[ It's different when they're both awake and aware. Any shared moments taking naps at the Machiya are over with the summer heat - Akechi no longer seeks the same warmth he did in the winter. It took only one humid day and waking up with all his clothes sticking to his skin to end it - he blamed Eren. Still does.
But it's different like this. He doesn't move - not an inch after they're in a new, more intimate position. He can't stand it. Hates it. Thinks of every reason to rip away from his body, but-
It's cold this morning, so he tolerates the warmth against his thighs and-
He's in a good mood and Eren enjoys this shit, so he lets it slide. Akechi isn't sure why.
The talk goes to CGI and spaceships. The question's inane enough to make him scoff under his breath - the same old peasant nonsense as always. It's a good distraction. He'll stay here for a few moments, and peel back when the finale ends. ]
No, not at all. There are methods to get into space, but crafts like that are fiction and nothing more. Spaceships and alien invasions are frequent occurrance in media and modern entertainment. It's a long standing trope for Featherman in particular.
[It's a gift and Eren knows it - always is when Akechi allows them to get close. He doesn't move an inch for fear he'll scare the other man away. Regardless of whether or not Eren calls the bread "birthday bread", his intention was to please Akechi tonight. If he wants to move away, Eren won't fight him. He'll only hope...]
I didn't think space was somewhere you could go. There are people here who have traveled through it, though. There are probably a few people here who would even call themselves aliens.
[The last of Eren's bread is pressed back into his hand. The gift of food is never lost on him. It could be a thoughtless gesture, needlessly polite, but Akechi stopped being needlessly polite with Eren a while ago. Eren holds the bread in his hand for a few seconds before tearing it into two even smaller pieces. He puts one in his mouth, then holds the other up to Akechi's.]
[Eren is expecting some punishment when Akechi goes for his face, but it's apparently his attention the other man is after. Eren stares at Akechi; his lips, the bread, a mouth opening, tongue, taste...
[All just his imagining, of course. He obediently puts the bread in his own mouth, eyes locked on Akechi's, muddy red.]
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But it's different like this. He doesn't move - not an inch after they're in a new, more intimate position. He can't stand it. Hates it. Thinks of every reason to rip away from his body, but-
It's cold this morning, so he tolerates the warmth against his thighs and-
He's in a good mood and Eren enjoys this shit, so he lets it slide. Akechi isn't sure why.
The talk goes to CGI and spaceships. The question's inane enough to make him scoff under his breath - the same old peasant nonsense as always. It's a good distraction. He'll stay here for a few moments, and peel back when the finale ends. ]
No, not at all. There are methods to get into space, but crafts like that are fiction and nothing more. Spaceships and alien invasions are frequent occurrance in media and modern entertainment. It's a long standing trope for Featherman in particular.
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I didn't think space was somewhere you could go. There are people here who have traveled through it, though. There are probably a few people here who would even call themselves aliens.
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[ The last few pieces of bread sit in his lap. When he moves to put it in his mouth, well -
It's impossible to not touch Eren when he raises his arm, so he switches to the one not currently pressed against the man's chest. ]
We had satellites and other machines that travelled small distances. People were limited to the Moon and nowhere else, though-
[ He shoves the last piece of bread into Eren's hand. ]
There is large station that hovers Earth. People go there for short periods of time to live and study space itself.
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Can birds fly that high too?
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[ And to the bread held at his mouth -
Akechi only stares for a second, then two.
Eating from someone's hand like an animal - the look he casts Eren's way is equal parts confused and irate at the audacity of thinking he would.
His fingers grip Eren's chin and twists his head until it's fully focused on the hand near Akechi's lips. ]
Your aim is off. Let me help you.
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[All just his imagining, of course. He obediently puts the bread in his own mouth, eyes locked on Akechi's, muddy red.]
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As obedient as ever when it matters. He keeps his grip light on Eren's face.
And turns back to the television - a final battle winding down on the screen.
It really was a good show for its time. ]