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[neighsaying]

[ Like Jean can hear Dolph's thoughts - one of them, anyway - he pulls back a little to smile at him again. He presses a kiss to his jaw, murmuring: ]

I love you, Dolph. I'm not going anywhere - I'm all yours.

[ He pairs that with another soft tug of his hair. ]

[laserhawk]

[ dolph pauses, absorbing that. his grip tightens for a moment. ]

I . . .

[ he hasn't said it back. not really. he wants to, but the fear cuts at his throat. the last time he loved someone this much . . . it was alex. ]

I know.

[neighsaying]

I know.

[ Jean doesn't need him to say it back. He understands how hard it is to say - it took losing Mikasa and Eren (even temporarily) for him to find the guts to tell Dolph.

So he isn't disappointed. He, in fact, kisses Dolph so he doesn't have to worry that Jean is waiting for an answer he knows won't come. He just... had to tell him again. To make sure Dolph hears it as much as he needs to. ]

[laserhawk]

[ dolph rests his palm over jean's chest. listens to the steady thump there. ]

This is . . . everything.

[neighsaying]

I care about you. When I saw you under his thrall, I ... was scared shitless that you wouldn't come back.

[ He is, every time he finds someone like that, but that it was Dolph -

His heart beats a little faster. ]

[laserhawk]

[ ah. he presses a kiss to jean's chin quietly. ]

I'll come back to you.

[neighsaying]

I want you to have what you want, not just what you need. Someone to come back to.

[ Jean lets his hand stroke through his hair, again. ]

Someone who chose you over everything else.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph inhales sharply for a moment, his breath stuttering. ]

You really want that for me.

fyi this is not jean being like 'you can't date anyone else' he's just a baby

[neighsaying]

I do. And ... it's not just that I want that for you, I want to be that person.

[ He doesn't want Dolph to get the wrong idea, here. ]

I realize it's massively hypocritical, but imagining that with someone else for you.... I got jealous.

aww <3

[laserhawk]

[ that makes him chuckle softly. ]

I don't think I'm quite the catch you are.

[neighsaying]

[ Jean scoffs, kissing the tip of Dolph's nose. ]

I think if anyone doesn't think you are, they need to get their eyes checked... But I might be a little bit biased.

[laserhawk]

Just a little.

[ but he doesn't mind that. in fact, he takes pleasure in knowing jean feels that way. sometimes dolph does too, though he never feels he has a right to express it. ]

Do you think . . . you can stay tonight?

[neighsaying]

I can.

[ There's no hesitance the way there might have been before, no I need to check in first. Eren will understand, once he lets him know. ]

I was going to ask if I could, anyways.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph smiles softly as he cups jean's face, thumb brushing over the curve of his cheek. ]

I just want to spend the rest of our time loving you.

[neighsaying]

You can have as much time as you want.

[ Jean means it, genuinely. He wraps his arms around Dolph's shoulders again, giving him a fond smile, and turning to kiss that hand. ]

[laserhawk]

I like that.

[ he leans to press a kiss to the hollow of jean's neck. ]

[neighsaying]

[ Jean hums his approval, tilting his head back a little to give Dolph more room to work. ]

Good. Because I can't think of anything better than taking my time with you.

[laserhawk]

[ excellent because he's going to leave a trail of kisses all the way up to the shell of jean's ear. ]

Mmm, neither can I.

[neighsaying]

[ Jean gives a little shiver as Dolph does so, dragging his hands down to grasp at Dolph's upper arms. Normally he'd ask if they should move to the bedroom; now, instead, he doesn't want to drag them apart again. ]

[laserhawk]

[ no one has stayed before. livio always went back. so has jean. and dolph was never brave enough to ask anyone to stay. sometimes he hates this house so much, he feels black with anger. living alone just wasn't the future he wanted. in a big empty bed with the space stretched out by his side.

now he's picturing a bed of two with jean's warmth sinking into the mattress, their hands clasped together. dolph drags his teeth over the curve of jean's ear. ]

me holding jean: why are you a dogshit boyfriend

[neighsaying]

[ Jean was never brave enough to offer; never brave enough to pull Dolph into the house he shared and insist there be a space for him, too. It's something Jean knows he'll have to make up for.

Dolph is letting him, though. He loves the idea of waking up and getting to see Dolph sleeping. Of bringing him tea and making him breakfast, not just stealing time after deliveries have finished.

Jean groans Dolph's name, softly, squeezing the muscle and metal of his arms. He wants to be out of the undersuit, to get Dolph out of his clothes - but he also wants to take that time to indulge slowly. Instead, he drops his hands to press into the small of Dolph's back and pull their hips together. ]

aww ;; he's not!!

[laserhawk]

[ dolph hums, rolling his hips as he presses kiss down jean's throat. ]

Want me to help you get out of that?

HE WAS A LITTLE BIT just not intentionally

[neighsaying]

Walls, yes.

[ Jean drops his hands just to give Dolph some room to work. Though he is, as always, kept fit underneath it, wearing only a thin shirt and a pair of briefs under it, there is a new addition on his left thigh - a healed but still fresh-looking puckered scar, with a mirror on the back of his thigh if Dolph looks. ]

[laserhawk]

[ dolph takes his time, sliding the material off jean's sholders and down his chest as he skims the expanse with his hands after. he does pause at the wound. ]

Where's that from?

[neighsaying]

[ Dolph touching him gets him giving soft noises of approval, always pressing towards the heat of his hands. When Dolph pauses, Jean has to take a moment to collect his thoughts and looks down, them grimaces. ]

Took a spear watching Eren's back the other day.

[ Obviously, he got it healed; it wouldn't look as good as it does otherwise. ]

Captain patched me up.