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[ Mikasa lets herself lean in, shifting forward, arms wrapping around him - but this time, her legs do too, sinking against him as she makes a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth, wanting more but not being sure what else to do other than to rock her hips up, instinctive. ]

[ Her hips rock up and Jean wants to reward her for it. One hand pulls away from the bed to slip between their bodies. When her hips rock forward, Jean presses the heel of his palm up against her, through her underwear, giving her something to grind against.

He murmurs against her lips, ] I've got you, show me what feels good.

[ It's good, and Mikasa gasps, her eyes flickering as she gazes at him, watching. It's better than her own touch, in a way, for both the novelty and the trust, and her body rocks against Jean without hesitation, chasing the pleasure of him, the way he looks at her just...

It's perfect. She feels unworthy. ]

This... This is good. [ Slow, careful grinding, pushing herself into his touch. ]

[ Jean doesn't want to stop looking at her. The way she gasps, meets his gaze and rolls her hips down against his hand. He'd love to strip her the rest of the way naked and spread her out but he holds himself back. Slow, gentle, all the things she's never had for herself. ]

You look beautiful.

[ He can't help but say it, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth as he flexes his wrist, making sure she's got a good angle to rub against. ]

I can't stop thinking of you. What it'd be like to get these pants off you and taste you.

[ Mikasa huffs a soft noise, eyes flickering, almost unable to look at him. He’s being so soft with her, so tender, letting her take her pleasure from him - it sparks such a heat in her, to rock against his fingers and use his touch to make herself feel good. A mixture of warmth and heat that thrums, making her breathe out oh so softly.

Soon, she’ll be able to say it out loud, but for now, in her mind… She knows how she feels.

Turning her head, kissing him long and slow, she hums against his mouth, feeling bold from the rush of want. ]

What’s stopping you?

[ She hasn't said it - but he knows. If she didn't, she wouldn't let him into her heart like this, and he knows it. He doesn't need the words, he tells himself, as he returns her kiss, luxuriating in it.

She asks what's stopping him, which makes him pause and then look at her with a small smile, impish. ]

I wanted to go slow... but since you're asking.

[ His hand draws away, going to the hem of her trousers to tug them off, his fingers catching in the hem of her underwear as well to yank them off with them. He shifts backwards as he does it, leaving her naked in front of him. He breathes out softly.

He doesn't hesitate to stretch back out on the bed, pushing her legs apart and then over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to one thigh. ]

[ Mikasa feels - she feels so much that it's hard for her to rationalise it sometimes, not when she had spent so long forcing herself to focus on the mission, on the fighting, on the war - nothing else had mattered. Now she has the time for this, and it feels as frightening as it does freeing.

Leaning back, she pushes herself up a little to watch him, her eyes wide, but dark.

Wanting. Lustful. ]

I...

[ She's naked, and she shifts. She lets him move her, lets him kiss her thigh, and she covers her mouth for a moment before she swallows. ]

Show me how to make someone else feel good. So I can do it to you.

[ Her dark eyes watching him make him feel braver, bolder. Her request makes him smile against her thigh. ]

Your wish is my command.

[ It wasn't a wish, but he's using a line here, because he's smooth. Regardless, he keeps his arms curled around her legs as he lowers his mouth between her legs.

He's not shy about it. He drags his tongue over her, dipping between her folds and then up, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. He repeats the motion before he goes down again, not lingering - teasing her. ]

[ Cheeks blushing red, eyes wide, Mikasa watches him with a tenderness she cannot disguise. ]

Jean - ah!

[ And then he's going for it, pressing his tongue against her, and her fingers sink into his hair without hesitation. It feels incredible, and her hips jerk a little as she hisses out a little noise. ]

Oh...

[ He doesn't want to disappoint her. He has confidence in his abilities, of course, but Jean wants to make her feel good, good enough to maybe forget any shyness. He's eager to taste her as well; he knows some people who don't like to go down on their partners. Jean honestly can't get enough of it.

He presses his mouth against her, pressing his tongue inside her to lap in shallow movements, letting out a muffled groan as he does it. ]

[ It's too good - her fingers reach down, twisting around into his hair, unable to stop herself. She has to be careful, to stop herself from ripping it out with her strength, forcing herself to calm down and relax instead. She tugs, gently, she leans back, and she groans.

Jean is ruining her. It feels like too much, even when he's barely started.

Closing her eyes, she lifts her hand to cover her mouth, groaning, muffled. ]

[ It would ruin the mood, he's sure, but Jean would probably find a way to be smug about it if she actually yanked out his hair. She muffles her groans; he wants to hear it, but if it's what she needs to do right now, he won't tell her to stop.

Telling her would require removing his mouth, anyways, and that's the last thing he wants. He licks, sucks gently at the slick skin of her entrance until he drags his mouth up, sealing his lips against her clit. Here, he sucks again, tongue flicking against her, as he moves one hand to rub his thumb against her, sinking in a little. He's not really trying to finger her, just trying to keep her stimulated as he works her over. ]

[ It takes a little longer than Mikasa thinks it ought to, but that might be more because she's nervous and unsure of herself than any lack of skill on Jean's part. He's making her feel good, and the flush on her skin and the way her body shakes is obvious proof of that, even if she can't quite vocalise it beyond quiet little noises of pleasure.

It's good, it's so good, and she wants more and more.

Hips twitching a little, she leans back as she rocks, trying to do more with his idly questing finger, not sure what to ask for or what she even wants. ]

[ When her hips twitch and she seems to move against the way his hand is touching her, he lets himself go with the flow. He eases up on her clit, lavishing it gently with strokes of his tongue, as he pulls his thumb away from her.

Jean replaces it with one of his fingers, carefully pushing it in; not all the way, just the tip of them, but risking a glance up to see how Mikasa takes it. ]

[ Her breathing gets a little harder as he presses a finger inside of her, hips shifting - it's good, it feels good, her body tingling with her own want and desire as she bites into her own hand. She'd never explored too much like this before, but with Jean's hand and mouth touching her in tandem...

Her hips roll against him, and she whines a little. ]

[ The whine is more than enough to know that what he's doing is meeting with her approval. He shifts his face a little, pressing closer to her and circling her clit with his tongue again and again as he draws his finger out a little and pushes in again. He gently mimics a thrusting motion as he does it, not too hard or fast but easing her open.

He hums against her, pleased. ]

[ It shouldn't be so easy to get her so worked up, but she had been tight and on edge already - it's the hum that does it, with the curl of his finger, twin pleasure that has her thighs clamping around Jean's head and squeezing, her eyes flickering as she tilts her head back and breathes out his name with a sharp little noise. ]

[ He's surprised when she comes, feeling her thighs squeezing around him, but he hides it easily. He knows some women are sensitive after they come, while others can be pushed into another orgasm. As such, he doesn't let up just yet - humming again, letting his tongue work against her clit.

If she gives any indication it's too much, though, he'll back off. ]

[ Mikasa doesn't quite understand what he's doing at first: when she's done this alone before, pleasured herself, she's stopped after the first hurdle, letting herself slide into a soft tiredness in the wake of it. Now, Jean keeps pushing her, and she can feel herself shaking from it, her head tilted back as her eyes flicker.

It's good, it's good, and if he keeps going - ]

Jean, Jean -

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lmk if you need a bit more! i'm having him go slowly but can always be speedier orz

ur good <3

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