#top!jean

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There’s a slight issue I have when I’m reading nsfw fics featuring top!Jean. I’m gonna compare them to how I write him:

Other versions: super dominant, arrogant, commanding and basically acts like he owns his partner - doesn’t care if he’s too rough.

My version: Dominant yet gentle, assuring as in always checking if he doesn’t hurt his partner - might even cry a little himself.

Edit: tell me which one sounds more like Jean.

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Ok but jean topping for the first time, finding out Eren is actually just a needy ol' sub is my kink

Devotion - Part I

“Oh come on”, Eren sighed, hips swaying left to right in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that caught Jean’s attention more surely than the low purr of his voice. “You know how this works, don’t act like some virgin.”

Jean let out a slow breath, tongue sliding out to run along his lower lip. Yes, of course he had done this before, used his fingers to slowly soften and stretch and prepare … himself. He had never gotten the chance or even been interested in trying it on somebody else, always happy to relax and enjoy the ride. Until Eren had asked him to switch things up for a change, bring something new into the bedroom he’d claimed.

So in some sense of the word, however peculiar the thought, he was still virginal when it came to opening up someone else, preparing them for him instead of the other way around. The mechanics were the same he was almost sure, and still…

“Jean”, Eren added, this time with more heat behind the single syllable and Jean snapped back into the moment. The moment where he had just slathered the fingers of one hand with more lube than strictly necessary and then froze before he could even touch Eren.

“Yeah, sorry … I just…” A quiet sigh escaped Jean as he trailed off, eyes dipping down to take in the view of Eren on his hands and knees in front of him, ass turned up in an almost sinful angle, the slope of his spine arching beautifully. Finally Jean scooted closer, slipped between Eren’s spread legs to run one hand up his flank, the skin under his fingers so hot and surprisingly soft.

“I haven’t done this before, alright? And you said it’s been a while since you have so … let’s go slow before you get hurt.”

Jean could swear he caught an answering rumble, something that sounded like “Can’t get hurt if you don’t even do anything…” but at least Eren didn’t protest openly anymore, just let him do what he needed to and that was enough to set Jean at ease just a bit more.

He’d imagined this sexier when him and Eren first talked about changing things up, had imagined himself as some kind of smooth Casanova seducing his boyfriend and making him moan and quiver with his fingers alone, drawing it out nice and long before even starting with the main event. Yet here he was, too nervous to even really start anything.

But Eren’s low grumble had been right, Jean couldn’t hurt him if he never even began. And as much as not hurting Eren was his goal, so was making him moan and quiver and that probably couldn’t happen without touching him either. So Jean licked his lips again, let his free hand rest sweetly against Eren’s side and touched his fingers, slowly, so very carefully, against the opening that was bared for him.

A shudder went through Eren’s body at the simple touch, a sweet tension rippling through his muscles that Jean almost hadn’t felt if not for the steadying palm pressed against his hip. He didn’t know if it was the sudden, almost unexpected contact, the cold feeling of the lube against his hot, sensitive hole or something else entirely, but Jean still hummed a soothing noise, rubbing his thumb across warm skin in a slow, languid rhythm.

“It’s okay”, he mumbled, more to assure himself than Eren, who had stopped trembling by then and instead breathed deeply, evenly. The sound was soft and calming. “It’s okay, I’ll be careful…”

Still unsure but a little bit more confident Jean started swirling two fingers around the opening, spreading the lube and massaging the muscles in a way he enjoyed whenever he was in the mood to take it easy and go slow, to really enjoy the preparation. He wanted Eren to enjoy this as well, wanted him to enjoy every single second of Jean pleasuring him. And even though they were different people with different tastes this was still as good a point as any to start. If anything Jean tried did not work for his boyfriend he would let Jean know.

So for the next few minutes Jean took his time, massaging the opening and slowly coaxing the muscles to relax without ever even dipping as much as a fingertip inside. Feeling the tension seep away and the clenched hole slowly relaxing under his soft treatment was as rewarding as the small shudders going through Eren now and again, the pretty hitches in his otherwise even breathing.

