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Erwin let his teeth sink into the gag as he heard a voice, trying to debunk who it could be. He stayed stiff, turning his head to the voice, as if he was actually looking, but he was just trying to detect where the other person was. He gave a response, a shift, sighing as the blindfold was touched, as well as his face. A bit of saliva was at his mouth, and he certainly didn’t look as pragmatic as usual. He gave a grunt as if to say he was listening, and relaxed. Bertholdt. From the sound of it, he wasn’t trying to hurt him either, and he couldn’t bring himself to think he was lying. He settles where he is, listening to the other. As he gets pushed, he laid back on the bed, and where Bertholdt’s hands were, he tilted forward, and placed his head against the brunettes forearm, resting it there, just to feel. Erwin gave another grunt, and brought his bound hands forward, trying to hold only the other, but only gripping at the ends of Bertholdt’s shirt.
This was precious. Bertholdt loved hearing those grunts Erwin gave out, and how his cheeks looked blushed and his hair messy... It was beautiful. His fingers stroked slowly over the blond's neck, caressing the skin before tangling into his hair, pulling slightly. "It's just me returning the favor.." Carefully removing Erwin's grip from his shirt, he lay him back, slowly dragging his palm over his chest and lower, down along his abdomen, tracing his fingertips on each dip of muscle, resting on his hips. "You look nice like this..." The brunet breathed, his hand teasing slowly around the base of the older male's shaft, refusing to touch him just yet.
Marco hummed into the kiss as the taller boy deepened it, the feeling of a tongue and—walls—teeth on his lips sending warm thrills down his spine. He sighed deeply at the lighter kisses, his lips curling up in a smile as he pressed closer and wound his arms around Bertholdt’s shoulders, fingers threading into the shorter hair at the back of his neck. A soft laugh, almost a giggle, bubbled up in his throat as he arched his chin up into the kisses. It tickled, almost, and Marco was enjoying it very much.
He drew in a sharp gasp of a breath when Bertholdt nipped at his earlobe, then let it out in a yelp of a moan when he was bitten, his fingernails scratching down the nape of the other’s neck. Although Marco hadn’t done too much fooling around before this he knew that he enjoyed lovebites very much, both receiving and giving them, so if Bertholdt was going to do that with him—
The freckled boy shoved his companion up against the wall of the shed that they had ducked behind and rocked up onto the balls of his feet to plant a hot open-mouthed kiss to his lips, tongue lapping over the seam between them.
That gasp made Bertholdt smirk, a choked gasp at the touch over his neck. Fuck, that was a sensitive spot... He let out a growl at the attention there, stumbling back as he was shoved. When his back hit the shed, he smirked and helped lift him up a little more, arching over him and kissing him back just as deep.
The feeling of his tongue was accepted and Bertholdt pressed his own over Marco's before forcing it into his mouth, running it over the roof of his mouth. He ran his hands down Marco's back, fingers stroking over the fabric until he reached Marco's ass and gave it a rough squeeze.
Bertholdt had to pull back, panting hard and smirking down at the brunet in front of him. He dragged his hand down Marco's thigh, squeezing the skin under the pants he wore. Bertholdt guided his hands now both down Marco's thighs, hooking them under his knees and yanking him up abruptly, holding egs around his waist. Using his body to hold him up, kissing his jawline and continuing to massage and grope at his ass. "Marco..."
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"Would you sleep with a stranger?"
"You're a god/goddess..."
"I'm not wearing any underwear..."
"I'm completely naked under all these clothes."
"You're my fetish."
"Can I feel between those thighs of yours?"
"I wouldn't tell you to stop."
"You're so cute when you're flustered."
"I know you like me, don't deny it."
"You want it, don't you?"
"You've a beautiful name, wanna hear me moan it?"
"Nice ass..."
"God, you're just perfect."
"I guess... everyone's busy."
Of course I’m comfortable. I’m in the arms of the one person I care about most; why wouldn’t I be?
{ Oh gosh, sometimes Reiner was just too much for him. Right now was one of those times. } Gosh... You're just too good for me...
Loyalty
Marco’s eyes trailed down the Prince’s chest, raking over smooth, glistening caramel and golden jewelry hanging from all sorts of places. His body was barely registering the fleeting touches on his pecs and hips, the delicacy of the Prince’s fingertips applying light pressure on his skin. Did the Prince have the strength to hurt another? he thought shamelessly. Or was he just so fragile that he’d be broken if one was too rough?
The answer was in front of him, standing there naked and tall. Hands found the other, and for the first time since arriving to meet with the Prince Marco felt no fear. He pressed his hips flush to Bertholdt’s, biting his lip to keep from letting out a groan at the tingling in his skin received from contact with that soft skin. The Prince was a work of art, every angle of bone and every curve of muscle being placed there only be divine hands; God’s proudest work.
His fingers worked into Bertholdt’s arms, down the biceps and forearms to the waist. If Marco wanted to he could wrap his arms around it. Concentrating on the tight muscle of his abdomen, a thought crossed Marco’s mind, one so dangerous, one that could leave him vulnerable, that he was surprised it was him who thought it. "My Prince" he said, brown eyes looking up into Bertholdt’s green ones with strength even as he lowered himself on his knees. Tongue traced the abs there, the dip in the belly button, and down the trail of hair he knew would lead him someplace nice. He nestled his head against one of the Prince’s thighs, eyes trailing over the curly hairs and the member there.
Hips to hips, Bertholdt's back arched and he pressed against the guard, watching each movement of his hands up his arms, his torso, near the piercings. Touch wasn't actually a normal thing for him unless they were the hands of servants scrubbing him down or disrobing him for a bath. This, these intimate touches were new, but he adapted quickly, wanting more.
