[Jean's eyes grow to saucers and a half-heared protest dies in his throat. Hands that first grasp to Eren's arms fall to his sides, limp and weak; against his better judgment Jean moves into it.
He needs this. A distraction, physical or emotional. Something else to focus on: the movement of their tongues, the soft hitches of breath, the hand curling into the back of his hair–painful but not enough for him to notice. Or stop. Something within him is disappointed when Eren does.]
Wh-
[When the kiss breaks, his confusion grows. He can feel his brows rising, feel his tongue trip over itself in an attempt to gain an explanation. Beseechingly, he searches Eren's eyes instead, trying to find the answer there but to no avail. It's useless. He should just give up.
So he does.
Leans forward again and restarts the kiss, gentle and slow with one hand cupping the side of his face. It's tender–probably too much so–but he doesn't care. They're alone and lost at the same time. If this is the only thing that will help them back on track, he'll take it. At least it grounds them to something.]
no homo
He needs this. A distraction, physical or emotional. Something else to focus on: the movement of their tongues, the soft hitches of breath, the hand curling into the back of his hair–painful but not enough for him to notice. Or stop. Something within him is disappointed when Eren does.]
Wh-
[When the kiss breaks, his confusion grows. He can feel his brows rising, feel his tongue trip over itself in an attempt to gain an explanation. Beseechingly, he searches Eren's eyes instead, trying to find the answer there but to no avail. It's useless. He should just give up.
So he does.
Leans forward again and restarts the kiss, gentle and slow with one hand cupping the side of his face. It's tender–probably too much so–but he doesn't care. They're alone and lost at the same time. If this is the only thing that will help them back on track, he'll take it. At least it grounds them to something.]