[The reciprocation earns a pleased noise from Jean, the sound muffled by the kiss deepening. The arm around his waist pulls him closer while the other tangles itself in Armin's hair, combing through it as he presses further into the kiss, seeking out small noises of confirmation. Ones that can forgive the way their teeth occasionally meet and how their noses bump.
He's new at this but he doesn't care. For once, the blush on his cheeks is light and–at this point–probably just a sunburn. Delirium boosts confidence and now Jean is brimming with it.
When he finally pulls away, Armin is perched neatly in his lap with one of his hands pressing into the small of his back. The doofy smile hasn't faded.]
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He's new at this but he doesn't care. For once, the blush on his cheeks is light and–at this point–probably just a sunburn. Delirium boosts confidence and now Jean is brimming with it.
When he finally pulls away, Armin is perched neatly in his lap with one of his hands pressing into the small of his back. The doofy smile hasn't faded.]
Thanks.