[Truth be told, Mikasa wasn't sure what she was doing or how to do it. Other than she wanted this. To be close to him. She... She'd never had the courage to even confess to him properly back home. If she didn't press on, she'd back down and then what?
So she kept going. Trembling as his fingers glanced her skin. Her movements jerky as she kept moving the dress up, even when he'd stopped. Getting up to her chest, the excess fabric that'd normally be at her knees going overhead and-
-! There was a muffled noise. Maybe a word. Then a wiggle. But the dress had gotten bunched up and stuck around her chest and head. Here she was... Mostly naked, with her underwear and nightdress.]
[ the amount of skin and the context of it (since eren had seen here doing her situps in nothing but a sports bra and shorts) has him thoroughly distracted to the point that he doesn't help immediately— he doesn't notice until its too late, until mikasa has already gotten her bust caught in the limits of her gown. the rest of it was high over her head, covering it, and requiring eren to quickly pull the fabric higher and higher until it looked like a deflated tube veiling her head. oh, no—
while at the moment, eren clamored to help her get it off, he couldn't help but to break out a quiet chuckle behind his pressed, curving lips. the gown in his hand was now discarded somewhere by the pillows behind her, returning his palms to her and raising the blankets to . . . to see. ]
I got it, [ he reassures after it was done, almost forgetting, in his observing of her laced panties and bare breasts, he . . . hm. he's too distracted to take off his own shirt successfully. maybe sitting up would help, and he does, in a jolt once he realizes he's staring too much— but he's excited. exhilarated. the tips of his ears are bright red and the collar of his shirt catches in his mouth on the way up. ]
[She was free... To hug her chest lightly and nestle against Eren and then bed when he sat. Trying to hide despite being so out in the open. The attempt didn't hide much though. Leaving Eren to take as much in as he could. All that flushed red skin, dotted with small scars and scrapes, the bandage on one arm, the glistening gem on the other.
Fancy panties...Though only by the standards of home. They were the most basic Mikasa had found here. Just a simple red check pattern, with a lace trim. Compared to some of the things she'd seen while shopping they were nothing special. But extravagant when Mikasa thought about the dyes and sewing of such a garment.]
-haks... [Just a mumble as she died inside. Regaining the courage to peer up at him. Just in time to watch him partially eat his shirt collar with his gaping mouth. That got a small snort of a giggle. Her whole body giving a shake as she tried to hide it. Well, now she felt a bit less silly.]
[ 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. ]
[Some of the fabric hits her. Nowhere near enough to stifle her giggles though. It'd definitely broken the tense air that seemed to be smothering them. Because Mikasa managed a sly smile, the corner of her lips quirking.]
How so? [Her mouth opened to continue. To bully more, only for the words to catch in her throat as Eren's hands lowered again. Her own gaze following, a small 'ah' slipping out as she realised what he was doing. Right, he wore shorts with his pajamas.
...She couldn't draw her eyes away. For several reasons. Then she swallowed, that nervousness returning as her gaze returned to him.] Um... [Tentatively, her hand reached for his. Clasping it. Fingers tightening a bit harder than needed.] Um..do you know? [She stumbled, tripping over the thoughts she couldn't convert to words. She'd never done this before, she'd never thought about it. Not in depth. Her only knowledge was the very blunt lesson about where children came from and crude talk she'd overheard in the barracks. Neither of those things matched what she currently felt. Where exactly did they go from here? She swallowed again, licking her slightly bruised lips.]
[ 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. ]
[The question was so important, that it drained the little camaraderie that had built up. An awkward little hiccup that made everything teeter. Mikasa wasn't sure whose palms were sweating. Her other arm remained where it was. Hugging herself on instinct at everything being so...out. Not that it covered much, she wasn't even trying to.
Her head jerked in a sharp nod, almost headbutting him with it's force. Then she slowly moved her head back, blinking at the strength of her own movement.]
...Yeah. [She swallowed. Her mouth felt so dry, the words coming out with a slight rasp as her breath caught.] You can. [And slowly, the other arm uncurled. Only her underwear covering her. The spare hand resting on the bed inbetween them. Slowly, carefully creeping nearer to his chest. Like he'd bolt if she moved too suddenly.]
