he could stand there for hours, possibly, to daze in the aroma of her like heated therapy, rubbing back with inches more of force after force. he’s calling her, and the sharpest of inhales come from eren the moment their jaws touch, tilt, dip— he doesn’t leave her behind in taking initiative, bending his head and his neck to reach her more, more more (plus, he’s way too tall compared to her, about two heads). the soft grouse fills his pointed ears more than any cricket’s chirp or croak out here. when she comes, eren goes, nose-to-cheek in a kiss that, if she would drown without it, he’d die of thirst if he missed the chance.
oh, it’s good. her taste is ten times amplified now that lips cover lips to break tension they’ve been feeling like chains to a prisoner. now that it’s loose, it’s loose. he wanted this just as much as she did. there were teeth, sharp as his that he could feel graze his flesh as he covers her mouth. although. there’s a very human part of him still wildly aware that they’re out in the open, where they had encountered the mimic in the first place. this is was causes him to break off first, briefly after it started, trying his damned best to speak in between them. ]
It’s— [ he licks his lips, presses them together, tries to speak in a gasp before it’s too late. ] It’s dangerous, [ — but you know what? asks lizard brain, hyped on her musk and a sample of the single taste from her mouth that makes eren breathless. her eyes?? look at the fire in her brown eyes that almost seem like gold under the sister moons. his eyes, half-lidded blue slits dilate sideways, and he can’t help the tremble in his exhale that’s far too eager just for him to contain. ] Fuck it— [ he growls, enamored into a second kiss that he starts, harder than the first, pursing before he’s coaxing his lips open for her, and his arms, rather than an embrace, morphs into a traveling, exploratory hold, starting at the small of her back (to bring her hips to his), then another at the curve of the back of her head, lost in curls and fur and just digging deeper.
she had captivated him since day one, and, he’s been waiting a little while for this. ]
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he could stand there for hours, possibly, to daze in the aroma of her like heated therapy, rubbing back with inches more of force after force. he’s calling her, and the sharpest of inhales come from eren the moment their jaws touch, tilt, dip— he doesn’t leave her behind in taking initiative, bending his head and his neck to reach her more, more more (plus, he’s way too tall compared to her, about two heads). the soft grouse fills his pointed ears more than any cricket’s chirp or croak out here. when she comes, eren goes, nose-to-cheek in a kiss that, if she would drown without it, he’d die of thirst if he missed the chance.
oh, it’s good. her taste is ten times amplified now that lips cover lips to break tension they’ve been feeling like chains to a prisoner. now that it’s loose, it’s loose. he wanted this just as much as she did. there were teeth, sharp as his that he could feel graze his flesh as he covers her mouth. although. there’s a very human part of him still wildly aware that they’re out in the open, where they had encountered the mimic in the first place. this is was causes him to break off first, briefly after it started, trying his damned best to speak in between them. ]
It’s— [ he licks his lips, presses them together, tries to speak in a gasp before it’s too late. ] It’s dangerous, [ — but you know what? asks lizard brain, hyped on her musk and a sample of the single taste from her mouth that makes eren breathless. her eyes?? look at the fire in her brown eyes that almost seem like gold under the sister moons. his eyes, half-lidded blue slits dilate sideways, and he can’t help the tremble in his exhale that’s far too eager just for him to contain. ] Fuck it— [ he growls, enamored into a second kiss that he starts, harder than the first, pursing before he’s coaxing his lips open for her, and his arms, rather than an embrace, morphs into a traveling, exploratory hold, starting at the small of her back (to bring her hips to his), then another at the curve of the back of her head, lost in curls and fur and just digging deeper.
she had captivated him since day one, and, he’s been waiting a little while for this. ]