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A pair of hands found their way up Leviathan's shirt from behind, a pair of hungry lips relentlessly sucking on his neck leaving angry red marks in their wake. MC had lost their patience and, despite Levi's protests, had forced him to play with his mic on while they teased him. As expected, the quality of Levi's gameplay had decreased drastically, arising questions from his teammates which Levi did not answer - he could not answer for fear of moaning right into the mic.
MC's hands wandered slowly up and down his abdomen, eagerly feeling every curve of his surprisingly sculpted abs, relishing in the little shivers of pleasure Levi was gifting them with. Their fingers travelled upwards, nails scraping against his skin, pink lines being painted onto him - pink like his face as he held his breath. A smirk adorned their face as MC felt out his nipples earning a slight, muffled gasp as they drew circles around them, occasionally running their nails gently over them - nothing compared to the aroused cry passing his lips when MC squeezed, sinking their teeth into his supple neck flesh as they did so, almost drawing blood. They continued biting, revelling in the pathetic whimpers Levi had not even realised he was making - clearly, his teammates lay forgotten on the call, his attention fully on MC, now palming him through his trousers.
Kissing upwards to his ear, they nibbled on it, gaining a pitiful whine. "Whore," MC murmured, snaking their hand down his trousers and boxers to gently fondle his balls.
He leaned back into MC, softly whimpering their name.
"You're still on the phone - they can hear your whines, your whimpers, your moans - they know who's making you feel so damn good." Between words, MC's teeth grazed his neck, their lips tickling the sensitive flesh, teasing him, forewarning him of the second harsh bite to come. Moaning MC's name, Levi found himself desperately searching for friction, grinding himself into MC's hand.
"Needy slut," MC mumbled against his neck.
Their arousal had been building up, fingers running over their clothed sex, juices leaking through their underwear - they knew Levi could smell it, knew he wanted a taste.
"Patience." Their breath tickled Levi's ears, hand snaking up from his boxers to his own where they took the controller off him, disconnecting the call and switching the console off.
Levi felt his cock harden further as MC moved out from behind him, straddling him, tying his wrists with his own belt - he hadn't noticed when they'd taken it. They slid down until their face was in level with his crotch. Yanking his trousers out to free his cock, MC's eyes found his own amber pools of lust. Poising their mouth at the tip of his dick, they scanned over his pink cheeks signalling his arousal, mouth lewdly open, drooling as MC fondled his balls once again.
"I'm gonna break you, Leviathan, gonna break you until the only thing you can say is my name. No games, only me."
That day, the demon brothers could not walk along the corridor of Levi's room without smelling the thick, heavy arousal or hearing the high pitch moans and pitiful begging crossing Levi's swollen lips.