[ it was all fun and games until then, eren giving a lá itchy click of his tongue when she played stupid, his fingers twining with the spaces of her own, and that— that was quite the question, to the point that now that eren was actually prompted to think about it, rationally, he didn’t know either. he was just thinking of, you know . . . letting it flow? this is going to sound stupid on his end and he braces for it, but: ]
Can I— touch you? [ the heat comes at full force to the space beneath his eyes, a simple request to start them off with simple limitations on where he should stop, he thinks. ] I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.
[ he swallows harder than he realizes he had, dry even, feeling his heart begin to pound right at the base of his throat. ]
no subject
Can I— touch you? [ the heat comes at full force to the space beneath his eyes, a simple request to start them off with simple limitations on where he should stop, he thinks. ] I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.
[ he swallows harder than he realizes he had, dry even, feeling his heart begin to pound right at the base of his throat. ]