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WHO: older!Jean & Eren
WHAT: ...sex, let's be real
WARNING(S): yep

Despite being as high in rank as Jean was, that didn't stop him from having days of endless frustration and impatience dealing with people's bullshit. Meetings were rather routine for him nowadays but it baffled him how humans continued to be morons about repeated subjects, especially when it came to expeditions and what to do next. Some days he just couldn't take it and would blow up on someone, his big mouth doing the work for him, but other days he learned to hold himself back, not wanting to get the Corps into further trouble. They were constantly on icy water as it was, even with the progress they'd made, and Jean hardly wanted to make it worse.

By some miracle, he managed to keep himself composed even as he was told his efforts were fruitless. Sometime between keeping himself from punching the MP soldier in the face and lunch time, he figured out what would help. Something to look forward to at the end of the day. Something to help relieve this damn stress.

He was officially out of scheduled meetings by 5:00 pm when he immediately went onto training grounds to find Eren. He knew the other man would probably be there with recruits to help them train, and with some distracting greetings to surprised soldiers, he finally found the person he was looking for. Just watching from a distance was more than enough to fuel Jean's needs and after a few minutes of observing and letting them finish up, he walked across the field to approach his long-term lover.

"Eren," he started, nodding at the hasty salutes the young trainees gave their commander after popping up so unexpectedly. "I need a word with you, if you have the time." Jean tried to keep his professional demeanor composed but for someone like Eren who knew him so intimately, the terseness in his tone and the way he fidgeted on his feet were probably big signs that he had more in mind.

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Even though he liked playing the moral support role, there were times that Eren was glad he had other duties to attend to when meetings were being held. Jean brought him along sometimes as added muscle to intimidate the other Corps commanders, or to remind them he had more to work with than they thought.

But today, there were newbies to train.

Honestly he rather enjoyed scuffing around in the dirt with them. They liked to test their strength against his, and he didn't mind showing them a few moves he'd learned over the years. Hand to hand combat wasn't something they did often, but it was a good way to unwind..and it never hurt to be ready.

Eren had one kid in a headlock, making an example of him to the others when he caught a whiff of the commander. He grinned, letting go of the boy and snapping to attention. Their relationship wasn't a secret, but he felt it was important to keep up the appearance of formality between them when they were out among 'the troops', as it were. Still...Jean's words and body language were telling. He was tired, stressed, and Eren was the best person to help him fix that.

“Alright newbies,” he said, turning to their recruits. “Five laps around the compound, then hit the mess.” He shooed them off and turned back to Jean. “Went that bad, huh?”

He waited until the others listened to their captain and ran off before sighing a bit, nodding with that same tenseness. "But you'll be proud, I kept myself from actually punching someone." This time was left unsaid, an incident of him snapping during his first year as an inexperienced commander still haunting him to this day. He liked to think he was better at controlling himself now. Admittedly, he couldn't always do it alone though. He relied on Eren's support more than he probably should but it kept him sane and most days that was the most important thing.

Seeing Eren roughed up and sweaty from helping the recruits with combat for the afternoon only encouraged Jean to rely on Eren now too, though in a different way. Still keeping up appearances, his eyes did a quick sweep down his lover's body, before flickering back onto his eyes.

"Let's go inside. I'll fill you in," he said and turned without looking back, leading the way inside the main building that also housed his office and suite.

“Hey good job,” Eren said with a grin. He clapped Jean on the shoulder, though his hand remained a second longer to give him a gentle squeeze. He was proud of Jean, in every sense. To go as far as he had took guts and a lot of work, and Eren was more than happy to back him the whole way.

Nodding, he followed the other man inside, glad for the relative cool of the building. It wasn't hot, just warmer in the direct sun. Plus throwing a bunch of kids around worked up a hell of a sweat. He felt a little gross, but he'd live. Jean needed his attention right now...possibly in more ways than one. He hadn't missed that quick but hungry glance, and he'd be lying if he said the sight of Jean in his dress uniform didn't get to him a bit too.

