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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Jean_Kirstein/Eren_Yeager, Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager, Jean_Kirstein/Erwin
      Smith, Jean_Kirstein/Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Jean_Kirstein, Eren_Yeager, Erwin_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Porn, Porn_with_Feelings, Cuddles, Under-Desk_Blow_Jobs, Blow_Jobs,
      Rimming, Face-Fucking, Spanking, Dirty_Talk, Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Series:
      Part 11 of Crack_ships_and_rare_ships
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-06 Chapters: 14/14 Words: 14408
****** NSFW OTP 30 (actually only 14) Days Challenge ******
by Bittodeath
Summary
     So you know the 30 Days NSFW OTP Challenge? Well that's it, except it
     is only the first 14. With Erwin, Eren and Jean.
Notes
     So I had started it a while ago but I gave up halfway, still I don't
     want what's already written to rot in my files so here it is. 14
     chapters of pure sin.
     1. Cuddles (naked) – Erwin x Jean x Eren
     2. Kiss (naked) – Eren x Jean
     3. First time – Erwin x Eren
     4. Masturbation – Jean
     5. Blow job – Erwin x Jean (ft. Eren)
     6. Clothed getting off – Eren x Jean
     7. Dressed/naked (half dressed) – Erwin x Eren
     8. Skype sex – Jean x Eren (ft. Erwin) (modern AU – student!Jean,
     student!Eren, teacher!Erwin))
     9. Against the wall – Erwin x Jean
     10. Doggy style – Eren x Jean
     11. Dom/sub – Erwin & Eren x Jean
     12. Fingering – Eren x Jean
     13. Rimming – Erwin x Eren
     14. 69 – Eren x Jean
***** Cuddles - Jean/Eren/Erwin *****
Eren was laying on his stomach, his arms above his head, his breathing already
calm, as if he was falling asleep. He was looking at Jean, who was on his back,
an arm over his eyes and his legs parted as Erwin cleaned him with a damp
towel. His breathing was even, but Eren knew he was awake from the way his
fingers twitched under Erwin’s touch. The Commander brought the towels back to
the bathroom and came back to lay in his bed – a large bed, more than twice the
usual size of a bed. He almost collapsed, smiling in the glee of after-sex.
Eren moved slowly to lean his head against the strong, broad chest of the
Commander, feeling him heave with each breath. Jean looked at them and snuggled
to Erwin from the other side, his fingers entwining with Eren’s over Erwin’s
heart.
He liked the warmth he felt against his two lovers – something he had never
expected. He had been more than surprised when he had accidentally discovered
the Commander and Eren’s relationship – when he had surprised them kissing
passionately in a dark corner of the HQ. And as much as he had wanted to make
fun of Eren for that, he just couldn’t disrespect Erwin. Needless to say he had
been more than surprised when Eren had told Erwin he was taking care of
everything, before pushing him against the wall and offering him a blowjob he
knew he would remember all his life. As much as he had wanted to use it against
Eren, he was now part of the story after moaning so shamelessly Erwin’s name.
Of course, Eren had been vexed, but it finally came to their polyamorous
relationship.
“What are you thinking about?” Erwin asked as he ran his fingers through Jean’s
two-toned hair.
“I was remembering how we came to this…”
“I still haven’t forgiven you for moaning another man’s name while your dick
was in my mouth”, Eren muttered sleepily.
Erwin laughed heartily and kissed Eren’s brown, soft hair. He was more than
happy with the way things were now, and didn’t regret offering a place in their
relationship to Jean. Concealing it from Levi and Mike had been impossible –
Levi knew him too well not to see it, and Mike’s damn nose gave him away – but
others officers didn’t even have an inkling, nor did other soldiers. However,
it was a common rumour that Eren and Jean, pushing aside their differences and
their arguments, fucked like beasts. Hell, more than just a rumour, it was
turning into some kind of legend, since other couples pinned what they did on
the two young men.
“I heard you two fucked in the trees with the help of your 3DM gears”, he said
in a stern voice – he had been there and he knew it wasn’t them, the voices
didn’t match.
“We didn’t”, Eren muttered, definitely drifting into a sweet sleep.
“But we did it in the showers”, Jean added.
He was always bragging about their sexual prowess, but acted incredibly shy
when it came to experimenting with Erwin. Eren was more… daring. Daring and
curious, always suggesting new things to try. Erwin looked at the green-eyed
boy, who was now sleeping soundly. He laughed softly and ruffled Jean’s hair.
“Sleep, dear. I’ll wake up the both of you tomorrow.”
“Mmh. G’d night”, Jean mumbled.
***** Kiss - Jean/Eren *****
They were supposed to sleep, next to each other in the dorm. They didn’t want
to. Not yet. Eren had been the first to take off his pyjamas when he had been
sure everyone was sleeping soundly. He heard the sheets rustle as Jean took off
his clothes as well. Everyone knew they had sex with each other, though no one
had actually seen nor heard them. Weighted gazes, fleeting touches and crude
jokes had given them away quite a long time ago. Perhaps also the awkward time
when they both had had a boner during dinner after what they thought was a
discreet footsie. Not so discreet since it had been the confirmation to the
rumours going on in the corridors.
They both rolled under the covers, searching in the dark to find the other and
finally, Eren’s hands were on Jean’s horse face. He rolled on top of him,
pressing a knee between his thighs as he nipped at his chin. He knew Jean was
weak to these erotic attentions and always made sure to give him plenty,
nibbling his skin and kissing, marking his body as his. Jean muffled a moan
and, gently, Eren kissed his lips. It was more than a peck, but not a French
kiss yet, it was somewhere between the two. His tongue darted and licked softly
Jean’s lips – soft and enticing – which parted to welcome him. His hands
fisting in his hair, Eren invaded his mouth, heated and willing, vanquishing
his tongue without waiting and submitting him to his will.
He could feel Jean’s body tensing under him, and the way the sheets were
weighing upon them – if anyone were to light a candle now, he would see them on
top of each other, naked to the waist with a cover hiding their lower halves.
Eren imposed his will to Jean, kissing him until he felt dizzy and finally
gasped for a much needed air. As much as they tried to keep it quiet, Jean was
always loud. Eren was able to let go, but he knew how to retain his moans and
cries of pleasure when needed – perhaps because he had been with Erwin for
longer than Jean had had a sexual life. Still, Jean was loud in the way his
lips parted from Eren and in the way he struggled to catch his breath, even the
way he muffled his moans made lewd sounds. Eren liked it much more than he
would have admitted; Jean was erotic, a thing he hadn’t discovered before
starting a relationship with him. Now that they were together, he saw Jean’s
sensuality in each of his moves – the light, very light sway in his hips when
he walked, his movements when he stripped naked to take a shower, the way his
body bent when he used the 3DMG…
Without saying a word, fearing someone would hear them, Eren started to nip at
Jean’s jaw, then slid along his neck, stopping on his jugular – Jean had a
strong survival instinct and the threat, though unsaid, never failed to have
him react. His hand slid along Jean’s cheekbone, careful not to touch his eye
as it had happened once. Then, he kissed his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his
eyes, his lips – whatever he could reach. He liked to kiss Jean, to feel his
defence weaken under his gentleness and to make sure he felt comfortable. He
was not stingy with his love and gave plenty of it, and it was probably what
had won over Jean’s heart. It had also made it easier the first time Jean
bottomed – with him, of course. As much as Erwin was sweet and lovely, Jean had
been very tensed with him at the beginning. He still was, sometimes. Eren was…
Eren. Jean wasn’t afraid with him, and the green eyed boy was a careful lover.
Eren slowly slid under the sheets and kissed his way on his chest and down to
his navel, making Jean shiver, then coming back to his mouth for a deep,
passionate kiss that left them panting quietly. Jean closed his arms around
Eren’s back, burying his face in his shoulder and sighing. He felt loved and
cherished, safe and sound, and there was not much more he needed to fall
asleep.
Eren mumbled a soft “good night” in his ear as he closed his eyes.
***** First Time - Erwin/Eren *****
Eren entered the room without waiting, looking around and finally turning to
look at Erwin.
“Well? Won’t you close the door and come closer?”
“Are you sure…”
“How many times should I repeat it? Yes, I want to have sex with you, yes, I
want my first time to be with you, so please now stop lingering and make love
to me.”
Erwin chuckled. He closed his bedroom’s door and bolted it – one was never too
careful – before getting closer to Eren. His arms slid around the young man’s
narrow waist and pulled him closer as he bent to kiss him.
“As much as I love making out with you in dark corners, that’s far from being
enough. I want more, Erwin.”
“When did you become this assertive and dropped the “Commander”?” Erwin replied
with a smile.
Eren blushed and looked away.
“I… Sorry, Commander.”
Erwin shook his head, a hand stroking his cheek.
“I love it when you call my name, just be careful in front of others.”
The soldier nodded and buried his face in the broad chest in front of him. He
loved Erwin’s smell, masculine and comforting. Surely, no one could believe he
was a monster after being this close to him, no.
“Do you want to take a bath?”
“I just took a shower”, Eren replied, “perhaps… after.”
The Commander nodded, his blue eyes usually so stern filled with love. He took
off his boots and his gear as Eren did the same, loosened his bolo tie and took
off his jacket. When he turned around, Eren was taking off his cotton shirt,
and he realized it was the first time he could actually see his half naked body
in the light. He knew how soft his skin was, but how it looked? No, he didn’t.
He couldn’t help but admire his supple and muscular body as he stripped naked.
