[ the way eren draws in air and pulls his entire body up to her is more than enough approval for where she chooses to go, lord— he can feel himself wet against fabric that’s way too thick for a touch so satisfactory (yet leaving him thirsting for the pads of her fingers and the snipe of her talons).
his throat tightens to swallow and he emits something of a dripping mrrr, hips pulling back, then forward, his front craning to her and raising her up with an arch, to be above him, allowing him shudder against her bosom. if it would help her find the slits and buttons and, you know what, do what you want with them. he didn’t need his pants anyway.
(that’s what lizard brain wants him to think)
when eren’s eyes slide up, hungry and accompanied with a smile that was having a blast with her, wanted to be nowhere else right now (there’s so much to touch and so few hands to do it with), one hand of fingers goes for her button in a fumble, the other grasping at the fabric to ease it down her thighs (a slight hook to the hems, and they’ll more than likely poke holes in them, or scratch at her on the way down). ]
no subject
his throat tightens to swallow and he emits something of a dripping mrrr, hips pulling back, then forward, his front craning to her and raising her up with an arch, to be above him, allowing him shudder against her bosom. if it would help her find the slits and buttons and, you know what, do what you want with them. he didn’t need his pants anyway.
(that’s what lizard brain wants him to think)
when eren’s eyes slide up, hungry and accompanied with a smile that was having a blast with her, wanted to be nowhere else right now (there’s so much to touch and so few hands to do it with), one hand of fingers goes for her button in a fumble, the other grasping at the fabric to ease it down her thighs (a slight hook to the hems, and they’ll more than likely poke holes in them, or scratch at her on the way down). ]
Trust me?
[ there is something he’s dying to try. ]