Something about the loving, circular, rhythmic motion was almost hypnotic and Jean lost himself in the movement of his own fingers, attention tuning in on Eren as he kept up the sweet, teasing rubbing. Until Eren shifted his weight, not enough to pull away from Jean’s touch but enough to jostle him a little as he looked over his shoulder, hot eyes meeting Jean.

“You need a map or something?”, he huffed but there wasn’t just annoyance and impatience in those words. Jean could make out a minute tremble in his intonation, the slightest hitch when Jean’s fingers slowed their even movement. He swirled his fingers around one more time, adding some more pressure and liking the soft, relaxed state of the once tightly clenched muscles.

Slowly dipping the tip of one finger inside he smirked at Eren, at the adorable bravado he put up that might just crumble sooner rather than later.

“I think I’m good”, he answered as he slid in to the first knuckle and wiggled his fingertip a little. Eren was tight. Much tighter than Jean was whenever he opened himself up, but there were no signs of pain in his expression or the way his body quivered under the intrusion. Jean took that as a good sign and pulled the finger out again, swirling it around before dipping inside once more.

Eren let out a low breath and turned around again, head falling forward on another, longer exhale, his hips canting upward just a bit. A touch of surrender in his otherwise cocky, demanding attitude. A sign of trust that Jean lapped up greedily, wiggling his finger deeper.

Part II

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Devotion - Part II

Part I

Eren's insides squeezed around him hot and tight and even though they were still far from preparing him enough Jean couldn't help but let his mind wander, imagining how that soft, tight heat would feel like wrapped around his cock. The thought made him twitch in his boxer briefs, bulge jumping as if demanding more and even though Jean would not describe himself as a very patient lover he pushed his own needs aside for the moment and instead focused on Eren's.

With how many times Eren had taken wonderful care of him and satisfied every demand, no matter how greedy, he deserved to be taken care of with just as much attention to detail this time.

"How does it feel?", Jean hummed because ignoring his own needs, no matter how right it was, proved to be hard after getting doted on for most of their relationship. Maybe focusing on Eren and how things were for him would help him a little in that regard.

Eren took a soft breath that stuttered just a little, swaying his hips from left to right as if unsure how to judge the unusual feeling that must have grown somewhat unfamiliar to him in the years he hadn't indulged in this.

"Weird...", he finally answered but when Jean pushed his finger a little deeper he let out a soft, pretty noise and moved his hips back against the intrusion. "But good. Hot..."

Jean's cock jumped again at the whispered words and on the next careful thrust he dared to push his finger all the way inside, letting his knuckle rest against the slowly relaxing opening. Looking down he found the sight strangely ... pretty. How that flushed, glistening hole opened up to take what he pushed inside ... it made him understand why Eren loved watching himself fuck Jean so much. The sight of part of him sinking into Eren's accepting body was exhilarating.

"Gonna get hotter", he promised because he intimately knew the difference between a single finger and a hard cock shoved up inside, knew that Eren must have also still remembered when he pulled back and a soft, breathy moan escaped his boyfriend. Those were the noises he was looking for, that he'd wanted to draw out of Eren before they even started. And he already got it while fucking a single finger into him. How would Eren sound when Jean used two, three? His impatiently throbbing cock?

Swallowing down what he could of his excitement Jean instead tried to focus on the work of his fingers again. Massaging down the sensitive stretch of skin between hole and balls with a nimble thumb made Eren twitch, especially so when Jean paired it with the languid thrusts of his finger. It was a move Jean enjoyed when done to him and he was pleased to find out Eren was into it as well. Maybe he was better equipped for this than he'd first thought.

"Feels good, huh?", he hummed, already knowing the answer as he pushed deep and curled his finger, rubbed his thumb in circular motions across lube slick skin, then pressed down harder until Eren twitched violently.

"F-fuck..."

The curse was little more than a shocked whisper, the surprise so sweet in Eren's voice as Jean continued teasing his prostate from the inside and outside.

Maybe it was a little mean, giving him this kind of intensity this quickly and without warning at that but Jean didn't regret anything. Not when he curled his finger even more, increased the pressure of his thumb and made Eren whine.

"Holy shit ... Jean, what..." It trailed off into another whimper and when Jean finally let up and released the pressure he was smirking and very satisfied with himself already. And they were only just getting started.

