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Jean is having a good night.
Correction, Jean was having a good night. Hanging out with his partner and their friends is always a sure recipe for a time well spent. That is until Connie opens his mouth.
“So, Eren…” Connie slurs as he shifts on the floor, his beer almost spilling over. They're all seated on the ground of Sasha's apartment, boozed up with liquor that Mikasa and Jean bought.
Jean's eyes trail over to Connie on his side, cocking an eyebrow up. He already knows Eren is about to be asked a ridiculous question. They've been throwing odd ones right after the other, with Armin’s somehow being weirder than anyone else's. From the sly grin on his friend's mouth, he can tell he's going to put his partner on the spot.
Connie clears his throat, putting his beer down before he grins at Eren. “Rank all the sex you've had, from best to worst.”
Jean's eyes bulge in surprise. “What?!” He squeals out, straightening his posture to gape at Connie. Everyone around him bursts in a fit of giggles, not taking the inappropriate statement any seriously. “What the hell kind of question is this?”
“A good one!” Sasha quips from his other side.
Jean’s eyes narrow at her. His friends can be so obtuse at times. Not only are they acting like drunk teens, but they're not familiar enough with Eren to ask him stuff like this!
His eyes flicker towards Eren, an apologetic look on his face despite Eren's soft laugh. “You don't have to answer that.”
“Oh, don't be such a party pooper!” Connie groans, letting out a sharp hiccup. “Let Eren speak for himself.”
These drunk idiots. This is why Jean hates not keeping up with his friends’ drinking habits. Although he's a little over tipsy, everyone else is completely drunk, except for Mikasa who will be driving Armin and Eren to their house later.
“No,” Jean grits out. “That's inappropriate, you assholes.”
“Oh, please,” Sasha snorts, “You're just scared he won't place you first.”
Her joke gets everyone to laugh once more, including Eren, who hides his mouth behind his cup as he giggles. Jean's face burns red, his expression twisting as the words die in his throat.
Regardless of how he may feel about this ranking, it's still weird for Connie to ask Eren this, someone he's been friends with for barely a year. Hell, Jean has been dating Eren for a year and a half and he still wouldn't ask him something like this. That has nothing to do with his confidence in how he performs in bed. He simply…doesn't want to know Eren's history before him.
“I'm serious, don't be a dick and change the question.” Jean grumbles, not wanting to put Eren in this awkward position, even with the lack of protests from him.
“Fine, fine.” Connie sighs dramatically, turning back to the other trio in front of him. “Alright, here's a more simple question.” He starts to snort through his words. “Describe your sex life with Jean.”
Jean's eyes harden, while Eren laughs in mild surprise.
“What the fuck, Connie?” His face is a flustered shade of red, baffled by his friends’ mindless audacity.
How is he the only one who's bothered by this?! Sasha is laughing, Mikasa has an amused smile on, and even Armin looks excited.
“What? It's a normal question, don't be a prude.” He huffs and crosses his arms.
“Also,” Sasha jumps to sit on her knees, almost toppling back from how drunk she is. “Don't be a hypocrite. You're always asking us about our sex lives.”
“Yeah, I'm asking you, not your partners! I don't think Eren's friends want to know this shit.” He snarls, pulling the girl to sit back down before she falls over the bottles in the middle.
“I do.” Armin raises his hand, his cheeks pink where his lips tug upwards.
Jean's jaw drops. “You?!” He exclaims, his eyes widening at the blond’s broad smile.
“What? You met through me, it's only fair I know how you're treating my best friend.” Armin giggles, the same guy who gets flustered at the mere mention of anything remotely above PG-13, the same guy who refuses to hang around Eren and Jean alone because they ‘have too much sexual tension’ suddenly wants to know these details?
He never knew alcohol could make Armin like this. Or maybe it's his friends’ horrible influence on him.
“Armin,” Mikasa sighs from the other side of Eren as she puts her juice down. “Stop. It's not like Eren doesn't already complain to us.”
Finally, someone wise enough to put an end–wait, what?
“Complain?!” Jean’s voice rises in pitch, his eyebrows shooting up and his shoulders flaring.
Connie squeals from beside him, falling on his side as he clutches his stomach. Sasha chokes on her beer as she laughs, enthusiastically slapping Jean's thigh over and over again while he stares at Eren.
Eren only chuckles in response, his cheeks dusting red at Mikasa’s…joke? Was that even a joke? She sounded way too serious. Why isn't Eren saying anything? The fucker stayed silent during the whole thing, not answering, not declining, and certainly not coming to Jean's defense now as he playfully shoves Mikasa's arm.
Jean closes his mouth with a frown, his stomach sinking as everyone laughs around him. They must be playing with him. And he's the only one who doesn't find this funny at all!
Connie tries to inhale through his rapid snickers. “Oh man, this is too good.” He straightens up as he wipes his teary eyes, then directs his attention back to Eren with a serious look. “Okay tell us now. How is it?”
Despite his prior reluctance, Jean actually doesn't stop anything this time. He crosses his arms as he levels his partner, his eyebrows bowing down. Everyone else turns to Eren, waiting for his actual response.
Eren’s eyes widen slightly, biting on the edge of his cup. “What do you even want me to say?” He tilts his head to the side, genuine confusion on his face as he puts the drink down.
“You know! Is he good? Bad? Average?” Sasha encourages, her hands motioning around.
“He's good.” Eren rubs his arm, flustered now that he actually has to answer.
“And?” Connie presses on as he leans forward, probably looking for something he can make fun of Jean through.
Eren’s eyes flicker towards Jean for help, but he only waits for his response. Jean is good and what? What does Eren think of him?
“Um,” Eren stammers, his face turning a deeper shade of red. “What do you wanna know? Like…he's nice…? He's sweet. It-it’s good.”
Jean’s sigh of relief barely makes it past his mouth before Connie snorts. “So he's boring.”
Everyone laughs but Jean, whose scowl darkens on his face in response.
“I didn't say that!” Eren exclaims with a surprised giggle, while his two friends cackle on each side of him.
“It’s practically the same thing.” Sasha waves him off.
Jean's face burns, biting on the inside of his cheek as irritation swirls and mixes with the alcohol inside him. He tunes the conversation out and glares down at his cup. His friends make a joke about him being embarrassed, but Jean decides to ignore it as fickle insecurity bubbles up within him.
Does Eren really think he's boring? Would he really not rank him as the best? Jean knows he isn't the most experienced or the craziest when it comes to sex, and that their bedroom life is fairly tender save for the heated bursts they have every now and then, but is he bad enough that Eren may complain about him?
Jean would expect these jokes from Connie and Sasha, but never from Eren’s friends. How long can a joke go on for before he starts to believe there's at least a little bit of truth to it?
Something burns in Jean's chest as he gulps the rest of his drink down.
He glances up at Eren after a while, studying the small smile on his face, the glimmer in his eyes and the pink on his cheeks. If he really has a problem with Jean's performance, then he should have told him instead of throwing these jabs around. Now Jean has to sit and rethink every encounter he had with him, observing Eren's responses through the lens of his memory. Perhaps there's a time where Eren seemed displeased and Jean was just too ignorant to notice.
The crawling bile inside him sobers him up bit by bit, in the worst ways possible. For the rest of the night, Jean doesn't engage with his friends as they continue to play games and drink, and at some point, he discards the alcohol entirely and chooses to silently watch Eren enjoy his time.
Good. Sweet. That's all what Eren had to say about him? Boring. The rattling realization that he may have been bad to Eren this whole time settles deep in his bones by the time they have to leave.
When they're out in the biting cold of November, Jean stuffs his hands in his pockets and avoids Eren's gaze as much as humanely possible.
“Want me to give you a ride?” Mikasa asks as she helps Armin to the backseat, who can barely stand on his feet at all, hiccuping and giggling as she buckles his belt. Eren smiles at the sight before he looks up at Jean in question.
“Uh, no.” He turns her down with a tight smile. Prior to this, he chose not to come with his car figuring he's going to be drinking tonight. His choices were either staying over at his friends’ house or leaving with Mikasa, but right now, both seem like bad options. “I want to walk so I can sober up.” He lies.
“Are you sure? It's cold.” Eren murmurs with a soft frown.
It's a twenty minute walk, maybe thirty if Jean doesn’t take a shortcut. But he needs this. He can't be around his friends or Eren right now.
“I'll be fine.” He responds plainly, taking a step back from Eren. “Good night.” He nods, giving the other's shoulder an awkward pat before he begins walking away, missing the confused pout on Eren's face.
It's simple and clear. Jean has got to be breaking up with Eren, because why would he ignore him for this long otherwise?
Usually, Eren is quite the confrontational person. Be it with doctors who feel a sense of superiority over him because he's only an assistant now, or co-workers who think they can get away with talking behind his back, Eren argues with them head on and has no qualms about any social standard he's supposed to follow. If someone has something to say about him, then he'll force the words out of them.
But when it comes to matters of the heart…well, Eren is just not the best. He's had people directly profess their love to him and he still thought it was a platonic gesture, only to figure out it's not so from Armin and Mikasa. Even with the friends he's known for two decades, Eren is still inept when either of them act the slightest bit off.
Arguments and violence, Eren would say they come to him easily. But how does he approach someone who's upset by him, let alone, make it up to them? And it's even more confusing in Jean's case, because Eren cannot for the life of him figure out just what is Jean's issue.
He hasn't seen him in person in four days, and he hasn't had a proper conversation with him in almost two. Jean had been perfectly fine, until he responded slower to Eren, until he started to end their conversations early with lame excuses that didn't make sense. Only to suddenly invite Eren over to his apartment after six hours of complete radio silence.
Thus, Eren has no choice but to believe that this is it, this is where Jean finally draws the end of their relationship and severs all ties with him.
He's ready for it, he guesses. He'll tell Jean he respects his decision, hold back his tears and go home to cry his heart out. Then he'll probably lament the choices he made, and the way he managed to ruin the first relationship which he's ever felt comfortably himself in. Perhaps that's what drove Jean away. Eren showed too much of himself.
The weather seems to make a mockery of him today, with the sky clearing for the first time in weeks. There are cats laying on the pavement, basking in the sun’s heat while the kids play around. Everything is celebrating the demise of his relationship.
With a heavy sigh, Eren wipes his clammy hands against his jacket before he knocks on Jean's door. He taps his foot as he waits, his fingers drumming against his jeans. It isn't long before Jean opens, an awkward tight smile on his lips.
Oh god, this is really happening.
Eren swallows the heavy lump in his throat and makes his way in, biting back his frown as he takes his jacket off.
