Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
He isn’t use to touching.Isn’t use to even being undressed in the company of others.His past was his own businessbut nowit might become part of Eren’s.
They had just got back from a case.Running about in the undergroundsthrough wet damp areas.he smelledand needed a bath.But after taking coming and taking onehe had gotten dressed in his room
He was half way done but he stopped.Fingers stopped—stilled from pulling the material over his arms.Back still exposedexposed to the otherand to Eren’s touch.Hues shut as he inhaled;pretending to dismiss the touchthe tracing of anothers finger against pale skin.
”..Knock before entering.”
Jaw flexes.Teeth clamp down tightly.Touching—They were touching.Though it was only barely.only tracing a mark left on his skin.It seemed like more than that.
Heart race quickenshues glance awaybody remains in placedoesn’t meanhe doesn’t seem to be breathing.This Omegathis damned Omegawas touching him.
It sent sparks on his skinthe finger seemed to leave behind a fire trailan ache for wanting morewanting more of fingers against fleshmore contact.but he can’t.They only just met.It’d be wrong.
But he doesn’t stop him either.After all, the Omega was making the move.Not him.Throat is clearedhead turns back; eyes moving to look over at the other.
Intimacy is not in his nature.Even the slightest notion of it;it’s not him.Not himself.He is an animal.only a beast seeking to kill those who arerude;who are pigs.
Eren changed him.That damned detective;his beautiful mind.vivid imagination.his disorder.Over the course of their time;time shared in crime scenes;the office;his own homethey only grew closer.
And now here they were;Sitting in the officesharing the sofawine glasses perched on the tableEren’s forearm exposed;He remembered how he got that markingin turnhe shows him his. Show me yours. I’ll show you mine.
He wasn’t prepared.Though now he’s curious.Slate hues watch that slim fingertracing the marking on his exposed shoulder.A single bullet wound.Not from the story he told Eren.It wasn’t from saving a life.It was from taking one;savagely taking one.Without mercy;without regret.
Was that sadness he saw?Why would Eren feel sad?Because he got hurt?It didn’t matter.Eren was believing the lie.Believing he was innocent;a normal human.
Pale fingers wrap around the tanned forearmlifting; bring it up to similar pale lips.A soft kiss.Barely brushing against fleshHues lock onto wider doll set ones.Intimacy was not in his nature.But with Eren.They only ever seemed to be i n t i m a t e.
