[ eren nearly stuffs his shirt into her face once it’s finally off, but that too comes in a failure as he just stuffs his own face with it in a purple-faced grin that seeks her out to muffle the sounds they’re both making. he’s more laughing with it than being too embarrassed, at least, another bit of sharing they could do in something they’ve never actually done. ]
You could’ve helped too, you know.
[ a jest, but all in good humor instead of actually meaning it. sometimes, eren could whine— he had plenty in the past, but now had been different. now . . . he was rather happy to see her smile so freely and chuckle under breath at his own fumbles. at least she wouldn’t be at it alone. neither of them would.
besides, her panties were by far fancy for eren’s standards. by a landslide. he’s trying not to look at them between their bodies again as he works his thumbs through the waistband of his shorts, and failing, poorly. maybe it’s too soon? but— she’s the only one with only her undergarments here, so . . .
eren had wanted to join her. with him, there really was nothing special as he pushed his pajama fabric down to his knees and kicked off the rest of it to his ankles hidden beneath the fall of their blankets. he’s wearing comfortable, skin tight briefs that stop at his thighs, a standard navy blue with whatever brand printed name around the waist. he didn’t really care about those things. ]
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You could’ve helped too, you know.
[ a jest, but all in good humor instead of actually meaning it. sometimes, eren could whine— he had plenty in the past, but now had been different. now . . . he was rather happy to see her smile so freely and chuckle under breath at his own fumbles. at least she wouldn’t be at it alone. neither of them would.
besides, her panties were by far fancy for eren’s standards. by a landslide. he’s trying not to look at them between their bodies again as he works his thumbs through the waistband of his shorts, and failing, poorly. maybe it’s too soon? but— she’s the only one with only her undergarments here, so . . .
eren had wanted to join her. with him, there really was nothing special as he pushed his pajama fabric down to his knees and kicked off the rest of it to his ankles hidden beneath the fall of their blankets. he’s wearing comfortable, skin tight briefs that stop at his thighs, a standard navy blue with whatever brand printed name around the waist. he didn’t really care about those things. ]