The young man turned around, his green eyes sparkling, with nothing but his key
around his neck. Erwin stepped closer and kissed him passionately, ruffling his
brown hair as his strong and callous hands stroke and grope his youthful body.
“You don’t take off your clothes?” Eren asked in an already husked voice, eyes
filled with expectations as he felt the strong muscles under his shirt.
“Not yet. I want to take my time and keeping my clothes on is… an insurance.”
“I’m not fragile, you know,” Eren replied, “and even if I were hurt, I’d heal.”
“I don’t want you to be hurt, I want you to feel good. I thought you were
giving me your first time?”
Eren blushed slightly, looking away from Erwin’s blue eyes.
“Yes. I have no experience, so…”
“Then let me take the reign and stop arguing.”
He nodded and Erwin unbuttoned half of his shirt, letting him see his chest and
his scars. Eren’s curious fingers lingered on his skin, fascinated, feeling his
steady heartbeat. The Commander grabbed him and brought him on the large bed,
leaning him into the mass of pillows against the headboard. Eren couldn’t help
but chuckle at the thought that he was naked on his superior’s bed, with the
said superior kneeling over him. Erwin bent to kiss his lips, his hands running
in his sides, brushing his nipples and playing under his navel. Eren sighed,
ravelling in his touch, as his blond lover grazed the shell of his ear before
getting lower, pressing kisses to his neck, sliding to his chest and stopping
there. They exchanged a look and Erwin’s tongue poked his nipple, sending a
shiver down his spine. They both knew it was Eren’s weak spot, and that he
could come from being teased there – a memorable incident, indeed.
“N-No, Erwin, don’t…”
“Why shouldn’t I? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Eren wriggled under him and the older man laughed, his palms on his stomach. It
were strong, callous, big hands that could easily break him, but it felt safe.
Erwin resumed his kissing, stroking Eren’s thigh as he went there, brushing his
lips against his inner thigh and slightly bruising his skin. The young man
trembled more and more as he got closer to his groin, moaning softly when he
got there. Erwin stared at him, making sure he was alright, but his half-
erected cock was the only sign he needed. Slowly, he licked the underside and
Eren bit his lips to retain a loud moan. Never before Erwin had given him a
blowjob – mostly because if he was alright with the idea of being found sucking
off Erwin, having the Commander down on his knees for him was something he
valued too much to do it in the open. Well, to be perfectly honest, when
Erwin’s lips closed around the head, he knew they would definitely do it
hastily in a dark corner.
Eren’s body was now at full attention and Erwin backed down, opening his
nightstand to grab the vial of oil he had kept there for this moment. He poured
a generous amount on his fingers and warmed it up, Eren panting lightly under
him.
“Tell me if your uncomfortable, or if it hurts”, he said before bending anew,
kissing his member as his middle finger lightly stroke the green eyed boy’s
intimacy. Slowly, he worked his finger in, surprised by how relaxed Eren was.
He had thought a young virgin like him would be tense, but he was not – well,
not as much as he expected.
“It’s… strange”, Eren voiced in a slightly shaking voice.
Erwin added a second finger quite quickly and started to slowly scissoring him.
Eren’s pulse was fast, but steady, and he straightened to look at him, his
other hand on his hip.
“How is it? Does it hurt?”
“It’s… It feels quite good, actually, but…”
“Just a second”, Erwin said with a smile.
He searched for a few seconds and suddenly crooked his fingers, right into
Eren’s prostate. The young man arched his back with a moan, pupils blown wide,
his cock jerking with pleasure. Erwin released the pressure and stared at him:
he was panting, obviously not expecting such a pleasure from this.
“Good… Erwin, this feels… good…”
The older man chuckled and worked him open longer, making sure he would be
alright when something much larger than two fingers would breach him. When he
judged him ready, he kissed him roughly, a hand slightly pulling at his hair
while he took out his fingers. He refrained from tugging Eren’s head backwards
– they would have rough sex, yes, but not now. Hastily, he removed his clothes,
his bolo tie still hanging loose around his neck. Eren’s eyes fell on his cock,
already to full hardness, and his heart missed a bit. He knew Erwin was well
endowed, but seeing the actual thing was… different. The Commander slicked his
shaft, pumping twice before getting closer. His hand parted Eren’s thighs more,
enough to let him settle against his entrance. The young man moaned at the
teasing, legs closing around Erwin’s waist.
“Are you ready?”
“Y-Yeah”, he answered feebly, before looking away. “I’m a bit afraid.”
“I thought so”, Erwin said. “Breathe in deeply.”
Slowly, he pushed in, Eren gasping at the sudden breach in his body. His hands
grabbed a pillow, his fingers digging in as Erwin went deeper, slowly but
steadily, letting him get used to the feeling. The young man focused on his
breathing, biting his lips to hold in his moans, his eyes closed.
“Look at me, Eren”, Erwin asked in a husked voice, “it’s okay, I’m all in now.”
Eren blinked and stared right at his lover, brushing his forearm against his
damped hair.
“Does it hurt?”
“Just a bit but… it’s nothing I can’t bear with. I’m okay, Erwin.”
Erwin waited until he felt him relax as he grew accustomed to him, repressing
his urge to ram him and fuck him into the mattress. Sprawled under him, Eren
was both erotic and lewd, beautiful in a way he had never seen before. Erwin
grabbed his shaft, stroking him slowly.
“I’ll start to move, okay?”
Eren nodded and he started to pull out, making him moan, eyes shut close
tightly. The blonde could feel the wet hotness trembling around him, tightening
to suck him in deeper as he stroked Eren’s walls gently. He thrusted back in,
aiming for the younger man’s soft spot. Eren suddenly arched his back, slamming
his hips against his, a loud, lewd cry falling from his lips. Erwin’s heart
made a thud, but he resumed his gentle, precise thrusts, tension building up
inside of his belly. His hand was still stroking Eren’s cock and he felt him
tense.
“Erwin… I can’t… I can’t…”
“It’s okay, don’t hold back.”
With a cry and a sob, Eren spilled on his own stomach and chest, tightening
suddenly around Erwin who gasped at his erotic expression as he rode his
orgasm. He shot his load deep inside, when he had planned on pulling out
before.
“Sorry, I hadn’t planned on coming inside of you”, he said as he brushed back
his hair.
“That’s okay”, Eren answered, panting. “Holy Walls, Erwin, it felt so good.”
“Glad you liked it, then”, Erwin said as he pulled out. “Wait a second, I’ll
get a towel to clean you off”, he added as he started to get up.
Eren grabbed his wrist, holding him back.
“Are you joking?”
“What?”
“I want round two.”
Erwin’s heart missed a beat. In the end, Eren got his round two, and Erwin
slept better than he had in years.
***** Masturbation - Jean (ft. Erwin and Eren) *****
Jean had known he was screwed the second his eyes fell on them. But he didn’t
mean literally screwed. Now that he was part of their three ways relationship
and alone in Erwin’s study, he wished he was. Never before he had thought he
could get close to Eren – the fucker who never understood when to give up – but
getting close to Erwin? That was beyond imaginable. And here he was, cleaning
the room because Levi had ordered so while Eren was training under Levi’s care
and Erwin gone to Sina. He dusted the desk and bit his lip, blushing slightly.
The dark wood had always given him lewd ideas, and right now his imagination
was more than fertile. He fought off a moan when he realized he was hard and
skirted the piece of furniture, collapsing in Erwin’s chair.
He breathed in to calm down – it smelled like Erwin and he could picture him
sitting here, doing paperwork, his long, graceful fingers dancing over the wood
as he grabbed another sheet of paper. It didn’t exactly calm him down. Better
focus on something soothing – and soon he felt the ghost of Eren’s hands on his
shoulders, sliding on his chest. His eyes snapped open.
“Fuck”, he swore, looking around to make sure he was alone.
Hastily, with trembling hands, he opened his trousers under his brown skirt,
taking his throbbing cock out. Erwin wasn’t here, Levi was busy, surely no one
would come… He hesitated for a split second before snapping open the gear on
his legs and pulling his trousers down to his knees, feet on the edge of the
desk. He closed his eyes and Erwin was there, leaned against the desk in front
of him and staring at him with a smile. He coated his fingers with spit – it
would have to do for now – and started stroking his length, pressing the pad of
his thumb against the slit and smearing pre-cum on the head. In his mind,
Eren’s mouth was working around him, lewd and amazingly skilled. It felt good,
so good… But something lacked. He reached down between his legs, a hand still
closed on his cock, and slid his middle finger in his intimacy to the knuckle.
A shameless moan escaped his lips and he bit into his shirt to muffle the
sound. He continued like this for a little while, sliding his finger deeper
with each thrust, searching for the place that made him feel good beyond
reason. He bucked up in his hand when he finally found it, crooking his finger
as his shirt gagged the wail that rang in his throat. Flushed and panting, he
slid in a second finger, stroking himself vividly as he imagined both his
lovers taking care of him. Messily, messily, but oh so sweet…
“You lewd young man”, Erwin purred in his ear, pressing stronger against his
sweet spot.
His moan echoed in the room despite his shirt as he came all over his hand,
splattering on his stomach. He blushed, realizing what he had just done, and
quickly cleaned up before tidying himself. He was strapping his gear when the
door violently opened and Mike entered. He jumped in surprise, a hand on his
heart, as the older soldier tilted his head.
“Recruit Kirstein, what are you doing here?”
