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[The pink on his cheeks get a little brighter as Eren touches them. Without really thinking about it, he tilts his head towards that hand, so he can get more of that touch. ]

...Not really. We're free, like you said. [It's a truthful answer, and pretty profound considering how much Elliot did worry.] I mean, maybe I was a little before the full moon, but after that and the time with Mikleo...

[He had a better understanding what it meant to have sex, especially in this world. While still a personal thing, not something he'd do with just anyone, it wasn't as big a deal anymore. And if Eren was fine with them sleeping with other people, then there wasn't anything to worry about.]

J-Just...try not to get it on while I'm in class? It's hard enough to learn magic without getting hot and horny during lectures.

[ a deep chuckle comes from eren that sounds a lot more like a gruff sigh. he never outright laughs, unfortunately. not in this life, but the smile is enough to shed light on his feelings. ]

I work during the day. So do my bonds. [ elliot and mikleo, which, while it does slip under the radar (with no true intention of doing so), eh. nbd. he thumbs the other’s deep colored cheeks, warm to the touch of his fingertips and gliding . . . just a bit more to his lips. agh, his chest is skipping. ] My season doesn’t work like that, I think.

[ he has some self control now come on ]

[Even if Eren doesn't give a full on laugh, that smile is enough to warm Elliot's heart. Affectionately, he'll smile back, his own hand lifting to brush his fingers a little against his hair.

His own chest skips at those fingers on his lips. Still, unfortunately for Eren, Elliot still feels the inclination to gently tease him.]

Ehe, you say that but....you're turned on right now, aren't you?

[ you

oh, goddamn it. if his scales had dimmed a little during regular conversation, now, they go vibrant. he’s been caught red handed, holding his breath once he finds himself coming just a bit closer. eren’s tongue sets his lips in the process, being near to elliot’s scent really doesn’t aid his case—! his thumb follows the contour of elliot’s smile, and he lifts his brows. ]

Yeah. [ there’s no use in hiding! ] You made it worse when you mentioned staying with Mikleo.

[ he’s

he’s imagining things, blame the heat season . . . blame it. ]

Aha, really?

[He is not at all sorry. In fact, there's a little grin on his face as he watches Eren react. Playfully, his hand will slide up through his hair and wrap his fingers around his horn. He vaguely remembered how much Eren liked being touched there.]

He was different from you. Gentle, but clearly liked being in charge.

Both of us had that spiced drink, so we ended up renting a room in the brothel because we couldn't wait long enough to get back to either of our places.

[That's right, he sure is fueling that imagination for Eren]

[ 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?

[He can and he will. It was fun watching Eren slowly melt. He's still not sure why someone as hot as Eren or beautiful as Mikleo would find him attractive or alluring- but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth right now. Those fingers on him send a shiver down his skin.]

That's too bad, I think you would've liked it. [But yea, full moon hangover is a thing.

He moves his own hand back to gently guide Eren's hand to his hair ribbon back there. A simple pull is all that's needed to do undo it. ]

I did, after serenading him a little.

[There's a bit of blush at the memory. Sure, he didn't regret doing it...but it's a little embarrassing talking about it]

I can do more than imagine his face.

[ implying that he knows more than just an imagination; he can probably pinpoint exactly when he felt the surprise down to the build up the kiss left him with: double the hot mess and touching himself to relieve it. he followed them all the way down to climax and back.

this is to say, he doesn’t leave much room for elliot to say anything else. he’s profusely turned on, shifting his legs to accommodate the burn in his groin and pushing his palm down into his arousal, stirring with thoughts, with touches. all of that moving about is short lived when he scoots his front enough to break whatever space they still had between them. the scene, elliot’s forwardness that he uses to fill the blanks in has his heart thumping a little harder, dipping his head, cupping elliot’s head sideways and guiding him to do the same—he gets one more beautiful look of cherry red cheeks before he’s too close to flesh to truly see more then blurs. they shut, and he kisses him, far more gentle and prepared to take his time to get to know him.

at least they know for a fact that, that night wasn’t going to be an awkward one night stand. ]

Oh?

