[He can't help it. When Eren first answers with that broken English and expression, he finds himself giggling. It's not mean spirited- but Eren's response is just funny and cute at the same time. It also help that he felt a little nervous about doing this.]
Heehee, good. I've never actually done this before...
[His hands will find their way to wrapping around Eren's neck to keep his balance. He blushes a little when Eren pushes a lock of hair out of his face. In response to that and the staring, he'll lean forward and kiss Eren. It's still gentle, but at least it's much easier now in the position their in]
[ two nervous heads should cancel each other out, right? thereās ease in knowing theyāre in it together, but he does quietly breathe to keep from going tense. the last thing he wants is for either side to think theyāre doing something wrong, and heās sure elliot would speak up just as much as he would. nothingās wrong, in factā everythingās right.
with the combination of blush and smiles, damn, heāll never get out of it, will he? he doesnāt even want to. heāll dip his head sideways and kiss him back; at the same time he shifts upright a little, carefully pressing the one hand on elliotās side downward to guide him to fold his legs and sit, on his lap, while the other slips behind his back. different kind of touching that heās never done or really thought of doing. maybe whatās going through his mind is different, but one common thing was clear: it felt right. damn right.
and if he was making elliot feel as better as he was getting, then itās more than great. ]
[It was making him feel better. Or at least, it was a much needed distraction. If you let Elliot, he could dwell on things forever. His worries could bring him an early grave. But at this moment, it was easier to push those thoughts aside. He was here with Eren, the person important to him beyond words. Not only that, but he knew that he had a whole night with him- a whole night where he'd feel safe and knew Eren would be safe too. How could he not be happy right now?
Once he gets sure of his balance, one of his own hands had left Eren's neck to reach for that blanket. He tugs and adjusts so it's still draping over them because eff the cold- even if he was close enough to Eren to get a great deal of body heat.
Which hey speaking of that closeness? He'd been so involved in that kiss, that he barely thinks about it as he lets Eren guide him to sit on fully on Eren's lap, and goes along with it with ease. Except with how close he is, and the fact he's still straddling the guy? Causes him to accidentally press up against, well, parts. Which holy crap, that feeling from that surprises Elliot enough to break the kiss and scoot back a little.]
O-Oh. [He sure is turning completely red.] Uh- s-so that's why it's a big deal...
[ itās very, very easy to lose track, to explore the array of sensations that pop up one after another instead. the longer they delved at it, the more comfortable and enticing it was to continue. it was his thumbs, brushing against clothes, it was the puffy warmth under blankets and the shared breathing, the smellā there was just something about elliotās smell, donāt ask him what. he started to take more notice of elliot as he kissed him, someone whoās meant this much to him for so long that even he didnāt realize the extent of it. how light his lips were, how they felt on his and how heād do everything to breathe through his nose and not break apart. even the taste of it. it was a sense of closeness that heās always imagined and never could put it in words or actions. how warm his body was when it started pressing up against him and how, naturally, he does the same until theyāre very well chest to chest and, yeah, that.
how much he realizes his adoration makes his insides flurry, from his heart to his stomach and everything else, and with a slightly bolder attempt to deepen the last bit of the kiss just to show him a little extra somehow, as he feels elliot pull back, eren nearly goes after him, and his hands grip him so he doesnāt fall.
thatās when he stops. mightāveā gotten a little . . . tiny bit . . . enthusiastic with his feelings, but he does sit back to stare at the startled look in elliotās eyes, immediately wondering if he was starting to get too. you know. eren was always passionate, and once he lets the heart take the wheel, take cover.
big deal . . . he doesnāt get it. he was too engaged (which wasnāt even at your 50% mark of engagement, eren). ]
Whatās a bigā [ clockās ticking and he just looks like a hybrid of confused and concerned until he starts to cool off his head and notices the one spot thatās still. tingling. the only time that happened was when he did it himself, just like every normal human being with human urges, but.
thatās certainly the first time someone else caused the tingles on a whole different level. dangerous tingles. very strong feelings. elliotās not the only one with a completely red face by now, so much that he needs to poke their heads out for air. ]
[Eren's turned on by the smell of violins, got it.
