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[ not even eren has that many long, curvy teeth, and let it be known that his mouth is full of points. the thing poses similarly, snarl and all, but that was true— it held no working weapons the way they did. perhaps the biggest weapon it has is getting close, too close with its mindful mirroring. ]

Shoot, Lex!

[ maybe they should follow the wasteland rules, but if only it were so easy. the mimic switches masks in a blink, bolting to the side eren stood. it’s trying to make itself difficult to shoot, unless she’d pull the trigger with the part-dragon in the way. he does try to, but it shadows him at an angle that makes it a crafty motherfucker.

they have to think and think fast if they don’t want to let it close any more proximity. ]

[ She can't shoot it. It's right with Eren, and Lex snarls again - this time with more feeling behind it, the offended noise of a fox who is ready to fight. Her shotgun is returned to her back - there's too much of a chance of hitting Eren with firearms right now.

But she's comfortable with close-combat and beating the everloving shit out of this thing. ]

You breathe fire, right? Do it.

[ A mutation she chose makes her more fire-resistant; if she gets caught in the stream, it's going to hurt, but she'll live. She's got stimpaks with her. If this thing wants to try to attack them by getting them to hurt each other... well, planning to hurt each other should fuck its plans up nicely.

The command is all she gives before she charges, talons extended like an eagle swooping in on its prey, teeth snapping. If it stays shadowing Eren, it'll be fairly open. If it mimics her- well, then it should meet her halfway. ]

It won’t be much!

[ it’s a warning, the breath sack lodged close to his lungs haven’t by far the same capacity as the breath of the fully grown dragon he becomes in his dreams. but with quick thinking and resourcefulness, he’ll have to make do. that, and trust that lex doesn’t mean to set herself on fire with the mimic.

eren’s trusted in combat plenty of cases— sometimes, he was right in trusting, other times, it was a mistake and he should’ve believed in his own abilities. he can’t tower at fifteen meters here though, at least not yet, and . . . he has a feeling. lex was one to take risks, but she wasn’t about to drop dead. scratches, bites and knicks were like chafing your knees after falling off a bike: child’s play. she was more than a tough cookie.

the mimic would’ve turned its mask to match her, but eren shifts to grab its attention and bolts for it sideways, curving his blade to the opposite side of its neck. this leaves its right completely open to the swoop of the chimera charging for it, but snatching at the part-dragon’s own neck instantly. whatever, it’s fine. keep your eyes on me, wherever those goddamn eyes are, eren intends, and with an inhale deep in his diaphragm, the way elliot coached him, a burst of fire erupts from his lips, spreading across whatever was flammable, face-to-face and even more with lex in the way.

behold. masks might as well be as flammable as hair, looks like. ]

[ Those long, sharp teeth snatch at Eren's neck and Lex howls in rage. How dare it, how fucking dare it-

Fire erupts and it's like the fire ants she faced, familiar but this time on her side. Flames lick at her claws, the edges of her hair, and while it's hot and it burns, far more is focused on the mimic. Her claws sink into its form as it writhes due to the fire; this close, it isn't sure who to mimic the most.

A fourth combatant enters the fray as soon as Eren's fire is out; Dogmeat jumps in, snapping his teeth around the mimic's ankles. He's just as practiced at combat as Lex is, and between the three of them, they should be able to wrestle the mimic to the ground and- well, between all the claws and teeth, eviscerate it. ]

[ the masks are no more, leaving its face as black as when it first laughed at them. the struggle is accompanied by a distorted shriek as it tries, and tries to hold up the faces of its attackers— but every time it snaps one way, the other is who mutilates it.

eren would quickly show that despite the attack, his jugular is mostly sound, enough to keep him brawling with her; scales protect the most sensitive parts from any deep perforation, leaving at most scratches that would scar, and a gash at the beginning of his nape, where his protection runs soft. an extra helper is what fuels eren’s intent to maul, fairly akin to when a group attaches itself to a body, gnarling and snapping and tearing— the only thought there is to join in even further.