“Cleaning up, Sir.”
Mike stared at him in a way that meant “I’m no fool, you know”, and nodded.
“I’ll let Erwin know you like his desk.”
***** Blowjob - Erwin/Jean ft. Eren *****
“You wouldn’t dare”, Eren said with a laugh.
Jean frowned and crossed his arms. He looked pretty upset, and Eren couldn’t
help but laugh even more. However, Jean looked serious, so he calmed down and
stared at him.
“Alright. Let’s make a deal. If you do it, I’ll let you fuck me next time. If
you don’t…” his fingers brushed Jean’s chin, “I’ll have my way with you and
you’ll never forget it. And of course, if you don’t do it, I’ll do it for him.”
“Deal”, Jean nodded as they shook hands.
They stared at each other, and Jean motioned to him to come along. They entered
Erwin’s office swiftly, doing their best not to be seen, and walked to the
large wooden desk. Jean bent to look at it and nodded.
“It will be cramped but we can both fit in here”, he said as he looked under
the desk. “Hurry up, I saw him through the windows, it will not take long
before he arrives.”
Eren hid himself under the desk and waited for Jean, who was looking at the
door. When he heard footsteps just behind it, he jumped and pushed the brunet
to hide himself as well. Erwin’s voice rang through the room, along with
Mike’s, Levi’s Hanji’s and Ness’s. Both the young men could feel their hearts
thump loudly in their chests, like they were about to burst. The five officers
were talking meetings, strategies and other things work-related, and the
Commander pulled his chair and sat there, without noticing his two lovers under
his desk. He froze when he felt something ghosting over his thighs and
discreetly looked down, almost gasping when he saw them: Eren was grinning
proudly as Jean’s hands stroke his inner thighs, coming higher and higher until
his palm rested against his crotch. Still, he kept a stern face and resumed
talking with the officers under his orders. His hand gripped his fountain-pen
tightly when Jean fondled his crotch, nuzzling the already growing bump. The
young soldier raised slightly the brown skirt covering Erwin’s lower parts and
opened the fly with his teeth, hissing slightly at the feeling of the hard,
cold metal against his teeth and tongue.
The meeting was going on, as the officers were unaware of the uncomfortable
position of their commander, who acted like nothing was wrong. He clenched his
jaw when Jean took out his hardening cock and teased the tip, before licking
the underside, staring at him with moisty amber eyes. Erwin’s hand gripped the
edge of his desk, white-knuckled, as he contained his moans and the desire to
grip Jean’s two-toned hair to face-fuck him. Mike sniffed the air in wonder and
immediately glared at him. His nose couldn’t be fooled and he knew exactly what
was going on. The Commander gave him a look of apologize and resumed taking
notes with a slightly shaking hand. Jean was peppering him with kisses, a
feather touch that had him shuddering. Finally, he took the head in his mouth,
sucking forcefully with a malicious glance as Eren held back a laugh. The
brunet leaned toward Jean and mouthed at his ear:
“Deeper.”
Both men shuddered at the unvoiced request, Eren’s hand threading Jean’s hair
and slowly pushing him, forcing him to take the commander’s shaft deeper and
deeper. Eren’s blowjobs were the better, and under his command, Jean was
improving his skills, holding back his moans as he could. No one could shush
him and his tendency to be loud could be fatal to the three of them. Eren
glanced at Erwin, who didn’t react.
“We should postpone this meeting and let you rest”, Mike said in a voice a bit
too loud, making them jolt, Jean accidentally choking on Erwin.
The Commander frowned like he was thinking about it, fearing his voice might
betray him if he spoke. Jean’s eyes were teary as he did his best to please the
blond man and remain silent, muffling the lewd sound his mouth made as he
hollowed his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Mike is right, taking a moment should be necessary.”
“There’s no problem, Erwin, we all know how hard you work. You deserve to rest
a bit.”
All the officers stood up and, saluting, leaved the room. The door was barely
closed when he leaned in his chair and grabbed Jean’s hair. The young man
slipped his cock out of his mouth, lips plump and red, drool and pre-cum
melting on his chin. He licked the leaking tip with a hum of approval, sucking
the head in and letting it go with a loud pop. Eren’s hand was massaging his
nape as he took Erwin back in again, his cock laying flat on his tongue.
“C’mon Jean, I know you can take it in deeper. Down to the root”, Eren
whispered in a husky voice, prompting him forward.
And Jean did, repressing his gag reflex when the Commander hit the back of his
throat. Erwin shuddered and let out a moan, his hands gripping the soldier’s
head.
“You should back down, I’ll come in no time”, he said in a low voice, and Jean
let him go. He was still not really used to having sex with Erwin and didn’t
really like him coming down his throat. Eren pushed him aside and swiftly took
his place, taking all of his lover in one go and raising his green, mischievous
eyes at him as he sucked long and hard. Erwin couldn’t help but moan as he
came, his young underling swallowing everything and then pulling back, staring
at him with a triumphant smile.
“Both of you, never do this again.”
***** Clothed getting off - Jean/Eren *****
They had managed to escape Levi’s grasp and his harsh hand-to-hand combat
training. Sparring together had been a handful and now, they only wanted to
find solace quickly. Eren pinned Jean to the wall, his leg spreading his
thighs, kissing roughly, growling and moaning as they devoured each other’s
mouth, clothes rippling on their skin. Eren grinded the bump in his uniform
against Jean’s erection, trailing a willing forefinger along his ass. Jean’s
hips bucked against his, the young soldier gasping and searching the harsh
pleasure his companion was giving him. Jean grabbed Eren’s hair with his hand,
the other palming his thighs and higher, pressing him further against him. The
fabric of their clothes was scratching their skin and Eren hissed, groping Jean
and making him moan loudly.
“Hurry up, we don’t have much time”, Jean moaned as Eren fingers dug in his
waist.
Eren bit his chin and unzipped Jean’s flies, pulling him out, leaking and
shuddering. His smeared pre-cum on the head with the pad of his thumb, drinking
Jean’s moans and desperate calls as he pulled back the foreskin. His hand
closed on Jean’s cock, stroking from base to tip, the other palming his sack
through his pants. He felt him sink on his knee, his own legs no longer able to
support his weigh, and continued stroking him, mouthing at his ear and
breathing loudly. Jean was moaning louder and louder and Eren felt him tensing
before letting go, spilling on his fist and some on his uniform with a lewd
howl quickly muffled by a deep kiss. Eren swiftly wiped everything with a
handkerchief and Jean stared at him, amber eyes filled with stars. His palm
grinded lightly against Eren, who stiffened and held back a moan, his hand
stroking Jean’s cheek.
“I want to fuck that dirty mouth of yours”, he whispered in a desperate tone.
“You two will more likely come back to training before I really get angry”,
hissed a voice behind them.
“Captain Levi”, Eren squeaked.
Jean seized the occasion and gripped his cock tightly through his clothes: the
boy let out a loud, surprised moan and came under Levi’s equally surprised
gaze.
“Sorry Captain, we couldn’t train like this”, Jean replied with a wry smile as
a bead of sweat ran down his spine.
We’re dead men.
***** Dressed/Naked (half-dressed) - Erwin/Eren *****
They entered Erwin’s room trembling, closed the door and nearly jumped on each
other. Erwin’s distress was obvious, Eren gripping his shoulders like they were
the last thing he could hold on in this world. Tears were spilling on the young
man’s face as they kissed roughly. Erwin took off his bolo tie and started to
open his shirt, but Eren grabbed his wrist tightly and stared at him through
his moist eyes.
“Please, now”, he pleaded.
Erwin nodded and grabbed the vial of oil as Eren pulled down his pants, barely
down his knees as he bent on the bed, ass in the air, face in the mattress as
he spread his cheeks with both his hands. Blood, death, distress, helpless.
Erwin’s finger, big and slicked with lube, pressed against his entrance,
spearing him open roughly. He moaned as Erwin gave some quick thrusts and added
a second finger, scissoring him harshly – just like he wanted. Make it hurt.
The Commander smeared the lube on his throbbing cock, settling against Eren who
took a deep breath.
He moaned and gasped when Erwin breached him in one smooth push, until he was
fully sheathed. Eren’s arms were trembling and he bit in the sheets under him
to muffle his voice. Erwin’s hand settled on the small of his back as he leaned
forward, tearing the fabric out of his mouth.
“Don’t hold back, please. Let me here your voice.”
Eren nodded feebly, and the Commander pulled out. The boy under him was
sobbing, his young body writhing, and he thrusted in once more – right into his
prostate. The brunet cried and moaned, unable to hold himself, and he barely
heard the “sorry” Erwin muttered: his blond lover was ramming him, powerful and
desperate. Eren cried and howled, ravelling in the intense pleasure that tore
him away from his guilt – if I had reacted they would still be alive, if I had
trust my abilities, if I had – as Erwin’s mind blanked, leaving only the
pleasure and the pain. Eren came first, splattering on the sheets with a
ringing voice and clamping down on Erwin. The Commander tensed, held back, and
finally spilled in him with a groan.
They felt alive. Guilty, monstrous, despicable, but alive. Deliciously alive.
***** Skype - Jean/Eren ft. Erwin. *****
Erwin had left the country for two weeks to assist conferences, leaving his two
lovers at home. The two students already missed him and his commanding,
powerful presence, as well as his deep and heteroclite knowledge. If History
was his favourite subject, he aced in other matters as well, being a professor
both loved and hated.