Almost as if Marco read his mind, he continued to stroke his fingers over Bertholdt's waist and caress his body. His gentle voice made Bertholdt smile, a faint blush on his cheeks. How come he heard people calling him their prince, but when Marco said it, so calmly, adoringly... He could.. kiss this servant. Yet he started to move... down? Bertholdt watched, his ribs getting defined as he sucked in a breath from Marco's tongue prodding at his skin. Shaft throbbing once the brunet lowered to his thigh, his slender fingers tangling into the chocolate tendrils.
"Marco..." He said, biting his lip and freeing one of his hands to run it through his own ebony hair. Hand trailing to gently lay against his chest, feeling his breathing get a little rushed. What was Marco thinking?
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”It’s just… There are plenty of good-looking people here. Some even look prettier than food! And that’s rare, Bertl!”
"Well, you gotta remember it's not about the looks... It's about how they treat you and how you feel around them."
{ A content hum escapes him as he rests against the taller male. }
Comfy?
{ Bertholdt actually enjoyed it, Reiner was warm and he loved feeling his chest expand and contract with each breath. }
I'm sure I should be asking you that.
Marco's expression flashes to one of worry for a moment before turning back to his usual one. "We'd better hurry, then." As soon as he says this, they finally reach the little shop. He opens the door and leads him inside, still keeping a good hold of his hand. He really, really,
really doesn't want to let go. A strong aroma of coffee beans fill their lungs when he walks up to the counter. There isn't much of a line, so he quickly orders for the both of them. He guides Bertholdt to a table with only two chairs once he gets both of their drinks and (regretfully) lets go of his hand. It's right by the window, so if it gets too bad outside, he'll know when to leave. Sliding the cup of sweet tea over to him, he reaches over and gently guides his hand to the base of it. He rests his chin on one of his hands, smiling and admiring the way the light from outside reflects on his face. Realizing that he must've kept an awkwardly long stretch of silence between them, he tries to make up for that. "S-Sorry. Should I start with the notes?" It was pretty obvious that he just stuttered, and the tone of voice indicates that he's flustered.
Bertholdt smiles at the smell, enjoying each distinct scent. Someone would walk by with a different beverage, enhancing the sight that Bertholdt created for himself in his mind. Each sound added a little something to his world. A soft tap on the window, followed by another, picking up an uneven pace on the glass, gentle but increasing, added the sight of rain, starting to fall. A smile lifted to his lips and he wrapped his hands around the tea cup, enjoying the warmth transferring to his fingertips. "Uh... Hey.." Now that Bertholdt thought back, he already had the notes, and well... He didn't care about them. This was, shamefully, just a little plan of his. "Maybe we should head to my house, or yours, whichever you prefer... It's pretty loud here." He beamed forward, taking a quick drink.
Jean’s eyes blinked up to look at Bertholdt when he heard the soft whisper of his name, grinning against his skin. That’s what he wanted, that’s what he needed to hear. And he knew exactly how to get him to say it again. He slowly pushed himself up, their bodies barely touching, except for their hips, his own moving in slow circles, while he stared down at Bertholdt, the grin on his face becoming more and more devious. “What do you want? Tell me exactly what you want, and don’t spare any details.” He purred, ducking his head down just a little to lick a small stripe on to the others lips.
He kept them apart, yet was still twirling his hips, having enough self control to contain his excitement, whereas Bertholdt was slowly crumbling. Exactly like Jean planned. He wanted to get him begging, craving his touch more than air, needing him in every way possible, then he would fuck him until he could barely see straight.
Jean just happened to hear the plea for a bite, and though he knew it wasn’t the full answer to the question he asked earlier, he was still eager to oblige. He get on his knees for a second, studying Bertholdt’s body and trying to tactically plan his bite, but before long, he gave up and shot back down, mouth devouring whatever it touched first, which happened to be the space where his shoulder met his neck, a sensitive spot for anyone. At first, he only nibbled, wanting to see how the other took to it before he was clamping down, even tugging on the skin just a little, knowing for sure there would be marks in the morning. When he came back up, he had to wipe his mouth from the saliva that had built up, looking at him for a split second before biting him once again, hips still stirring slowly
Knees already having bent, back arching and teeth biting into Bertholdt's lip harshly, the poor brunet was a writhing mess underneath Jean. It wouldn't take long before Bertholdt just broke, desperate for Jean's touch. He flicked his tongue out, brushing it over his when he licked his lip and pushing his hips up, legs wrapping around his waist to try and yank him down on top of him. It kind of worked, he forced Jean down a bit, but he was losing is resolve, slowly but surely becoming putty in Jean's hands.
When Jean moved away, he kept his legs separated and bent, cock straining rather obviously, twitching in need to be touched. This was such a good idea. Bertholdt practically threw his head back, letting Jean bite and suck and completely mark up his skin. Each time he bit down at his shoulder, he'd let out a distressed moan, his pushing along Jean's to get a sound out of him. He knew that Jean liked any touches towards the head of his cock, so he focused on rotating his hips more when he was closer to it, the bucks quicker and more filled with need.
Luxury Seat.
He wasn’t the usual person to sit on his lap, so Bertholdt began tensing and shuffling a little under his weight. But Bertholdt was used to having random other trainees come and sit on him since his legs were long enough for a comfortable space, and had enough muscle to be a fair seat. He placed his hands a little behind him, smiling and accepting his little motion. “Comfy?”
Well, it’s you, so I have no reason not to be.
"...Alright."
Luxury Seat.
He wasn’t the usual person to sit on his lap, so Bertholdt began tensing and shuffling a little under his weight. But Bertholdt was used to having random other trainees come and sit on him since his legs were long enough for a comfortable space, and had enough muscle to be a fair seat. He placed his hands a little behind him, smiling and accepting his little motion. “Comfy?”
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