Elliot lingers where he is, worrying his lip as he looks both embarrassed and conflicted. He hadn't really planned for this to happen, or to get as far as they were clearly teetering close to. It made him nervous to think about- he really had no experience with things like this.
On the other hand, there was a part of him that didn't want to stop. The feelings were enticing, and extremely tempting to want to pursue more.
Meanwhile there was Eren, yet again stumbling through words. It's hard not to smile at that. It was still cute]
[ they were both seesawing on the same bit of conflict there . . . he undoubtedly wasnāt ready the more he thought about it, hell, they werenāt even prepared, as much as kissing was becoming a spinning wheel. thatās. the whole point. kissing leads to strums guitar and screams, and they were both at an age. at least itās sparked some awareness thatās got eren to rethink.
he swallows, his throat dry, and wetting his lips. he wants to say a lot of things at once but not a single word comes out alone. blundering cave man. heāll get his words out eventually, like so. ]
I was . . . Sorry, if I was starting to getā carried away. [ starting, but itās a good thing he didnāt get to the point of firing up. heās a bit nervous, but at least those nerves are simmering enough for him to speak clearly. heās also a little amazed. ] I didnāt think I could get that close to you.
[ and when he tasted a bit it was like . . . . yo ]
[Well, even if there's conflict within Eren too, the look of uncertainty and nervousness coming from Eren was enough for Elliot to make a decision. They weren't ready. Even if it was really tempting, it'd be better to back down.
But he'll shake his head. You're not taking the blame on this one Jaeger]
N-No, it's fine. I got carried away too. [He WAS the one to sit on your lap dude.] It felt really good, but... we probably should step back a little haha...
[Cool down, not jump on impulses. He could do that.]
Yā yeah. [ yeah, letās not give the guy who actually jumps on impulses any power here. thatās more than a bad idea. people die like that.
it was almost relieving though, that they thought the same thing. erenās shoulders give a subtle, relaxed sort of slump. not ready at all. he smiles, carefully slipping elliot off his lap and to his side instead, hand going to his arm and giving an affectionate squeeze, coupled with a head nudge. ]
Mind if I take a shower? [ he sort of. needed it. ] Iāll take over for you in ten.
[ ten minutes if he, of course, doesnāt lose track of time by staring at shower water in deep thought. but he could also use the time to separate a towel and some comfy clothes for elliot to use. ]
[No one is dying from their intimate times Eren i s2g we are not going Twilight here.
He'll move along with being slipped off Eren's lap, back onto the couch itself. He'll give him a smile as their heads nudge together]
Haha, oh no. You're letting me stay, so the least I can do is cook for you. [He's used to cooking all the time anyway] Take all the shower time you need though.
[ hah, thatās sweet as hell. especially when eren only knows the basics to cooking a basic meal and nothing more. maybe just a little extra thing his mom knew. his hand shifts into elliotās hair and gives it a full ruffle. ]
The least you can do is stay.
[ but cooking was still appreciated. he gets up and starts for the bathroom, but not before looking over his shoulder with a dweeb smile. so thatās what sam smith was talking about in that song.
heāll go, heāll shower, heāll stand in there maybe a little more than ten minutes just burning neurons, but soon heās coming out in something comfy. loose fitting pants and a tank top, perfect to show off those arms and tattoo. if elliotās too busy, erenās sneaking up behind him . . . until heās right over his shoulder. ]
[You're the one doing him a favor!! But while Eren's off taking a shower, Elliot will head to the kitchen and dig around for ingredients to see what he can make. A full inspection wields the ingredients to make a pasta carbonara, so he's in the process of making that as Eren comes back. There's spaghetti cooking, as well as a sauce simmering. Elliot at the moment is breaking some eggs and beating them.
He doesn't notice Eren sneak up on him. He's too focused on his cooking and humming to himself.]
[ he looks . . . really nice making dinner. nice. attractive? yes, that. it wonāt ever be up to par with the way he looks when he plays an instrument, but itās close. donāt mind him, he wonāt make his presence known just to watch and hear him hum. itās the next best thing when it comes to singing. he can snake charm eren anyday.
until erenās smile doesnāt quite fit on his face anymore. the songās hum seems to be coming to an end, heās gotta come up and just sort ofā stick his head right over his shoulder and rest his chin there, eyes glazing over pans. ]
Which oneās that one?
