Akechi could force his fingers down a throat until Eren pukes up whatever good will remains between them.
It's the thought that excites him. That he could. That Eren would take it. That he might hold a grudge and make his future death agonizing, a fight brutal.
Eren takes him - all of him. Akechi keeps his fingers in, doesn't fight the grip on his wrist. Runs his fingertips along tongue and molar. Keeps his eyes focused on a bobbing throat, wet lips.]
What a sight you are.
[It's a taunt. It's cruel. There's no affection hidden in quiet voice, less in the way his own mouth rests against Eren's ear.]
Keep quiet - if you make any noise, I'll make sure it's your last.
[So easy. It would be so easy. He jerks his hand back, rough and against his teeth and-
Shoves it back with equal force - choking, painful, he's tempted to send his fingertips further every time. It's only the potential mess that stops him. Makes one leg curl around Eren's to trap him in place - his knee rubbing against Eren's groin, unintentional. He isn't kind enough.
His own breath comes out choppy short bursts against Eren's ear. The TV drones. Akechi's fingers don't stop their erratic onslaught and neither do his words. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you a whisper, a chant, louder than the narrator traveling across continents and worlds with them so close together. Akechi wants Eren to only hear him.]
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Akechi could force his fingers down a throat until Eren pukes up whatever good will remains between them.
It's the thought that excites him. That he could. That Eren would take it. That he might hold a grudge and make his future death agonizing, a fight brutal.
Eren takes him - all of him. Akechi keeps his fingers in, doesn't fight the grip on his wrist. Runs his fingertips along tongue and molar. Keeps his eyes focused on a bobbing throat, wet lips.]
What a sight you are.
[It's a taunt. It's cruel. There's no affection hidden in quiet voice, less in the way his own mouth rests against Eren's ear.]
Keep quiet - if you make any noise, I'll make sure it's your last.
[So easy. It would be so easy. He jerks his hand back, rough and against his teeth and-
Shoves it back with equal force - choking, painful, he's tempted to send his fingertips further every time. It's only the potential mess that stops him. Makes one leg curl around Eren's to trap him in place - his knee rubbing against Eren's groin, unintentional. He isn't kind enough.
His own breath comes out choppy short bursts against Eren's ear. The TV drones. Akechi's fingers don't stop their erratic onslaught and neither do his words. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you a whisper, a chant, louder than the narrator traveling across continents and worlds with them so close together. Akechi wants Eren to only hear him.]