Eren tries to repeat what he said but he nearly chokes doing it. Once he manages to remember how to breathe, that breath is faster, not quite shallow. His eyes drift back down to Jean's mouth, that infuriating smirk. He tries to hold on to his anger but it's mixed up in the other things, the way he has to consciously swallow around Jean's fingers or he'll gag, the taste of Jean's skin, the way spit starts to run down his face. He could wipe it away but he doesn't bother.

His hand eventually lets go of Jean's wrist, though then he's not sure what to do with it, so it rests on his knee. He clenches and unclenches it, a subconscious restless motion. He readjusts his legs just slightly, which only really serves to press his balls harder against Jean's boot. He makes that sound again, something that will border on needy in a few more minutes.