Eren doesn't resist, but it still takes his concentration not to choke. He has a feeling Jean won't stop even if he does, and wars in his head between being annoyed about it and being more turned on. He thinks almost idly — not for the first time — that there's something fucking wrong with him that he wants shit like this. It's not about trust, though it's a toss up how he'd act with someone he didn't trust this much. Well, whatever, it's not like Jean isn't getting off on it too.

He doesn't make any sound when Jean slaps him, but his eyes are half-lidded when he looks back.

He thinks of goading, something like, is that all you got? It's a near thing, there on his parted lips. But Jean gives him an order that he decides to obey and that taunt dies out.

There's the barest hint of a smirk on his face when he tilts his head back, his fingers tight in Jean's. This is their kind of romance, isn't it? Eren was once a romantic at heart, long before he imagined getting off to pain, long before he needed physical sensation to remember where and when he was. But any real romance is long buried, forgotten. This will have to do.

He tries not to be desperate, hungry for it, not this fast. He's never been good at slowing down, though, and even now he's not all that hard to read. He finally stops pretending he's going to put up a fight and opens his mouth.