#i just... rambled

(Put “Take Me” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-60 and give you a sentence starter!)

8. “Have you ever tried fisting?”

Rough, calloused fingertips drummed against the arm of the couch upon which the tall blond man was perched, sigh slipping from his lips as he awaited the knock on the door of his office/home complex that sat within the building that housed the whole of the Mafia’s operations.

With a flick of his wrist, Erwin took a glance at his watch and then let out a disgruntled grumble, swirling the glass of alcohol that he held in his other hand. Jean was late. As per usual.

The blond had invited the younger male over (not for the first time) that night, he’d previously grown fond of his personality and willingness to… Do as his boss wished. Which was good, beneficial for the both of them in multiple ways. Erwin would give the boy whatever he wished for as well as protection, higher status and other things… Jean would give him companionship, loyalty and sex.

Jean was more than just Erwin’s ‘whore’, he was one of the few he felt he could confide in- but that was probably just due to useless feelings that he tried to ignore and probably only happened because of the constant sex and him being the only person that was always there. Yeah.

Ice blue eyes darted up to the grand door as a knock resonated around the room, Erwin’s body twisting, placing the drink down onto the table at the side of him before standing upright, striding to the door and opening it with one fluid movement, hand moving forwards and hooking a finger under the dark blond’s collar, pulling him immediately close, features distorted into an almost hurt expression.

"Jean, you’re late.." The blond mumbled, pulling him in further, pushing the door closed as his lips immediately collided with the other’s. "You know daddy gets lonely when you’re not here.." The taller man purred out, lips brushing lightly against the younger man’s as the words fell from his desperate mouth. "Daddy’s been waiting for you for so long and he needs you so badly tonight, you don’t even know how much Daddy needs his naughty little boy…"

Hands slipped from the other’s collar and down his shoulders, then sides, skimming over his hips and admiring the honey eyed man’s delicious form, his large hands soon scooting around and grabbing his ass, kneading at the annoyingly clothed cheeks that were so wonderfully soft, fingers dipping in between them as best he could through the material.

God, he was so needy. 

This had to be the first time that he was this riled up, this desperate for someone, this goddamn hungry for someone in particular. He was practically burning with lust over this man.

Erwin’s lips had finally left the other’s trailing opened mouthed kisses quickly up to the other’s ear, breath trailing over it as he let out a soft, hot sigh. “Mmmh… Jean, have you ever tried fisting? Daddy wants to hear you moan, god he needs to hear you moan.” The taller man growled, voice sultry and almost predatory but with this incredibly uncommon desperation that, for once, covered up his normal calm tone that usually made him sound so in control. Control was something the man had lost tonight. His fingers pressed further into the clothed cleft of the man’s ass, trying to illustrate his desperation.