𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

012

after loosely grabbing eren's hand to tug him behind you, he takes the initiative to readjust them, securely gripping your hand in his own. his palms are warm, likely helped by the alcohol running through his system. they wrap around your own in a comfortable embrace, worn calluses shifting over yours, fingers tangling in a small show of acquired intimacy. 

you lead him through the streets, few words being exchanged, both comfortable in the surrounding noise of the nighttime streets and their patrons. as you near your building, the tension in your shoulders mounts a little more, the understanding that eren will more than likely be sleeping in your bed, and the knowledge that you're powerless against his wry smile and boyish charm.

eren trails behind you as you enter the building together. the steps creak under you as you shuffle inside, feet dragging with weary tiredness, eren stumbling a little with the remnants of alcohol in his system. you can tell he's sobered a little by the way he's become less talkative, but he's still a bit clumsy.

you pull the keys from your pocket and unlock the front door, eren's tall figure looming behind you quietly. your fingers are shaking slightly as you jiggle at the lock, nerves getting the best of you.

you suddenly feel fingers brushing over your sides, just above your hips. they settle there and you feel the press of eren's body against yours from behind, a warm weight gently pressing against your back, not overtly sexual, but almost as if vying for closeness.

a hand leaves your side and goes to brush your hair back over your shoulder from where it was curtaining your face from view. from the corner of your eyes, you see eren's face dip down and then feel the soft brush of his cheek against yours. the caress is soft in nature, searching and gentle against you, the barest pressure raising goosebumps on your arms. 

he turns his face and his nose bumps gently against your cheek as he moves down to nuzzle your neck. you feel him inhale against your skin, breathing in the scent. he lets it back out with a sigh.

"smells good," he says, voice laden with a darker undertones. 

the feeling of him against you makes you shiver, and his words light something deep within you, your legs shift at the feeling, pressing together to stop satiate the urge already building inside of you. 

your hands still at the lock, eyes fluttering closed as you feel him start laying light kisses against the column of your neck. 

you can't help but let out a deep sigh that you'd been holding. the light brush of his lips against you is a distraction from the stress that had been building in your mind. eren had seemed entirely unbothered by the obvious tension the whole walk home. you again wonder how often he does this with other women, a dark feeling clouding your chest before you shake it away. 

it doesn't matter how many other women he does this with, you weren't attached to him in any way. in fact, it was imperative that you stayed unattached from him, so long as you wanted your professional career to stay intact. 

getting attached would undoubtedly lead to awkwardness in the studio, which neither of you could afford. 

you shake the thoughts from your mind, instead focusing on the pleasurable feeling of his mouth at your neck, teeth gently nipping before his tongue comes to smooth over the vein pulsating there with your rapid heartbeat.

his hand travels up from your side to land at your neck, holding your jaw in place with a gentle but demandingly firm hold. you let out a gasp as he slowly moves his mouth upwards to bite at the lobe of your ear, before he whispers with a heavily distinct tone.

"having trouble there?" he says, and you can't mistake his tone as anything other than playful. you quickly realize that you still have yet to successfully unlock the door, let alone open it.