[Eren feels Akechi's hand, cold even beneath the glove, around his throat. It's a tender, comfortable feeling. Eren presses into it until their foreheads are resting together again, his throat squeezing tight. He closes his eyes.]
Do something else for me, then. It's simple. I won't ask for anything else.
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Do something else for me, then. It's simple. I won't ask for anything else.