“Please tell me they aren't cutting our budget again,” he said, making small talk. “Recruitment's up, we need that money to keep these kids fed and clothed.” He scoffed, lip curling slightly. “Or do the MP bastards need new lacy undies?”

The image Eren's teasing offered made him laugh and cringe at once. "Thankfully, I was able to convince them to continue funding us for a few more months," he said while walking down the hall that branched off of the main entrance, ascending to the second floor. "With the major successes of our last few expeditions, they couldn't find much reason to refuse."

Though the fact that Jean kept having to convince them was frustrating.

When they reached the door of his (honestly their) room, Jean was quick to step in first, lingering just a step or two inside. He waited for Eren to follow and shut the door before turning around and suddenly backing him up against it, that hunger he'd been trying so hard to hide finally bursting forth.

"Needless to say, I'm really fucking stressed out," he practically growled, arms on either side of his lover against the door as he pressed his body up against his. "And I need you to fuck me."

To the point.

Eren's heightened senses had tried to warn him. His lover's overall aura was different, warmer, every visible muscle tense. And his scent...that part he did notice. It was hard to miss, intoxicating as it was. It made his heart race and his stomach twist. Licking his lips a little, he headed passed him into the room...

Then groaned softly when the blond shoved him back. His hands fell to Jean's hips and hauled him close almost immediately, needing to feel the warmth of his body flush to his own.

“Yessir,” he purred, smirking. “Think I can handle an order like that.”

Leaning close, he kissed Jean firmly, one hand sliding to press to the small of his back. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, tongue pushing into Jean's mouth to taste him. Damn. Eren could already feel himself getting aroused. He pressed his hips firmly to Jean's breaking the kiss with a gasping moan.

“Nng can't believe you do this to me.”

He idly wondered how obvious he'd been with how quickly Eren reacted but he was grateful for it the moment hands and lips were on him, immediately feeling the kind of relief he'd been needing all afternoon. Maybe it was a little pathetic but everyone had different ways of coping, and while Jean didn't always demand sex when he was stressed out, sometimes he just fucking needed it.

Jean's body leaned into Eren's against the door, hands sliding appreciatively up the curve of his torso, muffling moans into his mouth as he returned slow grinds. The smell of sweat and dirt was clear, the heat from the sun still warming Eren's skin, but it was all such a turn on right now, Jean didn't want to change him for anything.

"You're one to talk," he murmured with a firmer press of his groin against Eren's, already half-hard from thinking about this for hours and finally feeling his lover against him. Hands fumbled with the complicated uniform, unclasping and tugging at leather and cloth, trying to remove as much as he could from Eren's upper body. "I've been thinking about this since lunch."

“Poor thing,” Eren breathed. He moved his hands to help Jean with his clothes, then turned his attention to the blond's uniform. It looked good, sure, but it would look so much better on the floor right now. Which was where he pushed it to, wanting to get his hands on Jean's chest and belly. He flicked a thumb over his nipple, gently pushing him back.

“Bed,” he said simply.

He pushed away from the door, kicking his boots off and unfastening his belt to push his pants from his hips. The bulge in the front was too obvious to miss now, but he opted to let Jean unwrap that little 'present'.

“Got something I want to try,” he said, placing their oil bottle on the side table before looking to his lover. He smirked, stepping close to kiss the back of his neck, hands caressing any bare skin he could reach. “Long as you're up for a good long stretch of me, reminding you how much I love you in slow. Agonizing. Detail.” He pressed a kiss to his skin with every word, the last one falling behind his ear.

Backing up gladly toward the bed, Jean removed his boots and belts similarly to Eren, eyes following his lover until he pushed up behind him. He could feel the large bulge already poking at his backside and took the opportunity to grind back against it, eyes closing as he accepted his kisses. Just the thought of Eren giving him that kind of attention made him moan softly, loving how he knew just what he needed when he needed it most.

