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That's...I had no idea...

[He sounds so awed. Eren's been taking the time to learn guitar. He picked an instrument that he could play with Elliot. All that time and effort Eren must be putting into it, because he knew Eren- Eren never did things less than 100%.

He reaches out to touch the guitar briefly and look at it. From what he can tell, it's a good quality guitar. He wonders if John helped him pick up it out. This whole thing has him so touched he's tearing up a little bit. ]

Oh Eren... [He sniffs a little, and there's a smile on his face] Will you...will you play something?

[ don’t make his eyes go all watery too, come on . . . if eren hasn’t melted yet, he is now, and if he has? he’s well into evaporation. his smile is sweeter that heated sugar, a bit of sun in their night sky as he fixes his legs and adjusts his body to elliot’s enough where he could still stay close and play at the same time.

taking the guitar back into his lap, his free hand briefly strokes and almost squeezes elliot’s cheek. he could just— kiss you. he loves you. ]

A little something. [ he nudges elliot’s shoulder with his own, plucking a string or two and starting something really slow, minus vocals. it’s obvious that he’s a beginner; his fingers are a little stiff, awkward when trying to switch to some strings that didn’t feel natural— but it’s with heart. his fingertips have been stinging to get this right, even if he plays like a lard. ] I still need practice—

[ In truth, it doesn't matter to Elliot that he's clearly a beginner. Sure, the technical part of his brain can pick up on every mistake and every thing that Eren could stand to improve. But for his heart, it didn't matter. Eren was putting his heart into it, he was showing courage to play for his boyfriend that he knows is way more advanced in music.

So he listens to every note, loving every bit. When Eren finishes, he'll return Eren's gesture and reach out to stroke Eren's cheek. His eyes are wet with tears, and there's a bit smile on his face. ]

You do, but I loved it. Thank you, Eren. [He means it sincerely, and it's obvious he does, as he leans over to give a brief kiss on the lips after what he says. He loves him so much.]

Though- [He pulls back after the kiss, still remaining close. He reaches into his coat and pulls out a pair of black gloves-] You should really wear these when you play, since you can't form callouses. I mean, they might be a little small for you but....

[He gives a little shrug as he offers them to Eren] I'll buy you your own pair later.

[ okay, eren’s not crying, but— he’s absolutely delighted with the response, with the reaction, that he fails to show more lips than teeth to kiss him back properly. he’s grinning through the kiss but still trying to give him some either way, almost making the guitar lose balance and him awkwardly as his fingers brush against strings to hold it to his lap.

the gloves, though, the gloves bring momentary surprise to him. his fingertips stung right now, in fact, and they always would. a readied solution appears without eren having to think i’ll just play through the finger fatigue as he usually would. plow headfirst into problems. eren’s smile returns full fledged and further touched, taking the gloves and letting the fabric slide between his fingers and to his palm. it’s time to place the guitar by his side, now. he needs his arms for this. ]

Let’s see. [ he’ll slip one on to show it off, but. as guessed, eren has bigger hands. a tight fit, but he holds his fingers open for elliot’s hand. ] I’d love it, but— Not more than this.

[ come here you . . . ]

[ Elliot meanwhile was an experienced musician, so he thought up the gloves when his hands started losing their callouses. Were they as good as just having natural callouses? Not quite, but it was better than hurting yourself every time you played.

He gives a small little chuckle as Eren puts on that glove. Yep too small. As expected.

But he'll take that hand being offered, taking it in his own hand and scooting closer to Eren. He'll rest the side of his head against his shoulder.]

Hehe, well I love you. This is perfect.

I love you. [ a more playful kiss here, and there, all at the corner of elliot’s mouth until his arms have scooped elliot enough that he’s situated between his legs, trapped by a hideous, passionate monster, out for his heart and unceasing until his thirst was quenched. which was never. eren settles with a more serious kiss one his arms hug over elliot and make the perfect headrest for him.

yeah, this was perfect. the stars shine against a dark sheet of sky, thousands of little twinkles of audience all for them. eren’s head restd snuggly against the curve of elliot’s neck and shoulder, hands folding onto his stomach. ] Will you give me some tips?

[He giggles as he gets scooped and pulled into being between Eren's legs. He is more than okay with this, squirming a little to make himself comfortable against Eren's body. Forget passionate monster, Eren was the perfect pillow okay. Each kiss is returned and his hands make their way over Eren's as they stare up at the stars.

It was funny, the first time they went stargazing together, they could barely handle hand holding. And here they were, all curled up together ]

Of course. But don't worry, I'll keep myself from giving too many. Don't want to micromanage you.

I don’t think you should be holding back.

[ augh, remember that time? eren was shaking!! too many new emotions to handle at once and he had just confessed without truly saying anything beyond grabbing his hand. eren was a man with words . . . in the art of no words. he’s comfortable and they’re snug as blankets against each other, eren head in elliot’s hair to just breathe since that has always been a thing, even when the idea of speaking up about feelings hadn’t crossed his mind.

taking the guitar after a minute of staring up and admiring the moment, eren places it in elliot’s lap, his arms reaching around him to hold it in the right position. ]

I still want to play with you.

Haha, trust me. You aren't ready for me to go full drill sargent just yet.

[he knows how intense he can be about music, it's enough to scare anyone away. He rather Eren learn at his own pace, and learn to enjoy the music. That was more important.

He turns his head upwards to look up at Eren, smiling a little]

What'd you like to play?

I think I’d get distracted.

[ says eren as he looks down at elliot and turns his head, so he could see a smile that’s quite a bit more sly. he actually liked doing things under strict discipline, even without the army in the middle, but if elliot was drilling him, um.

he’d probably get a boner instead, we know this. ]

I dunno . . . Calm things. Maybe some improvising. [ touching the strings of the guitar makes it hum. ] It doesn’t really matter, as long as we’re having a good time.

[Okay Elliot snorts at that, even if he still blushes a little. Eren you got the weirdest turn-ons, has anyone ever told you that. ]

Hm...okay. [he moves his hand to the neck of the guitar. ] How about I work the fingerboard and you do the bridge? Just play the notes you want, I'll keep up.

[ head-knock! of course he’ll take advantage of admiring some eren-caused blush. further adjusting so he can better see what elliot does (because he’d eventually be doing this by himself, time to suck in the knowledge), eren nods, resting his neck against the curve of elliot’s shoulder. ]

Ready on three.

[ which only done in taps, and . . . jamming!! part two!! ]

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