"You want more?", he asked as he pulled out his finger and returned to soothing circular rubbing motions across that pretty, fluttering hole. Under his touches Eren squirmed, couldn't decide whether to push back into the feeling or pull away from it now and give himself a break. In the end he bowed his spine, tilted his hips and allowed himself to sink from his hands low onto his elbows, resting a cheek against the pillows.

"Yeah...", he sighed and when even his knees drifted apart just a bit further Jean was more than convinced. He really could pull this off, could make Eren feel as wonderfully debauched and hopelessly aroused as his boyfriend made him feel all the time. He knew what felt good and what didn't, what might work on Eren and what might not and he would make good use of his extensive knowledge and experience of being in Eren's position, even if this role in particular was entirely new to him.

The next time Jean pushed into his boyfriend with slow, steady movements he used two fingers to spread him open, sliding and wiggling deeper with every patient thrust. The muscles were still incredibly tight around him, squeezing his fingers together as Jean gently moved inside, Eren's breathing becoming more laboured and hands fisting in the sheets...

Jean stilled the movement of his fingers, ran his hand up and down Eren's side to soothe him a little, to help him let go of the tension twitching through his muscles.

"Does it hurt?", he asked because that was the last thing he wanted to do, the sole reason why he'd even been hesitant to try this in the first place. But Eren soon dispersed his worries as he rocked back against the intrusion, tight, greedy hole taking more of Jean's fingers.

"No...", he moaned and even though he did sound tense it was not because he was feeling any discomfort. On the contrary. And with the next, breathless syllable Jean felt his cock throb again:

"Please..."

"Oh fuck", Jean cursed, heart thumping heavy against his ribcage as he struggled to take in the fact that Eren had just begged him for something. Proud, cocky, confident Eren who teased and taunted him relentlessly in bed before turning Jean's entire world upside down ... that Eren had just begged him for ... for what?

Jean could be mean now, could pay all the naughty little whispers and velveteen laughs back in kind, ask Eren just what he wanted and tell him to ask nicely but ... he didn't want to. If this was the first time Eren felt comfortable enough to show him that side of his Jean didn't want to punish him by teasing him about it and demanding he make himself even more vulnerable.

No. He would honour the trust that gave him such a rush receiving. He would give Eren everything he asked for. And some things he didn’t.

Part III

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Devotion - Part III

Part I    Part II

"Okay...", he nodded, voice thick before he swallowed, his free hand finding its place steadying Eren's hip again. "Whatever you want just ... just let me know when something's not good, yeah?"

A tiny, breathy noise of agreement that inexplicably made Jean want to weep with joy but he swallowed the feeling for now and instead soothed a thumb across Eren's hip.

"I'll give you more, yeah? Just ... relax for me."

This time he didn't wait long enough for Eren to answer before he began moving his fingers again, carefully wiggling them, crooking and scissoring, rubbing against Eren's soft, hot insides to help the muscles loosen before dipping deeper. He did not stop the slide of his fingers before they were completely buried and Eren let out a hot little whimper as they came to a stop, knuckles resting against his opening.

"F-fuck...", Eren breathed, voice shaky even as he swayed his hips experimentally, making Jean's fingers shift inside him. "Feels ... good. Really good..."

God, he sounded hot like that. Already so sweet and helpless, trusting Jean so completely to take care of him. Again, something Jean could tease him about if he really wanted to but even though Eren never got tired of calling Jean all kinds of naughty things when he was the one in charge and made Jean beg him for more, this was different. So Jean smiled instead of purring about what a needy little thing Eren was and began rubbing along the soft inner walls, searching for the spot he had already teased earlier.

He had to pull out a bit again until he found it, pressing against it only to see Eren shudder, hear his laboured breaths and quiet curses and those sweet, sweet moans. Quiet and bitten back like he didn't want Jean to hear them but didn't quite succeed in muffling them either. Jean would draw them out, would make Eren moan and scream with abandon. Would give him so much pleasure he couldn't even think about wanting to hide any of it from Jean anymore.

"That's good too, huh?", he hummed, rubbing his fingers back and forth and making Eren squirm and give a shaky nod before burying his face back against the pillows. They might have to do something about that later, it wouldn't do for Eren to keep hiding forever. But now Jean continued the careful but increasingly bolder movement of his fingers.

