[ respecting his . . . freedom. eren smiles a bit, although mildly strained— like he took “freedom” superficially. oh, dear. ]
. . . I told you what I felt when we sat down here. Let loose. Respect your own freedom.
[ that’s more than enough of a green light for fluidity between them to begin with. one thing was demanding and oppressing, another was sharing a mutual desire with confident passion. any and every partner wants to hear what the other wants, not so much permission and questions.
being free.
now, when elliot removes his shirt. eren sits back and watches, scans up and down— he doesn’t have the same sort of vision, his attraction came in different strokes, and gently, he rubs his hand from elliot’s collar to the middle of his chest.
elliot’s flush next to his bright orange hair and light colored skin was . . . . nice. lovely in its own right. ]
no subject
. . . I told you what I felt when we sat down here. Let loose. Respect your own freedom.
[ that’s more than enough of a green light for fluidity between them to begin with. one thing was demanding and oppressing, another was sharing a mutual desire with confident passion. any and every partner wants to hear what the other wants, not so much permission and questions.
being free.
now, when elliot removes his shirt. eren sits back and watches, scans up and down— he doesn’t have the same sort of vision, his attraction came in different strokes, and gently, he rubs his hand from elliot’s collar to the middle of his chest.
elliot’s flush next to his bright orange hair and light colored skin was . . . . nice. lovely in its own right. ]
You’re beautiful, Elliot.