[ eren held his breath, and when he exhaled— it was with an awkward smile. his chest was by far as soft or . . . full, really, and when she touched him there wasn’t any electrical feeling apart from the present buzz of being touched in the first place. ]
Not really. [ time encourages him to press further, more focused, sluggish kneading with each finger working after the other. he does, despite it, enjoy the actual session of simply— touching, of taking the time to know her in a way he didn’t. he tested the spots further where he saw her almost smile and snort; one hand continued to marvel in one breast’s softness and mobility while the other cupped her neck and traced the lines of her hair. he really . . . was just admiring her, and just that had made the warm pooling between his legs pulse and grow to the point that his briefs were feeling just an inch tighter. it was too much of a dream come true, he wondered if he’d be waking up soon. ]
But I like it, when you touch me.
[ he’s never had anyone touch him, so— he’s discovering, too. what he likes most and what he’s simply okay with. eren cups the hand on his chest then, swallows, then carefully glides her down to his navel, an abdomen that was hard and molded from training, but it reacted more to her presence there, a cross and at the very limit of it being ticklish to being susceptible to more pleasure than his chest did. ]
no subject
Not really. [ time encourages him to press further, more focused, sluggish kneading with each finger working after the other. he does, despite it, enjoy the actual session of simply— touching, of taking the time to know her in a way he didn’t. he tested the spots further where he saw her almost smile and snort; one hand continued to marvel in one breast’s softness and mobility while the other cupped her neck and traced the lines of her hair. he really . . . was just admiring her, and just that had made the warm pooling between his legs pulse and grow to the point that his briefs were feeling just an inch tighter. it was too much of a dream come true, he wondered if he’d be waking up soon. ]
But I like it, when you touch me.
[ he’s never had anyone touch him, so— he’s discovering, too. what he likes most and what he’s simply okay with. eren cups the hand on his chest then, swallows, then carefully glides her down to his navel, an abdomen that was hard and molded from training, but it reacted more to her presence there, a cross and at the very limit of it being ticklish to being susceptible to more pleasure than his chest did. ]
Here’s better, maybe.