Soul slowly pushes you up against your front door, sending shocks pulsing through your veins. His lips connect with yours. With a force not expected from the boy her bites down on your neck, drawing slight blood.A heated tongue slithers from his mouth and laps at the red liquid. You tilt your head back for him. Luscious white hair from Soul’s precious little head tickles at your jaw and you sigh when he breathes into your ear. “Can I come in?” he asks with a toothy smile, almost too devious to befit Soul.
“Yes. Yes, you can.” His soft hand slides down your arms from your shoulder until it reaches your hand where he slips your house key from your fingers. The spare hand meets the wood frame of the entrance as the other uses the key to unlock your front door. His velvety lips press to yours again and make you feel as though you were spinning. Suddenly the door behind you was opened and you both went tumbling in and fell to the hardwood floor, Soul on top.
With no hesitation Soul kicked the door shut behind you and rose slightly to straddle you. He looked down at you. Haze loomed over his crimson eyes as he scanned your body with the intensity of fire. Something deep inside of you warmed with the look he cast down at you and you shuttered slightly. A smirk crawled onto his face at the sight of this.
His hands snake gently down your sides, feeling the depth of your curves, until he can reach no further. He suddenly dives and mashes his mouth with yours. In the heat of the passion you hardly notice his swell pressing into your thigh until he pulls back to breath. When he returns back to you his tongue slithers inside your mouth, easily slipping through your wet lips, and greeting the roof of your mouth with pleasant tickle. The tip of his tongue is hot, searing even, as it grazes its way through your mouth, mapping out every crevice of your mouth. He wants to know this all, he wants to commit the wonders of your body to memory, you just know it.
You feel the tingle of dragging hands on your stomach, his hands, sliding around under your shirt. The hands’ finger tips reach the lace of your black bra and you jump again. This pleases Soul and he edges further still. The nimble fingers touch and grab just right, alighting fire in your core. Finally he gets fed up with the spare cloth getting in his way and he pulls your shirt over your head and off, tossing it far to the side. Soul peels his lips away from yours and makes his way down your neck softly, placing butterfly kisses just right.
His fingers finally reach the top of your bra where the slide and cover the whole of your breasts, squeezing and massaging like an expert. “Soul…” you moan and his lips come to a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
His lips curl into a sly smile and you feel it in your neck. Soul chooses to then suck that spot, his tongue circling and swirling around the area teasingly. Your bra is also undone by his skilled hands and tossed to the side. When Soul abandons your neck for some different attention you decide to make things a little more even. With nimble fingers you slowly begin to unzip his jacket and pull it off, the next thing to go was his shirt…
The long jagged stitch marks on his chest still remained from where Maka was an idiot and got Soul hurt, but the feeling of that skin under your fingertips was so entrancing to you, you couldn’t help but run your fingers of the silky, scared skin again and again. Soul moaned when you touched a sensitive spot on his hips, his skin jumping under the contact.
“Ah, Soul.” you started to moan, but ended up chuckling as he struggled with your pants zipper. Eventually he got fed up and transformed his arm into that long, shiny, scythe blade he was and sliced open the zipper. Oh, how that made you want to wield him as your weapon.
Actually, for a moment you wanted to be mad, but then you remembered that there was a more important task at hand and that you could buy new pants anytime you wanted to.
You watched intently as his tongue snaked around his lips hungrily, leaving tantalizing, glistening trails in it’s wake. Soul rose to his full height, dragging your pants off with the action, and then fumbled with his own jeans. At one point you giggled because he couldn’t get them off over the bulge at his hips. “Are we seriously about to do it on the ‘welcome’ mat?” you asked, slightly dumbfounded. But then, this was Soul. Perverted, rash Soul Eater Evans.
“Why not?” he replied stepping out of the blood red skinny jeans and dropping all of his weight back down onto you. Immediately he attacked your stomach with avid kisses and bites, his fingers toying with the hem of your black-lace panties. You also found yourself gripping the legs of his black boxers.
“People step on this mat with their dirty feet.”
“So? S’ not like we’ll get AIDS from it or anything.” Before you could even roll your eyes all the way Soul had lifted your back off of the hardwood flooring and undone your bra. Even had time to toss it off into some other room. His searing tongue quickly made contact with your nipples, circling and nipping gently, massaging the other breast as well. You moaned as you thought of a good comeback for that last remark, your thoughts swirling and making the task even more difficult. Then you got it.
