[ elliot you can’t just do that (he can, and the fact that he does is all the more provoking). the fingers earn a surprise tense down his neck and shoulders that only lasts a second— eren is on his way towards melting, pushing a content sigh through his cheeks and burning with indigo sheens and scales on their way to scarlet.
eren’s hand gets a little heavier, fingers beginning to drag slowly into elliot’s scalp until he’s at his nape, sharing breaths. oh, how he would’ve liked to come across them, now that he’s imagining it. ]
I didn’t go out on Lithia. [ he was recovering from full moon hangover. ] Who kissed who first?
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eren’s hand gets a little heavier, fingers beginning to drag slowly into elliot’s scalp until he’s at his nape, sharing breaths. oh, how he would’ve liked to come across them, now that he’s imagining it. ]
I didn’t go out on Lithia. [ he was recovering from full moon hangover. ] Who kissed who first?