[ the food looks amazing too, but that music tho ]
[He's a little surprised when Eren rests his chin on his shoulders, but not enough to be startled. He doesn't pull away, letting Eren keep rest there as he'd like. His own hands keep busy with the cooking though.
He'll also assume Eren's inquiring about the food]
Pasta carbonara with chicken. It should be ready in about ten minutes.
[ heās nice and cool, hair a little dampā is he letting it grow out again? maybe some, now that itās wet. he sort of missed longer locks. pasta carbonara and chicken. not only does it sound good, but it looks just as amazing. even if he was talking about the humming. heāll ask again later, thereās something on his mind! ]
You look really good cooking. [ he looked like he knew what he was doing, and itās always really neat to see someone use their skills. attractive. itās attractive. ] And singing.
[ this is his house and heāll compliment you all he wants. stepping back some to lean against an unoccupied spot on the counter to let elliot move around better, he crosses his arms. ]
The one from the dracula movieā [ he only knows the name because itās on his playlist. ] This Life and the Next.
[ . . . . . . . . . . . . . listen
the voice is pretty. like he actually knows what it says beyond āthis life and the nextā . . . ]
Well, the voice is soft, like yoursā [ and taken from the scene where the wife fucking plummets from a cliff and husbando vampire jumps after her to save her and . . . fails . . . but since that look heās getting seems a little too suspicious: ] Why?
[Eren maybe its cause you're on a date and your musician boyfriend is trying real hard to woo you and you gave him an obscure creepy song about vampires crawling out of graves.
But fine, he offered a request. So he'll just sigh]
Nothing.
[He'll start to sing. It's not exactly an easy song to sing, but he'll do his best]
ā« Why think separately, Of this life and the next? One born from the last You're a deathless soul Can not be kept in grave I will come again, I will come again ā«
[ eren raises his brows, because he certainly got enough of that to understand no, itās not ānothingā but when he opens his mouth to interrogate, elliotās voice zips his up tight. when your boy hits those notes just right
but unlike his musically inclined boyfriend, the meaning to that just completely . . . flies over his head. he doesnāt pay much attention to lyrics anyway, moreso the sounds and melodies to songs, and it completely warms him up. heās smiling and watching regardless, heās not even blinking, and for a minute looks completely. yeah. floaty. whatās the meaning to him? the caring (and pretty tragic) cinemic relationship, and that nothing ever truly ends. this life and the next, right? he loved those times, damn. closet nerd.
and when itās over, heāll puff out a quiet wow. youābe gone and wooed him anyway, and wouldāve even more if he didnāt catch that disappointment in the air. ]
Iād ask for an encore if there wasnāt something. [ dipping his head sideways, he still watches. ] Whatās wrong with it? Your voice is . . . Amazing.
[Well, Eren seems happy and that's the important part. He'll even give a small smile when he finishes and Eren compliments him]
Aha, thanks. [He feels more confident at violin or piano, but he's been in enough choirs to know his voice is fine] Oh, i-it's nothing. I guess, when you said you wanted to hear me sing, I wasn't expecting you to pick a song about vampires crawling out of the grave....
and realizing that he just mildly drove a date into the ground, he stares in silence. it almost looks funny. staring off into the distance. he covers his mouth. opens it, then closes it again. that was not intended.
at least heās providing comic relief without realizing it, either. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Heehee, good. I've never actually done this before...
[His hands will find their way to wrapping around Eren's neck to keep his balance. He blushes a little when Eren pushes a lock of hair out of his face. In response to that and the staring, he'll lean forward and kiss Eren. It's still gentle, but at least it's much easier now in the position their in]
no subject
with the combination of blush and smiles, damn, heāll never get out of it, will he? he doesnāt even want to. heāll dip his head sideways and kiss him back; at the same time he shifts upright a little, carefully pressing the one hand on elliotās side downward to guide him to fold his legs and sit, on his lap, while the other slips behind his back. different kind of touching that heās never done or really thought of doing. maybe whatās going through his mind is different, but one common thing was clear: it felt right. damn right.
and if he was making elliot feel as better as he was getting, then itās more than great. ]
no subject
Once he gets sure of his balance, one of his own hands had left Eren's neck to reach for that blanket. He tugs and adjusts so it's still draping over them because eff the cold- even if he was close enough to Eren to get a great deal of body heat.
