[A little thrill at that. He'd been half-expecting a rejection. Eren sits up a little straighter, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Leaning in, he tucks a finger under Jean's chin and kisses him. He knows there are boundaries here; it isn't a hungry sort of kiss. But it's not rushed or teasing like it was under the mistletoe either. It's soft, and slow, and sweet. Eren wants to savor it, to feel the way it feels - and it feels like a thousand goosebumps breaking out all over his skin, a pleasant chill on his spine. He could kiss Jean forever, actually.]
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