[ inhale— alright. then they were doing it, together. eren waited to accompany where mikasa would take her fingers, a large hand over her’s to gently serve as a guide as much as encouragement. his package has grown, not considerably whilst lacking the actual stimulation for it, but . . . oh, hell . . . he felt a tiny bead of wetness from the very tip of his shaft stain his briefs as her fingers pulled back the fabric and let it snap back to him. he held his breath during, and while it didn’t hurt, there had been an awful desire to be touched further. they can both do this.
eren’s palm rests just above her knuckles, fingers splayed across her own, and slowly, he guided her back there. not at the waistband, but at the partial bulge. just beneath the layer, if she didn’t startle and pull away, she’d feel the reaction to her lingering touch: a single twitch, nothing more, and at the crossroad of soft and firm. small steps. ]
no subject
[ inhale— alright. then they were doing it, together. eren waited to accompany where mikasa would take her fingers, a large hand over her’s to gently serve as a guide as much as encouragement. his package has grown, not considerably whilst lacking the actual stimulation for it, but . . . oh, hell . . . he felt a tiny bead of wetness from the very tip of his shaft stain his briefs as her fingers pulled back the fabric and let it snap back to him. he held his breath during, and while it didn’t hurt, there had been an awful desire to be touched further. they can both do this.
eren’s palm rests just above her knuckles, fingers splayed across her own, and slowly, he guided her back there. not at the waistband, but at the partial bulge. just beneath the layer, if she didn’t startle and pull away, she’d feel the reaction to her lingering touch: a single twitch, nothing more, and at the crossroad of soft and firm. small steps. ]
Let me know if it’s too much.
[ with words, with actions, and he’d stop. ]