[ Jean, for what might be the first time in many years, doesn't argue with him. Eren tells himself it's something visceral. Two frustrated, overly hormonal teenagers whose best friends are dead and have to settle with finding less meaningful comforts with less savory company. A pair of idiots taking a brief, shameless reprieve from reality— one that, in the long run, wouldn't help at-fucking-all.
But then Jean closes the gap between them and it's startlingly intimate, so much so that Eren's breath catches, brows knit, and he's not sure how to react because he's about as delicate as a bull in a china shop. It's much too gentle for them to just be letting off steam in the way he expects.
And, most frighteningly, he's all right with that.
It takes all his self-control not to shove or draw blood, leaning his cheek into the touch as he lets Jean work their mouths together, tongue skirting out to taste his lips and part their mouths and feel their warm, mismatched breaths collide because the two of them have never matched rhythms. And he trails his hands down to his neck, spreading his fingers to take in the mild roughness of his skin, reveling in the fact that despite how much is gone they're both still here and they're both alive and for once, how amazingly tangible that is.
Not that all his honest emotion makes him any better at this. He slides his hands eventually, crossing his arms behind Jean's head and pulling him deeper into the kiss, teeth knocking together uncomfortably as he hisses a muffled 'ow' against his mouth. ]
pretty...sure this is homo........
But then Jean closes the gap between them and it's startlingly intimate, so much so that Eren's breath catches, brows knit, and he's not sure how to react because he's about as delicate as a bull in a china shop. It's much too gentle for them to just be letting off steam in the way he expects.
And, most frighteningly, he's all right with that.
It takes all his self-control not to shove or draw blood, leaning his cheek into the touch as he lets Jean work their mouths together, tongue skirting out to taste his lips and part their mouths and feel their warm, mismatched breaths collide because the two of them have never matched rhythms. And he trails his hands down to his neck, spreading his fingers to take in the mild roughness of his skin, reveling in the fact that despite how much is gone they're both still here and they're both alive and for once, how amazingly tangible that is.
Not that all his honest emotion makes him any better at this. He slides his hands eventually, crossing his arms behind Jean's head and pulling him deeper into the kiss, teeth knocking together uncomfortably as he hisses a muffled 'ow' against his mouth. ]