#hauntedhousecat

The metal of the handcuffs dug into the tender skin of Levi’s wrist, each scratch evoked another sensation of pleasure in his chest. He whimpered as you straddled his lap, his cock strained against the fabric of his underwear. You grinned, placing a hand on his chest, eyeing the way he tensed his jaw as you rotated your hips slowly against him.

Levi didn’t want to beg but the heat coming from your body was overwhelmingly delicious, he wanted to break the handcuffs and run his fingers along your skin, grabbing and tugging at you but the damn metal was impossible to break. He pulled at the handcuffs hard, rattling the bed frame.

You straightened and grinned at him, he bucked his hips forward desperately. You clicked your tongue. He balled his fists, straining against the handcuffs. “Look at you, Levi. Humanity’s strongest beaten by thin metal,” you teased, you walked your fingers up the expanse of his chest, taking everything in. From the small beads of sweat on his chest to the baby hairs clinging to his forehead, everything looked absolutely heavenly.

Such a stoic man devolved to nothing but a panting, sweaty mess, your name spilling out from his lips you were sure everyone could hear. His back arched when your fingers grazed against his nipples and his eyes widened, what the fuck… he thought.

“You like that?” you asked, trying to mask your surprise.