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Hiiiiiii. Sorry. I saw this yesterday right around when I turned the game off for bed. I sat down earlier to write something earlier but I ended up somehow in the end scene of the next fic in gf series lol. Anyway thatās not important hereās more flooded lungs:
Sooner than Tristan would like Erik is giving one final squeeze to Tristanās nape and attempting to disentangle them.
āYou gotta let go so I can get you out of your gear,ā Erik says.
With every point of contact between the two of them removed Tristan can feel that hollow cavern in his chest yawn just a little bit wider. He canāt give voice to his distress, just wait powerlessly as Erik establishes distance between them. Soon the only place theyāre touching is Erikās shirt still clenched between Tristanās teeth. Erik tries to physically prompt him to let go but the first touch near his mouth draws forth a growl from deep Tristanās chest.
āLet go!ā Erik snaps out in his dom voice, snapping his fingers next to Tristanās ear to emphasize the order. Tristanās jaw unclenches and he rocks back on his heels out of Erikās space before heās even finished processing the order.
