[ That trust makes her pliable as much as inexperience does. Lex lets herself be moved, though not without movements of her own; she drags her hand up from his groin to his chest, lets the tips of her claws toy with the lines of his abs before her palm passes over his skin.
(Firm, hard, fit; a good choice, instinct crows, loud in the back of her mind.)
The slight whimper that escapes her at the touch of his tongue is involuntary. She tilts her head, exposes her throat to him a little more; her legs open wider under his touch, trembling slightly. One of her hands fastens around Eren's arm to help keep herself steady, stable; the other continues its exploration, curling up and around his neck to trail claws against his scales. ]
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(Firm, hard, fit; a good choice, instinct crows, loud in the back of her mind.)
The slight whimper that escapes her at the touch of his tongue is involuntary. She tilts her head, exposes her throat to him a little more; her legs open wider under his touch, trembling slightly. One of her hands fastens around Eren's arm to help keep herself steady, stable; the other continues its exploration, curling up and around his neck to trail claws against his scales. ]