"I'm always... always up for that," he chuckled, hand stroking over one of Eren's forearms before grasping his hand and pushing it down toward his own groin, past the loose cloth of his uniform pants to make him palm his growing arousal. "If it wasn't obvious already."

“I like obvious,” Eren almost purred. He took Jean's length in hand, rubbing his thumb along the underside slowly. He stayed close, kissing Jean's neck and shoulder while stroking him firmly. Still, he'd need to do more for what he had in mind.

Sliding his hand free, he pushed Jean's pants off his hips, caressing his legs as he knelt to tugs his pants all the way to the floor. He gave the head of his length a teasing lick before he stood, reaching for the bottle of oil. As he coated his fingers, he stepped close to Jean again, pressing a firm and hungry kiss to his mouth once more. Both arms circled him once the oil was on the table again, and his slick fingers slid down the cleft of his ass to press against his hole.

“So warm,” he breathed. “Mmm...And damn you taste good.”

Jean's need was clear by the way he so easily complied to Eren's touches and wordless demands, letting his lover do what he had planned without question. He trusted Eren more than anyone and was willing to hand himself over to him for right now, needing to feel this for an hour or so. His own arms circled around Eren's shoulders when he pressed up close, spreading his legs a bit wider for his fingers and rubbing forward against his still-clothed dick.

"What're you planning?" He finally asked when curiosity got the best of him, peppering hungry kisses against his lips before letting him talk, one hand scratching nails lightly up the back of Eren's neck.

“You sound like me,” he teased. “Being impatient.” He kissed him softly, fingers curling to press against his hole. He pressed one into him slowly, just breaching the outer ring of muscle as he did.

“First,” he purred, “I'm going to push my fingers into you..one by one.” He pressed his finger a little deeper, arm flexing against his lover's side as he did. “I'll stretch you out, open you up..” He kissed over his jaw and gave his ear a nibble. “Mm make sure you're good and ready for me...

“Then,” he went on, pulling Jean a little closer. “I'm going to sit on the bed, pull you into my lap, and impale you.” He pressed his own considerable bulge against Jean's leg, groaning lowly. “Nn..probably with your back to me, so I can hold you and get deep inside you.”

Damn it, his boyfriend was ridiculously sexy when he got like this, something learned over the years and not possible when they were just teens. He'd grown up a lot and Jean loved what they had now, sex aside - but he had to admit that their sex lives were pretty damn great.

He bit his lip with a muffled sound when the first finger entered, listening to Eren's plans for him and clinging closer to him. His body tightened around the intrusion when he heard something he liked, grinding forward still as he let out a shaky breath.

"You've thought of this before?" He asked while a hand slid down Eren's arm and then his side, down toward his pants which he's quick to push down the rest of the way for his lover's length to spring free. He palms it and strokes with slow movements, tightening around his finger again at the thought of having this buried deep inside of him. "Fuck... I want it."

Kicking his pants aside, he stepped close to get skin on skin contact with him. He almost purred as Jean touched his length. Such firm, decisive hands. Eren loved them. He rocked into his grip, making a low noise as he did.

“Heh...dream I've had a couple times,” he said. His voice was a breathy rumble, gusting too hot breaths over Jean's skin. “I dream about you a lot...S'why I wake you up before dawn sometimes.” Other times he let his lover sleep and took care of his own problems. Jean knew about his overactive libido, so he didn't really feel guilty about it. His thoughts were always on Jean, and only Jean.

“Love you,” he added, pressing a kiss to his cheek before catching his lips in a firm press. He hugged the other man tighter to him, shifting his arm to allow him to push his finger in deeper than before. Thrusting it lightly, he kissed his lover deeply, passionately, rocking his hips slowly against him.

Everything was already so intense that Jean was finding it difficult to concentrate on any one thing, so overwhelmed by Eren's desire to make him feel good. Over the years their passion only grew but he knew that came with the fact that they were in love, trusting one another more than anyone else. He wouldn't have it any other way. They were lucky to have made it this far.

