Eren's fingertips grazed across his face while steam pooled around them. They were enveloped in silence by the dissipating form of his titan, their world nothing but gray smoke. It was respite from the battlefield, Eren's face the clear eye of the storm.
He was half awake, eyes hazy but sincere. Eren was always honest like that, weak and staring up from where Levi held him tight against his chest. Levi was rarely the one Eren opened his eyes to, but he cherished it like the most valuable memories.
Eren liked to whisper secrets, murmurs of abandoned dreams and forgotten hope. They were that never saw the light of day. He said to Levi that he liked to hear him speak. So Levi said his name.
Eren rubbed his thumb over Levi's bottom lip and he shivered, even under the thick heat that lay on top of them. Eren told him that was his favorite part; he liked Levi's mouth, his lips. Levi didn't know what he meant.
But he let Eren touch him. He parted his mouth so his teeth grazed Eren's skin and when Eren pulled back he still tasted the salt on his tongue.
When the fog cleared, Eren would not remember what he said. Levi saved it, tucked it away, until he needed it again. It would be different.
Requested by khimairan ❤
Cheiloproclitic. From this meme.
