Eren wiggled against Mike, their bodies warm within the confines of the huge and thankfully thin confines of the sweatshirt. The blond grunted when he accidentally rammed an elbow into Mike’s ribs but waited patiently until the brunet settled down again before he buried his nose back into Eren’s neck. “Comfy yet?”
“Nah,” Eren drawled, sarcasm dripping as he twisted around and kissed Mike’s temple. “I think I’ll have to move again in a minute or two.”
“Do it and I’ll kick you out of the sweatshirt.”
Eren gasped, mock horror and a teasing lilt filling his voice as he wiggled his hand so the far-too-long sleeve could expose his hand so he could prod Mike in the side of the skull. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would in a heartbeat if it meant saving my organs.”
“Well that’s just rude. Your organs like it when I try to impale them with my elbows!” Mike snorted and squeezed Eren’s hips, his hands within the sweatshirt itself and not the sleeves like Eren’s were. He missed holding those huge, rough palms but the current placement was almost preferable - partly because of the downright cruel way Mike was rubbing circles into the dips of his hips. His beard scratched along Eren’s neck and he shivered, neck dropping back so Mike could reach more. That earned him a sound of approval that made heat well in his gut and his fingers curl as Mike pressed gentle kisses to his neck.
“So I’m guessing this was a good buy?” Eren managed, voice barely coherent or together at the feathery touches that Mike skimmed across his neck or kneaded into his hips.
“Very,” Mike murmured into his skin and he smirked when Eren twisted again, this time enough so that he could bump their noses together.
“I know. Wanna watch some terrible Christmas movies?”
“Are we talking Frosty or something like that?”
“Something like that,” Mike murmured as he leaned in and pecked Eren’s mouth before he sat up with a quiet groan from Eren. Two pairs of feet hit the floor and they awkwardly walked over to the TV, Eren’s face thoroughly buried in Mike’s chest as he traded the anders with Mike and slid his around that thick, toasty torso instead.
“I’ll get more of these when the stores open.”
“Excellent, because if you weren’t I was going to.”
Eren just laughed and nestled closer as Mike walked him back to the couch and they sank down together, bodies pressed close and hands tangled together as the opening for some foreign Christmas movie started to play. “We should get sweatpants-”