Moaning against his open mouth, Jean's hand squeezed Eren's length again before letting go to scratch blunt nails up his ribs, looping behind to his back until one could grab onto long hair pushed up into a messy half-bun, clinging to it as he tugged and scratched along his scalp in encouragement. Jean's body rolled back into that finger to accommodate, eventually making an impatient sound against a kiss.

"Do another, I can take it," he reminded breathlessly, rocking his hips away to pull the finger out for him, before pushing back in insistent nudges. They'd been together for so long that this kind of blatant intimacy didn't embarrass Jean anymore, willing to tell his partner what he wanted and how, and he knew he'd receive the same in return.

Eren reached back to yank his hair loose, giving it a shake to scatter it over his shoulders. He wanted Jean's hands in it, tugging and pulling and hanging on for dear life. Licking his lips, he pressed a kiss to Jean's cheek and muttered soft affections against it.

His hand shifted, a second finger pressing against his hole. The way the blond moved put clout to his words, and Eren was not about to make him wait a second longer than he had to. He pressed, prodded, then pushed the second digit into him. His own hips rocked forward, urging Jean back a bit as he did. He couldn't help it, his lover fucking himself on his fingers was sexy as hell.

“You can take more than that,” he said. A third finger teased his hole but didn't press inward yet. He thrust both fingers, curling them a bit before spreading them apart. “Mm...You feel so good, Jean.” He bit at his neck lightly, grinding into him as his hand moved. “I can't wait to be inside you..”

As much as Jean enjoyed topping Eren, the days when they switched it up always reminded him of how good Eren was at doing this, at making him feel pleasure yet loved at the same time. It was almost like they took care of one another more than anything and that in itself was special.

He moaned at the curve of his fingers rubbing him in all the right ways, unable to help himself when he pushed back onto them again and again. It was a little awkward standing up but Jean didn't care, too consumed by pleasure already.

"Soon... fuck, soon," he breathed, tilting his head to let Eren attack kisses and nips along his neck more, his own hands sliding through Eren's hair to tug just as he wanted. He was so hard against him as they ground together; just feeling his lover's arousal pressed to his own made Jean tighten around his fingers again in anticipation. "You're definitely... bigger than some fingers though."

It took a couple of steadying breaths for him to keep it together as his lover squeezed around him like that. Just fucking fantastic. Panting softly, he pushed his fingers deep into him, thrusting them against him. Times like this, when Jean wanted him to take him, his eagerness was a curse. He wanted to be inside him now..but he didn't want to hurt him. And as big as Eren was? That was a real possibility.

“I want you,” he moaned, pushing the third finger into him. It was a little fast, but he kept them still, letting Jean's body stretch to accommodate without extra pushing or stretching. “Can't be in you fast enough..”

Soon, he reminded himself. Once he felt the blond relax from the initial shock of entry, he slowly moved his fingers, careful to rub and press against his insides as he did. His hand turned a little, fingers splaying and pressing everywhere he could reach.

The third finger ached at first but Jean knew the feeling and how it would soon settle into something much more satisfying. He inhaled sharply and pressed his forehead to Eren's shoulder, mouthing there as he shook and relaxed at last, only to feel Eren's fingers move steadily inside of him.

"Fuck..." he rolled his hips back once the ache turned into an enjoyable pressure, breathing hard against Eren's skin, rolling back and forth between his boyfriend's hand and body. "I'd much rather have your dick."

One arm still wrapped around Eren's shoulders, his other hand slid down between them to grasp at his lover's length again, stroking and squeezing in slow, deliberate touches. "It's so... so much better."

His hips jerked into Jean's hand, a low groan leaving him as he moved. He thrust his fingers against him, trying to spread his fingers a little more. He wanted that heat around him, wanted to feel the tightness on his cock, wanted to hold Jean close as he filled him in the very best way possible. He couldn't wait a second longer. He needed him.

“Think you're ready?” he panted. His hand thrust again, fingers splaying as wide as he could manage before drawing back. “Because I need you...” He pushed into his hand again, moaning thickly as his length pressed into Jean's hand. “I want to be inside you...” His free hand grasped at him and pulled him closer. He nosed at his cheek and jaw, pressing firm kisses to his skin.

