more. I need you to fuck my tits, I need to see your pretty dick taking me.”
The only thing that’s annoying Eren is the fact that his extra protective measure is blocking his view of exactly what he wants, daresay needs to see.
“Can you promise me that if I take my hand away, you’ll be able to keep me inside, cupcake?”
“I promise.” Gritting his teeth, getting so close to satisfaction yet still being denied is driving Jean absolutely insane.
“You won’t let me slip out?”
Now, Eren’s just being cruel.
It only draws out his lover’s frustration with ease. Forcing the man to whimper and writhe his hips around in a fraught attempt to get things moving.
“I promise! I won’t let you out, I’ll keep you inside. I’ll be a good boy, won’t I? I won’t let you stop fucking me, I won’t let you.”
Jean, without fail, can always deliver just the right words exactly when he needs to give them. He has Eren wrapped around his finger, even if it may seem like it’s the complete other way around sometimes.
“Good. You better not.”
His hand comes off, leaving him free and open. He starts leading with his hips, thrusting back and forth. The space is incredibly tight, just the way Eren likes it. That’s how it feels damn good.
That space is maintained perfectly. Two diligent, focused hands squeezing and being the best lover possible for Eren, giving him all the pleasure.
Eren has a handsome, gorgeous view.
Looking down, he sees that blushing face contorting as his body is rocked into. Jean’s teeth sink into his lower lip, softening his whimpers. There isn’t even a cock inside his body and his eyes are rolling back. He looks gorgeous when he’s all hot and bothered and overwhelmed like this.
Watching his cock pop out of the top of their makeshift tunnel is enough to make him see stars. Seeing it only makes him push harder, fucking deeper, and feeling that tightness even more so.
“Fucking hell, cupcake. Do you … Do you see? See how good you look? You’re so … God, you’re so beautiful. I’m so in love with your tits, fuck. They look so good with my cock in between them.”
He rambles during sex, unable to help himself. Praising the living hell out of Jean’s body is like a full-time job for him, and he does it well. If he isn’t turning his boyfriend into a ripe tomato, it’s not nearly good enough.
Jean adores it.
Not only is he getting a confidence boost, but he gets to see his handsome, suave loverboy start to unravel just because he’s in his presence.
“Uhuh … I see, I promise. Feels so good … Please, don’t stop fucking them, don’t you dare stop, baby. Make a mess, please? Make a big mess all over my tits.”
His boyfriend gives him all the motivation he needs to fuck harder, really testing the limits of their tunnel, pushing the boundaries on how much of a beating this tight space will allow.
“Tighter, baby. Squeeze.”
Though Jean has his doubts that he’ll be able to make it even closer, he’ll try anything for Eren’s satisfaction, absolutely anything. Whimpering, he turns his skin red from how tightly he’s gripping it, from all the pressure he’s exerting to create an even tighter tunnel for him to use.
Turning himself into the greatest do-it-yourself fleshlight the world has ever possibly seen.
Doing so makes Eren groan, his hips shaking lightly as all that extra stimulation suffocates his dick in the best way. Giving him the necessary pressure to milk him to orgasm.
“That’s it … Good boy, sweetheart. Doing such a good fucking job obeying me today.”
“I always do, you know I always do.”
A flash of the confidence that Eren never gets sick of from his handsome, cocksure boyfriend. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, a knot forming within his stomach and threatening to burst at any given moment.
“That’s right, princess. Now tell me how badly you want my cum all over you. Show me.”
Back arching, eyes rolling further back, and his whole body shaking and rocking with each quick thrust, Jean collects himself enough to beg.
“Need it so bad, honey, please. Wanna taste you so bad, want your babies all over my body. Give them to me, I’ve been so good … I deserve them, yeah?”
More whimpers cut off his speaking, but he decides he’s done talking, done begging, and now it’s time for him to demonstrate his desperation.
His tongue hangs out of his mouth in anticipation of a good cumshot, waiting to collect the droplets that manage to make it that far up. Jean stays eager to swallow whatever he can lap up, even if it’s not much. Any amount will make him feel good.
“Christ, babe. I can’t … I can’t focus on anything when you look like this. I need … I need to cum, need to feed you right now. Need to cover you, cover your pretty body.”
In preparation, Eren decides to help. His hands slide right over Jean’s, assisting him with the squeezing. Intimate, and practical. Taking a bit of the pressure off of his boyfriend, in this case, only makes him hornier, only makes him more enthusiastic.
“Cumming … Cumming.”
Still fucking into the space, Eren shoots his cum all over Jean’s collarbone and neck, painting him like a canvas, coating his skin with little semi-translucent strings of pale, milky white.
He whines as his cock is relieved of the pressure, and he whines even louder as he watches some of his release find a place on the corners of Jean’s mouth, staying no longer than a few moments before it is eagerly and swiftly licked up and sampled.
It’s even better when he can feel his boyfriend matching his actions, painting his lower back with his own release. Wouldn’t be fair if only one of them got to become a little masterpiece.
Breathing hard, Eren and Jean alike both come down from their highs together, though neither makes any proper movements. The latter frees his tits from their metaphorical cage, allowing them to rest in their typical position, still hosting Eren’s cock right in the dead center.
In this recovery period, Eren cannot help himself. Making teasing, far-from-coy remarks right after he blows his load is a signature specialty for him.
“You up for round two? Didn’t cover you, there’s still lots of space for me to fill up, Jean-baby.”
Shaking his head softly, Jean’s hands move up to rub over his boyfriend’s chest, feeling over his stomach, wishing he was on top of him, kissing it. Kissing all over his body, up his happy trail, and all over his delicious hips and waistline.
“You're greedy, sweetheart. There’s .. plenty.”
One finger dips down, collecting some of the cum like it’s frosting right off the top of a cupcake. That finger plunges inside his mouth and sucks it clean, tasting and swallowing another sampling.
That shuts Eren up quickly.
In revenge, he quiets Jean with a kiss.