He took his sweet time. Not to tease Eren or frustrate him, but to really make sure his boyfriend was being prepared as gently and pleasantly as possible. Slowly thrusting and teasing and stretching before so very carefully beginning to work a third finger into him, always watching his reactions closely and running a gentle palm across warm, damp skin.

As Jean worked three fingers deep into him and the pressure grew Eren let out a wonderfully needy little noise, moaning and keening for Jean to keep going, to keep giving him more and Jean couldn't do anything but oblige.

Picking up the pace Jean began to thrust into Eren more quickly, curling his fingertips with each slide into him until he was fucking Eren on his fingers, working him open in a quick and satisfying rhythm that had Eren grab the pillow with both hands and bite into it to muffle his own cries and moans of need.

Jean still heard them though and even muffled the noises were music to his ears, just as beautiful as the way Eren's spine arched and thighs trembled. With a low rumble he buried his fingers deep, the thrust rough and jostling Eren's already unstable body even further as his boyfriend cried out with need.

As much as Jean enjoyed spreading Eren on his fingers and making him moan and whimper for it, his own cock kept twitching and throbbing, boxer briefs already showingma big spot damp with precome and he wanted ... but first he had to check if Eren wanted it as well, if he was ready for Jean to really take him now. They could keep this up for hours if needed, the last thing Jean wanted was to take things too far too fast. Though maybe this was enough for him now as well and in that case Jean wouldn't protest.

So he stilled the movement of his fingers, didn't even curl them inside or scissor them to loosen Eren's muscles further and instead kept them as still as possible as he leaned forward far enough to press a sweet kiss against the warm skin between Eren's shoulder blades.

"Eren...", he murmured, low and intimate as he closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of salty sweat and earth and home. No matter how their roles played out, if he was the one underneath his boyfriend or they flipped their usual script, Eren's scent would always work to calm and ground him, to make him breathe with ease and trust that whatever they did together would turn out just fine. More than fine, even. Wonderful.

"Eren, I want you. Are you..."

"Yes", came the whispered answer before he could even finish his question. The trembling voice of his boyfriend was still a bit muffled against the pillows but the word was still easy to make out. "Yes Jean, please. Please ... fuck me..."

Jean groaned, a dark sound from deep within his chest. Eren begging was already too much to take but Eren begging to get fucked? That was enough to fry his brain.

Part IV

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Devotion - Part IV

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The loosened muscles around his fingers squeezed him tight and Eren let out a happy little moan as he dared to rhythmically work Jean's fingers in a most teasing, enticing way. If Jean hadn't been set on fucking Eren already this would have convinced him easily enough.

His hips strained forward all on their own until he could rub his still clothed erection against Eren's ass. Before he even knew what he was doing he was slowly pulling out his fingers and grabbing Eren's hips with his lube slick hand so he could slot the hard line of his cock between Eren's cheeks and rut against him, each aborted thrust dragging along is boyfriend's sensitive hole.

They were so close to getting what they actually wanted, what they needed. The teasing friction of Jean's cock between Eren's cheeks already incredibly hot, especially when Jean shifted his hands to grab those cheeks and push them together even more. Eren gasped at the feeling, at the simple, naughty gesture that had a commanding air, something possessive and dirty.

It wasn't enough though, rubbing his still clothed cock between Eren's cheeks, no matter how beautifully his boyfriend gasped and quivered. Jean could give them more, give them what they were both craving. Could just pull down his boxer briefs and free his aching cock, push his head against Eren's opening and in ... in ... in...

But he didn't. Not like this.

After one last slow, indulgent thrust he pulled back from the enticing squeeze of Eren's cheeks, shifting backwards until their only contact were Jean's hands wandering back to Eren's hips.

"What the ... Jean!", came the confused protest as Eren tried to strain backwards, move after him. But Jean's hands held him steady. Before his boyfriend could protest further, maybe curse him for stopping or demand he continue or, and that thought made Jean's heart still skip, beg for him to continue, Jean spoke up.

"Turn around", he said, more plea than order despite the words he chose. "I want to see you. Your face."

