[ he hesitates, the truth of club quartz on the tip of his tongue. alex saved me in front of a club and it changed my life forever, so I manufactured another club just like it.
he can't. he feels too pathetic to even voice it.
instead dolph clears his throat. ]
It's . . . new. To me. I've never brought anything . . . good to anyone.
[ He catches the hesitation, but he doesn't press for now. Instead he just returns his hand to his neck, letting his thumbs press into what feel like tense spots. ]
Well, that's one good thing. The other good thing is you make me happy, even when you're sad.
[ he doesn't want to kill the mood. he's good for jean. maybe a few other people. but that's a far cry from being good for anyone and everyone. he presses a kiss to jean's chin. ]
[ Little baby steps, Dolph. Being good for a few people is better than none, after all.
Jean turns his head to kiss Dolph again. He catches the dodge of that question, after all, but he's not going to press right now. Like Dolph, he doesn't want to kill the mood for now.
Instead, he finds the discarded lube with one hand, only pulling away to pop the cap. He's not so suave he can do this without looking, so he looks down to get some onto his fingers. He rests his clean hand on Dolph's shoulder, leaning into to kiss him again as he reaches back behind himself. ]
[ dolph leans back. he gets to watch. this used to be alex's position. alex liked to watch. he wonders now that perhaps he should have asked more. said more. for now, he's content. this is what jean wants, but dolph finds this is what he wants to. a change in position.
[ Jean doesn't know he's reversing a position Alex used to have, often. He likes touching Dolph, getting involved, but there's something fun about having him sit back and watch. It appeases the vain part of Jean's brain that he tries not to feed much.
So when he pushes his fingers inside himself, he groans - not playing it up but not hiding how it makes him feel, either. He lets himself lean over Dolph as he opens himself up, to watch his reactions to Jean working himself open.
It doesn't take overly long - he has bottomed for Eren before, after all - but his cheeks are flushed when he reaches for the lube again, this time to coat Dolph's cock. ]
[ dolph's hands slide over jean's hips before moving towards his cock. there's no reason for him to be idle after all. his palms move down to rove over jean's thighs, squeezing them gently in anticipation. ]
my brain is like so tired from D&D so just one tag
[ Jean gives a soft moan of appreciation at the hands touching his cock, and then down over his thighs. He gives a gentle squeeze before he strokes Dolph's cock, a cheeky grin crossing his expression. ]
[ Still, he appreciates hearing it. He ducks his head down to kiss Dolph again before he leans up. He rests on his heels as he lines Dolph up, sinking down on his cock with an appreciative groan.
Like this, the muscles in his thighs stand out as he lowers himself down, finally settling against him with a little whine. ]
[ oh. the groan that leaves his throat is nothing short of wrecked. the feel of jean, the warm heat hits him like a brick. his palms grip jean's hips, thumb brushing over his sides. ]
[ Dolph feels amazing inside him; more than that it's a reminder they're both here. Dolph is okay, and with him, and Jean is fine. Even with his injured thigh already protesting a little, he's not going to give this up.
He catches one hand on his side, threading their fingers together and raising it to his mouth, kissing the knuckles. At the same time, he squeezes around Dolph, raising himself up and then sinking down again with a ragged groan. ]
[ dolph moans in turn, sitting up a little so he can gently twist jean's arm towards his lips and press a kiss to his knuckles as well. he rolls his hips slowly. ]
[ He doesn't resist Dolph moving his arm at all. The smile on his face goes even wider - a little 'dopey' some might call it, but Jean doesn't care. There's no preening about appearances to be had here, as much as he likes flattery.
With Dolph rolling his hips up into him, though, Jean's eyes flutter closed, using the other hand to brace himself as he rocks down. ]
Please.
[ He's not begging, really, for anything, but it feels like words burst out of him anyway as he starts a slow rhythm. ]
[ dolph hears him loud and clear, slowly picking up rhythm as he thrusts upward. he keeps his grip tight around jean's wait, his palm like a warm brand. he leaves a quiet trail of kisses up jean's chest. ]
[ Yet again, gear training comes into use in the strangest ways - despite the ache in his leg, he can move with Dolph easily. But, he lets himself lean into the grip around his waist, the kisses covering his chest. He only shakes his head to get sweat-damp hair out of his face before he catches Dolph's lips in a kiss.
