[ wrestling and playing tail tag had only been one of the fights gained in scuffling with kaede, the exhilarated and challenging breaths that seemed to heave no in return, but impish and goading, nowhere close to truly meaning to steal her fun. he had often enjoyed a chase with her, tangling breathily into a twisting braid when his tail happens to smack hers. he’d buck then and tunnel dive his focus as he felt her body tighten and pour, the sweet scent of her releasing the climax he’d feel in the little details— her color, her breathing, her pulse, her eyes—
when eren spills, he spills hard in her, fills her the same way the draw of a moan and the quivering tail tip fill the room with sound, and the chimera’s mouth, with a gasping sort of kiss to drag the aftertaste of blood across his tongue. eren clenches in every which way, squeezes his thighs and sees stars when his pin-slit eyes open to the dwindling haze. ]
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when eren spills, he spills hard in her, fills her the same way the draw of a moan and the quivering tail tip fill the room with sound, and the chimera’s mouth, with a gasping sort of kiss to drag the aftertaste of blood across his tongue. eren clenches in every which way, squeezes his thighs and sees stars when his pin-slit eyes open to the dwindling haze. ]