[ the way her shirt hiked just above the rounds of her breasts just made them— pop, you know? kneading into them and now bending to swirl his tongue around an areola, eren keeps his gaze up to meet her labored, hazy attempts to stay fixed. he wanted to see this and her reaction to it, of course. his lapping was mild, light and sluggish. it wouldn’t make her head spin much, and leave her impatient, if anything. he needs some of her clarity back. ]
What if I had one?
[ he’s already emphasizing that it’s one like her’s. ]
no subject
What if I had one?
[ he’s already emphasizing that it’s one like her’s. ]