[ bingo 😈. when rey nabs the bait and keeps herself on lock-on, eren feels a thrill rising up his belly to his chest. it was hidden satisfaction toward the first step to success, and now more than ever did he not want to stop. how far would she go? how fast would it take for her to crumble?
he pretends he doesn't know what's going on, forcing his smile down with an aversion of eye contact, very brief, to focus on the lifted bottle, and, oh— silly him, he forgot to open it. let him just sit back on his heels, but in doing so making sure that he's managed to get closer to her. in front of her, rather than reaching out of touch. ]
You're supposed to drink this one and, [ eren's dainty little fingers slip, he drops the open bottle. right on top, right into his cleavage and then struggling to grab it and ending up droping it on rey and oh what a mess the front of their shirts are now—! the oily substance stains his fabric and expands wet blotches until his nipples, they're . . . very visible. ] shit. Sorry, hold on, [ and he looks around them, quickly, for something to soak up the wetness that fell on rey. ]
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he pretends he doesn't know what's going on, forcing his smile down with an aversion of eye contact, very brief, to focus on the lifted bottle, and, oh— silly him, he forgot to open it. let him just sit back on his heels, but in doing so making sure that he's managed to get closer to her. in front of her, rather than reaching out of touch. ]
You're supposed to drink this one and, [ eren's dainty little fingers slip, he drops the open bottle. right on top, right into his cleavage and then struggling to grab it and ending up droping it on rey and oh what a mess the front of their shirts are now—! the oily substance stains his fabric and expands wet blotches until his nipples, they're . . . very visible. ] shit. Sorry, hold on, [ and he looks around them, quickly, for something to soak up the wetness that fell on rey. ]