[ it’s also a great distraction, that this is actually being this time. eren’s lips quirk, only a snippet at the comment of a challenge and rolling his shoulders to mask the movement of his free hand, slipping back out of his pocket with the mystery trinket tucked into his fingers. the fingers on elliot’s hand continue to rub over his skin, rolling across his fingers to soothe his tense frame and ease them out of that— that zone. he hated that zone.
even if it was good for them. it’s just the type of good he wishes he could have as less of as possible. he doesn’t want it to become a habit. ]
Then we both have challenges.
[ the thing that he slips right into elliot’s third finger (left hand) fits like a glove. so subtle, anatomical to the point that it’s tailored to feel completely part of you. eren finally settles both hands on elliot’s, gripping into a more natural hold, a gentle squeeze as he sucks in a nervous, shaky breath. he’s trembling inside all over again and his throat goes unbelievably dry. ]
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even if it was good for them. it’s just the type of good he wishes he could have as less of as possible. he doesn’t want it to become a habit. ]
Then we both have challenges.
[ the thing that he slips right into elliot’s third finger (left hand) fits like a glove. so subtle, anatomical to the point that it’s tailored to feel completely part of you. eren finally settles both hands on elliot’s, gripping into a more natural hold, a gentle squeeze as he sucks in a nervous, shaky breath. he’s trembling inside all over again and his throat goes unbelievably dry. ]
You’re not proud of it?