Jean doesn't answer. Eren hadn't entirely expected him to, but it annoys him anyway. He can't do much about that other than quietly seethe.
"You'd like that too much," he answers, but there's not really any bite to it.
He licks blood off his lower lip — pointless, since there's still a lot of it all over his face — and stands up on shaky legs. He has to consider how naked he wants to be. Nudity doesn't bother him in the slightest; they've all been military too long to worry who sees whose dick at this point. There are practical reasons not to take everything off. There's also annoy Jean reasons, and don't be the only one naked reasons.
In the end he settles for leaving his shirt on. He ditches the entire ODM harness, his boots, his pants, and underwear. His shirt is still covered in blood, wet and sticking to his skin. It doesn't really bother him. He's spent a great deal of time covered in blood and worse. What's another half hour, hour, evening?
He sits on the edge of the cot. He could just get on his knees again, but he's not that compliant. That's too easy. At this point, though, nothing can make him seem reluctant. His cock is hard and dripping and his pupils are blown, eyes a little glassy even when he tries his best to glare at Jean when Jean comes back over to him.
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"You'd like that too much," he answers, but there's not really any bite to it.
He licks blood off his lower lip — pointless, since there's still a lot of it all over his face — and stands up on shaky legs. He has to consider how naked he wants to be. Nudity doesn't bother him in the slightest; they've all been military too long to worry who sees whose dick at this point. There are practical reasons not to take everything off. There's also annoy Jean reasons, and don't be the only one naked reasons.
In the end he settles for leaving his shirt on. He ditches the entire ODM harness, his boots, his pants, and underwear. His shirt is still covered in blood, wet and sticking to his skin. It doesn't really bother him. He's spent a great deal of time covered in blood and worse. What's another half hour, hour, evening?
He sits on the edge of the cot. He could just get on his knees again, but he's not that compliant. That's too easy. At this point, though, nothing can make him seem reluctant. His cock is hard and dripping and his pupils are blown, eyes a little glassy even when he tries his best to glare at Jean when Jean comes back over to him.