Imagine being with Hange in this heat. How sticky their skin would get from sweat. Tasting their salty skin. Their hands warm on your waist, god it’s a bad idea to fuck, you’ll be so uncomfortable. The sheets will be soaked. But they’re grinding against your thigh, they’re being so needy, whining and nuzzling their nose against your neck. Your skin is prickling, wet, you’re almost embarrassed at how sweaty you are already until they lick you. They’re moaning, desperate, already breathing ragged. Hange loves how fucking drenched in sweat you are, they’d kiss and suck on every inch of you. Eventually you give in, dragging their boxers down just enough to give you access to what you want, what they need.