Eren was finishing his homework when Jean barged in his study. He jolted and
stared at him.
“Come with me, Eren!”
“I was working…”
“With the time zones, we don’t have much time, c’mon!”
The brunet sighed and nodded, taking off his thin reading glasses, folding them
and putting them on his desk. He grabbed the hand Jean was holding out, his
bare feet feeling everything of the rugged carpet. Jean barely noticed his
clothes – a big sweater, way too large for him that covered his hands, and
jogging pants that went under his feet. Jean wore a t-shirt and a shirt over it
with a jean really, really tight. Eren smiled and couldn’t help but slap his
ass, nicely cupped by the trousers. Jean yelped and glared at him, a wicked
smile on his lips. He led them to the bedroom where a ridiculously large bed
took almost all the place. With Erwin absent, they both slept in the sofa-bed
in Eren’s study, smaller and warmer than the big bed. Entering the room like
this felt quite strange, but Eren quickly noticed the laptop opened on the
nightstand that had been moved to the side of the bed and the camera somehow
tied to the headboard. On the laptop’s screen, Erwin waved.
“Hello Commander! How are the stars today?” Eren asked with a smile.
“Pretty good. Did Jean explained his idea?”
“He explained nothing and just pulled me here”, Eren laughed, grabbing the
other boy and pulling him to him by the waist. “So what is it?”
“Skype sex”, Erwin replied in a smooth voice.
Eren’s face stilled in a fake smile.
“What?”
“We’re having Skype sex”, Jean repeated. “You don’t like the idea?”
The boy smiled and shrugged.
“I was just surprised, you’re usually so reserved I never thought you’d like
this.”
Jean blushed up to his ears.
“Actually, being filmed excites me, I can’t help it.”
“Alright”, Eren laughed, “but what is this camera for?”
“Just want to keep a souvenir from this”, Jean said, “I thought you liked the
idea of filming a sex tape to give Erwin?”
“Well yes but…”
“What Jean is trying to say is”, Erwin’s voice interrupted, “I’ll be giving you
instructions from here and you’re going to follow them. Is it alright with
you?”
“Oh”, Eren squealed, suddenly aroused at the idea, “I…”
“Seems like he appreciates the idea”, Jean laughed as he cupped his crotch.
“Shall we start?” he asked with a tantalizing grip that made Eren moan.
“Yes, fuck yes”, Eren replied, bucking against his hand, staring right at
Erwin.
“Do you have everything within reach?” the professor asked, leaning forward.
“Yup”, Jean replied. “Towels, lube, some toys and condoms.”
“Perfect”, Erwin grinned. “Now let’s play, my kitties.”
His voice was deeper, more seductive – the voice he used when he was aroused
and intended to show it. Eren moaned, and Jean thought that he was really
sensitive when it came down to Erwin’s voice. If he was being honest, he
himself could feel it. He looked at the screen.
“My jeans are really tight, do you mind if I take them off first?”
“I do mind. Keep them on”, Erwin ordered. “Eren?”
“I understand, Commander”, Eren cooed as he slid down the bed, between Jean’s
legs.
“Wha-” Jean started, but his eyes met Erwin’s and he froze, entranced by bright
blue eyes, shivering as Eren’s hands ran along his thighs.
The brunet pulled his t-shirt out of his trousers and slid a hand under,
teasing his nipples and pecking his throat, making him moan. Once more, he slid
down as Jean stripped to the waist, lean body facing the eye of the camera.
Eren opened the tight jeans and mouthed at the clothed erection, wetting the
fabric as Jean’s fingers crooked against his scalp. Jean looked at him, gasping
when he met his lustful green eyes, and looked up to keep calm. It didn’t work,
though: on the screen in front of him, Erwin had leaned back in his chair and,
naked to the waist, was pulling down his clothes, cerulean blue eyes staring
right at him.
“Erwin”, Jean moaned when Eren stripped his lower body and took him in his
mouth, rolling the head on his tongue. The brunet hummed and Erwin’s deep laugh
echoed in the room.
“What is it, my dear?” he asked.
“I want your dick in my mouth”, he moaned as Eren sucked harder, sending
shivers down his spine.
“Then do it”, the blond replied with a smile.
Jean turned slightly and managed to grab a purple dildo, putting a condom on
with a hiss when Eren gently tugged at his foreskin.
“You beast, can’t you behave?” he growled.
“Make me”, Eren replied, pre-cum and saliva drippling on his chin, grinning
brightly.
Jean looked up to Erwin and put a hand on Eren’s nape, light and gentle.
“Can I?” he asked timidly.
“Go ahead”, Erwin said, “and don’t forget me…”
With a low hum, he pushed on Eren’s head, thrusting deep into his mouth,
holding the wrapped dildo in his other hand and licking it lasciviously as he
stared at Erwin. The blond shifted in his seat, obviously aroused by the sight.
Gripping Eren’s hair, he started to face-fuck him, a low rumble growing in his
chest at the amazing heat, wetness and tightness, his voice muffled by the toy
he had finally shoved in his own mouth. Reluctantly, he pulled Eren away and
put the purple thing on the mattress next to him, his cock throbbing painfully.
Eren’s was standing at attention, green eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Permission to come?” Jean breathed to the camera, a hand tightened at the
base.
“Granted”, the blond said. “On his face. Eren, show us how dirty you can be.”
The brunet opened his mouth and closed his eyes as Jean moaned loudly, coming
in thick white threads on his face and in his mouth, his whole body trembling.
The brunet was about to close his mouth and swallow when Jean gripped his jaw
and turned him violently to face the laptop. They heard Erwin groan, a hand
tightened around his impressive cock, and Jean tilted Eren’s head to kiss him
roughly, tasting himself. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face clean, before
pulling him on the bed. He sported a painful hard-on, straining the fabric of
his joggings, and whined when Jean accidentally brushed him.
“Wonderful, boys”, Erwin said through ragged breath. “Jean, would you be kind
enough to remove Eren’s clothes?”
The boy with two-toned hair nodded and helped Eren remove his sweater and
trousers, whistling when he pulled them down.
“You’re going commando today, Eren?” he said with a grin.
“Shut up”, he replied as he blushed all the way to his ears.
“Tell us Eren”, Erwin said, “what did you do?”
The brunet grumbled and mumbled unintelligible words.
“We didn’t understand”, the blond resumed with a smile, “what did you do?”
“You know perfectly what I did”, Eren screamed.
“My, this brat needs a lesson. Jean, if you don’t mind checking?”
“Of course”, Jean replied, too content to have an occasion to play with Eren.
He steadied his hand around his waist and pulled him against his torso, his
free hand sliding along his torso, swirling his fingers in the trail of black
hairs under Eren’s navel, brushing his cock aching with need and finally
stroking his entrance in circles. The brunet was twitching, moaning and cursing
under his breath.
“I’m pretty sure he used his fingers down there”, Jean said as he pressed the
pad of his finger against the pink hole, putting Eren on display for Erwin.
“Can I?”
“Please do”, the older man replied.
Jean licked his middle-finger and pushed it in – it went right in, sliding
easily, so he thrusted several times as Eren gripped the sheets tightly.
“He’s nicely prepared, all relaxed…” Jean whispered in a husky voice. “Shall
I…”
“That would be perfect, yes”, Erwin replied.
He thrusted a second finger in and started to scissor him, quickly pulling out.
Eren had obviously indulged himself before studying, and he could not deny it
when Jean’s fingers glided in this easily.
“Alright, I’m going for it”, the two-tone haired boy said. “Eren?”
“Okay”, he breathed, shifting his position to lean on his knees as he lifted
his thighs and positioned himself above Jean, his back against him.
Jean guided him down on his cock, kissing his nape and nibbling his shoulder.
The brunet moaned when the head went past the first tight ring of muscles, but
continued to lower down until he was fully seated in Jean’s lap. He opened his
eyes and met Erwin’s, his cock throbbing from both the feeling and the sight of
the blond lavishing his cock with soft strokes and tight grips. He steadied
himself, his hand on Jean’s knees, and jolted when he brushed the bundle of
nerves in his body, clamping down on Jean who cried out.
“Fuck, Eren, you’re so tight…”
The brunet pulled himself up with a sigh, and slammed back down – right into
his prostate.
“A-Ah, Jean, here”, he cried, “please please please” he moaned as he struggled
to pull up once more.
Jean had gripped his thigh and held him firmly.
“I bet I can make you come just from your ass”, Jean teased, biting his nape
and shoulder.
“If you manage to do this”, Erwin said, “I’ll indulge you when I’ll come back.”
Jean moaned, throbbing just at the idea.
“W-With your tongue?” he asked, shivering.
“Yes. Until you cry and beg me to stop.”
The boy gasped and, grabbing Eren, pulled out and threw him at the centre of
the bed, spreading his legs wide and bending his knees – Eren was always
astonishingly beautiful in an M-shape – and thrusted back in one go.
“There”, Eren said in a strangled cry, “please Jean!”
Jean gritted his teeth and started to ram at a maddened pace right into his
soft spot, until the brunet saw stars and didn’t manage to cry in pleasure
anymore, his voice broken and his breathing ragged.
“Jean, Jean, I’m coming Jean” he said, tumbling on the words and moaning loudly
when he effectively did, his cock still untouched.
They barely heard Erwin’s low growl when he came as well, blood rushing to
their ears, and Jean spilled in his boyfriend. They stood like this for a
moment before he pulled back, chest heaving.
“That was awesome”, Eren finally said.
