They've always talked better with their fists, for better or worse. At this point, there's little hope in changing the language they use to communicate. Regardless, it's clear Jean is pissed - both for Eren stepping out of line and for killing people.
He doesn't know the true reasons for why things like this happen, or remotely have an inkling of Eren losing sense of where he is. Maybe if he knew, he could try to help. Instead, he sees someone acting out, though they both know this 'punishment' isn't going to truly teach him anything. He knows, deep in his chest, that Eren didn't kill those people for fun. He's not like some high ranking officials he could name (but won't, because nothing is a boner killer faster than Zackly). That's what makes it all the more frustrating.
His thumb slips between Eren's lips, then feels teeth scrape against the digit. He likes Eren in this position, especially when his eyes are trained up on him. His own eyes narrow a bit more, lips twisted slightly in a frustrated expression. He hits the side of his boot against Eren's thighs, making him spread his legs open a little more - then slides his foot between said legs. The hard leather tip of his boot is nestled just behind where he knows Eren's balls are.
He doesn't particularly care if he's hard yet, but he doesn't expect him to be, either. He shifts his thumb to press down on Eren's tongue, trapping it against the bottom of his mouth. At the same time, his other hand goes to that longer hair, grabbing it and tugging his head back a little.
Then he leans over, pulls his thumb out, and spits into Eren's mouth, because he's just a little weird and psychotic that way. He's quick to press two of his fingers back in after he's done it, pushing deep into Eren's mouth.
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He doesn't know the true reasons for why things like this happen, or remotely have an inkling of Eren losing sense of where he is. Maybe if he knew, he could try to help. Instead, he sees someone acting out, though they both know this 'punishment' isn't going to truly teach him anything. He knows, deep in his chest, that Eren didn't kill those people for fun. He's not like some high ranking officials he could name (but won't, because nothing is a boner killer faster than Zackly). That's what makes it all the more frustrating.
His thumb slips between Eren's lips, then feels teeth scrape against the digit. He likes Eren in this position, especially when his eyes are trained up on him. His own eyes narrow a bit more, lips twisted slightly in a frustrated expression. He hits the side of his boot against Eren's thighs, making him spread his legs open a little more - then slides his foot between said legs. The hard leather tip of his boot is nestled just behind where he knows Eren's balls are.
He doesn't particularly care if he's hard yet, but he doesn't expect him to be, either. He shifts his thumb to press down on Eren's tongue, trapping it against the bottom of his mouth. At the same time, his other hand goes to that longer hair, grabbing it and tugging his head back a little.
Then he leans over, pulls his thumb out, and spits into Eren's mouth, because he's just a little weird and psychotic that way. He's quick to press two of his fingers back in after he's done it, pushing deep into Eren's mouth.