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[usurpers]

[ no fucking kidding. eren makes a sound, though being unable to see his face can mistaken it between a huff or a half chuckled agreement a little choked in some backhanded fluster. ]

—I missed it.

[ it had been more about being a bond, with close-quarters intimacy rather than purely for the sex and part of the reason why eren had begun to stray away from that aspect. he wasn't ready. he hadn't been a good bond. doing anything had him feeling like he was using the witch, and that's a feeling he never wants to give to any of his partners. so . . . there came that.

he falls early silent and now wears the biggest frown imaginable, scarlet and bright violet scales racing to his ears and dragging down the lines of his cheeks. ]

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot feels a touch of surprise and a flutter in his chest hearing those words. Part of him had assumed Eren had tired of him in that way, especially when he had so many other partners at his disposal. But...well, he knows his brain tended to latch on the explanation that belittled himself the most, and that wasn't always the truth. He exhales a little]

I've missed it too.

[He opens his eyes so he can look at Eren. He sees that frown, the silence that hangs from him. A moment like this was a crossroads, wasn't it?]

...I wonder if it'd feel different now.

[Both of them have changed. Not just physically, but as people too. Their bond once made out of practicality had grown and changed a lot. No way that wouldn't have an impact. But he won't pursue it if Eren's still not ready.]

[usurpers]

[ even if eren frowns— out of his own silly embarrassment to bring his feelings to a verbal light— the curves begin to peel upwards, and bestowed upon elliot is an awkward but sweet-seeming smile. ]

It already is.

[ different, that is, he could feel it in his chest and in the heat building at the apex of his thighs as is— already. yes, the beast within him already had thoughts on the matter that made the colorful shots to his scales all the more striking. but what does he think, as elliot’s face seems to rise closer? i care about him, eren thinks. i care about you and that’s what matters. it’s eren’s head that tips lower, nose to cheek, lips too, breathing him in with a tongue flick and beads of running water and steam— before he plants one, a kiss that hadn’t felt sparks in so long, at the corner of the witch’s mouth and hanging there. ]