[There's something shocking about how perfect, how comfortable, how second nature it all really is. Eren is pulled back against Maruki, is enveloped by Maruki, is nuzzled by Maruki, and his heart thuds so pleasantly, so steadily in his chest. His hands come to rest over the arms that rest around him, and his fingers grip, anxious just to touch. Eren leans back to look Maruki in the eye, and then they're nose-to-nose.
[He can't keep from kissing him, so he doesn't. It isn't the first time, nor the tenth. It won't be the last...]
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[He can't keep from kissing him, so he doesn't. It isn't the first time, nor the tenth. It won't be the last...]
Let's switch, then. Come on.