There was hesitation in the way Eren's minute wiggling stilled and he didn't move for a long moment, then started turning only slowly. Jean considered helping him along, grabbing his hips and flipping him over, but he didn't want Eren to feel like any kind of control was taken from him.

All of this, letting Jean finger him open, showing him vulnerability and begging for more, all of it was Eren's decision. He had to decide to follow Jean's plea for himself as well.

But even though his movements were halting at times when he turned, in the end he still sat back to look at Jean, caught in a strange position halfway between sitting up and lying back, waiting. Looking at Jean with questioning eyes. And even though they had known each other since they were kids and been dating for years, Jean still couldn't entirely place the meaning behind that expression.

So when it was his turn to move he did so slowly, ever so slowly, always ready to fall still and stop all of this should Eren just say the word. Because no matter how enthusiastic he had seemed before, this somehow felt different. More serious and intimate than when they hadn't been able to look at each other.

But Eren didn't raise a hand to stop him, didn't breathe a single word to indicate he wasn't comfortable with what was about to happen. And when Jean leaned forward and gently pushed their lips together in a sweet kiss Eren reacted immediately, met him halfway with slow, loving movements and a sigh so quiet Jean almost didn't catch it.

His hand found Eren's chest then, surprised by how it was heaving with heavy breaths when he pressed a palm against it and carefully pushed Eren back. There was no real pressure behind the push, more of gentle nudge to indicate where he wanted his boyfriend to go. It was still Eren's decision entirely to follow the impulse and lean back, let himself sink into the mattress and lay his head back onto the pillows.

They were still kissing when Eren was splayed out below him, pliant and soft with his legs bent slightly and his arms helplessly thrown out at his sides, still moving against Jean's lips with a slow reverie they hadn't indulged in for quite a while.

When it was Eren fucking him their encounters were hot and fast and feverish more often than not, both of them biting and clawing and grunting, giving and taking with a sense of desperate urgency. It was only sometimes that they took it this slow and really indulged in these kinds of sweet, loving touches.

Now though it came to Jean more naturally than anything else ever had and he didn’t even try to hold himself back as he kept kissing Eren and reached up to grab one of their pillows with the hand that wasn’t resting gently against his boyfriend’s chest.

"Here", he breathed when they parted with a soft noise, Eren's eyes fluttering open only slowly as Jean sat back and let his hand trail down Eren's body, along his heaving chest and the hard muscles of his abdomen, foregoing the length of his cock weeping precome into his happy trail and tapping his fingertips against Eren's hips instead.

"Sit on this. It'll be easier."

Hesitation again as Eren eyed the pillow like it was out to personally attack him. Now that they had stopped for a moment the mindless need had subsided a little and doubt was slowly creeping back in, Jean could see it. But it wasn't enough for Eren to call this off. So after a moment he nodded and shifted so Jean could slide the pillow under his ass.

Part V

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Devotion - Part VII

Part I    Part VI

"Also...", Eren whispered at one point, already sounding lost in arousal again as he squeezed Jean's ass he was so familiar with. "Your ... your cock, it's ... really nice..."

Jean didn't know if he wanted to snicker at the comment or bite his lips to stifle a groan. Eren paying him compliments about his skill with his fingers and the sweet, caring way he treated his boyfriend was already wonderful but he was always a slut for hearing nice things about his body. And now with his boyfriend underneath him, palming at his ass, that had an even more interesting impact.

"Yeah?", he rumbled, burying his nose in the thick, dark hair behind the delicate shape of Eren's ear. "What about it?" Under him Eren squirmed, spine bowing as he strained up against Jean's body hovering above him, a light, teasing laugh escaping him.

"It's just so ... pretty. Love playing with it. Bet it feels so nice ... inside..."

Jean grinned at that. He knew Eren liked his cock, loved to stroke and lick and tease it. But he never considered Eren might also be fantasizing about it slowly sinking into him...

"Oh ... you want my cock inside you, hm?", he hummed back, grinding his hips against Eren's, making him gasp and chuckle, a hot little noise that told Jean he wanted more. "Could just ... slide it in right now ... fill you up..."

"Fuck, Jean..." A quiet, heated moan that made Jean's skin prickle with arousal. He reached down to finally pull his boxer briefs out of the way, letting his cock bounce free from the confines, slapping wetly against Eren's taut abdomen.