“Totally”, Jean replied.
“I agree, though it was more… brutal than what I had in mind.”
“Next time, Commander”, Eren said as he winked to the camera. “We’ll do it
nicely and slowly, just the way you like.”
Erwin smiled.
“Next time.”
***** Against the Wall - Erwin/Jean *****
Jean leaned against the wall, at the far end of the building where supplies
were kept. He knew he was hidden behind the furniture, and also that he had to
hurry up: he didn’t have much time before someone would notice his absence and
come to search him. Hands shaking slightly, he removed the lower straps of his
gear and pulled down his trousers and underwear, searching through his pockets
for the vial of oil he always kept on him, as his two lovers. He knew well
enough that doing it without lube wasn’t easy nor painless and they had agreed
to always have a vial on them – plus, it could always be useful. You never know
what could happen. He coated his fingers, his other hand smearing pre-cum along
his shaft to ease the glide, and put a finger in, searching for the sweet spot
that made him cry. His fingers weren’t enough to be totally satisfying, but it
was the best he could do at the moment. He closed his eyes, imagining the hand
on his cock was Eren’s mouth and the fingers in his intimacy were Erwin’s and
bit back a lewd moan.
“Well I knew this place was used for dirty activities but I never expected you
to be doing this in here”, a voice said somewhere near him, and he gasped,
opening his eyes.
The Commander was standing in front of him in the semi-dark place, staring at
the point where his fingers disappeared in him. A crooked smile stretched his
lips and, leaning on his hand next to Jean’s face, he whispered in his ear:
“Don’t you want a little bit of help here?”
He nodded, shuddering under the deep, dark voice.
“What do you want, my dear?” he murmured in a husky voice, tongue teasing his
ear.
“Y-Your cock, Erwin”, he stuttered.
“And where do you want it?” he asked sultrily, pressing his large palm against
Jean’s belly.
“Deep, please. Deep in here”, he replied as he thrusted his fingers in and hit
his prostate, mewling in a barely muffled voice.
Erwin’s laugh was a low rumbled when he said “What a lewd boy”, and he teared
his hands away from his body, pining them above his head with one hand, the
other taking out his fully hard shaft. He rapidly slicked it and, a hand under
Jean’s thigh, raised him and positioned himself. The young soldier slowly
lowered on him, moaning and shuddering as the Commander speared him open. The
position, if it did not permit Erwin to be in him down to the root, was really
exciting, and he slowly rocked his hips against the blond man, hissing when he
hit the soft spot. Erwin let go of his hands and grabbed his hip, his other
hand pushing his thigh up – and for once Jean was really glad about how
flexible he was, when his superior and lover thrusted in deeper and quickly
increased his pace, not letting him catch his breath until he panted, crying
through his orgasm. Never would he admit that having sex like this, hidden and
hurrying up, excited him more than he should have. The older man came as well
and pulled out, helping him clean up and putting his clothes back on before he
left. Jean stood there for a moment, shuddering and smiling like a fool.
“Recruit Kirschtein, what are you doing here?”
***** Doggy Style - Eren/Jean *****
The two young men closed the door behind them and Eren’s gaze trailed on Jean’s
room: it was exactly what he had been expecting, knowing his companion
perfectly. His eyes fell on the bed and his breathing stopped for a second.
Jean’s mother wouldn’t be back before some time since she was out to buy food
supplies for “her courageous little soldiers”. Weird how she had quickly
accepted to receive Eren along with her boy on their two days off. It meant
they were alone, in a room with a comfortable bed and no one to disturb them.
Jean could be as vocal as he wanted, no one would hear him. No one except me,
Eren thought with a smile.
He grabbed Jean’s collar and roughly pulled him close, smashing his lips
against his. Surprised at first, Jean answered eagerly and grabbed Eren’s hair,
tilting his head as he invaded his mouth. Eren’s hand slid to his ass and
squeezed it, appreciating the softer fabric of civilian clothes. He gasped when
his back hit the door and pushed his hips against Jean’s, bringing his lips to
his ear.
“Do you know what I have in mind?” he asked in a sultry, husky voice.
“Tell me”, Jean replied, always up for dirty talk – Eren never ceased to be
amused by this, particularly when he squirmed and couldn’t do much, until he
came in his pants at the most embarrassing moments.
“I, pining you on your bed and taking off your clothes, my hips against yours,
and I’d rub against you until you’re rock hard. Then, mmh… I could eat you out,
what do you say about that? You like having my mouth on your ass, don’t you?”
he said as rubbed his finger against the crack of Jean’s ass. “And I’d add
fingers, one by one…”
“Yes”, Jean breathed, already tight in his trousers.
“But I will not move, no. You will fuck yourself on my fingers until you’re all
nice and ready for my cock.”
Jean whined and palmed himself through his clothes, but Eren grabbed his wrist
and, flicking his tongue over his ear, resumed:
“When you’ll be open wide and dripping wet, I’ll put you on all fours on the
bed and I’ll penetrate you slowly until you can’t take it anymore, and you will
beg for me and then…”
“No more, Eren please, fuck me now”, Jean replied in a husked tone. “Please
just do it.”
Eren chuckled – he would never admit he was straining himself not to come right
here and right now – and pushed him roughly on the bed.
“You like it deep, don’t you?” he said as he hastily took off their clothes –
so much for the nice foreplay, none of them could wait more.
“Please”, Jean muttered, “I want you.”
The green-eyed boy rummaged through their clothes until he found the vial of
oil, snapped it open and poured it largely on his fingers. As he warmed it up,
he pressed his hips against Jean’s, his tongue searching in his mouth and
forcing gasps and little moans out of him. Then, he spread the lube all over
his twitching entrance, letting it drip down to the bed and slowly working a
finger in. He couldn’t help but moan.
“Jean… you’re so hot, so tight…”
Jean’s breathing was shallow and quick as he slowly stroked his velvety walls,
put a second finger in and curled them – right into the tight, sweet spot that
sent pleasure rushing through his veins. A loud, lewd moan echoed in the room
as he tightened on Eren’s fingers, who pulled them out and, grabbing Jean by
the waist, flipped him over. His arms buckled and he gasped when his dripping
cock brushed against the sheets. Soon after, Eren was thrusting three fingers
in him, twisting and curling towards his stomach, his other hand pinching and
rubbing his nipples, his own erection spreading pre-cum over his stomach. Jean
whined softly, thrusting back on him and searching for the bittersweet pleasure
of the stimulation.
“Jean, I can’t take it anymore… Can I put it in now?”
“Yes… Please, Eren, please, fuck me now.”
Eren tried to calm his breath as he pulled away, slicking up his own throbbing
cock before settling between Jean’s spread thighs. A hand gripping his hips, he
stilled him and pushed forward. The two-tone haired soldier cried out when he
passed the tight ring of muscles without stopping, thrusting deeper and deeper
until his hips were pressed against Jean’s ass. Leaning on trembling arms, Jean
hung his head as Eren pulled out, jerking it back as his whole body jolted when
he thrusted right back in.
“M-More… Eren, more…” he moaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
“A-Alright…”
The following thrust was angled to hit exactly Jean’s prostate and he shouted,
not breathing anymore. The position aroused him and sent shivers down his
spine, allowing deep thrusts from his lover that sent him reeling.
“Harder…” he breathed, “and faster, I want to come, Eren, Eren, I want to
come!” he whined loudly as the brunet, buried balls deep in him, kissed his
nape.
Eren shivered and, his hands on his hips, imposed a faster pace, increasing
with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Jean tried to keep up but soon
gave up, letting his body follow Eren’s movements and encouraging him with
moans and shouts that Eren answered by deeper thrusts and grunts.
“J-Jean, I’m coming”, he groaned, sliding a hand under Jean to pump his
unattended shaft.
Jean didn’t even realize he wasn’t able to form coherent words. He cried out,
head thrown back, and curved his spine as he came all over the bed and Eren’s
fist. His clamping down sent Eren over the edge and he muffled his sounds,
biting into Jean’s shoulder, as he released inside of him. They stood like this
for a moment, lost in a post-orgasm haze, until Eren pulled out and collapsed
next to him, cuddling Jean. His amber eyes were shining with pleasure. Eren
suddenly started to blush and looked away.
“What is it?” Jean asked, nudging him.
“Nothin’”
“Eren…”
“You’re beautiful and I love you.”
***** Dom/sub - Erwin x Eren & Jean *****
It was late during the night and Erwin had just got back from three days of
strenuous and boring parties in Sina. He hesitated to pour himself something
strong to drink and finally put the bottle of whisky on the small table next to
a glass. He was about to start undressing when he heard a soft knock at the
door. There weren’t a lot of people who would disturb him at this hour.
“Come in”, he answered.
The door creaked open: Eren and Jean entered, still wearing their uniforms.
Their eyes widened when they saw his most beautiful uniform, the one he wore in
Sina, made of blue fabric and golden hemmed, with black, shining boots, and
decorations on his torso. He knew he looked particularly intimidating dressed
like this and he liked the glow he could see in their eyes. He sat in an
armchair by the fireplace, a bit too majestic, but seeing them gasp at the
lights in his golden hair was worth the play. It seemed like the fatigue of
those three days had mysteriously disappeared, to give its place to some kind
of eagerness. For once, he felt powerful, in control – it didn’t happen that
much, though he always seemed collected. It always seemed like everything was
getting out of hand, no matter how he thought about it.