[ she felt like ice when she touched him by her fingertips with how damn hot he was feeling, his chest rose and depending on where it was that she held her weight, she’d feel his heart quicken, skip, quicken. the tentativeness would also have to be shared as eren inhales through his nose and reaches for her hips and starts to rise from there. from her waist, he tested her abdomen (hard, dang), ribs, then her bust, first one hand that brushed against the cup of her breast’s curve, then followed his other, only thumb before the index complied close to the dent of her underarm. there wasn’t much . . . squeezing, yet, only the ghostly touch of his fingerpads exploring her. he had wanted to keep watching her and the way her face would change to give him a sign, any that could mean “yes, more” or “no, bad”, but with his palms eventually pressed firmly to the entirety of her bosom, he couldn’t quite. keep up the eye contact.
[It was such a careful touch, her fingertips barely ghosting over skin. She'd...not really done anything, not physically. Her fingertips just lightly pressing against warm skin. Feeling his heartbeat through his chest. It earned a small wavering smile as she waited for him. Her hand squeezing on his just before it left her grasp.
Mikasa twitched when he touched her in turn. Fidgeting. His touch almost tickled at times(her ribs, those got a funny little squeak even when his hand glanced an old mark). The laughter in her throat died when he neared her chest though. Mikasa making a small cough, her eyes unable to meet his as she looked down.
...In hindsight. Looking at what his hands was doing was probably a mistake. Though his question distracted her from that. Though it didn't fully distract her from the pressure and warmth on her chest. Even if she did frown at the question. Licking her lips as she delayed answering.]
...Not really? [Unsure. She attempted to shrug, lips parting soundlessly as the action pressed her against his hands.] It feels... Nice sometimes? [It varied. It didn't feel bad, sometimes it felt simply Okay. Sometimes he'd get a little too close to a ticklish spot and she'd stifle herself. Really, looking at what he was doing had flustered her more than the act itself.
Slowly, she pressed her one hand against his chest. The palm resting against him. Harder than her chest for sure...] Is this?
[ 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. ]
[Her eyes creased into a soft smile as she gazed at him, just feeling his heartbeat. A small comfort, like listening to the snores of others in the barracks. She indulged in it, her hand lingering longer than needed. Still other than the small shivers his touches caused. Letting him explore. Content with her simple touch, even if her heart skipped in her chest, warmth pooling in her gut.]
You..?
[She didn't have time to finish that thought. His hand grasping her's and leading it down, her fingers gliding along hard muscle. The flush in her cheeks renewing as she swallowed.]
Here or..? [Did he mean here here or was he leading her to go further down? Mikasa wasn't sure, and after a few seconds of her fingers remaining splayed where Eren had left them. She slowly stroked down. Not with much pressure, just lightly moving her her arms so her fingers glanced along what was left of him. Over the bumps and ridges of his abdomen, the-the...fabric-covered lump. Her eyes following the path her hand took.
When that was done, her hand fell to the bed. Mikasa biting her lip as she looked up at his face, unsure. ]
[ there had been a fleeting moment of anticipation when it almost seemed like, for a second, she’d go lower than he first recommended. his heart went from bouncing to racing when he realized how close it was, how each touch tickled the sensibility of his belly and teased his mind about his waistband, to the point that eren was gradually moving the attention of his hands from her chest to he ribs, her own abdomen. going any lower than that was nerve wracking, to say the least, mostly because of what the big step would mean between them and any big change is . . . a little frightening. he almost feels stupid, not being able to.
though he doesn’t feel so alone in it when mikasa’s hand drops and she watches him with almost pleading eyes for help. she’s too nervous to, too embarrassed— but he thinks of something, the same way she placed her hand on top of his when he was nervous to open his father’s books. ]
[Her fingers rested, frozen on his waistband. Hesitating as her heart got caught in her throat. She let his hands roam. Though she had nothing to say, even when his hands mirrored her own.
Mikasa nodded, giving a soft hum. A small mumble slipping out at first. Trying that again...]
