Do you? Jean wants to ask him. Do you know that I do?
He knows something is wrong and he knows Eren won't talk to anyone about it. He's seen Mikasa and Armin try, and the way Eren withdraws from the line of questioning. He doesn't believe what he's doing right now will get Eren to tell him. For all Jean is good with words and actions, he's never been able to be good enough to tell Eren the things that he thinks.
Like that he's worried, or that he cares about him. So much that it threatens to split his chest open and put his weak, bleeding heart on display for everyone to see.
Instead, they have this, Eren making needy sounds as Jean fingers him, the gentlest he's been all night. When he finds what he's looking for he doesn't concede to Eren's demands. His fingers keep rubbing against that spot, dragging up and down, making Eren writhe. Eren's hand grabs his arm and he can feel the strength in it.
He still demurs, waiting, until he's decided he's waited long enough. He pulls his fingers out and gives a little slap to one of Eren's thighs, reaching for the oil to pour more in his already-slick hand. He wraps it around his cock, giving a few pumps and a hiss that makes his shoulders jump a little, before he shuffles forward on the bed.
He gets his hands under Eren's knees in order to lift them, pressing them back and exposing Eren's slick hole. Just to be a dick lest Eren thinks he's being sweet, and remind him of earlier, Jean leans over and spits on it before he presses the head of his cock to it, pushing in with a low hiss.
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He knows something is wrong and he knows Eren won't talk to anyone about it. He's seen Mikasa and Armin try, and the way Eren withdraws from the line of questioning. He doesn't believe what he's doing right now will get Eren to tell him. For all Jean is good with words and actions, he's never been able to be good enough to tell Eren the things that he thinks.
Like that he's worried, or that he cares about him. So much that it threatens to split his chest open and put his weak, bleeding heart on display for everyone to see.
Instead, they have this, Eren making needy sounds as Jean fingers him, the gentlest he's been all night. When he finds what he's looking for he doesn't concede to Eren's demands. His fingers keep rubbing against that spot, dragging up and down, making Eren writhe. Eren's hand grabs his arm and he can feel the strength in it.
He still demurs, waiting, until he's decided he's waited long enough. He pulls his fingers out and gives a little slap to one of Eren's thighs, reaching for the oil to pour more in his already-slick hand. He wraps it around his cock, giving a few pumps and a hiss that makes his shoulders jump a little, before he shuffles forward on the bed.
He gets his hands under Eren's knees in order to lift them, pressing them back and exposing Eren's slick hole. Just to be a dick lest Eren thinks he's being sweet, and remind him of earlier, Jean leans over and spits on it before he presses the head of his cock to it, pushing in with a low hiss.