“Come forward, boys”, he said in a voice he had never used with neither of them
– not until now. It was a commanding, sultry tone, lustful and warm, something
that always worked when he tried to seduce someone and god had he needed to
seduce those rich pigs back there in the capital.
Slowly, military paced, they stepped forward and, without giving much reflexion
about it, saluted. He couldn’t help but smile: both of them were so lovely, so
eager to please, he wanted to spoil them, give them everything they could want
and more – He focused back on what he wanted to do at that moment. He knew they
were here because three days felt too damn long in their polyamory
relationship. His smile feral, he stared at them.
“Do you want to play with me?”
Jean gulped. Eren hid his reactions with more ease but he still was an open
book for the major. And the bulge in both of their trousers spoke enough for
them. Still, they nodded – Jean was still so bashful in his motions when he was
around him, it was so damn cute.
“Are you ready to obey each and every of my orders?”
“Your word is my command, Major”, Eren replied in a tensed voice as Jean
nodded.
The blond man smiled and leaned forward in his seat.
“If something becomes too much, if you feel uncomfortable or hurt, use the
safe-word red. Have I made myself clear?”
They nodded once more, tension straining their young bodies as they wondered
where he was going – knowing it could only be somewhere pleasant. Until now, he
had been the one making them discover feelings and sensations they didn’t know
existed. They trusted him, more than anyone. He gestured for them to get closer
and meaningfully parted his legs. Eren kneeled first, without breaking eye-
contact – he was such a brat when he wanted to be – as Jean followed him, his
eyes lowered in a humble posture. The green-eyed soldier opened his flies and
pulled down his underwear, enough to let free the major’s half-hard cock. He
looked at Jean, who somehow always listened to him when they were all the three
of them together. Smiling, he gave a tentative lick at the slit, mouthing at it
gently, slightly pulling at the foreskin. Jean eagerly followed his lead and
kissed the side, before lowering even more to trail his tongue on the
underside. Erwin sighed, having both of them kneeling between his legs sure
felt good. Breath-taking, he could even say. He let them continue until he was
fully hard and grabbed Jean by his chin to make him stand, while his other hand
pushed on Eren’s head, urging him to take it deeper. He sighed when he hit the
back of his throat and pulled Jean on his lap.
The two-tone haired boy was blushing and Erwin palmed at his clothed erection,
swallowing the tiny moans he let fall from his lips. His hand slid on his ass
and palmed his cheeks roughly through the fabric, his own breath hitching as
Eren brought him close to his release. Bending Jean awkwardly, he grabbed a
handful of Eren’s hair and pulled him back, thumb stroking his pre-come slicked
lips.
“Won’t you be good to Jean?” he asked in a lust-filled voice, eyeing at him
over Jean’s shoulders.
The straps of Jean’s gear snapped open under two pairs of expert hands and
Eren’s hand pulled down his pants and dull grey underwear. The Major roamed his
rough palms all over Jean’s chest and back, gentle and still firm, before
pulling his hair to bend his head and nip at his exposed throat. He was now
only wearing his open shirt, his beautiful supple body bent in an arch no one
could have imagined. He jolted when Eren lapped over his entrance, fingers
curling over Erwin’s shoulder and finding nothing to grab on over the smooth
fabric of his uniform. The Major gently tugged at his cock and this time, he
cried out. He was always impressively loud and incapable of holding back his
noises and cries, something both Eren and Erwin appreciated. Soon, Jean was
writhing on him, begging for more and squirming to feel Eren’s tongue more.
Erwin gave a slap on his ass and both the soldiers jolted, Jean mewling as
Eren’s hands steadied his giving out thighs.
Erwin kissed him, biting his lips and fucking his tongue into his mouth as he
drank his sounds. He knew Jean already was on the verge of coming, but wanted
him to wait and feel it better – his fingers circled Jean’s throbbing cock as
he was about to come, denying him his orgasm. He stared at tears-filled amber
eyes and murmured a soft “tss” of disapprobation.
“Coming when I didn’t give you the authorization, you’re quite daring, aren’t
you?”
“P-Please, Sir”, Jean moaned, “I- I want to…”
“You’d come all over my uniform? You’re being a bad boy”, he said in a rough
tone as he squeezed Jean’s member.
Under him, Eren’s green eyes were wide as he watched his lover as he had never
see him in bed: commanding and unforgiving. Surprised by the very likeable
sight, he moaned hoarsely and came in his pants. Erwin looked at him, blue eyes
glowing in anticipation.
“Jean, up in the middle of the room, hands in your back”, he said in a stern
voice, and Jean obeyed as best as he could, squirming in desire, wanting more
and finding more arousal in what he saw and what he did. His shirt had slipped
from one of his shoulders and his cock stood at full attention, dripping and
spreading pre-cum over his stomach. Erwin’s eyes fell on Eren and the wetness
on his crotch, as the soldier trembled and stared at him.
“You’re quite undisciplined, uh?” Erwin asked as he bent and grabbed his chin.
“Now listen attentively. Bend over the bed, naked, hands crossed in your back.
And you do not move until I say so.”
Eren gulped, stood up and did as he had been told – the fabric of the sheets
itched slightly and he held on a gasp. His heart thumped louder when he heard
Erwin standing up and walking towards him. He tried to see over his shoulder,
but quickly gave up – he couldn’t see a single damn thing and his vision was
blurred. He heard Jean gasp and almost turned around to look at him. He wasn’t
prepared for the slap he received on his exposed ass and gasped loudly, jolting
forward and trapping his already hardening cock between his stomach and the
bed.
“Jean, would you mind counting for us?” he heard Erwin say.
The soldier nodded, biting his lips and squirming not to come. The sight was
delectable – and the thought that he would receive the same treatment if he
disobeyed and came, highly arousing.
“One”, he said in a husky voice.
Eren could feel the slight burn spreading and disappearing. Erwin gently bent
over him, his lips brushing the shell of his ear and his once-more trapped
erection rubbing against him.
“Five blows for your insubordination”, he whispered sweetly.
Eren shivered at the thought. He still wasn’t prepared when Erwin’s rough hand
landed on his flesh. His cock rubbed against the sheets with each blow and it
was maddening. He could tell Erwin controlled the force of his impacts, not
hitting too hard, but hard enough that he felt it and the pleasurable burn on
his skin.
“Two”, Jean said.
He bit his lips when the third landed, gasped with the fourth and cried out at
the fifth, his painfully hard and throbbing cock leaking on the sheets
underneath. He heard Erwin’s steps and soon a fresh, trembling hand slid on his
burning skin. It was smaller than Erwin’s and he unconsciously pushed back in
Jean’s soothing strokes. Then, the Commander’s strong hand grabbed his crossed
wrists and pulled him up and he faced Jean, flushed red. The two-tone haired
soldier was staring at him, breathing quickly, dishevelled and aroused.
Somehow, he had managed not to come. Erwin released his grip and went behind
Jean. They heard the “pop” of the bottle of oil and both shivered at the idea.
“Eren, your hand” the Major ordered.
The brunet held out his hand and the blond man poured a generous amount of oil
on his fingers.
“On the bed. Prep yourself.”
Eren stared at him a few seconds and felt all will to disobey melting inside of
him. He climbed on the bed and kneeled, his legs largely parted as he warmed
the oil a bit before rubbing firmly against his hole. In front of him, Erwin
pushed Jean’s feet apart with his own and bend him slightly, slicked fingers
teasing his already wet and opened entrance. The soldier moaned when the
fingers breached his body and gently thrusted, throwing back his head as he did
so. Eren gasped and easily sank on one of his fingers, thrusting eagerly a few
times before putting in a second. Jean looked like he was about to come once
more – the Major murmured something to him.
“Don’t come.”
Eren watched, amazed, as his muscles contracted and he held on, eager to please
Erwin.
“Good boy”, the blond man purred. “You want to fuck Eren, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes”, Jean stuttered, his eyes veiled with pleasure.
The Major looked over to Eren, who nodded and pulled back his fingers, crawling
over to Jean and, laying on his back, held his thighs wide open.
“I-Is that good enough, Major?” he asked in an already ragged breath.
The older man pulled out his fingers and pushed Jean forward, making him
stumble upon his own feet. He quickly coated him with oil as he bent and
entered Eren. The brunet’s hands clutched his thighs as he gasped, relaxing
slowly and allowing Jean to push deeper. Erwin stood by the bed, watching them
closely, two trembling form bent to his will and pleasure. His dry hand ruffled
Eren’s hair as the boy accepted Jean deeper and deeper, until he was fully
sheathed.
“A-Are you okay, Eren?” Jean asked, before looking up to Erwin with pleading
eyes “I will not last long, Commander, he’s so hot and so tight…”
Eren gulped and gently squeezed him.
“You can go on, I’m alright”, he whispered in a hoarse voice. “I’ll make you
come in no time.”
Erwin laughed, a low rumble than shook them to their bones, and he reached out
for Jean. The young soldier gasped and cried as two fingers entered him once
more and curled harshly against his prostate, tears spilling from his eyes as
pleasure overwhelmed him. The Major pressed his strong body against him and
chuckled.
“Isn’t it your second dry orgasm? You’re being such a good boy…”
Jean shivered. He was sensible to those praises and very eager to please, while
Eren… Erwin looked at his second lover who was gritting his teeth. Eren was a
brat – he knew how to please and was a teaser, he liked to obey but what he
liked the most was disobeying and receiving a love-filled bittersweet
punishment. Praises did not have the same effect on him, he was more one for
dirty talk and insults. The two of them made a complete pair, as they did in
everything.
