with every drive down comes eren in a surge up to meet him. curses dance across his lips and husky exhales, what sing sweetly into more, hell more until his frame squirms, toes curl as his legs cross for cushioning, them spread to make room for a hand cupped at elliot’s thigh. a good grab, he gives it, offering leverage to the bounces he made and following every degree. his neck is open, bare for contact and exposed as much as he pushes the small the the other’s back, forcing them ab to belly. friction. sweet friction and wetness all along his navel and tempting to trickle down.
eren’s head knocks against his bonded’s temple, and rougher the sound he makes, the bite he gives, signaled only to stop when the pleasantry of blood glazes his senses and gives his excitement an amazing sort of slow-down.
his mouth hangs as he rides the taste, and there’s a name at the tip of his blue tongue, gurgling: el— ot—. the harder vocalics of elliot’s name. ]
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with every drive down comes eren in a surge up to meet him. curses dance across his lips and husky exhales, what sing sweetly into more, hell more until his frame squirms, toes curl as his legs cross for cushioning, them spread to make room for a hand cupped at elliot’s thigh. a good grab, he gives it, offering leverage to the bounces he made and following every degree. his neck is open, bare for contact and exposed as much as he pushes the small the the other’s back, forcing them ab to belly. friction. sweet friction and wetness all along his navel and tempting to trickle down.
eren’s head knocks against his bonded’s temple, and rougher the sound he makes, the bite he gives, signaled only to stop when the pleasantry of blood glazes his senses and gives his excitement an amazing sort of slow-down.
his mouth hangs as he rides the taste, and there’s a name at the tip of his blue tongue, gurgling: el— ot—. the harder vocalics of elliot’s name. ]