there’s plenty of blood, oozing black in the dark of their night and hidden beneath the canopies of the forest. with his claws nearly complete in their growth, uses them to hold the mimic’s limb and torso from shaking his weight off. in fact, it’s easier to drag it down, sinking fangs into alien flesh and riving any bit of frame it’s body had in chunks. iron fills his mouth in blasts, a territorial aptitude spiking when it drowns his senses. he’ll pull this way, letting it asfixiante in its own shots of blood that rush from the hole between its shoulder and face.

they might do a little more than eviscerate it, and he might only truly stop when it stops giving him reason to hurt. like moving, or twitching, or breathing out that hideous ah . . . . hah!!!! ]

[ This isn't what it means to go feral, but Lex feels it, for a moment. Instinct says take it down, instinct says protect, instinct says make sure it can't hurt you. Eren isn't severely injured but he's bleeding, and it drives her to make the mimic bleed in return.

Eren has its neck and Dogmeat has its legs - and he is also ripping, tearing; the thing is brought down and that is where he excels, shaking his head hard enough to injure its legs so it can't get back up. Lex goes for the middle, soft and exposed; her talons are shaped far more to grab, but human dexterity means that she can use them to rip the thing open. It's not a clean kill, the scent of blood spilling out into the air as its actual blood and organs spill out onto the ground. But it's a kill, and every inch of Lex that is a predator would purr in satisfaction, if any of those inches were the purring type.

Dogmeat pulls away first, stepping away to groom himself free of blood. Lex is next, but she merely shifts locations. Eren is bleeding and she needs to see, needs to check how badly injured he is. ] Let me see, [ she murmurs, voice thick, and while she won't be surprised if Eren jerks at the contact thanks to what he's doing, it doesn't stop her from smoothing her palms over his back and up. She'll peel back his collar, if he allows it, close enough to see and smell and, with a tilt of her head, for her to rub the scent glands on her jaw against his shoulder.

Mine. Comrade, friend-in-arms, not allowed to die. ]

[ finally, there’s nothing. no movement, no signs of life, only something long and very dead. exposed entrails don’t bother him, he’s more focused on huffing and riding the afterwaves adrenaline has left behind: shaking, panting, and wide eyes open to look for lex and dogmeat. the small realization of what he did comes after, and— surprisingly (or not), that doesn’t bother him either. he was in full control of himself, as much as all of that was partial instinct. he accepted it like the aid of power being bestowed on him, didn’t fight against it. he was protecting them. of course he’d use it.

they were okay, although he doesn’t feel the sting of the lash he’s dawned. as eren’s attention briefly wanders (to the mimic again, the smell and taste of its blood was all over them, like being bathed), he jolts in his place when lex touches him, his inhales catching in his throat to snap his head toward her. her words make sense shortly afterward, letting his held breath shudder out while her palm keeps his back, something actually soothing, and his mildly soaked collar unsticks from his ends of the gash.

it’s nothing to worry about, it’s still bleeding, thinly, but it should stop soon. perhaps a witch could close it up and kick their need for some stitches, he’s just glad his fire only danced on her, and no blood that was different from his or the mimic’s was in the air for him to catch. she was unharmed. ]

M’alright, [ he murmurs, nose pressing into her wild hair while his hands, messy and bloody like his mouth find her back. it’s her scent again, her scent that his tongue can’t hold back to flick, to taste, the aroma of sweet earth and sweat, her sweat being spread across the mess that would cake over his scales. they’re completely smooth, depending on the direction, a cool contrast to the soft warmth of skin, but oh did it react more. they were deep before, a striking black with red specks to accompany, but now— they’re all shining scarlet and indigo hues. eren still heaves, his heart racing and something tells him it wouldn’t stop so soon.

not that he would want to stop it, his rattling ribcage goes hand and hand with how his stomach tumbles like it did on the heat rock when his hand held hers, his face finding the crook of her neck to burry into, to rub into hair and feathers and everything that pricked his senses wild. he was relieved she was okay, riled from the mighty rush— but his grip on her grows tighter, a well meaning hug not wanting her to pull away or stop what she was doing. his lips press to just under her ear, breathing her in like it’s something he wanted to do for a god damn while. ]

It’s just a, scratch—

[ lord she was marking him and he was tepidly aware and asking for it. ]

[ Safe. Whole. That was what mattered - not the blood, not the mimic, but that they were okay. Her touch is gentle, slow as she explores his scales, the brilliance of the colors drawing her in. She’s never seen anything like it, not this close.

