[ well— it officially wasn’t the first (nor last) time he’s let someone touch his hair, hiccup did a good job teaching him how to braid it and mikleo’s given fair attention to this rather erotic spot when stroked and scratched right. eren’s breath hitches in, soft and subtle as the exchange soothes his ache, and automatically, his shoulders dip to relax from their strain.
not just the energy trade, but the actual kneading against his bumps allows for a sigh that comes up a little too audible. it just— feels good. feels much better than hurting, than stinging, and while his entire face doesn’t flush, it’s clear that his ears are becoming the same sort of scarlet his softly scaled nape is.
in fact, the scale coloring deepens, and while he doesn’t stop his work, he does slow down. enough that, he’s closing his eyes. it’s not like he needed to see the knots to do them anyway. ]
You have good hands.
[ he needs to keep talking, unless he wanted to lose focus, fall asleep or . . . something else. ]
no subject
not just the energy trade, but the actual kneading against his bumps allows for a sigh that comes up a little too audible. it just— feels good. feels much better than hurting, than stinging, and while his entire face doesn’t flush, it’s clear that his ears are becoming the same sort of scarlet his softly scaled nape is.
in fact, the scale coloring deepens, and while he doesn’t stop his work, he does slow down. enough that, he’s closing his eyes. it’s not like he needed to see the knots to do them anyway. ]
You have good hands.
[ he needs to keep talking, unless he wanted to lose focus, fall asleep or . . . something else. ]