[ Their faces are burning warm, and it only gets worse when Jean holds him in place, the lines of his back pulling taut. He convinces himself it's muscle memory, years of dodging punches and elbow jabs, and not expectation— he's tense, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as he furrows his brow. ] W... What the fuck are you—
[ It's a dumb question, because he already knows, and when they grind against each other he feels their chests heave and a heat swell in his gut— he groans softly (by Eren's standards, anyway) before he can stop himself, a hand tangling its way into Jean's hair again as he plants a distracted kiss on his ear. And he presses forward, rocking into it as he tugs the other teen's shirt up to slide a hand against his side, demanding in that indignant, stubborn way Eren can get after they pass a few quiet breaths back and forth— ] Keep going.
god they're so fucking embarrassing
[ It's a dumb question, because he already knows, and when they grind against each other he feels their chests heave and a heat swell in his gut— he groans softly (by Eren's standards, anyway) before he can stop himself, a hand tangling its way into Jean's hair again as he plants a distracted kiss on his ear. And he presses forward, rocking into it as he tugs the other teen's shirt up to slide a hand against his side, demanding in that indignant, stubborn way Eren can get after they pass a few quiet breaths back and forth— ] Keep going.