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minxiebutt:

Intimacy breeds trust in these moments.

The quiet mingles with shaky breathing as an exchange, too often socialized as a crude and immoral, is offered.

He slips his hands into her hair, not to control her movements, but caress her gently. She staggers her breathing around him, pulling him in deeply. He can feel his tip brushing past her tonsils and down, down, down. Her tongue cradles him, the piercing nestled there tickles. He can only describe Mikasa’s mouth as a wonderful blessing.

When he knows his climax is approaching, he painfully disengages her. Levi knows that the taste of his cum is something she hasn’t developed a taste for, and he won’t violate her boundaries. She looks up at him, still on her knees, hands on his belt.

“I’d like to fuck you,” he rasps, pulling his hands from her hair and smoothing them back over her neck, rubbing his thumbs over her ears.

As she leans back, he follows, until she is laying on the floor with her knees up beside her head. Levi is perpendicular, his hands wrapped around her shins, driving from a place of leverage into the warm, slick core. She graces him with soft sighs and soon she is loose enough for him to slide without friction, drenched in arousal.

“O-Oh,” she whimpers, tensing, balling her hands against the cool kitchen tiles. She orgasms silent, mouth open, her body taut, his length being simultaneously hugged and slathered with her cum, and he only lasts another stroke.

Two content sighs drift upward, laced like needlework.

He touches his forehead to hers. “So much for waiting until the six week check-up.”

October 8   13♥


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