[It's just different, being kissed by someone. Eren remembers lying awake at night, wrapped up in Mikasa's arms. He tried to think of ways he could convince her - that he was ready, that he was him, that it was all they had, so why - but she walled herself off, kept herself away.
[It ripped him apart. He never forgot. At least Maruki will accept a kiss behind closed doors, in the safety of this windmill - it never hurt Eren that he didn't take them first, but...
[It really is just different, being kissed. Not kissing. Being kissed. Being kissed on his birthday, by the person he loves more than he's ever loved anyone else. He finds himself gripping Maruki by the shoulders - too tight, maybe. He breaks away just to stare at him - just to make sure...
[His hands find his Other's face; Eren holds it, tenderly, carefully - so, so carefully.]
:WHYYYYYYYYY:
[It ripped him apart. He never forgot. At least Maruki will accept a kiss behind closed doors, in the safety of this windmill - it never hurt Eren that he didn't take them first, but...
[It really is just different, being kissed. Not kissing. Being kissed. Being kissed on his birthday, by the person he loves more than he's ever loved anyone else. He finds himself gripping Maruki by the shoulders - too tight, maybe. He breaks away just to stare at him - just to make sure...
[His hands find his Other's face; Eren holds it, tenderly, carefully - so, so carefully.]
Takuto. I love you...