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[ 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. ]

[ 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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