[Now that's an interesting statement that raises questions not to be answered anytime soon. His words had finally pushed Eren over that edge where he can't restrain himself anymore. He catches where that palm is, and watching it makes his own groin burn, his own thoughts stirring.

He knew bonds could be platonic or familial, but there was no doubt where this bond landed. It'd be easy to blame Eren's mating season, but Elliot knew it was more than that. He'd wanted the other since the day they met. His lust for his bonded, the hunger...it was all his own.

And so when Eren guides his head into a kiss- there's no hesistation in going along. Lips make contact with lips, and he returns the kiss in earnest. It's gentle and slow- but it's full. Unlike the other night, there's no rushing things. He wanted to get the full profile of Eren's taste. His hand reaches up to Eren's cheek, running his fingers along the ridges of his facial scales]

Mmm... [He's enjoying himself, clearly. He breaks the kiss, staying within reach of those lips, to murmur]

You don't have anywhere to be today, right?

[Because he wants to bask in this as long as he possibly can]

[ this could’ve lead to him just saying he’s bonded to mikleo naturally, but. kisses distract him from going through with it. a stupid tragedy that will be explained later. and fixed. with more kisses.

this. was good. this, was nice. this was repairing the bond and safeguarding it from any awkward see-sawing. eren begins to shift his side, arm propping him up until he’s on both of them, rising above his bonded and hovering as his legs get moving, one between the other’s legs while the second stations outward. ]

I just need to do my rounds later.

[ later. ]

Much later, I hope.

[He smiles up at him as Eren props himself over him, his legs spreading out enough to give that leg more room. ]

...I'm glad it was you, for my first. [He feels the need to say that. It'd be too easy for Eren to get the wrong idea of how Elliot felt about that night] So much pressure is put on that first time, you know? It'd make me anxious just thinking about it.

But...I didn't feel anxious with you. [His hand will reach up to thumb some of the scales on Eren's cheek] I felt...free.

[ in turn, eren doesn’t quite grin, but his smile certainly settles like water on a surface– fluid and spreading where it could. arms sturdy in keeping him up, his hand sets almost messily over elliot’s head, but holding tenderness to it. affection. ]

. . . I’m glad I could help you find that. [ he wasn’t the one who gave it to him, after all. elliot found so himself, eren simply helped trigger it. ] You’re as deserving of it as anyone. Don’t forget you are free.

[ especially when he’s around. ]

[It was still enough of a smile to make Elliot's heart skip in his chest. There's no hiding the affection in his eyes as he looked at his bonded. He wets his lips without really thinking about it.]

Haha, I didn't forget. Just...needed the lesson when it came to sex. Still learning that part, honestly. [Still, his confidence was already starting to grow. His fingers were still tracing those scales.]

...Is it okay to say I find your scales and horns sexy?

[ eyes go to lips like a bullet, like damn. the extra shine given to them makes eren sink a little closer, from his palm to resting on his elbow.

he’s. he’s horny, fuck this mating season guys. he huffs out something that perhaps, in another life, could’ve been a laugh. for now, it’s just his signature sigh-chuckle. ]

I can’t object to your tastes. [ they are to his advantage, after all; a shimmer of indigo comes when light, any sort of light, swims off eren’s scales, then soon they’re black once more, brightening into red, orange . . . his hand is trailing across his side as well, down to his hip, his thigh, ] Just hearing that from you makes me want to go off.

Good. [He smiles wide enough to make his nose wrinkle. Some people were more sensitive about their monster features, understandably so. Eren though, always accepted them with confidence. Maybe it was that confidence that made him all the more attractive to Elliot. ]

Really? [He can't help it, with Eren that close, he'll lift his head to brush those lips against his. He murmurs as he stays close to his bonded ] Then is it okay to say I really want to see you naked...?