The scratch, the thin blood, stands out. Lex frowns at it and slides a hand up, gently pressing the tip of her thumb along the softer skin to clean off the blood. Maybe she would be content to leave it at that, at another time - but not today. Eren holds her closer and she melts into him, shivering as his tongue flicks against her neck. He’s tasting her - tasting and she realizes, suddenly, that she doesn’t want him to stop.

Her grip changes, the hand flat on his back gripping into his shirt instead. It’s her turn to breathe him in, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him closer as she’s pulled closer to him. The bag of supplies that she has is dropped, momentarily discarded; it doesn’t matter, not like the fact that they’re both alive and relatively whole does.

(Dogmeat, in his wisdom, settles down to play sentry.) ]

You’re okay, [ she confirms, sliding her jaw and her scent up - along his neck, into his hair, then back down to his jaw. It makes for an awkward angle, and for a moment she stills. They’re jaw-to-jaw and all she would have to do is angle slightly... a little tilt...

She whines, high in the back of her throat. Her grip on him tightens and then Lex, following the hum of adrenaline and pheromones, kisses him like she’ll drown without him. ]

[ (good boy, dogmeat)

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. ]

Edited (mobile typos slay me) 2019-07-19 12:42 (UTC)

[ It is dangerous, but Lex can't stop, doesn't want to stop. She can taste him, the leftovers from his fire breath and something that is distinctly Eren, and she doesn't want to lose it. The ways his eyes dilate, the way he grips her close to him; it's everything she wants, even though she hadn't known it until just now, and now she can't lose it.

The clawed hand at the back of his neck slides further up, tangling in his hair. She's careful of her claws, but it's barely conscious; the part of her brain that is chimera knows not to damage a potentially less deadly (even if that was not the case at all) potential mate, maneuvering her fingers so that the tips might graze against him but not penetrate. Her teeth are a bit more free, little teasing nips with all the coyness of a fox (and all the uncertainty of an inexperienced human).

Nothing has ever felt as good as this. Nothing, likewise, has ever worked her up like this; where before the tension had been tight between them, a dam that was threatening to break, now it's broken but not quite able to go anywhere. She can't smell anything but him and their mingled pheromones and the underlying scent of blood, now. She can't feel the faint singeing he had left behind, but Lex can feel him, pressed solidly against her and god, was this what they had been building up to all this time? ]

Eren- [ another slight whine, accompanied by her talons flexing in the back of his shirt, grasping for something that she's not sure how to grab. Pulling away isn't an option; Lex instead rubs against him again, smearing her scent and dragging her lips against his skin. The Wilde is close, ish; part of her wants to drag him under the cover of the trees, part of her isn't sure if that's any safer, and part of her just doesn't care. Only one thing matters, and he's pressed against her - and god, she's so wet he can probably smell it. ] Don't stop.

[ one thing she would learn fairly quickly in all this is that, aside from the horns, eren’s neck is an erogenous zone, causing him to nearly arch it back as a shiver overtakes him. he doesn’t want to break away again, and so the dragon gasps into the longing kiss and twists into it. his purses are caught between points, some nick him, other times his own teeth poke them, and while his claws scrape from the top of her scalp down to her nape in exchange, there’s such a little smile there when he feels her pull at his lip, one that seems like a tiny sample of ecstasy in the way his eyes follow shut and open again. ]

I can’t. [ he hushes, only adding to the fact that no he certainly can’t stop even if he tried to.

eren wouldn’t consider himself seasoned in this— though perhaps he had more of a grasp on his gut feelings to help guide her along, instinct was and has always been his best friend. he’s had two partners, both men in the span of three months and plenty encounters with said two in between, but nothing of years. they’re both the same age, under so much similar circumstances even in this; he didn’t have the time or focus for it at home, and had it not been for his current bonded, she would be his first as well.

it’s already a scorching first anyway, he’s never been with a woman and quickly realizes how much he delighted in her breasts squeezing against his chest, the extra smell that slides in with ever inhaling flare of his nostrils that make his movements just a tad more batty— it was discovery after discovery. eren is far, far curious about the lines and spaces of her body, wanting to learn them with each drag his mostly free hand, heavy with lust but gentle in its journey down.

