[ the inhale that eren builds is from the apex of his chest, deep and full in a way that’s clear he isn’t simply breathing. the musculature that has changed in him is at its most visible here, when he flexes the flesh that layers his ribs and deflate the sac that has grown behind his lungs. the exhale brings another stream of flames, steady to better set the fire to fabric and give it strength to spread on its own.
it gives him space, of course, to now drag his tongue up the other’s navel, his claws sinking (though not breaking) into his skin and dragging down to leave lines, up until they hook onto the hems of elliot’s slacks.
attention to his horns get approval, and almost lazily, eren’s eyes slide shut, membrane first, then lids. ]
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it gives him space, of course, to now drag his tongue up the other’s navel, his claws sinking (though not breaking) into his skin and dragging down to leave lines, up until they hook onto the hems of elliot’s slacks.
attention to his horns get approval, and almost lazily, eren’s eyes slide shut, membrane first, then lids. ]