...Yeah. [She was nervous, but she wanted this. Wanted it before this place made her do anything strange. Mikasa inhaled, her fingers curling around fabric and...Just cautiously pulling it. Not downward. She just pulled the waistband away from him. Then she shivered, the elastic slipping from her fingers and flicking back.]
[ 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. ]
[If they both held their breath for long enough. Maybe they'd turn from red to blue...
But his large hand got a small gasp, a little flinch as though he'd shocked her. She wasn't normally so easy to startle. But her heart was beating so fast that the movement had seemed so sudden. Mikasa swallowed, his hand absorbing her jitters and steadying her.
She nodded at him, not backing away. Looking down between them.]
...It feels warm... [Mikasa... Her lips thinned as she thought for a painful second, it felt so much longer though. Then a finger curled lightly, stroking. Feeling along the crease of the fabric, her eyebrows furrowing when she reached the damp patch. Then smoothing out, oh...Okay. She didn't know that was a thing for guys, but...makes sense.]
[ he sucked in his lips, brought his head closer to her’s, and pressed a lingering kiss just below her eye. it was good, foremost, almost alien to be touched by hands other than his own but simultaneously feeling right about those hands and fingers coming straight from mikasa. he allows her to explore the way she wanted, a finger then some, then retreating his hand to hook at the hems of his boxer briefs. they felt too tight and better to push them off now that have more difficulty (and no underwear) later. it’s slow and shifting, bringing his knees into a bend before peeling the rest from his leg, and she possibly couldn’t see much of she didn’t raise their covers into a tent above them or push them back, but . . . he adjusted on the mattress and accommodated his body into a sideways lay facing her. ]
—Here, [ he takes her hand again, and asks for permission in his eyes to move it back to where it had been. in the mean time, his free hand moved to her belly and ghosted the shin of her abs down to the lace of her panties. ] together.
[ there was nothing to be afraid of. not with him. ]
[She felt so slow. Every heartbeat echoing in her ears as though she was hardly breathing, her eye squeezing shut as he kissed her cheek. Her hand remained still until his hand started to move. Then her hand rested a little higher, at his hip just about the hem, falling between them as he wiggled.
Mikasa didn't look, too bust staring at his face. Her chin ducking under the cover as she started to hide without thinking. Peering out at him with a small jolt when her took her hand, a current running through her body.
Her breathing hitched as his fingers trailed skin. Even if she gave a stifled gasp and sucked her stomach in at first.]
Y-yeah...Together. [She wasn't afraid just... It just felt like her stomach was doing flips. She wanted to move, but she couldn't trust herself not to overdo it and jerk around so she just, froze. But she managed an awkward shuffle. Her hand slowly drawing away from his so she could make an attempt at helping remove her panties.
Only to get stuck mid-thigh.
Mikasa huffed at that, her forehead moving the rest against his collar. Cheeks burning against his neck.]
[ it was alright, alright— they just had to keep their momentum or even he would start to lose the erection he was getting just by being here. eren cradled her head to his collar and sighed, what almost could’ve sounded like a good natured laugh, ]
Got it.
[ he bends his torso just enough for his arms to reach, his head catching closer to her bust, pressing to his temple and then crown when he reaches and searches for the fabric stuck around her legs down to her ankles— she’d just have to help with lifting them. ]
[They were still moving, just slowly. Clumsily. Because even if that goof had made her falter and hide her face. She'd kept moving. Her arms struggling to move probably between them.
So Eren's help was much appreciated, he could reach where she couldn't at the moment. She raised her leg slightly, a soft sigh leaking out as she felt him slide the fabric down her legs.]
Thanks... [She made another attempt to hug him, press flush again but... He was still curled up. So...Just pressing her chest closer, her hands stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck.]
[ —off and ready for less fabric-caused interruptions by the time it’s off of her ankles and somewhere else under the covers. but now came the dawning, settling realization that they were both very, very nude under these blankets. eren lifts some of it as he unfurls from aiding her, taking in the gradual site from top to bottom. in his rise, he did not keep to his side. the bed creaked as he modified his weight as well as his position. even with just the gentle caress of her fingers stroking through the ends of his hair, he felt like they were standing, both at touch and prospect that he was more on top of her than sharing the space side by side. ]
This was it, wasn't it? Her chest heaved as she swallowed. Her hand sliding away as he moved around, pulling back to look at her. Mikasa winced at the sound of the bed, her eyes flicking to the door as she sunk into the mattress a little more. Her gaze moving back to Eren after a second. Even if she didn't roll from her side.