anything in her hair slips out, down to accompany his other hand that’s well on its way to hook under her thigh and hike her leg up (allowing for a good boost). she didn’t have to worry with him, being an advocate to do what the heart speaks and think less in these moments. let the heat move your limbs, and your heart, everything else. ]

Lex— my horns, [ want to see something neat? he knocks his forehead into hers, ghosting over lips almost seeming to plead for another seal. ]

[ Eren shivers and all she can think, for a moment, is do that again. She wants to snap her own teeth down where his scales soften, remove the bite the mimic left behind by leaving her own. She wants to mark him, claim him, rub her scent all over him. She wants, wants, wants-

-and she gasps against his lips, lets the points of her talons tease the back of his neck instead, teasing the both of them. She doesn't want to break away either, even to mark him up. She relishes in the feeling of his palm instead, the heat of his skin clear even through the layers of armor and clothing. He wants her leg up? Lex is happy to oblige, releasing her grip on his shirt (and dragging her hand from his neck, up into his hair, slowly slowly slowly) to grip his horns instead. He wants her up? It doesn't even occur to her to question it. ]

Got 'em, [ she confirms, and then kisses him again, the pressure almost a plea in its own right. Wherever this is leading, she wants it. All of it. ]

[ 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. ]

[ He picks her up like she weighs nothing, and even knowing that she's helping with her grip on his horns doesn't stop the rush of pleasure that runs through her. Not many people can pick her up; the metal infused with her bones makes her weigh much more than it looks like she does. But Eren does it with ease, picks her up and fucking carries her, and if she wasn't already running high on pheromones and adrenaline, it would be enough. With the way she is already, it has her moaning into the kiss, hands tightening around his horns and pulling herself closer to him.

It doesn't matter where they're going. What matters right now is Eren, kissing Eren, Eren's hand on her ass, Eren's horns in her hands. Lex whines again, squirming in his hold, looking for friction, something, anything. She aches, liquid heat rolling through her veins, just waiting for a spark to ignite it. She wants to find that spark, needs it more than she's needed anything in a long, long time - and it's with a sudden growl that she releases one of his horns, hand instead moving to start pulling the buckles on her armor free. (If she's not careful, she'll shred them, and right now she really doesn't give a damn.) ]

Off, [ she snarls, but it's not to him, about him. It's pure frustration aimed at her armor panted into his mouth, though she steals a slide of her tongue against his teeth right after; not you, never you, stay. ]

[ that might’ve been him alone (he had the body for it), that might’ve been the draconic strength he has access to when his blood runs too quick and too hot; whichever it was didn’t matter. his back wants to arch in how she handles his prongs and he refuses, damn he refuses if it meant swallowing the sound she makes in full (which ends in him squirming oh so blissfully between her legs).

eren can feel his claws dragging at fabric too dangerously, and if he tears or pokes holes into them, it’s. definitely his bad, which is why he tries he best to keep his fingerpads at most into groping her as she fiercely undoes the restraints of her armor. see: it’s almost impossible. she’s unruly and the way the growl soaks his lips even when they’re briefly apart to breath, to speak, makes him want to gasp. his pants are too tight. he wants to help her, he wants to get his own clothes off to show off his colors, impress the mate that so hooked him deep.

the man stumbles, hits a root somewhere with his heel and loses his balance— but definitely not his grip. if anything, he falls and takes the brunt backwards, on his bottom. a small price to pay when the impact digs her weight right onto him, with the way he fastens her to his middle for her own safety, more than hard beneath the space she was meant for tonight. the choked moan that rises from his throat in a crack is taken off guard my his own botch, but— fuck was that grind right.

she was hot, too hot for him not to take his exploration from her ass to her thighs, thumbing her hips and flitting the flesh below the hem of her shirt. who needed recovery from an awkward stumble when they had this to show for. he’s not even embarrassed, and doesn’t for a second let their momentum drop, hastily pulling at the remaining buckles to aid in removing her outer shell. ]

H-here—

[ The fall releases a startled noise, but Eren has her close and tight and safe - and the impact presses them together in the best way. Pressed against him this close, Lex knows she could feel every inch of him if their armor and clothing wasn't in the way, and the slide of his hands up to tease against a slight amount of exposed skin reminds her, furiously, that it all needs to come off.

