Jean "it's good soup" Kirstein (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
neighsaying) wrote2023-11-14 12:35 pm
neighsaying) wrote2023-11-14 12:35 pm
crime and punishment (@dreamsofwings)
At the rate this is going, Jean almost thinks he's going to have to start cutting Eren's feet off before they ride out on missions.
Ever since they came back from Liberio - specifically, that party with the refugees - Eren has been different. If Jean is honest with himself, he was different before, but it's like the change has hit an exponential runaway point now. Armin's plans (and his) usually account for some amount of flexibility when they involve Eren. He's always been impulsive and hotheaded, and up to a point he'll try to work with them before he can't anymore.
Lately?
Lately it's like Eren's not even attempting to play along with the mission guidelines. He spends longer in his Titan, too - it's not as easy to wait his ass out when he can spend an extended period of time in there. Jean never thought he'd be hating Hange's endurance training for its results.
This time it was a Marleyan scout ship. They were supposed to capture those, give people a chance to defect, and instead everyone inside is dead. Crushed, by Eren's collapsing the ship like a child's accordion, or drowned when he threw it back out into the fucking ocean.
Everyone is tense. Jean's pretty sure he's about to see white hairs start showing up in Levi's hair. Eren is silent at dinner, despite the talking down from their Commander and Captain in turn. Eren isn't technically a part of any squad, but organizationally he's under Jean's, with Sasha and Connie. So when they're finished (Jean's not even sure Eren ate?) he clicks his tongue at Eren as he gets up.
"Jaeger. My tent."
Eren doesn't move. Just in case he thinks this isn't the flimsiest little setup it actually is, he grabs the hair at the back of Eren's head, fisting it in his hand and ignoring Sasha's mildly alarmed look as he tugs his head back, forces Eren to look up at him.
"Eren. Now."
Ever since they came back from Liberio - specifically, that party with the refugees - Eren has been different. If Jean is honest with himself, he was different before, but it's like the change has hit an exponential runaway point now. Armin's plans (and his) usually account for some amount of flexibility when they involve Eren. He's always been impulsive and hotheaded, and up to a point he'll try to work with them before he can't anymore.
Lately?
Lately it's like Eren's not even attempting to play along with the mission guidelines. He spends longer in his Titan, too - it's not as easy to wait his ass out when he can spend an extended period of time in there. Jean never thought he'd be hating Hange's endurance training for its results.
This time it was a Marleyan scout ship. They were supposed to capture those, give people a chance to defect, and instead everyone inside is dead. Crushed, by Eren's collapsing the ship like a child's accordion, or drowned when he threw it back out into the fucking ocean.
Everyone is tense. Jean's pretty sure he's about to see white hairs start showing up in Levi's hair. Eren is silent at dinner, despite the talking down from their Commander and Captain in turn. Eren isn't technically a part of any squad, but organizationally he's under Jean's, with Sasha and Connie. So when they're finished (Jean's not even sure Eren ate?) he clicks his tongue at Eren as he gets up.
"Jaeger. My tent."
Eren doesn't move. Just in case he thinks this isn't the flimsiest little setup it actually is, he grabs the hair at the back of Eren's head, fisting it in his hand and ignoring Sasha's mildly alarmed look as he tugs his head back, forces Eren to look up at him.
"Eren. Now."
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It isn't romance but it's what they've got, Jean going hard and Eren unable to keep from making noise (not that he's trying at this point). He should be embarrassed about this, about the others hearing them, but he's not. It isn't that he has no shame at all, but why have any about this? He won't even be here to make all this noise soon. He has to take what he can get while he can. Take, take, take.
There's a slight burn from the stretch of his legs but that doesn't bother him.
"That's all you got?" he says, breathless but still managing to goad. It isn't that this isn't good enough or hard enough. He's just Eren and he can't help but continue to be a pain.
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It makes him groan, a little, hair falling out of the slicked back style and into his face, curling a little. He hikes one of Eren's legs further up his arm, into the crook of his elbow, making him bend even further. With his hand freed, he reaches up to wrap it around the front of Eren's throat, squeezing.
And because he's a gentleman, he shifts his hips a little, trying to brush over Eren's prostate so it's not just the stretch that's making Eren groan.
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He's never been good at just shutting up, at not pushing Jean's buttons just to push them. Jean giving him exactly what he wants doesn't change that about him, unfortunately for both of them.
Eren watches Jean's face for a moment. He's not the only one coming undone here, he knows, and somewhere in a place where he still enjoys things in a semi-normal way, he likes knowing that. He likes that this has never been one-sided. He likes that Jean wants him even after everything.
One day Jean won't look at him like this anymore. Like everything, he wants to hold this as long as he possibly can.
Then he can't say much of anything, because Jean's hand is around his throat. He doesn't struggle. Why would he? It's not that big a deal yet and really it just gets him going more. He's breathing open-mouthed, noisy, still making whatever needy sound manages to escape when Jean's hand tightens.
Jean's cock moves against his prostate and he jolts a little under it, the little shock and more intense pleasure of it. One hand clenches against the blanket under him, pulling it into a mess. There's a metaphor there somewhere.