She was too busy going flush at the new position.]
It's...It's fine. [She just needed a moment. But slowly, she adjusted, rolling onto her back and bringing her arms up. Sheepishly trying to hug him again. Even if her skin only glanced his.] What about you? ...Are you okay?
[Not that he could do much which her legs pressed together.]
Um— Y-yeah. [ his knees were bent close to the sides of her legs in a straddle— which might not work long term, but it was good enough to start. as mikasa had said and thought: fine! just needed some adjustment time, no different for eren as he held his breath and felt her arms wrapping for him. only then did he realize how stiff his torso was, and decided to lower himself closer. closer . . . closer.
the way their skin touched, thigh apex to belly to even his shaft somewhere pressed between them, warmth to warmth was . . . out of mind. energizing? he could feel his insides shaking up a storm without showing so much as a quiver outwardly. imagine the rest? was he even ready for the rest?
he started here, then, beginning to cradle her head with his arms and simply enjoying the closeness for now. ]
I didn’t think it’d feel this . . . Good.
[ mind they haven’t actually started anything, but he’s smiling like an absolute goof. ]
[So close, it was almost awkward. So overwhelmingly awkward, her body tensing when she felt him press against her stomach. Though she didn't move away, even if her heart was thundering in her chest.
She didn't smile, not quite. But she did try, the corners of her lips wobbling. Her lips parting, but only a mumble escaping. Until she tried again a few seconds later.]
It feels warm...[Ah yes, warm. She wasn't sure if it was actually hot or just her imagining things. But she fidgeted, putting a bit more weight onto his hand as she pulled at the covers. Though she settled after giving it a few tugs, looking up at him. Looking him in the eyes, glancing away. Glancing back.
Adjusting...] Um...uh.. [Then she pressed a little closer. Roughly pressing a kiss onto...his chin? Aiming...]
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So she kept going. Trembling as his fingers glanced her skin. Her movements jerky as she kept moving the dress up, even when he'd stopped. Getting up to her chest, the excess fabric that'd normally be at her knees going overhead and-
-! There was a muffled noise. Maybe a word. Then a wiggle. But the dress had gotten bunched up and stuck around her chest and head. Here she was... Mostly naked, with her underwear and nightdress.]
i wouldn't have it any other way
while at the moment, eren clamored to help her get it off, he couldn't help but to break out a quiet chuckle behind his pressed, curving lips. the gown in his hand was now discarded somewhere by the pillows behind her, returning his palms to her and raising the blankets to . . . to see. ]
I got it, [ he reassures after it was done, almost forgetting, in his observing of her laced panties and bare breasts, he . . . hm. he's too distracted to take off his own shirt successfully. maybe sitting up would help, and he does, in a jolt once he realizes he's staring too much— but he's excited. exhilarated. the tips of his ears are bright red and the collar of his shirt catches in his mouth on the way up. ]
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Fancy panties...Though only by the standards of home. They were the most basic Mikasa had found here. Just a simple red check pattern, with a lace trim. Compared to some of the things she'd seen while shopping they were nothing special. But extravagant when Mikasa thought about the dyes and sewing of such a garment.]
-haks... [Just a mumble as she died inside. Regaining the courage to peer up at him. Just in time to watch him partially eat his shirt collar with his gaping mouth. That got a small snort of a giggle. Her whole body giving a shake as she tried to hide it. Well, now she felt a bit less silly.]
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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. ]
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How so? [Her mouth opened to continue. To bully more, only for the words to catch in her throat as Eren's hands lowered again. Her own gaze following, a small 'ah' slipping out as she realised what he was doing. Right, he wore shorts with his pajamas.
