Hesitance|| @rogue-barista
Jean dragged out a few short laughs, all of them sounding everything but natural. The event in the bed had been different. They had both been hazy with sleep, barely aware of what they were doing and driven by the moment even after regaining consciousness; it was strange, now. He almost missed the soft brushing of skin in the plush covers. It had been like being swept up by a torrent of emotions.
Now it was almost chess.
Holding his breath, he took a step toward Eren. Another. One after another, until he was barely a straw’s length apart from the younger teen. “I guess… I’ll just…” Jean cleared his throat, gaze only flickering to the side once before he reached out a hand. A lone finger traced the outline of Eren’s cheekbones before encircling the circumference of his neck, coming to rest at the far side. The skin under his touch buzzed with heat and life.
He released a slow breath. His hand cupped the back of the other’s neck. “Here we go,” Jean muttered, voice barely audible.
He drew towards Eren, dipping down slightly to make up for the brunet’s height. Eyelids slid shut, turning his vision black. Suddenly, all he could feel was the gentle texture of Eren’s lips and- god-
♨ Once he had slid past the door, Eren gave a quick glance around the backroom, checking again to make sure Erwin had not yet to make his return; the manager had seemed to be managing from home a lot as of late— and to catch his employees going at it would be less than desirable. Finding an empty space along the side wall (just out of view from the door, though, he could see the security cameras in case anybody came into the store), he waited as the taller made his own approach.
"Jean…" Eren murmured with a small smile, eyes flickering up to the male as he drew closer; the lack of space between them sending all senses on overdrive— the faint scent of soap masked by the characteristic crema which came along with a shift at the store; the sound of his nervous breath; the heat radiating from his body. Pressing a hand against Jean’s firm chest, his breath hitched when the face drew closer.
Though the initiative comment brought a laugh, it alleviated the nerves which had been building: electricity coursing through his spine at the lack of space between them flickering into a warmth that brought Eren to press forward, wrapping an arm around the small of the elder barista’s back as lips pressed against each other. Almost immediately, relief replaced the anxiety and nerves that had plagued him over these weeks following that night in his partner’s bed; the awkwardness and vagueness of their relationship, their inability to talk with each other, all replaced with the usual jitters that came along with beginning dating: a feeling Eren would be experiencing now, for the first time. Never before would he have understood what ‘butterflies in your stomach’ would feel like until now, when the colony within his own stomach made their appearance.
The kiss started gently; soft suckling along the other’s lower lip until the smaller’s usual playfulness bubbled to the surface. Light nippling soon joined in, paired with moans muffled into the blonde’s mouth— tongue sliding across the lips to taste rough lips, silently asking for a bit more.
He returned Eren's moans in equal pace, running the hand resting on the shorter's neck lazily down his backbone. He felt himself lean in without thought, instinctively responding to the enthusiastic tongue running across his mouth. It was a clear plea for more- one that he found himself fulfilling without second thoughts, drowning them both deeper into euphoria.
Jean was surprised that Eren was taking this so well. Every movement seemed natural and flowing, despite the teen's claims that he was inexperienced. It all felt right- so right, in fact, that all the fears that had been filling his mind five minutes ago now just seemed stupid. It wasn't hard to say that this wasn't like anything he'd ever done before.
It was hard to say if they had been wrapped around each other for a few moments or a few hours, but eventually Jean pulled away, breathing coming out in short, hot puffs. He fluttered open his eyes, face brightly flushed. "That was... God, Eren..." The blond let out a small noise of pleasure, hazel orbs glittering with silent amazement. "That..."
He considered throwing away the rest of the sentence, perhaps going back in for round two- but decided against it, thinking it best to get Eren's thoughts on things. The doubt hadn't washed away completely after all, it seemed, still clinging to the back of Jean's thoughts like an annoying weed. "How was that?"