The chimera doesn't understand clothing, and the parts that she is made up of barely understand 'shell' - something to break to get at the soft meat inside. There's nothing soft about Eren, barely anything soft about her, but there's definitely something past the layers that she wants. He helps with her buckles and Lex sits up and discards the armor, tossing it to the side. There's a lot of it, military-grade combat armor from before the war, but Lex is clearly practiced with it. The clothes beneath are newer, from her time in the city, but she doesn't start fiddling with them. Her hands go to Eren's chest instead, talons clicking once. ]

Your turn.

[ She wants to see him, wants to feel him. The brilliance of his scales, what little she can see, ignites more fire in both the fox brain and the eagle brain. Glorious plumage, shiny, red, healthy; this mate is strong, healthy, fertile. There's a delighted snap of her teeth and a slow, deep grind; the change in pace meant to encourage him, distract him, see how quickly and willingly he'll show off for her.

(It helps, of course, that it feels fucking amazing; enough for her to shudder, to look down at him with heavy-lidded eyes and blown pupils, and do it again.) ]

Eren, [ she gasps, and it's all she can do to keep from sliding forward, to tangle her tongue with his together once more; he needs space to get everything off, and she wants that, wants that so badly. Her hands go to her shirt instead, tugging both it and her bra off without ceremony. ] Fuck.

[ he needed his fabric off just as much, immediately scraping into his clothes to toss it over his head and bundled up his torso to his neck as she does the same with hers. there’s rushed disregard when it catches against the points of his horns, sounding a rip (or rips) that he could care less to check on. another shirt ruined, tossed away wherever her armor landed, but they’ll have to react later.

eren’s chest, abdomen, all musculature is completely chiseled to its finest limit. he was built for battle, for sweat and blood. he was far more than healthy— he was visually at a physical prime that took his whole life to reach. in a monster’s primeval interest, he’d bare just as powerful young, and in his deeper thoughts, coded into a language he wasn’t fully aware of, she meant the same thing to him— she had build in her arms, her contours, she would fight until life was torn from her, and to get there one would have to face death itself. she had beauty he admired, strength he’d look up to and desired oh so much to favor.

she was perfect right now, before and after. when he stills to look at her, up and down, eren breathes in a fantastic sight. his scales lose their sheens of purple and charcoal, bright, saturated red, cherry red, blood red, even the lush orange of a stormy sunset splash across what normal skin he had. he flexes for her, involuntary but at the same time purposefully when he conforms to the shape of her body over his. god, how he wanted her to ride him.

desirous hands exert pressure up to sides of her rib cage, tracing her back and front at once. pleasantly, she dips forward and eren’s palm cups her breast, squeezing one with the same enthusiasm that their tongues mess together with, with his hips angling up to meet the tease of her grind. how many times could he think: it’s so good? too many.

their chests and spines are bare for claws to drag, for flesh to rub and for fingerpads to trace scars against the summer night’s air. so many scars, so much muscle and movement, eren groans hoarsely into her, the same curse she spoke seared between fangs and bites to the corner of her mouth. ]

Lex, [ he swallows, but straight into another sloppy attempt to lick her teeth and dive, ] ride, [ ride him dry, please. he’s never been so driven, and fucking hell he’s going to learn all her chips and imperfections before she could tell him her stories. ] God—

[ Instinct says to rut, mate, breed. It says to rip away everything in between the two of them. Lex can listen to that, follow that. Instinct, though, says absolutely nothing about riding him - and it's a very human moment when Lex falters, something uncertain creeping in. ]

I'll try, [ she murmurs, shivering as he traces over her scars, as she in turn traces over his scales (fire red, fox red). ] I, uh, [ (way to ruin the moment, Lex, she thinks, even as she lets herself grind against him, as she sucks at his lower lip briefly before sitting up to (distance yourself, no one wants you, could want you) argue her boots off, ] I haven't done this before.

[ But she still wants to. God, she still wants to, and even with the flush of embarrassment creeping over her cheeks, she focuses on getting her boots off and starting on her pants. They may be in the middle of the forest, but instinct, at least, is very firm in that she doesn't need to be wearing a damn thing right now - and instinct is far, far better at this than she is. ]

[ eren: virgin wrangler.