“It's not that bad outside, huh.” Jean comments from behind him. Eren makes a noncommittal hum, tugging his shoes off with tense fingers. This is unnecessary. He'll be putting all of this back on once Jean is done with him.
He goes inside the small living room, pursing his lips as he slowly walks towards the brown couch. Jean trails a few steps back, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looks around with nervous eyes.
“So, um…” Jean starts, looking everywhere but Eren as he rubs the back of his neck.
Eren stops in his tracks and turns back to Jean, waiting for a couple of seconds before he finally grumbles, no longer able to hold back the bitter words. “Are you breaking up with me?”
Jean frowns, his hands dropping as he looks at Eren. His confusion stays for a few seconds before his eyes widen. “Wait, what?! What did you just say?” He takes a step back, almost as if he's scared and offended by Eren's question.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Eren repeats, his voice steady as he narrows his eyes.
Jean stammers, an incredulous scowl on his face. “No, of course not!”
Eren blinks, his hardened features softening into a confused bow from his lips. “Then are you mad at me?”
His boyfriend seems to be even more confused than he is, gaping widely at him. “Why would you even ask that?”
“Are you?” Eren grits out.
“No!”
A soft exhale leaves him, his eyebrows drawing in as he looks at Jean. “Then why have you been so weird lately?! Why have you been avoiding me?” He croaks out, his fists tightening on his sides.
Jean freezes, his lips parting in surprise. Eren's eyes almost burn, and he whips his head away as he clenches his jaw. A heavy sigh leaves Jean before he walks over to him.
“No, Eren. I'm not breaking up with you nor am I angry at you…well, not exactly.” He murmurs, his hands settling on Eren's arms. “I'm sorry, I didn't…I got caught up in my own feelings and I didn't realize I've been neglecting you.”
Eren sulks and glances back at him. “What are you talking about? Did something happen?” He asks in concern, guilt slowly racking up inside him. How utterly selfish of him to never consider the possibility of Jean having gone through something.
“Not really,” Jean says awkwardly and lets go of him. “Sorry, it's just…uh, can we sit down?”
Eren takes a deep breath, nodding and walking over to the couch to seat himself on one of the ends. Although he doesn't know what Jean's issue is yet, he's at least glad that he isn't breaking up with him. And that nothing happened to Jean.
“So,” Jean sits next to him, a nervous glint in his flickering eyes which seem to never settle on Eren's. “Do you…think I'm boring?” He mutters, his voice barely audible.
“Huh?” It's Eren's turn to feel ridiculous over the questions, his eyebrows pinching together in confusion. When Jean's gaze wanders to the side, Eren rushes to respond. “No, I don't. If I thought you were, we wouldn't be dating.” He huffs, trying to bring Jean's mood up a little.
“N-no, like,” Jean blushes, his fingers toying with his sweatpants. “Do you think I'm boring…in bed?”
Eren stares for a few seconds before he breaks into a surprised giggle. “What? What the hell are you talking about?”
Jean groans and buries his head in his hands. “Just please answer the question.”
Eren raises an eyebrow, trying to decipher where all of this is coming from. Perhaps they're at that stage, the one where they have to discuss their sex life in detail. They've been dating for a while, so naturally, Jean would want to spice things up. Still, it's such a random thing to ask now of all times.
The answer is easy. Eren doesn't find Jean boring. Their sex life isn't crazy, and it's surprisingly tender considering their personalities, perfect for Eren after a long day of working his hands in the clinic. He's good to him and...
“Wait, wait, wait.” Eren shakes his head, a staggered frown taking over his features. “Is this about the question Sasha and Connie asked me the other night?!”
Jean's whole face glows bright red, turning his head away from Eren with a flustered huff.
A loud, rough scoff leaves Eren as he stands up. “Are you serious?! You ignored me for days over a joke our friends made?” He glowers, his forehead wrinkling as he glares down at Jean. This whole time, Eren believed he must have done something grave only for Jean to get mad over some damn banter. It's too ridiculous.
“It wasn't just my friends!” Jean grunts, still looking embarrassed as he turns to look up at Eren. “I know they like to poke fun at me, but your response didn't help either! I mean seriously, was “good” and “nice” all you had to say?”
Eren shakes his head as he lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a specific response I was supposed to give that would satisfy your ego.”
Jean rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he settles his gaze on the corner of the room instead of Eren.
Eren’s gaze hardens at him before his glare falls with a sigh. He slumps back into the couch. “Fuck you.” Eren gripes, leaning his elbow on the armrest with his chin in his palm. “You could have just told me you were uncomfortable that night, not ignore me and not fucking kiss me.”
Jean turns his body towards Eren, a slight edge to his tone. “You got upset because I didn't kiss you?”
“Of course I did.” Eren grits his teeth, cranking his neck further away from Jean, a deep pout bowing his lips down.
From his side, he can hear Jean breathe out heavily before he scoots closer to him. Eren shifts away, but there's not much room when he's right by the armrest, and now Jean has him almost caged against it.
“Hey, look at me.” Jean’s voice softens, reaching his hand to Eren's face, who only tilts his head further away. “Rennie, don't be like that, c'mon.” Jean huffs, his fingers forcing Eren’s chin to turn back. “I'm sorry for ignoring you, okay? I didn't realize how far inside my head I got over some drunk jokes.” He murmurs, guilt imminent in his amber eyes.
Eren doesn't respond, still pouting as he glances to the side.
“Look, I know you don't dislike our sex life but…it just got me thinking, I guess.” Jean sighs. “It's not like I have the most experience out there, and well, I got worried that you're getting bored of me or whatever.”
The warmth from Jean's body seeps into his clothes as he looks at him, soothing Eren down from his prior frustration. He still scowls as he speaks. “Why are you acting like I'm some BDSM expert or something?”
Jean blushes as he purses his lips. “I don't know! Your dating pool is a little…well, they all seem like they'd be into some really crazy shit.”
“You're right actually.”
Jean depletes with a pitiful frown. “See? Going from them to me must be–”
“I never said I liked it though.” Eren says sternly. “Yeah I've tried a few things here and there, but…even the ones that I thought I'd enjoy weren't that exciting.” He shrugs, his own face heating up now.
Jean draws in a sharp breath, his hand falling to Eren's lap. “Do you want to talk about it? We never exactly had the sex talk before so maybe it'd be good to talk about things we'd like to try, things we hate. I don't know, fuck this is so awkward.” He groans as his cheeks color crimson once more.
Eren lets out a flustered huff as he crosses his arms. “What do you want me to say?”
“Uuh,” Jean trails off. “Okay, um. I'll ask about a few things, you tell me if you tried them and how do you feel about them?”
Eren relaxes back into the couch and nods.
“Okay, eeh…” Jean looks even more nervous now, and despite his own no better state, Eren finds his lips tugging upwards in amusement. “How about handcuffs or similar stuff? I guess that's basic enough.”
“Well, I tried being tied up and tying someone up. It was…I don't know.” Eren fiddles with Jean's fingers, recalling his experience a few years ago when he was still a college student, the stresses of his major wearing him thin. “It was really weird to be restrained. I wasn't comfortable with it to be honest. The other way around…I guess it was alright.”
“Why were you uncomfortable?”
“I think I didn't trust the person enough.” He shrugs.
Jean hums, taking a few seconds before he asks again. “Um, alright. Choking?”
“Tried it. I don't trust myself enough to do that to someone.”
Jean raises an eyebrow at that. “If anyone should trust themselves with that it should be you.” Eren is aware of that, having studied physical therapy for years and been working for a few now. He’s acquainted with the human body well enough that he would know the exact technical way to go on about this. But perhaps that's why Eren saw this as an entirely awkward position to be in.
“Maybe,” He chuckles. “I still didn't like it. And it felt silly getting choked. I couldn't take it seriously at all.”
A snort leaves Jean, and he nods again before he asks. “How about…uh, edging? Like the intense one, not what we do.”
“Never tried it with people, but I did with myself once. I'm not patient enough to do it again.”
“Okay, alright. Blindfolds?”
“Oh, I never tried that. But it also sounds silly in retrospect.”
Jean stares at him for a while before he laughs softly, his fingers squeezing Eren's. “Well, this certainly doesn't help.”
Eren giggles and shakes his head. “I told you they weren't that exciting.” They stay quiet for a few seconds, fingers intertwining and then letting go. Eren's lips tighten in a thin line before he speaks. “I never thought you were boring, I was just flustered that night. But the fact is…you're the best sex I've ever had.” He mumbles, staring at Jean's mouth instead of his eyes.
“Wait, what? Are you serious?”
Eren nods slowly. “I don't know why you're surprised.” Jean should already be aware of this, because he knows Eren doesn't sleep with people he doesn't like, and well, he doesn't just like Jean. He fidgets with Jean's hand as he mutters. “You're the one I've been with the longest…and the person I've felt the strongest towards.”
A grumbling breath leaves Jean. “I'm so stupid.” He lays his forehead on Eren's shoulder. “I'm really sorry, Eren. I let my insecurities get the best of me.”
“Stop apologizing.” Eren snickers. “It's not that big of a deal.”
“No, it is.” Jean insists and lifts his head, leaning closer towards Eren as his hand reaches for his face. “Because it made you upset. I should have just asked you that same night, not hide away like an idiot.”
“You can just make it up to me.” Eren nuzzles into Jean's hand, his eyelashes fluttering.
Jean places a soft kiss on his cheek. “I will.” He drops his hand to Eren's waist and pulls him closer.
Eren melts into his hold, his heart beginning to race when he talks. “If you want to try new things then I'm down, it seems fun.” He mutters, looking at Jean when the other pulls away. “Even the stuff we just talked about. I think…anything would feel good with you.” His olive skin flushes pink, lips pressing together as his eyes flicker around.
“You're gonna drive me crazy.” Jean sighs, cupping both of Eren's cheeks before he lifts his face up to look into his eyes clearly. “But I want to do things that you want and like. So tell me, do you have anything in mind?”
“Not really.” Eren shrugs. “I'm down to try basically anything, honestly.” He blinks a couple of times before he rushes out. “Wait, anything except pissing or shitting or whatever.”
Jean laughs in surprise. “My mind didn't even go there.” He reassures, his hands squeezing Eren's cheeks. “I'm curious about most things too…still, we need to draw a line of some sorts. I don't know how these things work, but maybe a safe word would do?”
Eren’s face wrinkles, his eyebrows furrowing down.
“Is something wrong?”
Eren gulps and shakes his head. “No, no.” He stammers, letting out a nervous huff.
“Eren.” Jean presses on, squeezing Eren's cheeks further. “Tell me, c'mon.”
