[Akechi gives, and Eren can't hide his gratitude. The taste of the other boy's tongue makes him groan in relief, his hips jerking ravenously against Akechi's thigh. He knows to be quiet - felt that warning, and moreover can only be obedient in the face of what is so clearly a gift.
[Akechi wants it too, and for once, he isn't making Eren fight. Eren groans again, a pitch higher, blissful as he comes, his fingers tangled in Akechi's hair. Warmth spills beneath the layers between them, but Eren only pulls tighter, wraps his legs tighter, whimpers louder--
[He can't hold too tight. He kisses Akechi's lips, because he knows they're about to be ripped away. He loosens his grip...]
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[Akechi wants it too, and for once, he isn't making Eren fight. Eren groans again, a pitch higher, blissful as he comes, his fingers tangled in Akechi's hair. Warmth spills beneath the layers between them, but Eren only pulls tighter, wraps his legs tighter, whimpers louder--
[He can't hold too tight. He kisses Akechi's lips, because he knows they're about to be ripped away. He loosens his grip...]