...She couldn't draw her eyes away. For several reasons. Then she swallowed, that nervousness returning as her gaze returned to him.] Um... [Tentatively, her hand reached for his. Clasping it. Fingers tightening a bit harder than needed.] Um..do you know? [She stumbled, tripping over the thoughts she couldn't convert to words. She'd never done this before, she'd never thought about it. Not in depth. Her only knowledge was the very blunt lesson about where children came from and crude talk she'd overheard in the barracks. Neither of those things matched what she currently felt. Where exactly did they go from here? She swallowed again, licking her slightly bruised lips.]
What do we do now?
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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. ]
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Her head jerked in a sharp nod, almost headbutting him with it's force. Then she slowly moved her head back, blinking at the strength of her own movement.]
...Yeah. [She swallowed. Her mouth felt so dry, the words coming out with a slight rasp as her breath caught.] You can. [And slowly, the other arm uncurled. Only her underwear covering her. The spare hand resting on the bed inbetween them. Slowly, carefully creeping nearer to his chest. Like he'd bolt if she moved too suddenly.]
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they were . . . undeniably soft. ]
Is it sensitive?
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Mikasa twitched when he touched her in turn. Fidgeting. His touch almost tickled at times(her ribs, those got a funny little squeak even when his hand glanced an old mark). The laughter in her throat died when he neared her chest though. Mikasa making a small cough, her eyes unable to meet his as she looked down.
...In hindsight. Looking at what his hands was doing was probably a mistake. Though his question distracted her from that. Though it didn't fully distract her from the pressure and warmth on her chest. Even if she did frown at the question. Licking her lips as she delayed answering.]
...Not really? [Unsure. She attempted to shrug, lips parting soundlessly as the action pressed her against his hands.] It feels... Nice sometimes? [It varied. It didn't feel bad, sometimes it felt simply Okay. Sometimes he'd get a little too close to a ticklish spot and she'd stifle herself. Really, looking at what he was doing had flustered her more than the act itself.
Slowly, she pressed her one hand against his chest. The palm resting against him. Harder than her chest for sure...] Is this?
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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.
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You..?
[She didn't have time to finish that thought. His hand grasping her's and leading it down, her fingers gliding along hard muscle. The flush in her cheeks renewing as she swallowed.]
Here or..? [Did he mean here here or was he leading her to go further down? Mikasa wasn't sure, and after a few seconds of her fingers remaining splayed where Eren had left them. She slowly stroked down. Not with much pressure, just lightly moving her her arms so her fingers glanced along what was left of him. Over the bumps and ridges of his abdomen, the-the...fabric-covered lump. Her eyes following the path her hand took.
When that was done, her hand fell to the bed. Mikasa biting her lip as she looked up at his face, unsure. ]
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[ there had been a fleeting moment of anticipation when it almost seemed like, for a second, she’d go lower than he first recommended. his heart went from bouncing to racing when he realized how close it was, how each touch tickled the sensibility of his belly and teased his mind about his waistband, to the point that eren was gradually moving the attention of his hands from her chest to he ribs, her own abdomen. going any lower than that was nerve wracking, to say the least, mostly because of what the big step would mean between them and any big change is . . . a little frightening. he almost feels stupid, not being able to.
though he doesn’t feel so alone in it when mikasa’s hand drops and she watches him with almost pleading eyes for help. she’s too nervous to, too embarrassed— but he thinks of something, the same way she placed her hand on top of his when he was nervous to open his father’s books. ]
Do you want to try together?
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Mikasa nodded, giving a soft hum. A small mumble slipping out at first. Trying that again...]
...Yeah. [She was nervous, but she wanted this. Wanted it before this place made her do anything strange. Mikasa inhaled, her fingers curling around fabric and...Just cautiously pulling it. Not downward. She just pulled the waistband away from him. Then she shivered, the elastic slipping from her fingers and flicking back.]
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[ 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. ]
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But his large hand got a small gasp, a little flinch as though he'd shocked her. She wasn't normally so easy to startle. But her heart was beating so fast that the movement had seemed so sudden. Mikasa swallowed, his hand absorbing her jitters and steadying her.
She nodded at him, not backing away. Looking down between them.]