A defeated groan leaves Eren, his eyes averting to the side as his cheeks heat up under Jean's palms. “It's just…I don't wants us to use safe words.” He mumbles, closing his eyes as he inevitably digs his own grave. He already started it, he may as well finish it. Jean will just have to find out how weird Eren truly is, and then he'll pray Eren is into crazy kinks instead.
“Why not?”
Eren wracks through his mind for a proper explanation, something coherent enough for Jean. He never really gave the reasons much thought, it was always pushed to the back of his head. “Uhh, well, I think…you’d be able to tell when I don't like something so it's just useless.” He defends weakly, moving away from Jean with a small growl as he gets embarrassed. “I’m aware the point of safe words is to make sure we're both safe but…I don't know! I-I think we should know each other well enough that we wouldn't need them.” His voice gets smaller, flustered by the ridiculous situation he's roping Jean into.
It's a little sickening. Jean will definitely be weirded out by this, because why would Eren dislike things that are meant to ensure the both of them are having a good time? There's no way for him to explain his high expectations for how well Jean should know him without sounding utterly insane.
“Do you…trust me enough for that?” Jean whispers, turning Eren's head back to him. “Do you trust me to know when you've reached your limit or disliked something? Or when you don't actually want to stop yet?”
Eren's heart lurches up his throat, his eyes studying Jean's hesitant yet curious expression. There's surprise on his face, but he doesn't seem to be entirely against the notion that Eren proposed.
Slowly, he nods. Eren trusts Jean, he trusts him with his life. It didn't come easy, this has been a work in constant cultivation since before they started dating. This right here, is the payoff of their ever growing relationship.
Jean lets out a sigh of relief, a tender smile tugging on his mouth. “Good, I trust you too.”
“You're…not weirded out?”
“Why would I be?” Jean frowns in confusion. “I'm so fucking happy that we can trust each other with our bodies this much. Though…I guess it's a little unconventional? Honestly, I don't care for the technical side of these things or how it's supposed to be done. I'm just glad I can give my body to you and know that you'd be able to treat it like your own.”
For the first time today, perhaps in a few days too, a genuine big smile breaks on Eren’s face. He never had anyone that could get on board when it came to this, all his past partners had been adamant on strict words in the bed and what they mean or don't mean, regardless of what position they expected Eren to play. But Jean…Eren almost can't believe how well he gets him, how he tries to understand every little thing that is within Eren's interests. Then again, it's no wonder they've lasted this long.
Jean brushes his hair behind his ear. “Okay then, do you want to plan something?”
Eren snorts and shakes his head. “No, that's too awkward.” He bites on his bottom lip. “Um, it kind of takes the fun out of it?” God, he's being such a weird freak right now. How is Jean not shaming him for this?
“Yeah, I agree.” Jean chuckles lightly. “The element of surprise is what's fun, I suppose. We don't even plan our dates.”
Eren rolls his eyes. “That's because you keep turning down everything I suggest.”
“God forbid I don't want my ass kicked in the arcade for the fifth time this month.” Jean scoffs with a sarcastic, but teasing edge to his tone.
“Loser.” Eren huffs under his breath.
“Wait,” Jean straightens up, his hands letting go of Eren’s face. “I haven't asked the most important question, are you into domming or subbing?”
Eren’s eyes widen, a tiny spark of fear crackling in his ribcage. “Well, I haven't gotten fully into either of them. But I guess I took the lead more often than not. I could never really relax enough to…submit.” He winces, the word alone making him uneasy.
Even during their own sex, Eren has always been the more commanding one. It was a constant push and pull, where both of them just tried to rile up the other until either of them gave way. But Eren has never submitted before. The idea of giving himself up completely to someone…it’s terrifying. As for the idea of Jean taking care of him and putting his needs above all else…Eren can't say he's not intrigued, despite the discomfort of being stripped of even just a tiny bit of his complete freedom.
“Well, would you like to? Submit, I mean.”
Eren chews on the inside of his cheek. He trusts Jean, this will never change. But does he trust himself with this? “If you can get me to, then sure.” Eren snickers, the sound too awkward in spite of the subtle challenge he offers.
Jean hums, nodding slowly as he takes in Eren's words. For a few seconds, they don't say anything and focus on processing everything that just went down. He can't believe it took him a year and eight months to have this conversation with Jean.
“Alright!” Jean concedes, putting his hands on Eren's cheeks again. “That's enough for today. I want to kiss you now, I've missed you so fucking much.”
Eren raises an eyebrow, not reciprocating as Jean pecks his pouty lips over and over again. By the sixth kiss, he relents and puts his hands on Jean's waist, closing his eyes as he tilts his head to the side.
He sighs into the contact, his other hands squeezing Jean's forearm as the other slots their mouths together. The days they spent apart fuse more desperation into their kiss, and Eren finds himself unable to pull away as he pulls Jean closer.
“Mhm, come here.” Jean mumbles against his mouth, dropping his arms to Eren's waist and pulling him into his lap. Eren smiles, knees bracketing each side of Jean's hips and hands settling on his shoulders, wasting no time in capturing Jean's lips once more.
Jean’s arms wrap around his midsection, his hold tight and secure while he cranks his head up for more. Eren almost shudders, his fingers threading through the hair on Jean's nape, noses bumping together as they deepen the kiss.
Their moment is interrupted by the front door creaking open, startling the two into breaking the kiss. Eren rolls his eyes when he hears Porco talking to Connie, not moving off of Jean's lap, who blushes furiously as Eren only leans forward and puts his chin on the back rest of the couch, greeting the newcomers walking behind the sofa with a bored look.
It’s not like Jean's housemates are exactly the most polite either, barging in without a care in the world. Porco groans loudly, muttering something about disgust under his breath.
“Well, you surely look comfy.” Connie comments, standing ahead of Eren and ruffling his hair.
Porco goes to the other couch, snatching a bag he had left there. “You better not have fucked here.”
Eren straightens up, giving him a sly smile over his shoulder while Jean buries his head in Eren's hoodie.
“Oh, they definitely have.” Connie snorts, teasing Porco further with extravagant licks and heavy breaths. “I'm about to join them too, we're gonna have a nasty threesome on your favorite chair.”
Porco stands and stares with disgust, giving them a middle finger before he strides towards his room. Eren snorts, rolling his eyes at the dramatics from the guy. He doesn't understand how Jean willingly chose to get a house with him after college was over. Connie, he can get it considering they even work in the same place. But Porco? Jean must have been delirious when he made that decision.
Connie gives a soft chuckle before he walks away as well. When they're alone again, Eren pulls away enough so he can look at Jean, his expression falling into a serious glare.
“I'll kill you if you ever suggest involving anyone in our relationship in any way possible.”
Jean stares agape for a few seconds before he laughs loudly. “Do you think I'm stupid? I'd rather die than ever share you with someone else. I can barely stand people looking at you.”
Eren smiles with satisfaction. “Good. That's what I want to hear.”
Jean shakes his head, his hands squeezing Eren's hips with a wide grin. “I'm only yours, baby.”
Pressing their foreheads together, Eren beams as he gives Jean a mischievous lick. “Fuck Porco, let's give him another scare.”
Jean laughs, smirking up at Eren. “Are you trying to hint at some new kink here?”
“Maybe.” Eren shrugs before he frowns and backtracks. “Ew, no actually.”
Soft giggles leave Jean as he pats Eren's thigh. “C'mon, let's go to my bedroom. I need a nap after dealing with today’s clients.” Before Eren could move off of his lap, Jean hoists him up with him and starts walking towards the hallway.
Eren bites his lip and hides his blush in the crook of Jean's neck. “Show off.” He mocks weakly.
A couple days later, Eren is walking home with Jean after they chose to tap out of the bar early tonight. Their fingers are intertwined, warming each other up as the cool wind wafts around them, ruffling through their hair as they step through the dimly lit streets.
Luckily for Jean, Eren isn't drunk enough to stray away to pet random animals, choosing to gossip about Porco's poor attempt at flirting with Pieck, one of Armin’s work friends.
“He’s horrendously bad at this.” Jean laughs as they finally enter Eren's street. “Reminds me of your flirting attempts back then.”
Eren’s grin hardens into a scowl, purposefully bumping into Jean as he scoffs. “Me? I never tried to hit on you.”
It's been a long time, but Eren still remembers it as though it happened yesterday. He never tried to flirt with Jean, especially not after a month of hostility between them following their first meeting.
On a random Sunday, Eren decided to visit Armin at the gym and surprise him, only to walk into Jean (Armin's personal trainer at that time) guiding his friend into a specific position, which had been completely wrong in Eren's opinion. He immediately interrupted him, causing the two to argue over who was correct for almost a full hour before Armin had to drag Eren away.
Eren told Armin to get an actual good professional trainer, while Jean told Armin to get smarter friends.
Ever the pacifist, Armin believed that Jean was genuinely a good trainer but he could still use and value Eren's input, so when he refused, Eren decided to attend most of their sessions whenever he had the time. His supervision continued for a while, with minor arguments breaking between them every now and then, the animosity turning into friendly bickering.
That is until Jean's gaze lingered on Eren even when he's supposed to focus on Armin, until Jean started to provoke Eren on purpose, all just to get his attention.
So no, Eren didn't hit on Jean. It was him who did.
“Really?” Jean stretches his word in a sarcastic manner, a slight slur seeping through. “And that one time you wanted to ‘fix’ my posture, was that just you genuinely helping out? Because if so, I’m sure Armin needed that more than I did.”
Eren's face flushes at the memory. “I was trying to show you the correct way.” He grumbles. “Shut up, you spent weeks chasing after me! It was pathetic, I was leagues ahead of you in everything, you're lucky it's not an actual chase.” He huffs arrogantly.
“An actual chase?” Jean gives him a hearty laugh, the wide smile on his face illuminated by the street lights. “Babe, I’d admit when you're right about muscles and stuff because of your work, but you could never beat me in a real chase. Get off that high horse.”
Eren scoffs so loud, he's sure the neighbors can hear him from the comfort of their houses. “Oh please, just because you're some gym freaks' trainer doesn't mean you're gonna be faster than me.”
“It's not just because of that, I’m simply faster than you. And my legs are longer.”
Eren quirks an eyebrow up with mockery. “Height has got nothing to do with speed, you're supposed to know that.”
Jean rolls his eyes with a smile. “It still gives me an advantage, even if slight.”
Eren stares for a few seconds before he lets go of Jean’s hand. He looks over to where his apartment building is, which is only a few meters away. Should be easy enough.
“Come on then. Let's race home.” He smiles, glad he chose to wear shorts today, and not drink as much as he usually does. “Let's put your words where your mouth is.”
