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[ (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. ]

[ It's alright. It's more than, but Lex can't quite get the words to come out - not in between the breathy gasp she takes when Eren slides his knuckles against her or the soft moan when just a hint of teeth closes around her breast. He's careful with his claws, trying to be careful with his teeth, and Lex... can't quite muster the same self-control. The tips of her talons slide against his scales, stroking against his neck. Her other hand is more careful only because of the sensitive flesh it's so close to, but even then, the tip of one talon is lightly, carefully dragged against the firmness that she had felt beneath his pants.

Felt, but not seen, she realizes - and no sooner as she thought it than she twists slightly, trying to see. ]

Oh, [ she says, eloquent, and then licks her lips. It's maybe a dangerous thing, a chimera looking at you hungrily and licking her lips... but at least the hunger in her eyes is warm. It's also accompanied, a moment later, by her fingers (talon-free, this time) wrapping around him; cautious at first, but more firm after a moment of touching, gun-callouses sliding against surprisingly soft (to her mind) skin. ]

[ eren does enjoy danger. lex will see that more than enough when he bends for her, when he shudders from head to toe, and when his member twinges to follow the scrape of her talon. with it comes a grunted choke between his teeth, catching a bud in a suckle so sweet to him. his fingers play with the curve of her bosoms from underneath, and then his hand— knuckles, press in further after feeling her back and forth. testing one, then all, then one again.

she’s so god damn wet, his hand slips around her sex with ease and he wants to feel what it’s like inside so badly. he nearly unfolds a finger, breathes in deep as his mouth opens to spread his tongue over her, then breathes out.

his hips buckle down and dare to press into her touch, to push against every mark of hard work against her palm. he’d fill the space just right, so cleanly, and sighs out with pointed teeth to show. he’s smiling. ]

If I could go deeper— [ shit, he murmurs, and looking up at her . . . her lips so plump and red and wet. he had to leave her chest. he had to straighten up to kiss her. to kiss her, and lead her down, on top of him. ]

Later, [ she promises, in between deep breaths and the slide of their fingers. She has clippers that should work even on dragon claws, enough to let Eren explore until they grow back - but this is good. This is better than good, his knuckles against her and their mouths pressed together, and then- oh.

Their fingers touch, briefly; his knuckles against hers as they press together, hot and wet and right. It makes her smile, makes her slide her fingers a little slower as she shifts, rearranges herself against him. There's no warning other than their movements and the anticipation and her smile against his lips when she shifts, shifts again and presses her hips down to impale herself on his cock. ]

Fuck.

[ The slide, the feel - it's too much and not enough, and Lex stares at him for a moment, eyes wide and unseeing as she takes everything in. He's warm, hot inside her, and instinct says that this is right and exactly where she should be. ]

[ oh,, shit.

not in bad way, never. she was in control the moment he led her over him, and while their hands smacked along and smeared their dew (their, eren was leaking precum) across each other’s grasps, it hadn’t prepared him, to almost suddenly, enter her.

the sound from his throat is abrupt, short and compact. fuck, he nearly says in unison, his breathing in a wild hitch that he tries desperately to swallow back dry. he . . . yes, he was in her. the sensation was ethereal— it wasn’t tight around one particular ring of pressure. it was tight everywhere, from the tip of his cock to the base, and furthermore, sultry. god. all the gods. every god.

there was no where else and no one else he wanted to be with now.

eren’s fierce blue eyes fix on lex’s, inches away from another kiss and drinking her exhales, her body, a beautiful body that he looks up and down for. her thighs against his hips, her weight onto the inside of his legs— it was everything. his claws find her ass with one hand, her back, her spine with the other, slowly finding her hip.

his shoulders were broad, perfect if she wanted something to throw her weight onto. he’s just, dazed, absolutely dazed. he almost can’t believe he’s inside her and finally snaps at the worry that he could be hurting her. somehow. ]

Fuck, Lex, [ said between his panting that’s slow, biting his lip, but so ready to escalate as he cradles her with pointed digits and wide palms adoring every contour of her. he smiles too, so much adoration, and eren encourages, gently, if she’s ready to try moving. ]

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