"You're already so soft and slick, all ready for me..."

A low, needy keen as Jean shifted lower, dared to bring himself into position, nudge his tip against the easily yielding opening. For a moment he considered reaching for the lube again, just to make sure. But Eren was already well prepared and his own cock was entirely soaked with his own precome at this point, having waited so long for this moment. Any more slickness might make it harder instead of easier.

So he kept still, except for a slow, teasing back and forth of his cock along Eren's entrance. His boyfriend trembled with need, thighs twitching and mouth falling open around gasping groans. He wanted this, wanted it badly. Just as badly as Jean wanted to thrust, wanted to push inside and revel in the tight, hot squeeze he'd already been blessed with feeling around his fingers.

"Such a sweet little hole", he purred, enjoying the way Eren squirmed for him, sight just gorgeous. "Bet it needs a nice stretch, needs to feel me inside..."

"Jean, I..."

The lost, slightly slurred tone made Jean's cock jump between his fingers and even though he hadn't planned to tease Eren about any of this his resolution was weakened a bit when he heard the needy sound of Eren’s voice.

"Yes, love?"

A noise like a sob, Eren's hands scrambling to pull him closer, to make him go through with it and slide his cock inside already, but Jean didn't budge just yet.

"Fuck me!" Came the desperate whine in the end as Eren tried to wiggle his hips back, just as needy and desperate for it as Jean had wanted to see him. With his mind entirely shut off, intrusive thoughts about his past all but forgotten as he followed the greedy commands of his body.

He was gorgeous like that, all sweet and relaxed and pliant, lips parted and eyes glassy. Jean felt his dick spurt even more precome at the sight, additional slickness preparing Eren even better for him.

"I need it", Eren continued his whining, still trying to wiggle and shift his way onto Jean's cock who always backed up before anything could happen, too entranced in the way his boyfriend behaved for him. He smirked, licked his lips.

"You think it's gonna be fun? That you'll like it with me?"

"Fuck yeah!" The curse left Eren with such an energy and determination that Jean would have laughed had it not been this hot. "You're perfect, just come here and ... and give it to me, fuck..."

No matter how much Jean had enjoyed teasing his boyfriend just a little bit when he was this out of it, this beautifully needy, that was enough now. He wanted to make Eren even more desperate for him, wanted him to really lose himself in his arousal, not actually torture him.

So Jean shifted his weight, grabbed one of Eren's thighs and pushed forward.

Eren let out a beautiful wail that shifted into a drawn out groan and ended with a tiny, breathless gasp. Jean didn't pause, didn't give him too much a chance to get used to the slow but steady intrusion, only kept sliding in, in, in ... even though the sudden tight heat made his own head swim and had him worrying his lower lip between his teeth long before he could rest his hips against Eren's inviting ass.

When he was fully sheathed though he paused, reaching up to brush his knuckles along Eren's brightly flushed cheek, gently checking in with him.

"Still okay?", he whispered, finding himself breathless as well and shifting his weight slightly. At first Eren only let out another low curse, moving his hands so he could claw along Jean's back as he struggled to suck in even breaths. But at least he didn't seem pained, didn't seem like he regretted begging Jean for this.

Part VIII

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Devotion - Part XI

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Eren made a soft, confused noise but still followed Jean's advice, trusting his boyfriend without question. Jean placed a palm between Eren's shoulder blades, steadying him a bit and helping him along, then stopping him when he was leaning back far enough, not too much to make him uncomfortable but enough to make this work.

Eren still looked at him with confusion, hands still locked behind Jean's neck and cock thick and hard between them, still dripping precome. A moment later though, when Jean shifted and began rolling his hips upward very slowly Eren eyes grew wide, then rolled back into his head, lashes fluttering and mouth falling open around a beautifully high pitched moan.

Jean bit his lip against the wide grin sneaking onto his face and repeated the motion just as slowly as before.

"Remember that feeling?", he purred, shifting his arm when Eren's spine bowed, muscles twitching as Jean's cock dragged along his sweet spot with every slow, deep grind.

"F-fuck Jean, that..."

"Yeah", Jean smirked, shamelessly enjoying the dumbfounded and utterly overwhelmed expression on Eren's flushed face. "Yeah, I know..."