Which hey speaking of that closeness? He'd been so involved in that kiss, that he barely thinks about it as he lets Eren guide him to sit on fully on Eren's lap, and goes along with it with ease. Except with how close he is, and the fact he's still straddling the guy? Causes him to accidentally press up against, well, parts. Which holy crap, that feeling from that surprises Elliot enough to break the kiss and scoot back a little.]
O-Oh. [He sure is turning completely red.] Uh- s-so that's why it's a big deal...
[W H O O P S]
no subject
how much he realizes his adoration makes his insides flurry, from his heart to his stomach and everything else, and with a slightly bolder attempt to deepen the last bit of the kiss just to show him a little extra somehow, as he feels elliot pull back, eren nearly goes after him, and his hands grip him so he doesnāt fall.
thatās when he stops. mightāveā gotten a little . . . tiny bit . . . enthusiastic with his feelings, but he does sit back to stare at the startled look in elliotās eyes, immediately wondering if he was starting to get too. you know. eren was always passionate, and once he lets the heart take the wheel, take cover.
big deal . . . he doesnāt get it. he was too engaged (which wasnāt even at your 50% mark of engagement, eren). ]
Whatās a bigā [ clockās ticking and he just looks like a hybrid of confused and concerned until he starts to cool off his head and notices the one spot thatās still. tingling. the only time that happened was when he did it himself, just like every normal human being with human urges, but.
thatās certainly the first time someone else caused the tingles on a whole different level. dangerous tingles. very strong feelings. elliotās not the only one with a completely red face by now, so much that he needs to poke their heads out for air. ]
Uhā [ opens mouth, closes mouth. ] Itāsā itās okay. It wasnāt . . . Iām.
[ youāre what, eren . . . ]
no subject
Elliot lingers where he is, worrying his lip as he looks both embarrassed and conflicted. He hadn't really planned for this to happen, or to get as far as they were clearly teetering close to. It made him nervous to think about- he really had no experience with things like this.
On the other hand, there was a part of him that didn't want to stop. The feelings were enticing, and extremely tempting to want to pursue more.
Meanwhile there was Eren, yet again stumbling through words. It's hard not to smile at that. It was still cute]
Ha...You're what?
no subject
he swallows, his throat dry, and wetting his lips. he wants to say a lot of things at once but not a single word comes out alone. blundering cave man. heāll get his words out eventually, like so. ]
I was . . . Sorry, if I was starting to getā carried away. [ starting, but itās a good thing he didnāt get to the point of firing up. heās a bit nervous, but at least those nerves are simmering enough for him to speak clearly. heās also a little amazed. ] I didnāt think I could get that close to you.
[ and when he tasted a bit it was like . . . . yo ]
no subject
But he'll shake his head. You're not taking the blame on this one Jaeger]
N-No, it's fine. I got carried away too. [He WAS the one to sit on your lap dude.] It felt really good, but... we probably should step back a little haha...
[Cool down, not jump on impulses. He could do that.]
H-how about I cook us some dinner?
no subject
people die like that.it was almost relieving though, that they thought the same thing. erenās shoulders give a subtle, relaxed sort of slump. not ready at all. he smiles, carefully slipping elliot off his lap and to his side instead, hand going to his arm and giving an affectionate squeeze, coupled with a head nudge. ]
Mind if I take a shower? [ he sort of. needed it. ] Iāll take over for you in ten.
[ ten minutes if he, of course, doesnāt lose track of time by staring at shower water in deep thought. but he could also use the time to separate a towel and some comfy clothes for elliot to use. ]
no subject
He'll move along with being slipped off Eren's lap, back onto the couch itself. He'll give him a smile as their heads nudge together]
Haha, oh no. You're letting me stay, so the least I can do is cook for you. [He's used to cooking all the time anyway] Take all the shower time you need though.
no subject
The least you can do is stay.
