[ the next shiver comes like a growing wave, to lex’s content, starting faintly until it advances into something nearly grand, and nothing silent. a groan drops from his lips as he raises her and savors his horns being held, but even more is to delve back into the kiss with her. eren’s tongue slips across her teeth until her own tongue is found, grinding across points, tastes, opening wider and the sigh created from it, through his nose, husky and coarsely passionate.
he’s passionate in everything he does, really. it was perhaps a better idea to get away from the corpse by their feet, and now with her in his arms, she carries her off. it didn’t matter where, he knew there we trees, so many trees, any one of them would do. his steps are just cautious and not quite rushed, he didn’t want them to fall— so with the occasional half-lidded glance, he guides them along but so, so averse to stop kissing her. she’s too sweet to.
one of eren’s arms stay the most occupied, to hold and station her weight against him, but the other, as support, has slipped slowly, to the curve of her ass, fingers spreading until he’s grabbed her enough to knead. he’s respecting her, not too direct and sudden in the act, as he also is deathly desirous for her. to understand her. it wasn’t just what about he liked, but lex as well— and he did he want to please her, drink her, bask in her.
they’re clothes and armor were starting to feel heavy and in the way, fabric becoming a sensational sort of tease when her hips sit just above and around his, heated there and so . . . so desperate for a little touch to get their sparks flying further, no matter how small. ]
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he’s passionate in everything he does, really. it was perhaps a better idea to get away from the corpse by their feet, and now with her in his arms, she carries her off. it didn’t matter where, he knew there we trees, so many trees, any one of them would do. his steps are just cautious and not quite rushed, he didn’t want them to fall— so with the occasional half-lidded glance, he guides them along but so, so averse to stop kissing her. she’s too sweet to.
one of eren’s arms stay the most occupied, to hold and station her weight against him, but the other, as support, has slipped slowly, to the curve of her ass, fingers spreading until he’s grabbed her enough to knead. he’s respecting her, not too direct and sudden in the act, as he also is deathly desirous for her. to understand her. it wasn’t just what about he liked, but lex as well— and he did he want to please her, drink her, bask in her.
they’re clothes and armor were starting to feel heavy and in the way, fabric becoming a sensational sort of tease when her hips sit just above and around his, heated there and so . . . so desperate for a little touch to get their sparks flying further, no matter how small. ]