“You mean my money where my mouth is?” Jean chuckles, but he does take his position on the sidewalk next to Eren.
“Whatever.” Eren bends his knee, blinking rapidly as his vision swims slightly. He shakes his head, gulping when Jean begins to count from his side, and at the third mark, they both bolt towards the building.
The biting air whips around them as they run, with Jean grunting in annoyance when Eren continues to keep up. An exhilarated laugh leaves Eren, his cheeks tingling against the wind as he moves with big and quick strides, his shoes thumping against the pavement.
Jean is just beside him, a concentrated frown on his face as they near the big doors of Eren's building, each of them taking a different door.
The real test starts when they're inside, and they have to run up the stairs. Eren has done that countless times before when he was too impatient to wait for the elevator, unlike Jean's spoiled self who refuses to take them.
Eren hops on the steps, with Jean grumbling in frustration loudly behind him. By the time they're at the third floor and Eren spots his door at the end of the hallway, there's sweat breaking on Eren's temples as he pants and runs towards his house.
He beats Jean by a hair, a high pitched chuckle leaving him as he grabs the door’s knob. Jean groans, leaning his hands on his knees as he curses and breathes heavily.
“Fuck you. I didn't stretch.” Jean says with a scratchy voice, glaring at Eren as the other fumbles with his keys.
Once the door finally unlocks and Eren removes the key, he goes in and starts taking his shoes off. Jean huffs from behind him and steps inside. Eren grins before he bolts towards his bedroom. “We're not done!”
“Hey! That's not fair!” Jean yells, still struggling with his boots and coat. Eren giggles as his socks slide against the floorboards in the hallway, almost bumping into Mikasa's door instead of his. Jean is shouting profanities by the entrance, his fingers fiddling with his laces.
Eren hurries into his room, immediately slamming the door shut before Jean could come in. He keeps a steady hand on it, making sure it remains closed even as Jean tries to push it open.
For a few seconds, Eren is laughing as Jean keeps struggling with prying the door off his way. Eren smirks to himself, letting out heavy breaths before he gulps the swirling alcohol within him and stays in his place, steadying his clammy hands against the wooden frame.
“Are you serious?” Jean whines once he stopped pushing.
A few beats of silence pass, and then the pressure against the door comes back, way stronger than before. Eren gasps when he almost loses his footing. He takes this more seriously, frowning as he grunts and puts more of his power into keeping Jean out.
Unfortunately, Jean proves to be stronger and finally pummels the door open, sending Eren stumbling further into his room.
“That was way too mean!” Jean complains childishly, panting and glaring at Eren, who tries to gain his stability back.
Eren giggles, shifting on wobbly legs to move past Jean and escape the room, but Jean catches him before he could. His arms wrap around Eren’s upper body, keeping him in his hold.
“That's enough of your games for today.” Jean sneers, hoisting a chuckling Eren off the floor. Eren's arms struggle in his grasp, trying to free himself before he's thrown on the bed with a yelp.
A feral grin stretches on Eren's mouth, his arms immediately reach for Jean and pull him down to the mattress. Jean's weight comes tumbling on him, wasting no time before they start to wrestle, limbs knocking into each other.
Every time Jean manages to hold Eren down, even if for a few seconds, a shiver licks across his spine at the easy show of strength. But he doesn't let it distract him, his hands pushing at Jean's shoulders despite the heat slowly spreading through his veins. Eren's face is flushed red with exertion, his chest heaving as he struggles to have full control over his body.
The run they had did quite the number on him, coupled with alcohol…Eren isn't in a very good spot here.
Jean groans as he keeps fighting Eren down, trying to figure out a way to stop him from kicking him in the hip. With a rough growl, he grabs Eren's arms and flips him over on his stomach, with the other letting out a surprised ‘oof’ at the impact.
Eren squirms underneath him, but Jean pins him down with his weight, his hands keeping Eren's arms firmly on his sides. He tries to push back, letting out strained sounds as exhaustion starts to take over his limbs. Goosebumps rise on the back of his neck when Jean pants in his ears, his cheek squished into the pillow as he glares at the window next to his bed, which provides them with a dim source of light from the moon.
“You're so annoying.” Jean heaves, keeping Eren down as he tries to catch his breath.
A grunt escapes Eren, but it's not as annoyed as he hoped it would be. His eyes flutter shut, the air sucked in with effort when his stomach stays pressed against the mattress. He swallows as Jean's arms remain on him, strong, steady and not afraid of using any sort of power against him. The same hands that caress his cheeks with feather light touches, fix his clothes and also hold him gently, they now keep him down, the heat of their grip seeping through his hoodie until it burns in his veins.
He bites on his lip, hiding half of his face into the pillow as Jean's weight on him goes from comforting to antagonizing. It's nothing new to him, the prickly situations Jean's strength puts him in. He somehow always manages to forget how strong these biceps he keeps flaunting around truly are, and it's because Eren keeps up with him, beats him in games and wrestling matches every now and then. But when it's like this, when Jean is completely oblivious to the power he holds, Eren always finds himself growing dizzy with desire.
Not to mention how awfully long it's been since they've done anything remotely sexual. Eren is too tense and high-strung for this.
“Get off of me.” His tone comes out tight and weak, the air escaping his throat with difficulty as he tries to focus on the beats of Jean's heart against his back.
“Don't wanna.” Jean mumbles, his breath tickling Eren's ears. “Comfy.” His grip on Eren's arms falters, but the adrenaline long has left Eren's body so he doesn't try to push him away. He's sure Jean will pin him back, anyway.
Eren inhales deeply, trying to keep himself afloat when Jean starts to kiss his head. It’s innocent enough that he doesn't respond, until Jean's hot breaths are right by his neck again, making Eren shudder at the contact. His lips press down, trailing until his mouth latches on the spot just below his ear, causing Eren to bite back a gasp.
“Sensitive.” Jean whispers to himself.
Eren blinks his haze away, scowling with a blush as he glares at Jean from the corner of his eye. “Maybe because you haven't touched me in ages.”
Jean smiles against his skin, kissing Eren's cheek before he tugs at his hoodie to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “I am now.” He grips Eren’s hips, his thumbs digging into the flesh.
Eren's heart stutters, his eyes fluttering as Jean continues to nuzzle into him like a dog trying to find a treat. And that he does, his lips closing around the sensitive skin on Eren's lower neck. He sighs, his fingers tingling as Jean starts to suck a deep mark there.
One mark seems to satisfy Jean for now, as he moves off of Eren, only to flip him on his back. Eren's legs fall open to make room for him, his hands cupping Jean’s face when their mouths meet in the middle.
Jean cages his head between his arms, his body pressing down on Eren and their crotches separated only by their clothes.
Eren whimpers a low sound, his hands locked around Jean's shoulders as his hips unwillingly buck up, the blood already pumping through him at a rapid speed, in spite of the slow and tender way Jean licks into his mouth.
Their tongues press together, tasting the alcohol and juice they've had before. Jean rolls his hips down, giving the two rough friction against the denim. Jean muffles his sounds by kissing Eren harder.
Suddenly, Jean pulls away, his face illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window. “When do you think Armin will get back?”
Eren blinks as his mouth falls open. He knows Mikasa is going back to Annie’s, but for Armin, he can't be sure how long the blond will stay in the bar. “He saw us leave together…I think he'll avoid getting back early.”
Jean nods. “Good. Because we didn't lock the door and I'm not getting off of you.” He says before leaning down and capturing his mouth, immediately parting his lips for Eren's eager tongue.
They stay like this for a while, with Jean biting and tugging at his lips, splaying wet kisses all over his face and neck. Eren sighs when he sucks at the base of his throat, and he stares up at the ceiling in a daze.
Jean sure is taking his sweet time, even though the overwhelming tension and the suppressed desires hang above their heads. Eren is almost tempted to tell him to hurry, especially when the fog of the alcohol begins to dissipate, but he lets Jean be for now, choosing to pace himself with steady hands on Jean's shoulders.
To his delight, this doesn't last for longer than a couple of minutes, and Jean is soon sitting up on his knees.
“I want to be inside your mouth.” Jean murmurs, his thumb brushing over Eren's calf, caressing the skin between his socks and shorts.
“Oh.” Eren blinks, shaking the hazy state off as he grins. Sucking Jean off is always fun for Eren, not only does he get to pleasure his partner, but he also gets to tease Jean until he's too frustrated to do anything but take what Eren gives. That doesn't seem to be Jean's idea for tonight though.
After putting a couple of pillows underneath Eren's knees on the ground, Jean sits on the edge of the mattress, his fingers trembling as he unbuckles his belt.
“Don't…do anything. With your mouth.” Jean tells him as he pulls his dick out with a low hiss.
Eren raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you want me to suck you off?” He stares at Jean's length, mouth watering at the sight.
“No, I said I want to be inside your mouth. It's different.” Jean huffs, giving himself a few strokes. “Just humor me for a little bit, will you?”
Eren hums, pursing his lips as he looks up at Jean. There's no harm in it, he supposes. His gag reflex isn't that active, so this wouldn't be too bothersome. Besides, he highly doubts Jean would be able to hold this position for more than two minutes. He always got so desperate when he fucked Eren's mouth.
Placing his hands on Jean's knees, Eren nods as he inches closer with his lips parted open for Jean. The other curses under his breath, scooting closer to the edge of the bed before he brushes the tip along his lips. Eren’s eyes flicker from Jean's crotch to his face, keeping their gazes locked as Jean pushes inside.
Jean places a hand under Eren's jaw, relaxing it as he slides more of his dick inside Eren's open mouth. Eren almost smiles at the heavy breaths that leave his boyfriend, but he focuses on unhinging his jaw for the girthy length.
Once at least half of Jean is inside his mouth, the other settles down with a hand on the top of Eren's head, who looks up at him curiously. It's difficult not to suckle or lick at him, but he did agree to entertaining Jean's request.
Eren's fingers drum against Jean's knees, watching the other struggle to keep his composure.
After a short while, Jean seems to be more assured, his fingers threading through Eren's hair. Unwillingly, Eren's eyes flutter at the contact, a deep hum leaving him at the gesture. Jean sucks in a sharp breath but he doesn't scold Eren, only scratching at his scalp.
Eren focuses on the heavy weight in his tongue, the tip that brushes against the roof of his mouth and the undeniable taste of Jean going down his throat. His own dick pulses in his shorts, but Eren ignores it for now.
A minute passes and Eren has completely sobered up now. But then another minute goes by. Then yet another.
Eren is unsure what's the end goal here, especially because the hand in his hair almost renders him sleepy, lulling and too comforting for the act they're engaging in. Jean isn't saying anything, only caressing Eren and wiping any drool that seeps from the corner of his mouth. At some point, Eren's hands fall to the ground between his knees, and he blinks slowly as he stares at Jean's abdomen.