He rocks down, squeezing against Dolph, moaning softly when they find the right angle to graze over his prostate. ]
[ it feels so good, the slick heat. jean feels so good. being together physically is nothing new, but there's an added intensity to it now, now that jeans loves him and dolph — dolph loves him too, even if he struggled to say it. he hopes his touch, his movement, his body can say it for him until the words can come. ]
[ There is something different and intense about it - Jean won't even pretend otherwise. The knowledge that Dolph is his, in a way he wasn't before. The selfish part of Jean's brain revels in it; the part of himself that gives away pieces to love is happy to have it returned.
He knows Dolph does, even if he can't say it. Even if he never says it, his expressions say it loud and clear.
It doesn't take much longer, between Dolph's thrusts and Jean's movements. His hands move to grip onto Dolph's shoulders as he arches his back, letting out a loud groan as he comes, cock jerking and spilling over Dolph's stomach and Jean's thighs. ]
[ it doesn't take long for dolph to follow him with a strangled cry, overwhelmed by it all. it takes him a moment to catch his breath, but he reaches up to kiss jean passionately, wrapping his arms around his back. ]
[ Jean has no plans to go anywhere but here. Even sticky and sweaty, he leans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dolph, humming into the kiss in a pleased, sated manner. ]
[ he likes that sound. feels it travel down to his chest. he did that. he can make people happy. he doesn't care about the sweat or anything else. just jean. he wants to fill his heart with the sound. ]
[ He can have as much of the sound as he can stand, considering Jean has no plans to move from his spot. Even with his thigh aching a little (twitching, not that he's paying it any mind), he wouldn't move for the world.
He can't help but joke, though, pulling back a little to nip at his mouth. ] So that's why you like it so much when I do it.
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he can't. he feels too pathetic to even voice it.
instead dolph clears his throat. ]
It's . . . new. To me. I've never brought anything . . . good to anyone.
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Well, that's one good thing. The other good thing is you make me happy, even when you're sad.
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I'm glad I do.
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So, there you go. You're good for people, without having to fight to prove it.
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Maybe.
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Jean turns his head to kiss Dolph again. He catches the dodge of that question, after all, but he's not going to press right now. Like Dolph, he doesn't want to kill the mood for now.
Instead, he finds the discarded lube with one hand, only pulling away to pop the cap. He's not so suave he can do this without looking, so he looks down to get some onto his fingers. He rests his clean hand on Dolph's shoulder, leaning into to kiss him again as he reaches back behind himself. ]
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being equals here and now. ]
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So when he pushes his fingers inside himself, he groans - not playing it up but not hiding how it makes him feel, either. He lets himself lean over Dolph as he opens himself up, to watch his reactions to Jean working himself open.
It doesn't take overly long - he has bottomed for Eren before, after all - but his cheeks are flushed when he reaches for the lube again, this time to coat Dolph's cock. ]
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my brain is like so tired from D&D so just one tag
Feels like you're pretty ready.
take it easy <33
I'm ready for you.
but TAKE IT
[ Still, he appreciates hearing it. He ducks his head down to kiss Dolph again before he leans up. He rests on his heels as he lines Dolph up, sinking down on his cock with an appreciative groan.
Like this, the muscles in his thighs stand out as he lowers himself down, finally settling against him with a little whine. ]
💦
💦 💦
He catches one hand on his side, threading their fingers together and raising it to his mouth, kissing the knuckles. At the same time, he squeezes around Dolph, raising himself up and then sinking down again with a ragged groan. ]
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With Dolph rolling his hips up into him, though, Jean's eyes flutter closed, using the other hand to brace himself as he rocks down. ]
Please.
[ He's not begging, really, for anything, but it feels like words burst out of him anyway as he starts a slow rhythm. ]
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dat back
He rocks down, squeezing against Dolph, moaning softly when they find the right angle to graze over his prostate. ]
M'close, just a little bit more -
it's so good right
[ it feels so good, the slick heat. jean feels so good. being together physically is nothing new, but there's an added intensity to it now, now that jeans loves him and dolph — dolph loves him too, even if he struggled to say it. he hopes his touch, his movement, his body can say it for him until the words can come. ]
yes and also he really needs a backrub eventually
He knows Dolph does, even if he can't say it. Even if he never says it, his expressions say it loud and clear.
It doesn't take much longer, between Dolph's thrusts and Jean's movements. His hands move to grip onto Dolph's shoulders as he arches his back, letting out a loud groan as he comes, cock jerking and spilling over Dolph's stomach and Jean's thighs. ]
yesss
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He can't help but joke, though, pulling back a little to nip at his mouth. ] So that's why you like it so much when I do it.
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I like you. That's all there is to it.
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i know what his drag name would be now
lmao
prince-cis kirstein
dfgdfg
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