[ 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.
Princess Kirstein has a certain ring to it, I'll admit.
[ He catches Dolph with another kiss on the mouth, incorrigible. Then he smiles at him. ]
Thank you for taking care of me.
[ If Dolph wants to take a look at his leg closer, he doesn't seem to have pulled anything, though the scar is still angry and inflamed. It took a couple sessions with Levi to fully close. ]
[ dolph lays him down gently, noticing the scar. he lays a hand on it, hoping his power helps with the inflammation. he never cared about his real abilities, but one of the first things he did was ensure he had his full healing capability. ]
[ Jean actually straightens a bit when Dolph presses his hand over it, some of the ache fading. He'd never thought to ask, especially since it seemed to have strained Levi pretty badly.
Yet again, he wonders if he could ask for a second potion - make up the lack of Mikasa at home. ]
Well, you're doing a great job. I don't think it has any specific rules. Not like when you're sick; then you have to make soup.
[ When Dolph lays next to him, Jean reaches out to take one of his hands. Or, if Dolph wants to cuddle up to him, he'll gladly encourage him to do so as well. ]
Soup, blankets. She would read from a storybook when I was younger, so I guess I'd read to you if you got sick.
[ It's so, so not likely this is what Jean got when he was sick in the military, but let him have this. ]
[ dolph sidles close, threading their fingers together. he wonders if his own mother ever did that. he was taken so young . . . he doesn't remember anything about her. not her voice, not her face. not even the surety of whether she sold him or not.
he'll never know. so it's nice that jean does. that those memories keep him warm. ]
I'd like that. I don't think I've fallen sick before.
[ not in the natural sense. he had been sick from the experiments and what else eden had done, for sure. but the point is that dolph's body can handle a lot. ]
Well, I'll treat you to the full effect sometime. So you don't have to wait until you get sick.
[ If he even can, given that he doesn't remember being so before. Eren, too, never got sick during training, and Jean hated him for it - now that he knows why, it's a little more sobering.
But, like this, worn out and with Dolph curled up next to him, Jean's eyes fall closed. He falls asleep impressively quickly for all that he's been through today, hand still clasping Dolph's tightly. ]
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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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[ What he's really saying is that he loves him, of course, but he leans his head against Dolph's shoulder with a grin. ]
And eventually, my thigh is going to complain about sitting this way, but I refuse to move any sooner.
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Let me help you with that.
[ picking up jean gently is easy enough for dolph. he's pretty strong after all and the metal arm helps. ]
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I'm getting the real princess treatment now.
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[ dolph gives him a peck on the cheek. ]
i know what his drag name would be now
[ He catches Dolph with another kiss on the mouth, incorrigible. Then he smiles at him. ]
Thank you for taking care of me.
[ If Dolph wants to take a look at his leg closer, he doesn't seem to have pulled anything, though the scar is still angry and inflamed. It took a couple sessions with Levi to fully close. ]
lmao
You're welcome.
I've never really taken care of anyone before.
prince-cis kirstein
Yet again, he wonders if he could ask for a second potion - make up the lack of Mikasa at home. ]
Well, you're doing a great job. I don't think it has any specific rules. Not like when you're sick; then you have to make soup.
[ From the quirk of his lips, that's a tease. ]
dfgdfg
[ dolph repeats a little absently, not quite understanding. ]
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[ There's a moment where he debates on if he should say anything, knowing that Dolph's history is much different, then: ]
Whenever I got sick - my mom would make me soup so I'd feel better. So when people I care about are sick, I do the same thing.
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That sounds nice. Soup . . . and blankets, I'm guessing?
[ he has no real experiences to match that, just vague impressions from soaps and movies about the subject. ]
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Soup, blankets. She would read from a storybook when I was younger, so I guess I'd read to you if you got sick.
[ It's so, so not likely this is what Jean got when he was sick in the military, but let him have this. ]
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he'll never know. so it's nice that jean does. that those memories keep him warm. ]
I'd like that. I don't think I've fallen sick before.
[ not in the natural sense. he had been sick from the experiments and what else eden had done, for sure. but the point is that dolph's body can handle a lot. ]
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[ If he even can, given that he doesn't remember being so before. Eren, too, never got sick during training, and Jean hated him for it - now that he knows why, it's a little more sobering.
But, like this, worn out and with Dolph curled up next to him, Jean's eyes fall closed. He falls asleep impressively quickly for all that he's been through today, hand still clasping Dolph's tightly. ]