"I ... I didn't, fuck ... I didn't know it ... it f-felt like this..."

With a shuddering moan Eren let go of his neck and instead reached his hands backwards, grabbing both of Jean's raised knees for support. His movements were just a bit clumsy and Jean felt his smirk grow fonder.

"That's what you do to me every time you fuck me", he rumbled, letting his hand wander up to cup Eren's neck, hot and slick with sweat under his fingers. "Make me feel so good Eren. Time you felt good like that as well, yeah?"

"F-fuck..."

A jerky movement of Eren's hips as he tried to move back into Jean's slow, shallow thrusts. But just like before when Jean had fingered him, had teased his prostate with such determination, Eren couldn't really do anything except sit there in Jean's lap and all but shake apart at the feeling. It was beautiful and hot and filled Jean with a strange sense of pride and satisfaction. And then...

"I think ... I think I'm g-gonna ... gonna..."

A quiet gasp left Jean at the stuttered announcement, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Could he really? Without Jean even touching his dick? Had Eren been that sensitive all this time and nobody had ever bothered finding out, not even Jean? What a waste. And yet...

"Gonna come, baby?", Jean purred, his own muscles shaking with the strain to hold back and not just lose it at the mere thought. "Gonna come on my cock?"

Eren was so far gone he couldn't even answer anymore, just gave a nod with his eyes squeezed closed and his lips parted around the most beautiful whines and moans.

Jean didn't speed up the slow, deep grind of his hips at all, just kept up the steady movements, indulgently rubbed his cock along Eren's sweet spot, allowing the feeling to build and build ... until Eren's fingers all but clawed into his knees and a second later the first wave of come spurted from his untouched cock, splattering high against his chest and collarbone.

As he came, moaning and whimpering and wailing, Eren pulled even tighter around him, squeezing hard as he pumped out wave after a wave of come and Jean lost it in time with him, head tipping back as he finally let go and allowed the sweet feeling of a long overdue orgasm to wash over him.

When he came to again Eren was slumped forward against his chest and Jean's arm keeping both of them upright was shaking violently. So he shifted it aside and allowed them to fall back onto the mattress, wrapping both arms around Eren's warm, relaxed body. He slid out of Eren with the movement, a strange, slick feeling that made his boyfriend grumble and bury his face deeper against Jean's neck. But they could clean up later. Now it was time to bask in the glorious afterglow together.

"You okay?", Jean whispered, dragging gentle fingers through Eren's hair. An affirmative grunt was all he got but that had to be enough for now. Jean smiled fondly.

"That was ... so hot. You did really great."

Another grunt, followed by an entirely unintelligible mumble. Jean couldn't help a breathless chuckle, tousling Eren's hair. His entire body was aching with exertion but all of it had been worth it to get Eren into this state of blissful mindlessness. He'd say he had done a pretty good job of making him forget all about that asshole ex and his less than enjoyable bedroom skills. How anyone could have overlooked Eren's reaction to having his prostate played with was a mystery to Jean.

Now they knew, had figured it out together. Jean had a feeling there would be a lot more experimentation with that in their near future. Eren wouldn't even know what hit him once Jean was done showing him all the fun still to be had.

But that, all the little ideas already popping into Jean's mind as he lay there with Eren sprawled out on top of him, those were for another day. Now he nudged Eren's temple with his nose and brushed a gentle kiss against sticky skin.

"I love you", he whispered, closing his arms a bit more tightly around Eren's back, snuggling a bit deeper into their embrace.

And no matter how tired or mindless Eren was, Jean could feel the warm sigh against his neck and could hear the muffled but still clear enough "Love you, too..." his boyfriend mumbled back at him.

The End

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Devotion - Part X

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Before it had been slow, sweet and exploratory. Both of them getting used to the new and unfamiliar sensations, learning what the other felt like when their roles were reversed like this. Now though, that Eren had a chance to learn what it felt like to be stretched open on Jean's cock and Jean knew just how to move to make him quiver, he went for the gold.

Eren's hips held still in a tight grip Jean began to all but pound into him, making him wail and cry out and throw his head back in ecstasy. It was the most satisfying thing Jean had ever seen, Eren squirming and cursing and hissing breathless demands for more ... it made him wonder why they didn't try this months ago.