Slowly, gently, Jean started to move, Eren meeting him and Erwin’s hand
following at first and giving him a sweet pleasure. Erwin looked at them
closely, and then thrusted his fingers harder, imposing a quick, harsh rhythm
that made Jean slam right into Eren’s prostate. The young soldier circled
Jean’s waist with his legs, pulling him closer, and Erwin felt Jean’s muscles
tense.
“Stop”, he said, and with one more thrust, Jean managed to still, his legs and
arms quivering. “Pull out, Jean” he ordered, and the young man obeyed as Eren
whined at the loss.
He handed him the lube and pointed the bed.
“Stretch yourself a bit more for me”, he said in a gentle tone and with a
smile, “while I take care of Eren.”
The brunet’s eyes widened, and Erwin took off his jacket, opened his trousers
and pulled them down enough to free his hard, throbbing cock, slicking it with
both oil and pre-cum before pulling Eren’s knees up on his shoulders and
settling between his legs.
“You’ll come untouched”, he grinned as he pushed in.
The boy cried out and clenched on him, ravished by the feeling of this wide
girth skilfully breaking him. Erwin pulled out, barely brushing his sweet spot,
and immediately slammed back in, hitting head-on the tight bundle of nerves.
Eren’s shouts were deliciously high and uncontrolled as his broad-shouldered
lover rammed him, quickly and harshly bringing him over the edge, his breath
shallow and needy as Erwin murmured dirty words in his ears. He clenched on
Erwin as he released, who winced and gritted his teeth but managed to remain in
control of his own body, fucking him to over-stimulation and finally leaving
both of them breathless when he finally came, hard and long with an animalistic
grunt. Slowly, he pulled out, brushed his hair back with his fingers and looked
over at Jean.
He had followed his instructions and was thrusting four fingers in his leaking
hole, panting and needy as he watched the both of them. The Commander smiled to
him, the sight already acting on his crotch. He stepped closer, leaving Eren in
a haze and waiting for him to come down his height, and took Jean’s free hand,
gently closing his fingers around his half-hard chub. Jean gulped, looking at
him, and then started to stroke him to full hardness. At that moment, Erwin
pushed him back. Eren was finally down and watching the two of them with a
sleepy smile. The Major sat cross-legged on the bed and pulled Jean to him,
kissing his lips and jaw as he steadied his hips and brought him down. The
soldier gasped when the thick member pierced him and steadied himself over
Erwin’s shoulders, bracing himself before he sank lower, kissing him, an arm
launched around Erwin’s neck. The blond man waited for him to be ready, rubbing
him gently, he slowly started to rock up, the head of his cock pushing bluntly
against Jean’s sweet spot. His broad hands travelled along his torso and chest
before sliding along his back, drawing his spine from the pad of his fingers
and pulling him in for long, sloppy kisses.
Jean was now gasping and panting, resting his head over Erwin’s shoulder and
letting him rock his body up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm that
deliciously built his pleasure. When it became too much, Jean murmured a loving
“Erwin”, clenching on him slightly just to make him understand. The Commander
kissed his ear and whispered a soft “It’s okay, you can come”. Jean moaned and
did as he was told, coaxing Erwin’s orgasm out of him and moaning even more
when he felt his lover spill himself inside. Erwin pulled out his now soft
member, took off what remained of his uniform and went to the bathroom, coming
back with wet towels. He washed the three of them attentively and pulled them
up in the bed and under the sheets. They huddled together, slowly sinking into
a deep, peaceful sleep.
On the table, the bottle of whisky had remained untouched.
***** Fingering - Eren/Jean *****
Before Jean’s first time.
 
Erwin had authorized them to use his bedroom while he was working, especially
late at night. He liked coming back to find them either awake or deeply asleep.
Eren had expressed his desire to be Jean’s first, and backed it up by the fact
that Jean wasn’t fully comfortable with having Erwin has his lover, though he
liked him a lot. He was just bashful, and Eren was probably the best person he
could experience his first time with.
So after training and showering, Eren had guided him to Erwin’s room, pulled
out a second key and unlocked the door before locking it back. Being found in
the Commander’s room, if very unlikely, would surely become a big problem –
unless it was Mike or Levi, of course. Jean was fidgeting and Eren looked at
him.
“Make yourself comfortable, Jean.”
“Can we really…”
“Erwin said we could and invited us to do so. He didn’t limit our activities in
here to just stand here and read books or play silly games. Or don’t you want
to have sex with either of us?”
Jean blushed and looked away bashfully.
“I- I want to but I’m…”
“Inexperienced?” Eren said.
Jean nodded, blushing even more. Eren sighed and crossed his arms.
“I won’t force you, and I don’t ask of you anything you can’t do. We can take
it slow. Would it reassure you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, strip and make yourself comfortable. I’ll teach you your first
lesson tonight”, he said with a grin.
He disappeared in the bathroom. Jean hesitated a few seconds and then clenched
his fist. He knew Eren was good. Or at least, his blowjobs were. There was
nothing to be afraid of. Breathing deeply, he took off his shirt, shoes and
trousers, hesitated once more with his underwear and finally taking them off,
folding everything neatly and putting it on a chair. When Eren came back,
carrying a bunch of towels and some other things, he was sitting on his heels
on the bed, fidgeting slightly. The green-eyed boy smiled, put everything on
the bed and looked at him.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Jean. I already knew that but staring at you in the
showers wouldn’t be a good move, and you’re really stunning.”
“I should say thank you, I suppose?”
Eren didn’t reply, already stripping naked. He deployed two towels on the bed
and invited Jean to sit on one as he sat opposite. He could tell the two-tone
haired soldier was already relaxing, taking his marks in the bedroom and with
his comrade and lover. Eren grabbed something and hold it out for him to see.
“What’s that?” Jean asked, curious, holding out a hand.
“A vial of oil”, Eren replied, handing it to him.
“What for?”
“Preparations. Us guys need something to make the glide easier, otherwise it’ll
hurt.”
Jean stared at him for a moment.
“The glide. You mean…”
“I mean putting something into your ass, and before you ask, yes taking a dick
there feels good. But you can’t do it just like that, you need to stretch
yourself before or it’ll hurt. Especially if your partner is big.”
Jean gulped and handed him back the oil.
“This sounds barbarous. I’m not sure I can take it.”
“We’ll not do everything today, Jean. Steps, remember? So relax.”
Eren poured a generous amount of oil on his fingers at started to warm it up.
“Can’t you…”
“What is it, Jean?”
“Can’t you do it for yourself before?”
Eren shrugged and smiled.
“Yes I can, if it is what you need to relax. Come closer then.”
He gently tugged at Jean’s ankle and the boy came closer, parting his legs
around him as Eren put his over. The brunet leaned back, balancing himself on
one arm as he reached under him and padded his entrance, smearing oil all over,
his cock already half-hard. He rubbed softly, bringing himself to full hardness
before actually putting a finger in. Jean’s eyes were open wide, and he was
totally engrossed by the sight. Slowly, Eren worked his finger in, down to the
knuckle. He then started to thrust, before sliding in a second and starting to
scissor himself – if he had to do that, at least he could prepare himself
nicely for Erwin. He would not go over an occasion of getting laid, and if Jean
could observe and be reassured, it was even better. When he judged it was good
enough, he pulled his fingers out and attentively washed his hands.
“I can make it feel really good but actually it makes me kinda weak in the
knees so I prefer when Erwin does it for me.”
Jean nodded. At least, it didn’t look like it hurt.
“Is it all right if I do it for you now?”
He nodded once more, biting his lips, and Eren moved to seat behind him,
pushing gently on his chest and making him lean on him. Softly, he kissed him
as he stroked him, quickly bringing him to full hardness. Jean moaned sweetly
and Eren smiled, coating his fingers with oil once more. He coaxed him into
opening his legs a bit more and smeared oil from his balls to his hole,
circling the rim gently, then padding at it, and finally prodding. Ever so
slowly, he pushed his finger farther, passing the tight ring of muscles with a
huff. In his arms, Jean gasped. When he felt him starting to relax, he started
gentle thrusts, soft moans escaping Jean’s lips. Suddenly, he crooked his
fingers – right into his prostate. Jean jolted, and he pulled back his finger.
“What was that?” he asked, panting, with wide, glimmering eyes.
“Your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“God yes, do it again please”, Jean huffed leaning back against him and parting
his legs even more if he could.
Eren chuckled and slowly worked a second finger in before curling his fingers
once more, retreating again just after.
“Good?”
“Yeah”, Jean panted, “please give me more!”
“Bet I can make you come just from fingering?”
“At least you can try”, Jean replied eagerly, his cock smearing pre-cum on his
stomach, untouched.
Eren grinned, and pushed his fingers in once more. He was harsh and commanding,
pressing against the bundle of nerves, retreating, brushing it slightly and
then slamming right into it, Jean writhing against him and panting, moaning
louder and louder as he got closer to his orgasm.
“Eren”, he moaned, “Eren I’m coming!” he ended on a shout.
Eren grind against his sweet spot and Jean saw white as he released, the waves
of his orgasm crashing on him. He waited for him to come down from his height
and asked:
“So, what do you say?”
“Okay, fingering is good.”
Eren grinned:
“Fucking is even better.”