The idleness sets alarming bells through him, but he also finds himself getting pulled into a comfy, pillowy haze, the softness of it almost muffling down the warnings his brain sends. He gulps, his eyebrows furrowing as he shifts on his knees, unused to the state this weird act is getting him into.
“Shh,” Jean's voice comes, one hand caressing Eren's cheek while the other settles on his shoulder, holding him, grounding him. “You're doing so well, keep going.” His quiet words are barely audible, but they penetrate through the clouds in Eren's head.
Eren looks up at him, his heart beginning to race as heat travels through his body. More drools leak from his mouth, but instead of wiping it or doing anything, he lets it be, lets Jean be the one to take care of it. His brain is screaming at him to do something, to move or maybe even touch himself. But Jean said he's doing well. And Eren wants to do well.
There's a tiny spark of nervousness that bursts in his veins, and his eyes are wide with uncertainty. He doesn't know which part he's supposed to listen to, the one that's demanding he flees, or the one that basks in the hypnotic trance Jean is pulling him into.
The hand comes back into his hair, making him almost purr as Jean coos and massages his scalp. “It's okay, I've got you.”
A whine bubbles up Eren's throat, and he closes his eyes as his fingers fiddle with the pillows underneath him. His jaw begins to ache, and Jean doesn't make a move to wipe the drool that drips along Eren's chin. The gentle touches are weird, and his body thrums with need for something that he is yet to comprehend.
“Take deep breaths.”
Eren listens to his words, closing his eyes and inhaling through his nose. The hand in his hair, the dick in his mouth, the pleasure that sits in the back of his mind, the stillness, yet the gravity of the situation he's in…they all pull him into a place too foreign for him, and he focuses on the unfamiliarity rather than the distant warnings.
His eyes flutter open when he feels a kiss pressed to the top of his head, and he looks up to see Jean smiling down at him. Fond. Proud. Even through the mushy state, Eren's heart drums against his ribcage at the sight.
Gaining a little more control over his boneless body, Eren shifts until he's closer to Jean, choosing to rest his cheek against Jean's thigh with his cock still in his mouth. Eren's eyes glimmer, glazed with desire and something else. Perhaps it's a need to please. Perhaps it's his trust in Jean. Eren can't tell, he can barely think.
“Awe,” Jean chuckles, his hand smoothing on Eren's cheek and caressing him with his thumb, not minding the spit that runs down his chin.
Whatever it is Jean is doing to him, Eren finds he oddly likes it. He'd blame it on the alcohol, they're both far too sober for that. Even as his mind swims and his eyes close, Eren knows with clear certainty that this is all Jean's doing.
He's intoxicated, but on a whole new thing that Jean only seems to be pouring down his throat. The taste is weird, the texture is too soft and squishy but God does Eren like it.
When he starts to involuntarily suckle at Jean's tip, the other's hands come back to his shoulders.
“That's enough for now.” Jean mumbles, straightening Eren’s form. Jean's dick pops out of his mouth, which hangs open as he blinks in confusion. “You did well, Rennie.”
Eren's cheeks fume at the praise when he registers it, and he swallows while his trembling arm wipes his chin with his sleeve. Jean's hands slide under his armpits, and he pulls him up with ease before laying him on the bed. The show of strength reminds Eren of his painfully hard dick, which twitches in the confining denim.
Jean climbs up atop of him, settling between his knees once more. “How are you feeling?”
Eren blinks through his trance, but his body is still pretty much boneless. “M-my jaw…” He croaks out, voice tight and rough before he swallows. “Hurts a bit.”
Jean smiles, reaching a hand to his cheek and massaging his jaw before he leans down to kiss his nose. “Anything else?”
Eren sighs into the relieving gesture, his eyes cloudy as he looks at Jean, shaking his head no.
“Let's take your clothes off, yeah?” Jean decides before sliding his hands down, pulling at the hem of Eren's hoodie. Eren stays still, barely moving an inch while Jean strips him bare to the cold of his room. Once he's left only in his boxers and socks, Jean leans over him again and engulfs him in his warmth.
He peppers his face with kisses, taking his time as he trails his mouth along his jaw, neck, collarbones and torso. Eren sighs, his eyebrows pinching down as he struggles to get out of the previous haze that almost blinds him.
Jean seems to notice his slight distress. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts Eren's head towards him. “Do you trust me?”
Eren nods with no hesitation, his lips trembling where Jean's thumb caresses. He trusts Jean with his entire being, and that alone gets Eren into a dizzied state of pleasure.
“Then stay like this.” Jean requests before kissing his cheek. “I've got you.” He reminds him.
“Okay,” His response is airy and rushed, and he can feel Jean's smile pressing into his skin. Even if his body is fighting against the foreign sensations, his mind still yearns for that state of tranquility, of complete intoxication that he can't seem to fully get to. He trusts Jean will bring him there.
Jean gives his cheek one last peck, then he starts to slide back down with his mouth, leaving red marks in his wake. His ribcage blooms pink, and his hips color blue. Usually, it's Eren who makes a mess of Jean like this, but now, each kiss is carefully placed on him, and Jean is treating his skin the same way he does his canvas; gentle, slow and calculative.
The pace is driving Eren crazy. They've never been this slow before even in their most tender sex. This is far too deliberate. Jean is trying to pull right back into that cloud, and Eren can't do much but accept it.
“Fuck,” He whimpers when Jean bites at his waist, his teeth digging into the flesh. Jean's mouth then starts to graze along his boxers, burying his face into Eren's crotch as he gasps.
Eren's hips immediately buck up, but Jean holds him down and pins him to the mattress. A loud whine leaves Eren at that, his body burning with need as Jean's grip sears on his skin.
Jean mouths along his length, teasing him for a few seconds before he takes the waistband in his teeth and slides it down. The cold air against his dick lasts for a second before Jean takes him in his mouth, making Eren gasp as he parts his legs wider. Jean coats him with his saliva, taking him down to the base despite his gagging and choking.
“Jean,” Eren heaves out, his hands twitching in Jean’s hair.
Jean hums, blinking his teary eyes before he pulls off of him with a lewd pop. He leans over his body, reaching beside Eren and flickering open the lamp on the nightstand. Eren’s eyes squint at the sudden brightness, now seeing Jean's face clearly as he pulls a bottle of lube from the drawer. Jean turns to him, smiling softly before he gives Eren a soft peck. He takes one of the pillows off the floor and places it underneath Eren's hips.
“Open your legs, dove.” He murmurs, pushing his own sleeve up before he pours a good amount of lube on his fingers.
“Pretty.” Jean says under his breath, hand reaching between Eren's legs. When the first finger presses in, Eren squirms with need that scalds through his body. Gosh, it's been so fucking long since Jean has touched him like this. “Shit,” Jean hisses, slowly forcing his knuckle in. “You're so fucking tight.”
Eren’s hands twitch on his sides, splaying over the silk sheets. “It's been long…” He trails off, his voice low and needy. “Don't like touching myself, a-always end up just prepping...only like it when you do it.”
A soft chuckle leaves Jean, and he grins at Eren wolfishly before he leans over him to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Yeah? Feels better when I do it for you?” He moves his finger, pulling out before wiggling back inside.
Usually, Eren wouldn't agree to this easily. He'd let Jean lose his mind with brimming questions before he relented, and that might not happen at all. But now, his body and mouth are eager as he nods, his hole clenching down on Jean's finger.
“Mhm,” Jean kisses his jaw and then leans up. He pulls out, pouring more lube into his hand before he starts to rub Eren's walls with two fingers, forcing them inside the warm cavern with steady strokes.
“Jean,” He calls out for him with a soft whine, his limbs trembling with desires that seem like they're not his own.
“Yes?”
“I feel…” Eren starts, his vision swimming as the pleasure stokes higher when Jean presses against his prostate. “Feels…weird.” He admits breathlessly, his body turning into malleable foam under Jean's hands. Yet this strange state awakens a distant desire. “Weird, but good.”
Humming, Jean crooks his fingers inside Eren. “Weird how?” He asks as he pressed soft kisses to his torso and hips.
When Jean's fingers gently thrust into his spot again, Eren whines and cranks his neck back. “I don't know,” He whispers an airy response. Everything is odd, yet everything makes sense at the same time. His head is drowning in pleasure, but he's unaware of what the depths of this pool hide. He's too relaxed, yet his limbs ache with anticipation.
The opposing sensations send a rush of fear through his veins, but it heightens his desperation all the same. He's completely in Jean's care, mind, body and soul.
Jean doesn't say anything, and he continues to kiss Eren all over, his fingers spreading inside his hole. Eren sighs, his hand finding Jean's shoulder as the other lowers himself, his breath ghosting over Eren's dick, which jumps at the tiny lick it receives.
Adding a third finger, Jean pushes them knuckle deep, suckling a hickey on Eren's thigh as he pushes in and out, gentle and measured. Eren's chest heaves as he's stretched further, his eyes fluttering at the sensation. His body relaxes for Jean, clenching and unclenching with each pass of his digits.
Eren blinks his eyes open, staring at the white ceiling with a blurry vision. Somehow, he's both under and overstimulated. His dick throbs, his pulse quickens and he aches for less, for a small reprieve of the overwhelming feelings inside him. He wants to buck into Jean's hands, demand more, demand he fucks him right now. But his body is rendered into a big heap of cotton, moving only to Jean's request.
As much as he wants to rush, he can't deny the pleasure that knots itself in his abdomen at Jean's careful and slow ministrations, at his gentle teasing and fond words. If it were another time, Eren would have probably panicked too much, would have pushed Jean away and told him to stop being so silly, but right now, Eren accepts it. He accepts it with yearning he didn't even know he had.
He can barely remember when exactly he got like this. When they raced to his apartment? When they were wrestling? It can't be. Eren was still too hyper-aware at that time. It must have been when he was sucking Jean's cock, when Jean slowly brought him down into a state of stillness, yet still occupied his body with something. It was the perfect balance for Eren, the anticipation of the next move, the idle comfort and the lulling hand in his hair, beckoning him into the gates of the unknown.
Jean must have known. This was a careful, deliberate plan to get Eren like this, relaxed and…submissive? He knew exactly what would get him to crumble his walls down, to have him rest and surrender himself to Jean.
