"Something wrong? C'mon, you can do better than that."

What's that saying, doomed to lose? That's what Jean's set Eren up for right now, a smirk still tugging across his lips. His cock is wet with saliva and blood, resting against Eren's lips as he gasps for breath.

He doesn't push his hips forward again but he doesn't do much to help Eren recover, a little, instead just tugging on those arms a bit, curious to see if Eren will tolerate the stretch or rise with it.

The hand holding his hair strokes a thumb tacky with blood still over the curve of Eren's ear.