And Eren felt so good inside, too. Relaxed enough to let Jean in easily, opening up for him like he was made for it and still squeezing him so tightly, gripping him hot and perfect, burying himself inside him all the more wonderful. It was a heady feeling, one that made Jean jittery with need and burning arousal as he grabbed Eren's hips harder, slammed himself home even deeper while his boyfriend cried out and gasped for more.

"Fuck! Fuck yes, Jean ... oh god, like that, more ... fuck, gimme more, I need ... fuck..."

That was another thing that went straight to Jean's head: How damn loud Eren was when he was being railed. Not than he was silent when it was him on top, no. But there was never this level of utterly shameless cursing and babbling and whining. It was hotter than Jean would have ever imagined, spurred him on to give it to Eren even harder, even better, until sweat was dripping down his temples and his hands started slipping on Eren's hips.

He didn't want this to be over, didn't want this experience to be cut short just because he wasn't used to this kind of active role but he also knew there was no way he could keep up this kind of pace for much longer. So he buried himself deep one more time, making Eren curse and squirm and cry out, and stilled his hips.

"Eren...", he breathed, running a hand up his boyfriend's twitching abs and heaving chest. "Do you want to ride me?"

Wide eyes blinked open, glistening lips pulling into a smirk.

"Fuck yeah."

Top or bottom, Eren's enthusiasm would always stay unrivalled. So when Jean pulled back slowly, trying not to make it uncomfortable in any way, Eren was quick to follow him, pushing himself upright and all but leaping into Jean's lap as soon as he could. The sudden impact had such force they almost tipped over but Jean caught himself, leaning back on one hand while wrapping the other arm around Eren's waist to steady him.

"Hey, careful", he laughed but the amused noise turned into a surprised hum when Eren wrapped both arms around his shoulders, rubbing a hot cheek against Jean's as he settled down.

"Want more..."

The purr was low and needy and enough to make Jean's breath stutter with the way Eren wiggled that perfect ass in his lap. There was neither space nor reason to deny him though so after a moment of trying to catch himself Jean let go of Eren's waist and instead reached around him to take himself in hand, steadying his cock until Eren could sink down on it.

Eren breathed a beautiful moan into his ear as he took Jean back inside, sliding down until he was firmly seated in Jean's lap, still wiggling a bit with excitement.

"Good?", Jean panted, trying to not let his eyes cross with the way Eren squeezed around him again so deliciously and Eren purred his low agreement. Then he started rolling his hips, not really moving a lot just yet, only getting a feel for the new position and what they could do like that.

Jean bit his lip and allowed his eyes to cross when Eren's muscles shifted around him, squeezing him tightly and massaging him almost like he was doing it on purpose. And that was before Eren really started to move.

When he was actually raising his hips for the first time it was a little shaky, a little unsure, but as soon as he let himself fall back into Jean's lap he gasped and did it again, then again, using his arms wrapped around Jean's shoulders to steady himself and start up a rhythm, powerful thighs working to make him bounce up and down.

Jean groaned, fingers clawing into the sheets where he was leaning on his hand, the other palm finding Eren's hips to help steady his boyfriend as he rode him, soon falling into a similar pace to the one Jean had fucked him in before, not quite as deep but still rough and fast. It was beautiful and incredibly hot, the way Eren gasped and moaned into his ear only making it harder for Jean to pull himself together and not just lose it right then and there, with Eren bouncing in his lap like it was his new favourite thing to do.

But Jean's grip on himself was quickly slipping after all the build-up they had been through together and so he tried the last trick he could remember, cupping Eren's hip with his free hand and urging him to slow down. He couldn't lose it before Eren, not when his boyfriend was having this much fun and he'd so arrogantly promised him the time of his life or something like that.

"Wait", he all but whimpered and Eren quickly pulled back enough to look at him, eyes wide and lips parted, panting. It was unfair how attractive he looked when he was all flushed and sweaty.

"I'm good", Jean quickly assured him as he detected a hint of worry in Eren's otherwise glassy eyes, leaning forward to press a quick kiss against his cheekbone. "I'm fine, just ... try and lean back a bit?"

Part XI

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