There isn't much tenderness between them. Eren is too far gone for that, though there are moments. There is too much else in the world, violence and horror and trauma. But Eren loves Jean. That's one of the worst truths, that Eren loves Jean and the others enough to burn everything down. He can't bear the thought of losing even one more of them. (Eren tries not to be aware of other losses looming in the future distance; for now he only knows one of them, and he's sure Jean and Connie will hate him for it. He'll live with that because he has to.) Eren's devotion comes with consequences too terrible to give voice to.
But not today. He doesn't have to worry about it for the moment. All he has to do is lay here for a minute. Sure, sure, he'll do more than just lay there. But for a minute or two he doesn't have to.
He clenches his jaw to avoid making sound, but he's never really successful at efforts like this. He's too reactive and too out of his own control, like always. Soft needy sounds escape his mouth despite his efforts.
He doesn't try to pull away. Rather he tries to push into the touch, demanding more, always willing to take. He's never encountered the idea of too much; as far as he's concerned, he doesn't need a limit and he doesn't need to slow down. Leave it to Jean to go slower than Eren wants.
Jean's fingers curl and Eren's hips move as much as Jean lets him, and Jean is successful in finding his prostate. Now he really can't be quiet; his mouth opens, clenched jaw forgotten. He might say Jean's name. He's not really sure. One hand comes up to grasp whatever it can, an arm, some piece of Jean's clothing. He might make some useless demand like more, harder, stop fucking around.
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There isn't much tenderness between them. Eren is too far gone for that, though there are moments. There is too much else in the world, violence and horror and trauma. But Eren loves Jean. That's one of the worst truths, that Eren loves Jean and the others enough to burn everything down. He can't bear the thought of losing even one more of them. (Eren tries not to be aware of other losses looming in the future distance; for now he only knows one of them, and he's sure Jean and Connie will hate him for it. He'll live with that because he has to.) Eren's devotion comes with consequences too terrible to give voice to.
But not today. He doesn't have to worry about it for the moment. All he has to do is lay here for a minute. Sure, sure, he'll do more than just lay there. But for a minute or two he doesn't have to.
He clenches his jaw to avoid making sound, but he's never really successful at efforts like this. He's too reactive and too out of his own control, like always. Soft needy sounds escape his mouth despite his efforts.
He doesn't try to pull away. Rather he tries to push into the touch, demanding more, always willing to take. He's never encountered the idea of too much; as far as he's concerned, he doesn't need a limit and he doesn't need to slow down. Leave it to Jean to go slower than Eren wants.
Jean's fingers curl and Eren's hips move as much as Jean lets him, and Jean is successful in finding his prostate. Now he really can't be quiet; his mouth opens, clenched jaw forgotten. He might say Jean's name. He's not really sure. One hand comes up to grasp whatever it can, an arm, some piece of Jean's clothing. He might make some useless demand like more, harder, stop fucking around.