Role Reversal
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while.
Author’s Notes- This is a birthday fic for enmchoices. She recently told me that the hot gym sex was one of the reasons she loved Eleanor and Dante so much (I can’t argue), so I had to write her some more! This is set before their engagement, but a few months into their relationship.
Pairing- Dante/Eleanor
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Dante catches Eleanor working out and for once, he’s the one who can’t keep his hands to himself.
Words- 842
Eleanor adjusted her headphones and then took a deep breath before going into the next set of lunges. She counted in her head and then finished, turning to do the next phase and then freezing when she realized she was no longer alone.
Dante was leaning against the door frame, just watching her.
“How long have you been there?” She asked, taking off the headphones.
“Only a moment,” he assured her, stepping closer. “I actually didn’t realize you were here. I got home early and decided to grab a quick workout,” Eleanor suddenly realized that he wearing athletic pants and a tank top not a suit, “but now I want a different kind of workout.”
“Do you now?” Eleanor teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was usually the one that couldn’t keep her hands off him in the gym.
“Yeah,” Dante told her, lowering his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands massaging her ass through the fabric of her yoga pants.
“I’m all sweaty and gross,” Eleanor pointed out.
“You’re hot,” Dante countered, “and getting sweaty is kind of the point.” He maneuvered them against the wall. “Do you want me?”
“Always,” Eleanor told him. It was true. She couldn’t imagine a time when she wouldn’t want Dante. Wouldn’t want this.
That was all the answer Dante apparently needed because his mouth was on hers again, his hands impatiently pulling her yoga pants off. Once they were off, Dante broke the kiss and got to his knees, lifting Eleanor’s legs over his shoulders. She sighed in pleasure and anticipation as he kissed the inside of her thighs, then moved closer, placing teasing kissing until he reached her center.
Dante licked and lapped at her, causing her to moan and dig her fingers into his dark hair, and then, when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he plunged his tongue into her and the sensations only increased.
“Dante!” She screamed out as he plunged his tongue in and out of her at a dizzying pace, quickly bringing her to impossible heights. She came with a shout, her back against the wall, her hands in Dante’s hair.
Before she had time to come down though, Dante was setting her on her feet and then his mouth was on hers again. Eleanor could taste herself on him and it sent a thrill through her, knowing this man was hers and she was his. She slipped her hand underneath the waistband of his pants, massaging Dante’s length, noting how hard it was. He groaned at her touch.
She removed her hand, long enough to tug at his pants, Dante obliged her, kicked them off. They both still wore their tops, but that didn’t matter. Not now. Eleanor took Dante in her hands again, stroking him, listening to the sounds he made, watching the way his eyes got heavy with pleasure until he stopped her, his big hand closing over hers.
“I want you,” he told her in a low voice.
“I’m yours,” Eleanor said honestly, gazing up at him. Their eyes met and the look that passed between them took her breath away. It was so easy with them, so simple. Almost from the start, they had recognized this incredible connection and though it was still the early days, Eleanor was confident that they were on the same page and building something amazing.
Dante suddenly lifted her up, pinning her to the wall again, and then he entered her in one fast stroke. Eleanor immediately wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him as he slammed in and out of her.
She loved this, the feeling of being vulnerable to him, but also being completely safe because he had her. She was his to take, but at the same time, she knew he would never mistreat her.
It was fast and rough, both of them desperate for one another. Sloppy kisses and frenzied touches. But it was also warm and loving, an intimate connection between the two them, their gaze rarely breaking.
“Dante, oh, Dante,” Eleanor screamed again as she came hard, clenching around him.
“Fuck you feel so good, baby” Dante groaned, “Oh, Ellie.” He spilled himself inside of her, his body resting against hers as he kept her pinned to the wall. His mouth founds her again, this kiss less desperate, more comfortable, just reaffirming what they both knew. They belonged to each other.
After a moment, Dante helped her to his feet, his touch incredibly gentle as he drew her to his side. “Want to shower?”
“Weren’t you going to work out?” Eleanor teased as she gazed up at him. “I don’t want to stop you.”
“You just want to see me all hot and sweaty,” Dante joked, even as he reached for his pants and put them back on.
“Guilty,” Eleanor told him, grabbing her own clothes. She could use a shower, but the idea of watching Dante work out, and finishing her own work-out, was more appealing. They could always shower later. After round 2.
- End
