[ Don't say it like that! Oh, god. There's an inferno raging just beneath his skin as he kisses Eren hard, clearly more flustered and trying to cover for it than anything else. ]
Maruki can't. He can't even try. Maybe in the future, he'll stretch his imagination, but right now– even the idea makes him feel too dizzy. He clings to Eren, fingers digging into bare skin, and tries to save face. ]
W-well, hah... you have a more active imagination than I do...
[It seems Maruki can't bear to talk about it anymore. Eren obliges and kisses him, lets the windmill fall silent again. He shouldn't be cruel - he's not trying to be, as endearing as Maruki is, blushing and stammering like that. Eren feels impossibly warm.]
[ Relief is there, palpable from how grateful he is to avoid continuing to talk about a topic like that– but there's clear hunger brought on by the conversation happening at all, too. Maruki pulls Eren in as close to him as he can, tangling their legs together, not cognizant of how it'll bring those sensitivities far too close. He doesn't care– he just wants to feel Eren against him, on top of him, enveloping him completely. Maruki kisses him until he's trembling and breathless, unwilling to let go. ]
[Of course, Eren feels it when he's pulled close, knees bumping between legs, bare stomachs pressed together, chests rising against each other. One arm wraps down low, the other around Maruki's shoulders, hand gripping the nape of his neck. He holds him there and kisses him - kisses him like he wants to devour him, tongue tasting.]
[ Just like that, they're back to where they started. Maruki's body arches against Eren's before going relaxed and pliant, all too happy to be wrapped up and kissed like they're both starved men. He does just as Eren asked before, lightly scratching blunt nails up and down the endless expanse of muscle that is his back, his torso, all the way down to his hips where his pants cling stubbornly and back up again.
It's enough. Just this– it's enough.
A soft, happy sound slips past Maruki's lips the next time he parts them for Eren to taste. He can't stop himself from smiling, even if it makes their kiss difficult. He'll never forget laughing in Eren's arms after they spilled against one another in their empty world. He couldn't be more content. ]
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You didn't picture it the other way, did you?
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I...
[ His eyes are closed. Don't look at him. ]
N-no, I didn't.
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I have. But I've pictured everything.
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Maruki can't. He can't even try. Maybe in the future, he'll stretch his imagination, but right now– even the idea makes him feel too dizzy. He clings to Eren, fingers digging into bare skin, and tries to save face. ]
W-well, hah... you have a more active imagination than I do...
[ Oh, god. ]
Kiss me again. Please.
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It's enough. Just this– it's enough.
A soft, happy sound slips past Maruki's lips the next time he parts them for Eren to taste. He can't stop himself from smiling, even if it makes their kiss difficult. He'll never forget laughing in Eren's arms after they spilled against one another in their empty world. He couldn't be more content. ]