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. ]

[ (Well, someone's gotta do it.)

Things change with that revelation, as she had expected, but- not in a bad way. Not in a bad way at all, and Lex feels herself relax again as Eren slides his hands over her skin, presses a kiss to her cheek. He's strong but he's sweet, and the too-human part of her that has longed for touch and affection melts into it, into him.

Follow me and she does, growing more confident by the moment. She can do this. He's going to help her, if she needs it- but she can do this. She wants to do this, wants it even more as she feels him pressed hard against her, and at the first grunt he makes Lex lets out a little whine in response. She wants this, wants him, so badly - and it's not just the sounds or the scent (stronger now, and so fucking delicious). ]

Take them off, [ she murmurs, in between her own soft gasps and whines, her talons moving from her pants to instead hook in his waistband. ] Trade you.

[ She doesn't wait for a confirmation, one hand going to his zipper- and pausing to press down, to feel him under her palm. ]

[ 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). ]

Trust me?

[ there is something he’s dying to try. ]

[ He is warm and heavy under her palm and Lex trails her fingers over the outline, licking her lips as he shudders. He moves and she is tempted, horribly tempted to shred his pants - but they need to walk back, and some part of her is, at least, distantly aware not to. Fumbling with buttons it is, even as she arches into the scrape of his claws as he drags her pants down, exposing her to the cool air.

Her scent in the air doubles, triples. Lex shivers at the slight breeze, pressing closer to his warmth, to him.

When he asks his question, she doesn't have to think twice. ]

Yes.

[ If she didn't trust him, she wouldn't be here like this. No matter how strong instinct was, the fox was too clever, too aware of its own safety.

But Eren would protect her, if she needed it; had done so already. And she would and had done the same for him. ]

[ a given then, but he had to make sure. it’s definitely harder to concentrate on what he had just asked as they peeled at the legs of her pants, the first ankle then the last to pull it off clean (with a little fussing here and there), and the distinctive smell of her kicks in like a blast for all his senses. for a second, he’s almost stuck between wanting to help her rip free what was left binding him or continuing with his earlier curiosity.

both, was the only answer he’d ever come up with. he breathes harder and his nostrils flare to keep doing so— she’s in his head, on his tongue, his nose, rattling his pulse into a spike and causing his mouth to salivate more than he’s accustomed to. eren shuffles his hips to pull what’s left of his slacks, them grips lex’s middle. he’s pulling them both up, at least to keep on their knees so he could keep going and allowing her to do the same with little interference. he’ll just have to move his legs some after.

he has to bend, just enough, to bring his tongue to her neck and slowly dragging down, cupping the side of her head to steady her if she were to dip, while his other hand kneads her flesh on the way down to her thighs (ass first), the inside of her thighs. ]

[ 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. ]

[ god, again. he almost falls over when he takes what’s left of pants past his forelegs. the teasing hand away from his thickness drives his eyes into a fluttering spin as he delves his tongue to her, a thick groan that pleads and bumps his front into her leg to follow, to rub his neediness to her thighs. he was hard and dribbling, and all he could hear were their sweet breaths together.

her touch, wherever it may may wander was welcomed with ambitious traveling of his own— what he promised he’d do with prudence. shuffling his legs (free!! from his pants after some fumbling tugs, he revels in her for a moment. again it didn’t matter how many times because he just wanted to keep gape at her. the clawed hand between her at this point is careful, thumbing at the apex of her inner thigh (if there’s a scar there, or around, he trails after it). before going any farther, his fingers curl into his palm— to protect her from the points in his nails that could harm a place so sensitive, and curiously does he bring his knuckles to the slip of her lower lips.

his inexperience in women shows in a way like one would test new waters, but gladly does little to lower his confidence. his head follows down from her neck to her collar, free hand offering attention to one of her breasts. his tongue, soon after, especially after his words: ]

Tell me if it’s alright.

[ down there he means, most of all, but up here, too. there’re teeth that he’s trying to control. he’s going to be dividing his attention, and, wow, he really can’t wait to see what would happen if he pushed things right. ]

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people keep trying to talk to me at work when i'm trying to write this :|

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