His cock jerks with a whine, and Eren fists his hand in Jean’s hair with an impatient tug. He leans his head up to look down at his boyfriend, who looks up curiously at the urging gesture. Eren doesn't want to see his reflection in Jean's eyes, flushed red and lips bitten red, his eyes streaked with need and pleas already at the tip of his tongue. He must look absolutely pathetic. But Jean likes it, his gaze darkening with unkempt desire.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't trust himself to. Eren only pouts as he pants softly and pulls at Jean's hair. His boyfriend stares, fingers stilling deep inside Eren. They hold eye contact for a few seconds before the adoration in Jean's eyes gets too much for Eren, who huffs and throws his head back against the pillows when Jean pulls out.
As Jean takes his clothes off, Eren throws an arm over his head, trying to ground himself as he lets out shuddering breaths. Everything is spinning around him, but Eren remains rooted in his place, eager and waiting for Jean's next move. The distant bells come back, and he clutches at the sheets with his free hand as pleasure and anxiety simmer and bubble inside him.
The air is stuck in his throat despite the rapid breaths he takes, and his heart thrums an unsteady beat in his head. There’s a deep pit he's getting pulled into, one which gravity he cannot resist or fight against. What waits for Eren once he reaches the bottom end, he's unsure. The fall feels good. It feels scary. It feels good. It feels scary. It feels good. Fuck, what is it? Which one does Eren crave more, sinking deeper or clawing his way out?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He gasps loudly when a hand comes on his shoulder. Eren looks up, eyes wide as he finally registers Jean above him. His hands cup Eren’s face, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he caresses his cheekbones, murmuring something too low for him to catch on.
Eren stares into his eyes, and he only sees trust. Love. Adoration. He sees someone ready to take care of him, ready to have every need of his fulfilled, someone who will hold his vulnerability with delicate hands.
The panic dissipates when Jean kisses him, his features softening and his eyes fluttering. Jean presses their mouths in a tender dance, grounding Eren back to him. His hands wrap around Jean's now naked waist, pulling him closer until their hearts are beating right against one another.
“I’m right here, Rennie.” Jean whispers, placing a kiss on Eren's eye, then his forehead and lastly his bottom lip.
The soft touches burn fire through Eren's limbs, making sure nothing remains but the fuzzy need and the trust he placed in Jean, the two flaming the brightest in his mind. Eren stares at Jean in a daze. He's not deserving of this. Of this care and love. Yet Jean hands it to him like it's the only thing Eren should ever know.
He swallows and tightens his hold on Jean. Even if Eren believes he shouldn't be at the receiving end of Jean's affection, he still won't let go of him.
With his mouth pressed against Eren's jaw, Jean murmurs. “Can you turn over for me?”
The sentence doesn't register for a couple of seconds, and Eren blinks through the fog when it does. It’s a simple request, yet there's a subtle commanding tone to it. There's assuredness, right in the fact that even though it's not an outright demand, Jean knows he will fulfill it.
Eren takes a deep breath, then another, then one more before he turns around and gets on his knees, which he finds are barely able to hold his weight. Thankfully, or maybe not so, Jean's hands guide him down until he's flat on his stomach, with his dick pressed against the silk sheets, causing a whine to climb up in his throat.
“Just like this.” Jean praises, getting on top of him as Eren presses his forehead to the pillow, his hands sliding underneath to hold on to it.
Jean's hand brushes the long hair away from his nape, placing a hot kiss there. Eren sighs and closes his eyes, holding his breath as Jean's wet dick (when did he even lubricate himself?) rubs between his cheeks, teasing slightly as it catches on the rim. Eren doesn't rush him, only trying to relax further as Jean sucks a dark mark on the back of his shoulder.
Slowly, Jean pushes in, his breath hitching in Eren's ear. Eren bites down on his lip, hips canting up slightly as more of Jean's dick eases itself inside. A whimper trembles out of him when Jean is fully sheathed, while the other whines atop of him.
“Holy shit,” Jean groans, head nuzzling in his neck as his pelvis presses to Eren's back. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moans but doesn't move, letting Eren adjust to the stretch first.
Eren gulps, his breaths hitting the pillow underneath him as he starts to get overwhelmed once more. The veins of Jean's dick throb inside him and rub against his warm walls, and his own presses against the sheets, while Jean's body atop of him holds him steady and secure, the intimacy almost driving Eren crazy.
With Jean pinning him down like this, Eren has nowhere to go. He can't squirm his way out even if he wanted to. His body is too far deep in the pit of desires to even think about running away, his fear ringing hollow in the very end of his mind.
Eren wants this. He wants this more than anything else, whatever it is that Jean is willing to give to him.
His eyes open when Jean’s torso gets off of him, replaced by a hand on his shoulder, the other one resting on his hip. Jean’s dick pulls out ever so slowly as he keeps Eren in place and makes sure he feels every rigid inch of his length. Eren whines in the back of his throat, the sound transforming into a stuttered yelp when Jean thrusts back in, hard and measured.
Eren's heart begins to race, his eyes widening at the rough sensation inside him. He gets on his elbows for better leverage when Jean gives him shallow strokes, only to tighten his hands on the pillow as Jean goes back to forceful pumps from his hips.
The pace is slow, way too fucking slow, but Jean's thrusts do not match the expected gentleness. They wreck through Eren's body, making him clench around each throbbing inch of Jean before they knock the air out of his lungs.
“Ah!” Eren moans in surprise, his feet kicking in the air behind Jean as he starts nailing him to the mattress. His sounds grow louder, bubbling up from his throat as he trembles.
With the way Jean prepared him for this, he assumed that Jean will fuck him just as gently, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Not with the way Jean's thrusts are delivered with a loud smack every time, forcing Eren's body up against the mattress.
Jean is murmuring something above him, either praising or commenting on how loud Eren is being. Eren doesn't care, gasps and whimpers leaving him as Jean's tip hits his prostate with deathly precision.
“Jean! Jean!” He moans, his body quivering in Jean's strong hands. Goosebumps travel along the palm that slides from his shoulder to his nape. Jean collects his long hair in a tight fist, but he doesn't wrench his head, only tugging at the base to elicit small sparks of pain, making him roll his eyes back.
Eren curses loudly, his cock leaking all over the sheets underneath them as Jean moans atop of him, pulling harder at his strands. The constant stings of pain send Eren into a deeper spiral of pleasure, almost squealing when Jean matches each tug to him thrusting back inside.
“M-more, more! Fu-uck, Jean!” He babbles, his own voice unrecognizable to him. He's surprised he can even speak now, words and letters barely registering through the heavy clouds of desperation in his head.
“Shit,” Jean groans loudly, giving Eren one last harsh tug that makes Eren whine. He lets go of his hair and leans his body back on top of him, caging him between his arms. “You're being too loud, Eren.”
Eren whimpers, too desperate to care about his neighbors when everything feels too good. It's not like he's usually quiet, anyway. Jean shouldn't be worrying about these things, he should only be taking care of him, he should only be drowning Eren in more pleasure, more of his affection.
He tries to buck his hips up, to get Jean to move again, but Jean's hand comes on his waist, holding him down and not allowing him to move. A frustrated sound leaves Eren, which turns into a whine when he realizes just how hard Jean is gripping him, no doubt leaving an angry mark that will last for days.
Jean's fingers slither around to his face, and Eren gasps when two of his fingers force their way inside his mouth. Eren closes his eyes, sucking around the digits as Jean finally starts to move again, his thrusts faltering as he tries to gain his previous momentum.
“You're gonna get us in trouble.” Jean breathes out in his neck, his whole body weight now on top of Eren, hips rolling inside him in an angle that makes Eren’s entire body quiver. “But I doubt you care about that now, huh?”
Eren whimpers around the fingers in his mouth, shaking his head as he grips the pillow with white knuckles.
Jean settles back into his previous pace, his thrusts rattling through Eren's bones as he bottoms out with each one. Eren's needy noises are muffled around the digits, wet blabbering sounds escaping him as his drool leaks around the fingers.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Rennie.” Jean moans, giving him a particularly hard thrust as he presses his fingers down on his tongue, causing Eren to almost gag as he's pinned to the sheets. “So pretty…all for me, hm?”
Eren lets out a desperate whine, closing his eyes when they begin to sting. The constant praise, the never ending stimulation against his sensitive cock, the security of Jean's arms and the unforgiving thrusts from him…it's all too much. If this is the end of the pit Jean dragged him into, he doesn't want to leave it. Ever. It overwhelms him, it makes his veins thrum and ache with bliss that Eren doesn't know what to do with.
All he can muster up are eager noises, and the complete and utter trust he holds in Jean, the bare minimum he can offer in exchange for the rapture he bestows upon him.
He nods, sucking at the fingers in his mouth harder as Jean pounds into him. He's a mess, an utterly debauched one. His drool is running down his chin, and his olive skin is gleaming with sweat, covered in red and blue marks that Jean left on him. Yet Jean is calling him pretty, he's praising him and moaning at each tiny move Eren makes.
“Y-Yeah?” Jean chuckles breathlessly in his ear, giving it a good bite. “You're my pretty dove, aren't you?” He murmurs, leaning down further to kiss and lick at the mess near his chin and jaw. “Gonna make you f-feel so good.” Jean promises as he drives himself inside, again and again until Eren is squealing around his fingers. He clamps his teeth on Eren's neck, and it's so hard Eren swears Jean must have drawn blood.
Eren bites on the digits as he squeezes his eyes shut, his whole body quivering. He doesn't know if it's from the impending orgasm, or the force of Jean's thrusts. But it's too much. It's not enough. He needs Jean to go faster, to touch him harder, to put these strong hands of his to better use. But he can't speak, and all do is gag on his own spit while his dick makes a mess of the bed it leaks against.
He doesn't know how long passes like this, of Jean downright wrecking through him, thrusting both his fingers and his cock inside him in tandem and keeping Eren afloat, keeps him desperate for his next move. Eren doesn't register his own voice, nor does he hear the obscene sounds of their sex around him, his mind so hyperfocused on the pleasure that he doesn't even notice he's full-on crying.
It only comes to him when the salty tears slide into his mouth, and Eren sobs while he tugs at the pillow. His grip is tight, almost tearing the case open as he keens.
He's so unbelievably close, he can taste it, just one more thrust, one more kiss–
Jean stills. His fingers pull out of Eren's mouth, and Eren gasps for air, blinking rapidly as everything comes to a sudden halt. He gulps with difficulty before he turns his head to the side to look at Jean, who is staring at him with a soft frown.
“E-Eren?” He stammers, his eyes wide as he pants and the sweat runs down his temples.
Eren makes a small confused sound, his eyebrows furrowing. There’s concern itched on Jean's face, but why? Oh, right. Eren is crying. But that's not a bad thing, is it? He's having a good time, a great time even, and he's sure Jean feels the same, so why would they stop now? Is it really that weird, that Jean would pause despite their agreement days ago? Can he not tell that Eren likes this? Fuck, his head can't comprehend all of this now.