[With how frenzied they both were last time, there wasn't much exploring. He wanted to change that]

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[ oh, elliot. he’ll teach you how to be free. ]

You shouldn’t be asking.

[ just say it, what you want. eren sits back on his knees, his legs, and pulls his shirt up from the hem to over his head. a little dangerous, when he had horns, and when the top of them gets caught and a small rrrrip, sounds—

oh well.

but there he is, in all his glory as he’s checking the tear with his fingertips and gently tossing the shirt sideways; ten fucking abs and an array of patchy spots of scales. ]

[Okay sure. He already has two degrees, so having a third in kinky freedom sounds great.]

Eheh, but I'm trying to respect your freedom!

[Believe it or not Eren, you sometimes give mixed signals. He watches Eren's little strip show, wincing and laughing a little sheepishly when Eren rips his shirt on the horns. Oops, his bad.]

I'll fix that later.

[Since it was kinda...his fault that you took off his shirt. But that is all he's going to dwell on it because holy crap he's got a hot shirtless dragon-man over him. His expression is an awed one as he ogles him. ]

W-Wow, I... [Words. Words are hard right now. Eren was stunning. Different than Mikleo's beauty, it was still incredible to look at. It made Elliot self-consciously aware of how he pales in comparison. He almost wants to point that out, but he bites his tongue, holding it back. ]

Right, my turn. H-Hard act to follow, but... [He'll yank off his own shirt. Luckily, no horns to catch on him. Instead as he discards his shirt, it shows off his pale and soft skin. There's some slight muscle, he's not as weak as he used to be, but he's still very much in the scrawny category.]

[ 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. ]

You’re beautiful, Elliot.

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[Consent isn't superficial Jaeger]

...Right, okay. Still kinda new at this, but I'll get there.

[Just try to shove those nerves in a box somewhere. This was all easier when he had the effects of the bond or the spiced drink muting his anxiety. But surely if he does something, Eren will tell him or he'll feel it through the bond, right? Right.

Speaking of anxiety, he feels a spike of it as Eren looks him over. He sucks in his breath a little as that hand rubs over his chest. And with the words....well, they're sweet, but Elliot immediately doubts them.

Which makes Elliot feel guilty when he realizes through the bond the sincerity of them. He blushes a little, knowing Eren must've felt that negative emotion from him.]

Sorry. I believe you. It's just I'm not considered much of a looker back home, so...

[Reflex.]

[ he consented like a half hour ago craig

also, not that eren was any better in terms of experience! he just . . . had ten times less anxiety. it’s all about communication (which i laugh at, sweet foreshadowing).

he does, though. a sparkling build up trips when it feels like his thoughts had been shot down, though he keeps watching onward with attention to hear him. hands don’t leave either, his fingers riding down to his navel and observing the contours, or not, of muscle at his abdomen. he’s not a close combat fighter, he doesn’t use his body much, but it can keep up with basics, he presumes. ]

What you know of. [ because self doubt is a monster so wild that it could take the strongest awareness away. ] We can get pretty blind, you know.

[Yeah well he's just a human pile of anxiety okay.

It's a good assessment of his skill. He's fitter than he used to be, he won't get easily winded on long treks like he used to. But he'll never win any fist fights anytime soon, or pull off any gymnastic stunts. That's just not in the cards.

Elliot meanwhile, brings his own hand up to trace along Eren's abs. He takes extra time to trace any scales he comes across. Harder than skin, but smooth other than the edges. They're dark, but they also have so much color in them. Beautiful.]

Aha, true...but when everyone falls for my best friend and barely notices me there, I'm not sure how blind I really am... [It sounds jealous, but there's no actual jealousy coming through the bond. It's just how it was. Rean was one of those people that naturally attracted people to him. He didn't do it on purpose, if anything he was too dense to realize it half the time. And attracting all that attention wasn't even always a good thing, considering how things were now...

He sighs and shakes his head.]

No, that wasn't fair. It's not just him. Sorry. You were trying to compliment me and get in the mood, you don't need me unloading all my stupid baggage on you.

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