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[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]

Edited 2019-07-22 04:41 (UTC)

[ 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.

Edited 2019-07-24 00:01 (UTC)

[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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