Shame trickles down his back, but Eren only whimpers as his need takes over everything in his mind. He rests his cheek on the pillow, looking at Jean pleadingly from the corner of his eyes.
“Please,” He croaks out. “Please don't stop.” He heaves, and Jean blinks at him, pleasure and concern warring through his irises. “Please, Jean, I'm begging you.” Eren cries, burying his face back into the pillow as embarrassment wafts inside his body.
He's begging and crying, for something that Jean always willingly gives. God, he can't understand why he's being like this. He's never been this desperate before, and it's all Jean's doing.
When Jean pulls out of him, Eren lets out a pitiful sob and fists his hand in the sheets.
He disappointed Jean. He gave him a reaction that he didn't expect, that Jean didn't think was normal. He's ruined this before they even got to finish it, and Eren realizes exactly why he's never done or trusted himself enough with this.
But then Jean's hands are on him, and he gently rolls him on his back, wasting no time in leaning closer and holding his face. He kisses him, and Eren's eyes remain open in shock, lips unmoving.
Jean sighs and rests his forehead against Eren's. “Sorry, love. I just had to make sure you're okay.”
When Eren blinks his blurry vision away, he only sees vulnerability within Jean's eyes, and he belatedly realizes that Jean is giving himself up to Eren just as much as he is to him. There's a flicker of insecurity in there, and Eren hates it. He hates that Jean could ever doubt himself around him.
He wraps his arms around Jean, letting out a shuddering breath as he forces the words out. “I'm okay.” He says, surprisingly steady in spite of the tremors in his fingers. “I promise, I just–” He has to be honest with his desires. He has to trust himself just as he trusts Jean, so that Jean feels the same way. Jean deserves this much from him. “I want more.” He murmurs, his voice breaking slightly. “It feels good, it feels so good.” He begs as fresh tears spring up to his eyes.
Jean stares, desire flickering in his amber eyes while he nods. “It's okay, dove.” He mumbles and kisses his teary cheeks. “I'll give you more, I'll give you everything you want.”
With a final reassuring kiss, Jean sits back on his knees, pulling Eren from his hips until he's close enough. Eren holds his breath, his hands twitching on his sides as Jean starts to slide back inside. Once he bottoms out, he reaches for Eren's wrists and keeps a firm grip on them to use them as leverage, giving Eren a nod before he starts to move again.
A choked gasp leaves Eren when the first thrust hits his prostate dead on, his head throwing back and his spine bowing, thighs trembling around Jean's hips as he starts to rail right back into him.
“J-Jean!” He wails, his mouth hanging open as his boyfriend hits his spot over and over again, the pleasure awakening more tears within his eyes.
“Is that w-what you wanted?” Jean grunts, keeping Eren's arms stretched between them as he uses them to angle his deep, rough strokes.
Eren nods with a whine, his tears rolling down his temples and drool collecting at the corner of his mouth. He's never felt this good before, never felt a high this intoxicating, this dizzying. “Y-yes! Fuck, fuck! Please, Jean!” He squeals loudly, uncaring for his surroundings.
Jean moans as he keeps his eyes peeled on Eren, letting go of his wrists and holding on to his thighs instead, bending them over Eren's body as he leans forward. He smashes his mouth against Eren, who cries into his mouth as his thrusts grow fast and erratic.
Eren's hands reach for Jean's back, scrambling for something to ground him as he scratches at the skin with blunt nails, making Jean gasp as he rails him into the mattress. His body aches in all the places Jean grabbed him, the dull thrum of the marks sending waves of pleasure right to his cock as Jean fucks him with eager and harsh moves.
Jean's hand slides between their bodies, getting a hold of Eren's cock, making him squeal and dig his nails further in Jean's shoulders, his body jumping at the sudden stimulation.
He won't last long. He can't last, not like this, not after all this relentless pleasure and teasing.
“Jean, I-I’m–” The full sentence barely escapes him before his body seizes, a silent scream leaving him as he throws his head back, his eyes rolling so hard as he pulses and shoots in Jean's hand, his cum splattering across his chest. His limbs tense as sparks of bliss crackle all over him, stealing the air right out of his lungs.
Jean fucks him through, not pausing for a second and only smacking their hips together harder, grunting low praises in his ear as he jerks him. “That's it. Good job, baby. Shit, you did so well.” He encourages him even as Eren's nails scratch at his waist.
When the air comes back in his throat, Eren wails and squirms, thighs trembling and shaking as he tries to gulp. His orgasm lasts a while, especially with Jean prolonging it with his own thrusts and the hand that squeezes his twitching dick. He's never come this hard before, never felt it rattle in every bone the way it is now. His body responds eagerly to Jean's ministrations, like an instrument Jean knows how to play way too well, one he's been familiar with for years.
In the back of his mind, Eren registers Jean moaning, and his dick pulsing as deep as possible inside Eren before warm liquid is filled through him, making him shudder and gasp before he slumps back into the bed. Once Jean stops touching him and moving, Eren finally snaps his tearful eyes open, his breaths shortened into quick gasps as Jean buries his head in Eren's neck.
He pants loudly, his eyes blinking rapidly at the ceiling as he comes to his senses and surfaces back to coherence. Jean is huffing into his neck, his arms secured around Eren's body.
Eren gulps to wet his parched throat, his hands trembling as they hang on to Jean's biceps, small hiccups trembling out of him. Damp kisses are pressed to the side of his neck, and Eren closes his eyes as he tries to calm down, his body almost a completely foreign object to him, still awaiting more from Jean.
“It's okay, it's okay.” Jean heaves in his ear. “I've got you, love. I'm here.” He kisses his cheeks, sliding his arms underneath Eren's back to properly hold him.
Eren closes his eyes, resting his forehead against Jean's shoulder as he squeezes his biceps. He nods, stray tears still rolling down his cheeks as he holds on to Jean.
After a few seconds, Jean rolls them on their sides, with Eren's thigh squished underneath Jean's waist, the other draped over him while his soft dick is still inside Eren. His arms tighten around him, and Jean buries his head in Eren's collarbone as he tries to catch his breath.
The haze still blankets his mind, though Eren is a little more aware now that he's thoroughly sated, the aftershocks finally dissipating. Eren doesn't think he's ever felt this good, this cared for and cherished. No one has ever gotten this close to him, no one has ever pried open these parts of him right from their depths. Not even Eren himself has taken a glimpse this deep inside him.
It almost makes him cry again.
Jean's eyes are wide as he looks up at Eren, satisfied and vulnerable. He audibly gulps before speaking. “Are you feeling okay?” His voice is gruff, and Eren's body tingles at the sound.
Eren nods slowly, sniffling as he relaxes into the pillow. Jean gives him a warm smile, placing a kiss on his nose then a softer one on his lips.
They stay like this for a few minutes, with Eren's eyes closed and his fingers idly playing with Jean’s hair, while Jean rubs and squeezes at his sides. Eren basks in the quiet, his mind swirling in a hazy pool of desires.
When Jean starts to shift a while later, Eren stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “Don't pull out.” Eren croaks out.
“Your thigh isn't cramping?”
Eren shakes his head, his thumb pressing into Jean's collarbone. He always enjoys being completely wrapped around Jean once they're done having sex, regardless of how uncomfortable the positions can get or the drying load on him.
Jean hums, settling back as his fingers dance along Eren's spine. “I'll get hard again if we stay like this.” He jokes as he smiles at Eren.
Eren's eyes sparkle, a sharp lick of eager desire tingling through his bones. “Yeah?” He murmurs, wiggling his hips a bit.
Jean swallows in a deep breath, his hands lowering to stop Eren’s teasing moves. “Let me rest a bit, you minx.” He nudges his nose against Eren's.
“Okay,” Eren sighs, too fucked out to argue back. “I want to feel your cum inside me for a while longer.” He comments offhandedly, his words escaping him before he can filter them out.
At that, Jean's cock twitches inside him, making Eren raise an eyebrow. Jean flushes a deep red, pretending that didn't happen as he lowers his gaze.
“You like that?” Eren whispers, genuinely curious rather than teasing.
“Shut up.” Jean grumbles and squeezes his eyes shut.
Eren pouts, huffing when he doesn't get an actual answer. A few seconds pass with Eren contemplating his choice of words, wanting to tease Jean a little after all he's done. “What? You're into breeding or something?”
Another twitch, this time stronger and more visible as Jean's dick slightly, but surely, hardens inside him. Eren’s eyes widen, his own body shuddering at the sensation.
“M-me?” Jean huffs, his fingers trembling around him, a stark difference to the person who just fucked his brains out. “You're the one who wants me to stay inside!”
“And you like that.” Eren remarks, feeling his cock start to throb between them.
“Of course I do.” Jean grumbles, burying his face in Eren's neck as his dick slowly fills out inside Eren, whining from oversensitivity. “Fucking hell. You're gonna be the death of me.”
Eren buries his nose in Jean's hair, an airy chuckle leaving him. “All this because you had to admit you want to breed me?” He teases, surprised he can speak with the fog that fills his head. “Thank god you can't, but you know, that shouldn't stop you from trying harder.”
“Eren.” Jean hisses, his grip tightening on Eren's hip in warning. “Shut up, seriously.”
Feeling bold, Eren swallows before he speaks. “Make me.” This is a regular occurrence for them, something that stokes up a challenge between the two until they're biting at each other's mouths with eager kisses.
But now…this means something else, and Eren's fingers twitch with anticipation, his body thrumming in excitement now that he's a little more used to the state Jean has awakened in him.
Jean takes a few deep breaths before he looks up at him, glaring at Eren through his eyelashes. He shifts a bit, gaining just enough leverage to give Eren a harsh thrust, coupled with a firm smack to his thigh that makes Eren gasp.
“You're unbelievable.” Jean shakes his head, his cock springing to full hardness as he pumps his cum back inside Eren’s hole. “Saying all this when you're practically begging for my cum.”
Eren whines, closing his eyes and settling his hands on Jean's shoulders. “S-so what?” He huffs, biting on his reddened lips as Jean rolls his hips up, his own dick leaking between them. “I want it. I-I want more.” He demands loudly.
With a sudden move, Eren is flipped on his back, his eyes widening as he looks up at Jean. He opens his mouth, but Jean quickly slaps a hand over it as he leans over him, burying himself to the hilt inside his clenching hole.
Eren whimpers behind his palm, his thighs falling open as Jean moves in and out, one hand on his mouth while his other is on Eren's waist.
“Your mouth is seriously going to get us in trouble.” Jean hisses, his thrusts erratic as his load gets fucked back inside Eren.
