[ this is. plenty good. very good. eren only shifts his hips some to accommodate, but the rest is left the way it is. his hold goes to elliot’s fingers to inspect them with more closeness. you know, this reminds him of when he was a few years younger— he couldn’t get callouses. it was a suppressed sort of jealousy compared to his comrades.
he about to mention it, but that more than stops him like a screeching record. eren’s expression is one of soft surprise. oh, wow, that’s.
sugoi . . . .
there go his scales again, ah this was not a good idea elliot! his imagination is so colorful during his heat season, god damn. it makes his neck and ears burn as heat rises with the color, and a mild huff of what was like a realizing chuckle escapes through his fangs. oh, his night makes sense now. he knew he felt something and it was—
well, he had a fantastic time with himself while they up and done it. ]
I wasn’t sleeping, then. [ this is ten sugoi actually. there’s not a trace of upset in him, just. quite a bit of the opposite. his fingers curl around elliot’s a little firmer now, and his legs rub, at least once. ]
no subject
he about to mention it, but that more than stops him like a screeching record. eren’s expression is one of soft surprise. oh, wow, that’s.
sugoi . . . .
there go his scales again, ah this was not a good idea elliot! his imagination is so colorful during his heat season, god damn. it makes his neck and ears burn as heat rises with the color, and a mild huff of what was like a realizing chuckle escapes through his fangs. oh, his night makes sense now. he knew he felt something and it was—
well, he had a fantastic time with himself while they up and done it. ]
I wasn’t sleeping, then. [ this is ten sugoi actually. there’s not a trace of upset in him, just. quite a bit of the opposite. his fingers curl around elliot’s a little firmer now, and his legs rub, at least once. ]