Wo Rosen blüh’n - Part V
Marco hummed, a soft smile playing along his lips as he leaned down again to kiss Eren’s temple, his cheekbone, his jaw. When he came to hover over Eren’s lips he paused, keeping a careful distance between them as he looked at their guest.
“Can I kiss you?”, he murmured, soft and sweet. For some reason Jean held his breath, nuzzling a little closer to Eren’s side, fingertips stilling against the taut skin of Eren’s stomach. But then the man gave a nod, still timid but sure, and Jean let out a quiet sigh as he watched them come together.
Their kiss was slow and careful as well, but this time Eren was brave enough to kiss back from the start, moving his lips against Marco’s and sighing sweetly.
They were gorgeous together, Marco’s calm control and Eren handing him the lead in such a natural, deeply impressive way. Besides that, besides Marco being allowed the control he handled so perfectly and Eren slowly warming up to them, slowly relaxing and trusting he was wanted between them, they were also just plain hot.
Especially when Marco flicked out the tip of a pink tongue to slip it between Eren’s lips and deepen the kiss. Jean felt an insistent heat spread through his body, pooling low in his abdomen and making his already interested cock throb.
Just to be even more of a tease he shifted until he could press his hips against Eren, rub the hard length of his dick against Eren’s thigh. He heard a moan, muffled and sweet, and Eren’s fingers squeezed his leg even harder.
With a wide grin Jean looked back up at them and licked his lips and the erotic sight of them kissing deep and needy. He was already enjoying this way too much and they hadn’t even started.
Jean would watch them fuck. More than that, he’d watch his loving boyfriend completely break down the man who’d used him so perfectly last night and he would enjoy every second of it.
Not because he had some weird craving for revenge and thought Eren deserved what he’d gone through, no.
His desire to see Eren reduced to a babbling puddle couldn’t be further removed from reasons like that. He wanted, if not even needed, to give Eren something back.
And even though Jean knew that Eren had more than enjoyed their night together as well and didn’t need them to give him anything in return, Jean also knew they all wanted more than that. Wanted to get back into a balance before they parted and not let that one night be the only experience they’d shared together.
Long before Jean had finished contemplating just how perfect this would be for the three of them they parted, Marco shifted back and revealing Eren’s face, his almost dazed expression and half lidded eyes. Jean knew how he was feeling, how overwhelming Marco’s kisses could become after a little while.
He seemed to wake up again when Marco spoke, already reacting to the smooth voice like he’d never done anything else in his life.
“What do you think we get you undressed first?”
Eren swallowed but then gave a quick nod, eyes flicking up and down to take in what he could of Marco who was wearing a baggy pajama shirt and a pair of thin sweatpants if Jean remembered correctly.
Jean was the only one who’d slept naked, not bothering to put on clothes after his shower last night. He liked the feeling of soft sheets and his boyfriend’s warmth against his skin, especially after a long, rough scene. It made him feel confident, being that vulnerable and yet so safe and loved.
But he also understood that sleeping naked wasn’t for everyone and besides, he also really enjoyed how Eren looked like in Marco’s old shirt, in his boxer shorts. Undressing him would be even more fun like this and because they’d all been waiting Jean got right down to it.
He sat up, coming to kneel right next to Eren with the sheets slipping down and pooling around his hips. Letting his hand wander up to Eren’s chest he bunched up the shirt, revealing that tight stomach and Eren’s gorgeous pecs, his dark nipples that Jean wanted to suck on so badly.
He wondered what kind of noises Eren made when he wasn’t scening as a ruthless dom but let himself go instead, giving himself to pleasure. They’d find out very soon if they all got their way.
“A little help?”, Jean murmured and Eren reacted right away, sitting up enough for Jean to pull the shirt up and over his head, carelessly flinging it to the side after it had done its deed.
After that Jean couldn’t help but splay his hands against Eren’s chest, his pale fingers such a stark contrast against the tan skin. He hadn’t been allowed to touch nearly enough last night, that would have broken any illusion of a mood they’d wanted to create.
But now that they wanted nothing but to enjoy each other he could touch and touch and touch however much he wanted as long as Eren let him. And since Eren didn’t make any move to stop him and instead melted back against the mattress with a breathless sound Jean was pretty sure their guest didn’t have any problem with being groped a little.
Brushing both thumbs across Eren’s dusky nipples Jean enjoyed the little noise he could pull out of the man. The nubs hardened rather quickly under his touches, a very satisfying feeling.
Soon Jean couldn’t hold back and leaned down to drag a tongue over a nipple, slow and sensual, holding eye contact with Eren all the way through.
He’d expected Eren to sigh, maybe moan a little and lean his head back into the pillows. What he didn’t expect was for Eren to cup the back of his head with a broad palm and pull him up into a deep kiss that was wet and full of tongue and made Jean’s stomach flip with excitement and anticipation.
to be continued…
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