[ but cooking was still appreciated. he gets up and starts for the bathroom, but not before looking over his shoulder with a dweeb smile. so thatās what sam smith was talking about in that song.
heāll go, heāll shower, heāll stand in there maybe a little more than ten minutes just burning neurons, but soon heās coming out in something comfy. loose fitting pants and a tank top, perfect to show off those arms and tattoo. if elliotās too busy, erenās sneaking up behind him . . . until heās right over his shoulder. ]
no subject
Aww. I'm happy to stay.
[You're the one doing him a favor!! But while Eren's off taking a shower, Elliot will head to the kitchen and dig around for ingredients to see what he can make. A full inspection wields the ingredients to make a pasta carbonara, so he's in the process of making that as Eren comes back. There's spaghetti cooking, as well as a sauce simmering. Elliot at the moment is breaking some eggs and beating them.
He doesn't notice Eren sneak up on him. He's too focused on his cooking and humming to himself.]
no subject
until erenās smile doesnāt quite fit on his face anymore. the songās hum seems to be coming to an end, heās gotta come up and just sort ofā stick his head right over his shoulder and rest his chin there, eyes glazing over pans. ]
Which oneās that one?
[ the food looks amazing too, but that music tho ]
no subject
He'll also assume Eren's inquiring about the food]
Pasta carbonara with chicken. It should be ready in about ten minutes.
no subject
You look really good cooking. [ he looked like he knew what he was doing, and itās always really neat to see someone use their skills. attractive. itās attractive. ] And singing.
[ pls sing ]
no subject
Any requests?
no subject
The one from the dracula movieā [ he only knows the name because itās on his playlist. ] This Life and the Next.
[ . . . . . . . . . . . . . listen
the voice is pretty. like he actually knows what it says beyond āthis life and the nextā . . .
no subject
Turning his head to look at him, his eyebrows raised with an incredulous look]
Really?
[Honey.]
no subject
Well, the voice is soft, like yoursā [ and taken from the scene where the wife fucking plummets from a cliff and husbando vampire jumps after her to save her and . . . fails . . . but since that look heās getting seems a little too suspicious: ] Why?
no subject
But fine, he offered a request. So he'll just sigh]
Nothing.
[He'll start to sing. It's not exactly an easy song to sing, but he'll do his best]
ā« Why think separately,
Of this life and the next?
One born from the last
You're a deathless soul
Can not be kept in grave
I will come again, I will come again ā«
no subject
but unlike his musically inclined boyfriend, the meaning to that just completely . . . flies over his head. he doesnāt pay much attention to lyrics anyway, moreso the sounds and melodies to songs, and it completely warms him up. heās smiling and watching regardless, heās not even blinking, and for a minute looks completely. yeah. floaty. whatās the meaning to him? the caring (and pretty tragic) cinemic relationship, and that nothing ever truly ends. this life and the next, right? he loved those times, damn. closet nerd.
and when itās over, heāll puff out a quiet wow. youābe gone and wooed him anyway, and wouldāve even more if he didnāt catch that disappointment in the air. ]
Iād ask for an encore if there wasnāt something. [ dipping his head sideways, he still watches. ] Whatās wrong with it? Your voice is . . . Amazing.
[ fill him in so he can actually die ]
no subject
Aha, thanks. [He feels more confident at violin or piano, but he's been in enough choirs to know his voice is fine] Oh, i-it's nothing. I guess, when you said you wanted to hear me sing, I wasn't expecting you to pick a song about vampires crawling out of the grave....
no subject
and realizing that he just mildly drove a date into the ground, he stares in silence. it almost looks funny. staring off into the distance. he covers his mouth. opens it, then closes it again. that was not intended.
at least heās providing comic relief without realizing it, either. ]
no subject
....Eren?
no subject
but at leastā he tries to offer an awkward laugh, the kind a stand up comedian has to choke out when no one laughed at the joke. ]
Donāt ever let me make requests again.
no subject
C'mon. At least you didn't ask for "What's new Pussycat".
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)