“Let me take you, Jean,” he almost growled. “let me fill you..let me complete you.” It was cheesy as hell, but Jean had most likely come to expect that from his lover.

Every thrust into his body made Jean groan and his toes curl, breathing hard against Eren's skin. Already, he wanted him so badly it hurt, hand pumping his lover's length a little faster as eagerness took over. Cheesy or not, Eren's words got to him.

"Yes, fuck, yes I'm ready," he murmured, knowing he could always use more preparation but the hell if he wanted to wait. He trusted Eren to be careful. Biting his shoulder gently, he forced himself to pull away from Eren's hands enough to nudge him toward the bed, body flushed with arousal and so damn ready for him.

Eren kissed him almost roughly on the mouth, moaning against it and giving his lip a little nibble before he pulled away. Licking his lips, he slowly drew his fingers out as Jean moved...and damn but he loved to watch him move. Every inch of his body was so beautiful, so perfect..

He almost jumped onto the bed, grabbing up the bottle of oil as he did. A liberal amount was applied to the dark skin of his cock, and a few strokes had it glistening and quivering, aching for his lover's body. He motioned Jean over to him, licking his lips and making no move to hide his hungry gaze. Jean wanted this, he wanted this..and it had been just long enough since the last time they'd done this that he was really, REALLY eager for it.

Jean knelt onto the bed beside him and watched as Eren oiled himself up, wanting so badly to touch or suck him but at the same time, he wanted what Eren promised even more. Leaning down to kiss him briefly, he bit Eren's bottom lip with a teasing smirk as he pulled back, moving to straddle his waist backwards. Eren's girth already pressed up between his cheeks and Jean purposefully ground back against it, sliding it back and forth with enough pressure to even make him moan.

"Should I lie down?" He asked breathlessly, looking over his shoulder to watch Eren as he continued to slowly rock against him.

“Just lean back on me,” he said softly. One hand rested on his hip, squeezing and rubbing firmly as he maneuvered him a little. His free hand held onto his length, lightly tapping it against his skin before guiding it into place. He felt Jean's body give as his hole brushed over the head of his length, and everything in him wanted to force the blond down onto him.

Instead, the hand on his hip pushed down, guiding Jean to slide down onto him. He'd made sure there was enough oil on him to ease the process. He grit his teeth as his lover's hole slowly stretched around the head of his length. Slow, he told himself, breathe.

“Aah, Jean,” he groaned once the head was inside him. “Mmf geez...so tight.”

Jean nodded and shifted until he could comfortably lean back into Eren's broad chest, trusting him to move him as he wished. There was something wholly vulnerable about this position, requiring a lot of trust and relaxation around his partner, both of which Jean had completely. Feeling his lover's body intimately pressed against his own was amazing enough, so the moment his length pushed against him... he felt his thighs tremble.

"Eren..." he breathed out as he sunk inside of him slowly, having to control himself from pushing down at once. Just the head was a slight burn but nothing bad, and after a few moments he relaxed around him and slid down another inch, groaning lewdly as he did. "S-Shit, why's it been so fucking long?"

“Don't pretend you don't like it,” Eren purred. He nibbled on his lover's ear, moaning around the soft flesh in his teeth. His hand moved from his length to drape over Jean's thigh. Once he was further down on him, he rubbed hid fingers along the underside of the blond's length, smearing oil over it.

Inch by inch, he guided his lover down on him, somewhat glad for how hard it was for him to move in this position. Otherwise his hips would be jerking frantically. Lower and lower until finally, he felt his lover's ass press against his hips, his hole stretched tightly around his base as he was fully sheathed in him. He panted his name a few times, wrapping his arm around the blond to just hold him.

“This feels so good,” he groaned, rubbing his lover's belly slowly. “Mm..tell me how it feels for you.”

Edited 2014-11-28 04:44 (UTC)