...It feels warm... [Mikasa... Her lips thinned as she thought for a painful second, it felt so much longer though. Then a finger curled lightly, stroking. Feeling along the crease of the fabric, her eyebrows furrowing when she reached the damp patch. Then smoothing out, oh...Okay. She didn't know that was a thing for guys, but...makes sense.]
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[ he sucked in his lips, brought his head closer to her’s, and pressed a lingering kiss just below her eye. it was good, foremost, almost alien to be touched by hands other than his own but simultaneously feeling right about those hands and fingers coming straight from mikasa. he allows her to explore the way she wanted, a finger then some, then retreating his hand to hook at the hems of his boxer briefs. they felt too tight and better to push them off now that have more difficulty (and no underwear) later. it’s slow and shifting, bringing his knees into a bend before peeling the rest from his leg, and she possibly couldn’t see much of she didn’t raise their covers into a tent above them or push them back, but . . . he adjusted on the mattress and accommodated his body into a sideways lay facing her. ]
—Here, [ he takes her hand again, and asks for permission in his eyes to move it back to where it had been. in the mean time, his free hand moved to her belly and ghosted the shin of her abs down to the lace of her panties. ] together.
[ there was nothing to be afraid of. not with him. ]
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Mikasa didn't look, too bust staring at his face. Her chin ducking under the cover as she started to hide without thinking. Peering out at him with a small jolt when her took her hand, a current running through her body.
Her breathing hitched as his fingers trailed skin. Even if she gave a stifled gasp and sucked her stomach in at first.]
Y-yeah...Together. [She wasn't afraid just... It just felt like her stomach was doing flips. She wanted to move, but she couldn't trust herself not to overdo it and jerk around so she just, froze. But she managed an awkward shuffle. Her hand slowly drawing away from his so she could make an attempt at helping remove her panties.
Only to get stuck mid-thigh.
Mikasa huffed at that, her forehead moving the rest against his collar. Cheeks burning against his neck.]
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Got it.
[ he bends his torso just enough for his arms to reach, his head catching closer to her bust, pressing to his temple and then crown when he reaches and searches for the fabric stuck around her legs down to her ankles— she’d just have to help with lifting them. ]
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So Eren's help was much appreciated, he could reach where she couldn't at the moment. She raised her leg slightly, a soft sigh leaking out as she felt him slide the fabric down her legs.]
Thanks... [She made another attempt to hug him, press flush again but... He was still curled up. So...Just pressing her chest closer, her hands stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck.]
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How’s this?
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This was it, wasn't it? Her chest heaved as she swallowed. Her hand sliding away as he moved around, pulling back to look at her. Mikasa winced at the sound of the bed, her eyes flicking to the door as she sunk into the mattress a little more. Her gaze moving back to Eren after a second. Even if she didn't roll from her side.
She was too busy going flush at the new position.]
It's...It's fine. [She just needed a moment. But slowly, she adjusted, rolling onto her back and bringing her arms up. Sheepishly trying to hug him again. Even if her skin only glanced his.] What about you? ...Are you okay?
[Not that he could do much which her legs pressed together.]
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the way their skin touched, thigh apex to belly to even his shaft somewhere pressed between them, warmth to warmth was . . . out of mind. energizing? he could feel his insides shaking up a storm without showing so much as a quiver outwardly. imagine the rest? was he even ready for the rest?
he started here, then, beginning to cradle her head with his arms and simply enjoying the closeness for now. ]
I didn’t think it’d feel this . . . Good.
[ mind they haven’t actually started anything, but he’s smiling like an absolute goof. ]
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She didn't smile, not quite. But she did try, the corners of her lips wobbling. Her lips parting, but only a mumble escaping. Until she tried again a few seconds later.]
It feels warm...[Ah yes, warm. She wasn't sure if it was actually hot or just her imagining things. But she fidgeted, putting a bit more weight onto his hand as she pulled at the covers. Though she settled after giving it a few tugs, looking up at him. Looking him in the eyes, glancing away. Glancing back.
Adjusting...] Um...uh.. [Then she pressed a little closer. Roughly pressing a kiss onto...his chin? Aiming...]