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[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.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph delicately runs a finger around it. everyone's vulnerable. everyone. dolph may be one of the strongest people alive, but he's also vulnerable. time has proven that. ]

. . . Good.

[neighsaying]

[ Eren gave him no amount of grief about it - even here, in a place where death isn't permanent, he said losing Jean would hurt him. Jean could say the same about Eren, and about Dolph.

He smiles, a little, moving his hands to curl against Dolph's chin. He's used to being the 'human' amongst people who are more than, and he keeps up just fine. ]

I'll try to be more careful. Promise.

[laserhawk]

[ he shakes his head. ]

You got this protecting someone you love. Asking you to do otherwise wouldn't be fair to you.

[neighsaying]

I know. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. But I was caught off guard, and I'll do better than that next time.

[ He wraps his arms over Dolph's shoulders yet again, placing a kiss to his forehead. ]

You both care about me. I wouldn't want to put you through that.

[laserhawk]

[ yeah. he's not sure he could survive another loss like that. killing alex was the worst thing he had ever done. and dolph didn't want to come back from it. he simply lacked the choice.

he's not sure what he'd do now. ]

I know.

me with my eventual plans to have jean die protecting someone:

[neighsaying]

[ Even with the knowledge they come back from death, going through it is traumatic. Jean wouldn't want to put Dolph through that, nor Eren.

He leans down a little more to press a kiss to Dolph's lips. ]

Help me out of the rest of this? Unless you'd rather just cuddle.

[ It's said with no judgement. ]

oooh

[laserhawk]

[ that relaxes him and he returns the kiss. ]

I'll have it off soon.

[ true to his word, dolph gets to work, gentle but efficient. ]

i'm still trying to decide when/who/how and passed on this event bc eren already bit it LMAO

[neighsaying]

[ Jean doesn't try to slow Dolph down, but neither does he really help, either; he peppers kisses along Dolph's face and shoulders, only stepping out of his boots when it becomes necessary. The undersuit is soon removed, leaving him in the aforementioned briefs and thin undershirt.

He lets his hands tug against the back of Dolph's shirt, urging it up. ]

your time will come!!

[laserhawk]

[ dolph helps him with that as he crowds jean's space, running his hands over his chest and sides. ]

IT WILL

[neighsaying]

[ Jean lets his hands run over Dolph's chest and arms; yet again he's fascinated by the interplay of skin and metal, making sure to run his hand over Dolph's arm and give it a gentle squeeze, even if he knows that he couldn't really hurt Dolph no matter how hard he pressed there.

He presses another kiss to Dolph's lips, nipping at his mouth, leaning back against the counter nearby - utterly unhurried, as he lets his hands slip down to Dolph's pants to undo them. ]

rooting for you!!

[laserhawk]

[ he can't disguise the shiver. his prosthetics are always a source of unfamiliarity, even after all these years, like another person's body fixed on him. dolph doesn't hesitate though, letting those thoughts fade away, embracing the warmth building in his body. ]

me: will jean's tinkering arc make dolph more understanding of his prosthetics --

[neighsaying]

[ Dolph's pants are quickly undone and pushed down. Jean runs a hand over Dolph's front, teasing his hand against him, and then smiling a little. ]

We gonna mess up your counter? Or do you think the bed might be more comfortable.

m.maybe??

[laserhawk]

[ dolph lets out a soft whine. ]

I don't give a fuck about the counter or anything else in this house. But the bed's probably better.

[neighsaying]

[ Jean laughs, and the sound is light, reaching around to squeeze Dolph's ass teasingly. ]

All right, all right - who's the younger one here?

[ It's a light tease, but he reaches out to thread their fingers together and tugs Dolph towards where he knows the bedroom is. ]

[laserhawk]

[ a low chuckle as he's pulled along. ]

Maybe you make me feel young.

[neighsaying]

Better than making you feel old.

[ Sometimes Jean feels old, when he talks to some of the people here. The people who come from normal worlds without the threat of danger. But also, Levi and Erwin have told him he can't feel old at twenty, so he tries not to dwell on it.

Once they are in the bedroom, Jean's quick to tug Dolph close again, kissing him. ]

Mm, I want to ride you. Would that be okay?

[ There's some hesitancy just because Jean has historically topped, and he has no problems with that. But now he wants to be a little greedy, for once. ]