“What if some other perverts had sex on top of Maka’s or Tsubaki’s or Black star’s or Kid’s shoes and they had AIDS and they got the AIDS on the ‘welcome’ mat when they came over?”
Soul paused, and glanced up at your awaiting gaze for a moment with that look that says that’s-a-little-too-much-don’t-you-think-?. Then he returned to the tender peaks of your breasts. Tired of this game, you shot out from under him and rushed down the hallway. “Hey!” he barked, his gleaming red eyes following your form. “What the hell?!”
“Come on, Soul!” you chimed, “follow the sound of my voice!” He was already on his hands and knees, so Soul got a good start doing a dog run. Soon he caught up to you at the end of the hallway, throwing his arms around you and lifting you right off the floor and into the air.
“You wanna do it in the bed so bad, fine. But we’re doing it my way!” he said loudly and sternly, but you had a good feeling he was smiling down below. Probably kidding around. Still, it made you wonder exactly what was ‘his’ was of having sex. Before you knew it, Soul had you thrown down on the bed and was crawling on top. “Close your eyes.” he said. You complied, curious as to what exactly he was doing. The drawer beside the bed opened, you heard, and he scrambled around in it before pulling out something. Something metal, you decided.
Before you could act you found yourself handcuffed to the head board. “Soul! What the hell?!”
“Who’d a thought,” he muttered, slowly beginning to occupy his mouth with the tips of your breasts once more, “that those handcuffs your uncle the cop gave you three years ago?”
God, you hated your uncle at that moment. Stupid Soul, taking away your chance to be on top and all…
Nimble fingertips rushed town your torso, soft skin shuttering and sucking in when he happened upon a sensitive spot, and hooked around the hem of your black panties. Soul happened to unconsciously lick his lips again, setting off nearly painful sparks through your veins. Maybe Soul was into the whole ‘expense’ thing, because he sure took his sweet time dragging your panties down your thighs. He stopped pulling at your knees and turned his full attention to your clit, licking lightly at the tender flesh. You gasped sharply at the action.
“Soul. Ahh, Soul.”
You felt him smirk into your thighs. After moaning his name again he replied with a bite to your thigh and a lick at the other. He was hard now, very much so, and throbbing, and burning, and god he wanted to just fuck you all night long. It was getting hard to contain himself. Soul still wanted to tease you a little, but it was inevitable. Soul rose up and pulled off his boxers, allowing your eyes to feast on his length. You just stared for a good few seconds before casting a glance up at his bloody eyes. His hungry eyes.
When you felt the hard member in your right thigh as he straddled you your eyes snapped shut. As in, tight shut. Really tight. It wasn’t painful, but this expense was killing you. Soul rubbed himself on you a little, loving the feel of skin on skin, before giving you that horny, teenage, toothy grin of his. You smiled back a little too. Then he thrust his length in. He didn’t start careful and insert slow. In fact, the suddenness of the action, and the harshness actually made you scream. Soul the stopped for a moment, and sat, feeling your velvet inside and rubbing the curves of your body a little more.
In, out, in, out, he started. Faster than he should have for a starting pace, and his speed was increasing rapidly. You moaned and moaned, louder and louder as Soul rode you. The metal cuffs were bruising your wrists as you pulled to be free. For a moment he slowed a tad and shakily murmured “No use. I’m on top. That’s final.”
Then he pulled out. Grunting and gripped his length in his hand, feeling a little seed spilling from him against your leg made you jump. You weren’t using protection. “There’s a condom in the drawer too.” you managed to say between breaths.
Sure enough, there was, and Soul slipped it on, panting no less, then turned back to the matter before him. Soul thrust himself back inside the smooth walls of your warmth and pumped into your form.
When things got crazy you found yourself with Soul holding your face into the crook of his neck possessively. Almost like someone could sweep in at any moment and steal you away for themselves. “Soul! Soul!” You pulled and tugged and yanked your wrists this way and that, doing all in your power to be free once more, but only felt the twinge of the bruises.
Both of you were close to the end. He was going to release and you were going to cum.
Gentle words reached your ears, pulling the last of the blush in your body to surface at your cheeks. “I love you.”
Bliss and warmth washed over your bodies. Cum leaked out and around Soul’s appendage and onto the sheets of your bed. Soul pulled out and dropped down next to you, panting into your ear, sweat rolling down his wonderful mounds of toned everything. He undid the cuffs with a key on the table and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you too.”
He chuckled a little into your ear, sweetly but still cockily, “Next time you can be on top.”
