the tries always come with uncertainties, ones that eren marks in the slight change of behavior, even in her scent and the way the words fall off her lips. oh, she— hasn’t. and he hadn’t even realized with just how dire they were.
it doesn’t ruin the moment for him, helping steadying her as her boots came off, and when she was planted to him, feet free, he hooks his claws to the edges of his boots and pulls to loosen himself. even the scales on his forefoot are extravagantly red. there’s something, something that grows in his belly and warms his chest, partially something he can’t put his finger on (protection, she’s his, she’s free but she’s his in the same way her scent marks his face and jugular), partially something he knows that. he won’t leave her hanging. he won’t leave her to sit back and watch, or allow her to shy away when she didn’t want to.
his hands fall to both sides of her hips, sitting up to fix his position and make them as comfortable as possible on grass and under a canopy. forehead to forehead, his lips purse to kiss the inside of her cheek, to soothe any nerves that would tempt her— she was safe, she was wanted, and she was not alone. ]
Follow me, [ he hushes to her, quietly and sweet as there was the sharpest of edges there, of an urgency that was not so much impatient but . . . simply wanting to spend as much time as possible with her. do this with her because if he were just a little more uncertain he’d freeze up at her bust, too.
eren always has boldness on his side, though, and gently, as his hips ride up, a definite hardness packed beneath his zipper, he glides lex’s hips down, forward and back. like riding a horse (that he’s very accustomed to. ] the rest is already in you.
[ he can vouch. and it’s such amazing friction that he’s not above doing it again, again, until he’s choking out grunts that shrill delight, until she’s comfortable— until he’s thumbing at the buttons of her pants as well. ]
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the tries always come with uncertainties, ones that eren marks in the slight change of behavior, even in her scent and the way the words fall off her lips. oh, she— hasn’t. and he hadn’t even realized with just how dire they were.
it doesn’t ruin the moment for him, helping steadying her as her boots came off, and when she was planted to him, feet free, he hooks his claws to the edges of his boots and pulls to loosen himself. even the scales on his forefoot are extravagantly red. there’s something, something that grows in his belly and warms his chest, partially something he can’t put his finger on (protection, she’s his, she’s free but she’s his in the same way her scent marks his face and jugular), partially something he knows that. he won’t leave her hanging. he won’t leave her to sit back and watch, or allow her to shy away when she didn’t want to.
his hands fall to both sides of her hips, sitting up to fix his position and make them as comfortable as possible on grass and under a canopy. forehead to forehead, his lips purse to kiss the inside of her cheek, to soothe any nerves that would tempt her— she was safe, she was wanted, and she was not alone. ]
Follow me, [ he hushes to her, quietly and sweet as there was the sharpest of edges there, of an urgency that was not so much impatient but . . . simply wanting to spend as much time as possible with her. do this with her because if he were just a little more uncertain he’d freeze up at her bust, too.
eren always has boldness on his side, though, and gently, as his hips ride up, a definite hardness packed beneath his zipper, he glides lex’s hips down, forward and back. like riding a horse (that he’s very accustomed to. ] the rest is already in you.
[ he can vouch. and it’s such amazing friction that he’s not above doing it again, again, until he’s choking out grunts that shrill delight, until she’s comfortable— until he’s thumbing at the buttons of her pants as well. ]