[ 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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[ 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...]