Eren whines, wanting to tell Jean that he doesn't care, that his apartment building can all file a complaint if they want, but all that comes out are muffled sounds as bucks his hips up every time Jean slams into him. His hands are on Jean's chest, hanging on to him as fresh tears swim in his eyes.
“Shit,” Jean curses and moans, looking down at Eren with feral desire and adoration. “You look so good like this, I really do want to fill you up again.” He admits, making Eren moan behind his palm.
Eren accepts the rough pounding with eager sounds, his tears beginning to spill as he clenches around Jean.
“Shit, Rennie, dove, I won't last if you keep squeezing me like this.” Jean grunts, his cock beginning to throb and twitch inside Eren.
Eren's eyes are wide with excitement, rolling back when Jean's thrusts against his spot rocks his body up the mattress.
Moaning, Jean removes his hand from Eren's mouth. “F-fuck it, I need to hear you.” Jean heaves out, wrapping his fingers around Eren's shaft instead.
Eren gasps, his dick jerking in Jean's hand. Fuck, he won't last long either.
“Jean!” Eren squeals and squirms, his thighs trembling violently around Jean's hips. “I'm so close! Fuck, fuck. Fill me up, cum inside me.”
Jean groans and drives into him harder, faster, the obscene sounds of his load leaking from Eren filling their ears. “Is that it? My pretty dove wants me to fill him over and over again?” Jean asks teasingly, pressing his thumb on Eren's sensitive tip.
Eren nods eagerly, whining and withering on the bed. “Yes! Yes, please, please, Jean!” He cries out with a desperate grip on Jean.
That seems to snap through Jean. His thrusts become hard enough to cause the headboard to knock against the wall as Eren mewls underneath him. His hand squeezes Eren, giving him no room to escape the overwhelming pleasure as he jerks him faster.
The idea of Jean coming inside him once more, filling him to the brim over and over again, it's enough to hurtle Eren into another climax, his back bowing sharply on the bed as he gasps, his load dripping on his stomach as Jean squeezing him through his blinding orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, that's it. You look so pretty like this, all desperate and all mine.” Jean moans, stroking Eren as he buries himself to the hilt, giving him a few shallow thrusts before he whines Eren's name in his neck, emptying more cum into him.
Eren whimpers and bucks his hips up, his vision growing white for a few seconds as he trembles within Jean's hold.
They pant in the open room, rough and ragged breaths heaving out of the two as they try to come down from their highs.
This time, Jean actually pulls out of Eren and slumps on his side, the oversensitivity becoming too much for him. Eren sighs, blinking his tears away before he looks down at his body, his stomach splattered with cum and dark marks. He swallows and leans back on the mattress, his eyes closing as Jean tugs his arm towards him.
They stay quiet in each other's embrace, each one of them trying to comprehend the bursts of desire they just experienced. Eren's head is on Jean's chest, focusing on his boyfriend's scent as the cum all over him starts to dry. The hold Jean has on him beckons him back to the surface of coherence, easing him up with gentle touches and sweet nothings murmured in his hair.
When Eren finally, and fully comes to his senses minutes later, he first realizes the dull ache in his hips and jaw. Eren finds that he likes it, and he almost smiles in satisfaction before the clarity in his head makes way to embarrassment.
“What the fuck was that.” He states rather than asks, making Jean's chest rumble with a laugh.
“I don't know.” Jean chuckles, his fingers threading through Eren's hair. “I didn't really plan this far ahead.”
Eren blinks up at him before he presses his forehead to his chest with a flustered whine, his face beginning to burn hot. “I cried.” He deadpans.
“Yeah…you did.” Jean sounds amused, fond. Holy shit, this is too embarrassing.
Eren shifts until he can sit up on the bed, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares at Jean with terrified eyes. “I cried!” He ignores the cum still trickling out of him, his mind barely able to comprehend the past…how much time has passed again?
A smile breaks on Jean's face as he follows up, leaning his back against the headboard. “I think I teared up a little too.” He shrugs. “That was…a lot.”
“Shit.” Eren heaves out, his shoulders slumping down with defeat. There's no use denying how good giving himself up felt. “I hate how much I liked that.” He grumbles with a hand to his forehead.
Jean snorts with amusement. “I was really surprised at first.” He rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I know we said we'll know when the other has had enough but…I was scared I hurt you. I’m sorry, I just had to check.”
Eren sighs, shaking his head with a purse of his lips. “It's fine. I'd have been concerned too.” He murmurs before he slumps back against Jean, curling up on him.
“I was also weirded out by myself, I guess.” Jean admits, rubbing Eren's arm and back. “I…I liked how you looked when you were crying…how you sounded. That made me pause for a second.”
“I could tell you liked it, you just needed a little kick.”
Jean hums, pursing his lips as Eren pulls away from him. “So…you liked what we did?” He asks with shy pink dusting his face.
Eren gives him an incredulous chuckle. “No, I hated it.” He rolls his eyes. “Of course I did, dumbass. I don't know how you did it but I actually managed to…you know.” He blushes as well, his fingers brushing his hair behind his ear.
“It wasn't a foolproof plan, but I thought that ‘cockwarming’ or whatever would actually get to unwind and drop your guard.” Jean explains. “It was so fucking hard not to do anything though.”
An amused grin breaks on Eren's face. “I could tell you were on edge.” He reaches out to ruffle Jean's hair. “Good boy, you held out for me.”
Jean looks up at Eren with a fond smile on his face. He takes Eren's hand, pulling it towards his face and kissing his palm with his eyes closed in reverence.
Eren’s eyes soften, watching Jean kiss his wrist right above his pulse.
“Let's clean up before Armin gets back.” Jean murmurs, giving Eren’s fingers one last kiss. “Do you want a bath or a shower?”
Eren grumbles, stretching his arms above his head with a groan. “A shower. I'm sure we'd fuck again if we took a bath.”
Jean snorts sarcastically as he stands up from the bed. “Acting like we've never had sex before in the shower.” He reaches for Eren, sliding his arms under his thigh and hoisting him up.
“Well, yeah but I can barely stand now. But if you're willing to hold me up…then that's another story.”
“Absolutely not.” Jean lets out a soft laugh as he walks towards the bathroom. “I can barely stand myself.”
Inevitably, Jean ends up lying. Their shower lasts way too long, taking their sweet time “cleaning” each other up before Jean has Eren against the wall, his wrists held above his head and their sounds muffled by the stream of water.
Eren doesn't mind. Not when Jean takes such good care of him afterwards.
He wraps him in a towel and carries him to bed, handing him a cup of water while he dries his hair for him. Soft kisses are peppered all over his face during that, until Eren giggles and pushes Jean away. He even tries to help Eren put his clothes on but he kicks him off. Jean ends up being dressed from head to toe with items from Eren's closet, and a smirk pulls on Eren's face when Jean hisses because of the scratches on his back.
While Jean gets rid of the dirty sheets and collects their phones from the heap of clothes on the floor, Eren walks out of the bedroom to grab new blankets from the storage room.
As he walks in the corridor, he recognizes a figure in the living room and Eren's heart drops when he sees Armin sitting on one of the sofas. He takes a deep breath and walks towards him, noticing the headphones that hang around Armin's neck as the blond stares at his phone.
“Armin…” He greets. “When did you get here?”
“A couple of minutes ago.” The blond shrugs, making Eren sigh with relief. He looks up to give Eren a once over, his eyes zeroing on the marks on Eren's neck, who places a hand there as his face burns hot. “Seems like our neighbors weren't exactly wrong.” Armin remarks, standing up and walking towards the hallway.
“Huh? Wrong about what?” Eren follows after him, the two of them going into the storage room together.
“Three of them kept spamming me. Asking me “who the hell is getting killed in your apartment” and such.” He says calmly, turning the lights of the room on.
Eren scoffs to hide his embarrassment, striding towards their spare sheets and snatching one of the bags away.
Armin chuckles softly. “I'm not mad, I'm glad you had your fun.” He walks out of the room with Eren. “But you'll have to deal with them tomorrow.”
“Fine.” Eren grumbles, tightening his hand on the bag as he hurries towards his room.
“Oh, and Eren.” Armin calls after him. “Please don't fuck again. I need to sleep. Good night!”
“...G’night” Eren mumbles to himself, going into his room with a flustered frown.
Jean’s sitting on the edge of the bed, a matching blush on his face. “Don't. I heard it.”
Eren lets out a grumbling sigh, walking over to the bed and throwing the bag on top of it. “Was I that loud?” He murmurs as he opens the zipper to pull the blankets out.
“Honestly? Yeah.” Jean chuckles, helping Eren put the clean sheets on. “But it was so fucking hot, so I kind of don't care.”
Eren clicks his tongue and shakes his head. Once the bed is ready, Eren throws himself on it with a tired sigh. Jean follows after, getting under the heavy sheets and immediately nuzzling into Eren's body, his arms wrapping around his midsection to caress his sides.
“We should get our own apartment.” Jean mumbles, making Eren's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and turn to look at him with parted lips.
“Don't look at me like that.” Jean laughs softly, brushing Eren's hair away. “We’ve been together for almost two years. Plus, we both get paid pretty well, I'm sure we can find something small and nice for the both of us.”
Eren scowls and rolls his eyes. “You're going about this in the wrong order. You can't talk about children and then ask to move in together. That's not how it's supposed to go.”
Jean stammers as his mouth opens and closes. “When did I–oh, fuck you, Eren.” Jean spits, his eyes narrowing down on him.
Laughing, Eren squirms when Jean pinches his side. “Armin said no more sex!”
“You're unbelievable. You're so fucking annoying, have I ever told you that?” Jean chides, biting playfully on Eren's cheek.
Eren giggles and pushes Jean's head away. “You can't talk to me like this, it's bad for the baby.”
Jean groans loudly in frustration, pushing Eren back to the bed to wrestle him. Before he can begin, Eren's phone rings, the special tone he has for Armin playing through the room. Eren glances at the device on the nightstand, watching it shut off after the warning is over.
“I'll deal with you in the morning.” Jean concedes with a huff, manhandling Eren until he's on his side, wrapping his arms back around him and seeking his warmth.
“Hm,” Eren closes his eyes, placing a hand over the one caressing his ribcage underneath the shirt.
After a few quiet beats pass, Eren speaks up in a hushed tone. “I have a place in mind.”
“Show me it tomorrow.” Jean murmurs into his neck, his voice groggy and tired. Eren smiles, relaxing further into his boyfriend’s hold.
Perhaps with a place of their own, many new experiences will unfold for them, ones that Eren trusts will always be good, so long as Jean is by his side.