***** Rimming - Erwin/Eren *****
Eren was sprawled on Erwin’s bed, naked, the Commander sitting by his feet and
finishing to write a letter. His shirt was open on his muscular chest, his bolo
tie hanging loosely around his neck, his hair all mussed. Eren nudged his hips
with his toes and smiled.
“Say, Erwin, do you have a lot more to write?”
“It won’t be too long”, Erwin answered without looking at him.
Eren pouted and sighed. He waited a bit more, his eyes following the hard lines
of Erwin’s body, the smooth curve of his spine, the thin line his lips formed,
and the trail of blond hairs that went down from his navel and disappeared in
his trousers. When he realized he was hard, it was already too late.
“Well seems you seem busy, I’ll just jack off”, he declared in a voice he hoped
steady and unconcerned, sliding a hand down to his crotch.
Erwin hummed a response but didn’t even bother to turn to look at him. Vexed,
Eren made sure to make a display of himself, parting his legs largely and
teasing the thin skin between his balls and his entrance before sliding up and
grabbing the head of his cock, his thumb on the slit smearing pre-cum to
provide an easy glide, soft gasps falling from his lips. He heard the sound of
a stack of paper being smashed on a hard surface and on the following second,
Erwin was tugging at his ankles.
“Distracting me from my work, have you got no shame?”
“You worked all day, don’t you deserve to relax? Have a treat?” Eren huffed,
pilling back the foreskin to touch the sensitive head.
“You’re right”, Erwin chuckled, “I deserve a treat.”
He grabbed his ankles tightly, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and pulled Eren
until he was resting in his lap, cock bouncing against his stomach. Still, he
pulled up, settled Eren’s knees over his shoulders and pulling a bit more,
nuzzling teasingly at his balls. Eren gasped, his head down, and stilled
himself, hands clutching tightly at the Major’s hips and thighs.
“W-What are you doing?”
“You said I deserved a treat, didn’t you?” the blond man asked with an open-
mouth kiss over his fluttering hole.
“I didn’t mean- A-Ah, Erwin, please”, he moaned.
“I know perfectly what you mean, but I really want to eat you out”, he
answered, pecking the smooth flesh of his ass and the inside of his thighs.
“Don’t you want to?”
Eren answered with a gargle as he bucked up into the gentle kisses, which Erwin
interpreted as an agreement. He mouthed gently at the rim, holding tightly the
young man with a hand on his back and the other over his thigh. He could hear –
God, he could feel Eren’s moans between his legs, the brunet’s head resting on
his crotch and rubbing softly against his clothed erection. Softly, he lapped
the rosy entrance, from the crack of his ass to his balls, and Eren’s moan
ended on a gasp. He did it again, and again, and again, until Eren was
trembling in his arms, relax and open. Then, and only then, he poked the tip of
his tongue inside of him. The young soldier cried out, tried to muffle his
sounds and failed when the Major hardened his tongue and prodded him. He could
taste him, scent him, feel him, and Eren moaned and trembled, shouting when the
hard and flexible muscle stroke his velvety walls. Having Erwin eat him out
felt both barbarian and wonderful as he uncontrollably bucked his hips towards
the hot, wet and welcoming mouth. However, the position had one problem.
“Erwi-in, a-ah, fuck, all my blood his pooling inside my head.”
The blond man hummed and Eren cried out when he felt the vibration in his lower
parts that were actually higher than his head. The Major pulled out his tongue,
pressed once more a drooling, hot kiss on his lovely work and let him pool on
his lap. Slowly, Eren laid himself on the bed, parting his legs in invitation,
and the Commander resumed his loving lapping and prodding. Slowly, he inserted
a finger along: Eren was hot, tight and deliciously wet, providing an easy
glide. His back arched beautifully when Erwin’s finger brushed his sweet spot,
a loud moan escaping his mouth.
“Er-Erwin, bring me there please”, he said in a plea, hands clutching the
sheets around him as he tried not to buck his hips against his lover’s mouth.
The blond man pushed in a second finger and slammed them right into his most
sensitive spot, making him cry out and drool, writhing in pleasure. Slowly, he
pressed back against the bundle of nerves, massaging it tenderly and eliciting
broken moans from the young soldier. Eren’s thighs jolted and he clenched them
around his head, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper and provide him
this wonderful pleasure. Still fingering him slowly and adding a third finger,
Erwin moved up, lapping at his balls and laying feathery kisses on the
underside of his painfully erected cock.
“I’m coming please don’t stop don’t stop don’t-”
Erwin thrusted his fingers powerfully against his prostate, accompanying him
over the edge and keeping his movements steady through his orgasm, letting him
ride it, tight waves crashing on him with broken gasps, pleas and moans that
ended on cries. Slowly, he pulled back and smiled.
“Looks like it felt good. Better than jacking off alone, uh?”
Eren nodded, his eyes still glazed by pleasure. He had one reason more to think
Erwin’s tongue was gold.
***** 69 - Eren/Jean *****
It was a hot afternoon and they were on their day off. The good part was: they
actually had the room for themselves. The best part was that Eren had managed
to obtain porno magazines from the Underworld, since it was the only place
those things were printed. They had carefully closed and locked the door,
before spreading their treasure on the mattress with sparkling eyes. Eren had
coaxed Jean into taking off his clothes already – it was too damn hot to keep
them on anyway and he was admiring his boyfriend more than the explicit
displays in front of him. His green eyes followed the sharp lines of Jean’s
body, the smooth curve of his spine and the one of his ass, remembering the
tight hotness concealed there. He went up, gazing softly and lustfully at his
chest which was getting broader every day, and down the hard, delicately
outlined muscles of his stomach. He stopped on his navel, and realized he was
drooling, eyes settled on Jean’ cock. He was already hard and leaking, smearing
lusty liquids on his belly – not even noticing it, too focused on the displays
on the photos in front of him.
Eren moaned softly when he realized how hard he was himself, and Jean turned
his head to look at him. He smiled and held out one of the magazines, pointing
out something. The brunet tilted his head until he could make out what was
represented, heat immediately pooling down his crotch. He palmed at his
abandoned manhood with a gasp, and Jean’s smile widened.
“I’d like to try that with you, what do you say?”
“God yes”, Eren moaned, “you on top or me on top?”
“You, I’m not sure I could hold my weight with you giving me a blowjob”, Jean
admitted before pushing the pornos out of the way and laying flat. Slowly, he
folded his legs,
Eren staring at him.
“What is it?”
“You look so good”, Eren whispered before kneeling over him, thighs opened over
Jean’s chest. “Let me start”, he added, bending over and sliding his hands on
Jean’s inner thighs.
He mouthed gently the flushed head of Jean’s member, lightly tugging the
foreskin, fingers brushing his balls as his tongue lapped eagerly the leaking
beads of pre-cum. The two-tone haired soldier moaned, his fingers clutching the
sheets under him, still controlling himself enough not to buck up in Eren’s
mouth. Slowly, he reached for Eren’s hips and pulled him closer. The brunet
followed his moves, bending even more and gasping when Jean tentatively licked
the tip of his shaft. He took the head in his mouth and sucked in response,
lowering his hips to meet Jean’s fervent tongue and wet mouth. In the silence
of the empty room, the sounds echoed lewdly in the hot air, catching every
shiver from Eren and the light whimpers of Jean.
Gently, Eren started to bob his head, appreciating the light tremble he felt in
Jean’s thighs. The boy moaned loudly, sending vibrations through Eren’s body
who stilled and repressed his muffled cry. Fondling his balls, Eren took him
deeper, repressing his gag reflex until he felt the trail of hair down Jean’s
navel tickling his chin. Jean pulled back, panting.
“I’m sorry, Eren, you feel so good I’m afraid I’d bite you.”
The only answer he received was a long, hard suck on his whole length as Eren
hollowed his cheeks. He cried out, fingernails digging into Eren’s thighs, and
his hips bucked up, as Eren pulled up and swirled his tongue around his
flushed, leaking head, teasing the slit, his whole body shivering under the
attention.
“Eren- Eren, I’m… EREN”, he shouted when his orgasm hit him, spilling down
Eren’s throat and sliding down his throbbing cock.
His lover lavished him with attention, sucking on him and leaking him until his
softening cock was clean. He stood up and looked at him, a mischievous light in
his green eyes, Jean still panting under him. Softly, he took hold of his chin
and brushed his lips.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” he asked with a lustful tone, his painfully hard cock
leaking over Jean’s chest.
Blushing, Jean nodded and sat up against the wall, jaw hanging as Eren grabbed
the mop of hair on his skull and pushed in his mouth with a sigh. Tears were
pearling at the corner of Jean’s eyes as he took him deeper, head stilled
against the wall. He looked up, along the hard lines of Eren’s abs and the soft
curves of his shoulders, his head thrown back on raspy growls as he pulled out.
He quickly increased his pace, starving for the delicious friction of Jean’s
tongue on his cock and the way his throat convulsed around him, searching for
air. Suddenly, he pulled out, fingers tightened at the base of his shaft, and
released all over Jean’s face and chest. The young soldier coughed but, before
he could move, Eren’s tongue was dancing over his skin, cleaning him off. He
opened his eyes and stared at him, a wry smiled dancing on his lips as he
grabbed him and pulled him close.
“Your mouth is amazing”, he whispered, thumb pressing against Eren’s lips.
Eren smiled.
“And you have progressed”, he said, hand stroking his cheek. “I feel like
indulging you…”
“And what do you have in mind?” Jean asked.
Eren whispered something in his ear and he blushed hard, squirming.
“Oh. I’d like that.”
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