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I can do that.

[ dolph lets himself sway in jean's space before he moves to the harder beats, twisting his hips. he then grabs jean's hand to coax him into moving as well. ]

[ Jean watches him almost studiously, like there is something to learn in how Dolph's dancing, a cute little furrow between his brows. Once Dolph grabs his hand, though, he lets out a nervous laugh but attempts to mimic what he's seen and heard.

He's not bad, he can clearly follow it and he's used to twisting his hips, but he's not quite confident about it yet. He also has an interesting observation: ]

Are you sure this isn't an excuse to dry hump in public?

[ He's not offended! That's just what it reminds him of. ]

[ dolph chuckles, a low rich sound. ]

It's not not that. Gay bars were pretty indiscriminate.

You're doing fine.

[ Jean's picked up enough from observation to know what a gay bar is - and that Paradis didn't have them. He also knows it's important to Dolph, having that identity, so he doesn't mention it. ]

Not the kind of dancing I'm used to - but I am used to what it isn't not.

[ He teases Dolph about the double negative, but with the acknowledgement it's more about grinding up against your partner, Jean shifts his hips a little more to align them, letting his hands fall to Dolph's hips more fully. ]

Like this?

[ dolph hums, slipping his arms around jean's neck. he rolls his hips against jean. ]

See? You're catching on.

Now that I know what we're actually doing.

[ There's that smirk again, but it's not meanspirited. Instead he keeps his hold on Dolph's hips, letting them shift and rock against each other to the beat of the music. Jean could probably 'dance' pretty decently now.

But he does, once he finds his rhythm, tilt his head up a little to press a kiss to Dolph's mouth. ]

[ pressed against each other, it doesn't take much for dolph to part his lips eagerly and pull him close. he feels like his heart could burst, pounding from the music and the heat. ]

[ Jean's pleased by the receptiveness, nipping at Dolph's bottom lip gently before he deepens the kiss. He lets his hands slide around to the small of his back, pulling him in the rest of the way. Jean's not exactly broad, but his shoulders are wide and there's power in his arms from working and flexing with the ODM gear. ]

[ there's a delicious shiver that travels down his spine at that as his own hands tangle his fingers in jean's hair. he's always enjoyed the feel of muscles close by. ]

[ Jean gives a pleased hum at the hands in his hair - yes, more of that, please - and lets himself find the hem of Dolph's shirt, letting his hands tuck up under the back of it. He does pull away from the kiss a little, letting his tongue swipe over his bottom lip. ]

Not too fast for you?

[ He's checking in; his only other current partner, Mikasa, takes things slow, and he doesn't want to feel like he's pushing Dolph. ]

No. Definitely not.

[ he would say this is exceeding his expectations. everything has, so far. it's incredible. ]

[ Jean smiles again. ]

Good.

[ He gives into the urge to lift one hand and brush some of Dolph's hair back, then cups the back of his neck to tug him down into another kiss. If they keep up like this, though, Dolph is gonna have to show him his bedroom next. ]

[ it's definitely an option he's playing in his head. maybe he's moving too fast. he should think it through. but he's always moved fast in this. always too eager, too desperate, too afraid to let it slip through his fingers. dolph moans into the kiss, sliding his palms over jean's shoulders, latching on tightly. ]

[ Jean's not opposed to it. His and Eren's relationship, while romantic, isn't physical; Mikasa is relearning herself slowly, and Jean would cut off his own arm first rather than pressure her.

If Dolph knows what he wants, Jean is happy to provide it - but it's also not required and he doesn't want to give Dolph the impression it is. Not that he's helping much when his other hand slides out from under the shirt to give a shameless grope to his ass. Jean hums in response to the moan, pleased. ]

[ this was one of the things that came more easily to him than anything else. more than feelings, more than trust. dolph always felt he had a better grasp when he could feel skin under his fingertips, map a body out with his mouth.

he pulls away for a moment, breathless, his lips kiss-stung. ]

I have a room close by. If you want.

[ Jean can understand that desire for physicality; he's enjoyed what he's done before, with men and women. He likes the noises he can draw out with his hands and mouth, watching a partner come undone.

Dolph looks good like this, he thinks, and when Dolph offers the room Jean bites his bottom lip for a second in thought. ]

If you want, then yes, I'm very much interested.

[ Squeezing his ass again for emphasis. ]

[ dolph smiles faintly and tugs his arm to one of the private rooms he has set up in the club. complete with a furbished bed. he knew what they would be used for after all.

once he closes the door, dolph pushes jean against the wall to kiss him firmly. ]

[ At least it's a nice room and Dolph knows what people are going to get up to in here. The privacy is appreciated - Jean might have something of an exhibitionist streak, but a dance floor still isn't ideal.

Being pushed up against the wall is nice - there's not many people taller than Jean, back home - and he wraps his arms around Dolph again as he returns the kiss, deepening it. He's quicker to get his hands under that shirt this time, fingers dragging along his spine. ]

[ dolph is inclined to do the same, letting his hands travel and pressing a trail of kisses down his neck. ]

[ Jean hums his approval out at the kisses to his neck. He might be the one with more clothes on, but he tugs on Dolph's shirt first, wanting him to take it off. He's also not helping him get it off by remaining pressed up against him. ]

C'mon - I wanna see you.

[ his cheeks darken for a moment and he hesitates over the hem of his shirt before pulling it off. dolph never had much in the way of scars and wounds. he's never been sure if that's genetics or because of the experiments he went through. sometimes, he'd like answers, but he'd never get them. not from eden, not from the warden.

not from alex.

he does shift on his feet for a moment, uncertain. baring his metal parts is always . . . uncomfortable. ]

[ Ironically enough, scars or a lack of doesn't bother Jean. He's used to Mikasa's, and he's used to Reiner and Eren's lack of them. He's quick to slide his hands up Dolph's chest, but he pauses with the uncertainty he can see in Dolph's eyes. He moves a hand to hover over where metal meets flesh. ]

Is it okay if I touch here?

[ His voice is soft, no hint of disgust. That's the thing; Jean's all about Dolph's comfort right now. If he wanted to leave the shirt on, he'd let him, and he's not about to push boundaries the first time they do this. ]

It's fine, it's just . . .

I hate it. I hate all of it.

[ Jean lets his hand rest on the spot on Dolph's shoulder, where he can feel both metal and flesh under his palm. He tilts his head up to press a kiss to Dolph's cheek. ]

Because it's something Eden gave you and tried to take back?

[ a dry snort. ]

More like forced. I had no choice. I was just property.

the good stuff

that icon /swoons

I finally have smiles ;;

and so much sad dolph and alex backstory

sooo much ;;

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