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[ Eren may have lacked tact and been behind in empathy but he can at least tell when Armin's upset. He has missed something here... he frowns, squeezing with the arm looped around his waist and kissing his lips as Armin had done to him before, supposing that he wouldn't perform such an act if he wouldn't appreciate the gesture himself. ] Sorry... I'm sorry, Armin... sorry.

I thought she was going to shut off like that for good.

_{[The small kiss placates him enough, drawing him back from the edge of potential tears. It's appreciated and he quickly relaxes once more, Eren's apology reaching his ears.]} ...It's okay.

She spilled her whole past to us. I'm afraid if I start talking about her though Ymir might wake up.

[ So it worked. He'll remember that in the future.... a new way to calm his friend down. Huh. ] Listen, I won't bring it up again, okay?

That's a risk I don't want at this hour. Smart point.

_{[An effective one at that.]} Okay.

_{[He goes back to playing with Eren's fingers quietly.]}

I'm sorry I got you to come to the party earlier.

I said it's fine. I should have just told you no. I thought you might get upset if I did, but I should have just done what I knew I should have.

I'd have been a little sad, but it'd have been better than the outcome.

It's over, now, so forget about it.

But I want to make it up to you...

Make it up to me? How? Why?

Why? Because it's my fault tonight ended like it did...and I think I've idea but I don't know if you'd be okay with it. It's supposed to relax you.

If it's something you thought up, I trust it... even if I still don't think you have to. I trust you, remember?

I trust you too, Eren...more than anyone.

Yeah, I know that, Armin. If you didn't, you wouldn't have stuck by me this long.

Mm...then let me do this for you, okay? _{[There's a soft kiss then, albeit short.]} I want to.

Uh... [ He just gives him a Look. ] Sure? Whatever you want...

_{[When Marco had done it to him the night before it had left him not only breathless and speechless, but utterly relaxed. That is what he wants for Eren more than anything, and as much as he could soothe with words he could also use his tongue and mouth in another way. Perhaps it'd be even more effective.

It takes a lot of courage to be able to go ahead and do something like this, but he'd asked Marco how in the first place so he could do this for Eren. In the end the desire to make Eren feel nice overrides embarrassment as he gives him another quick kiss before wriggling out of his hold.

Soon enough he's before Eren on his knees, hands sliding up his thighs till fingers settle at the hem of his pants, fiddling with the button keeping them closed.]}

Don't...freak out, okay?

[ Eren's half-expecting some kind of massage. His shoulders? Back? Should he move? He lets Armin loose and almost goes to move himself before he realizes... Armin is slinking down to sit on the floor, on his knees, right in front of him.

He gives Armin a perplexed look. His hands are at his pants and he... oh... this isn't what he expected. And especially not from Armin.

Maybe he's misunderstanding. ]

Why would I freak out?

B-Because I'm about to do something weird and embarrassing...I don't know.

_{[He'll just...leave it at that. Yeah. Fingers fumble with the button and manage to get Eren's pants loose before he takes a small breath and slides them past the elastic of Eren's boxers. It's not like it's the first time he's touched his friend's dick. He did it when he'd lost his virginity, after all. Still, this is a bit different and soon enough Armin finds himself face to face with it, fingers curled around him.

What if he wasn't any good? What if he sucked (and not in the good way either)? No, he'd manage. He could do this. It couldn't be that hard, right?]}

[ 'Weird and Embarrassing' seems to cover a lot of things that have gone on in the past few weeks, especially for someone like Armin.

Eren just goes quiet, keeping an eye on him, brow furrowing and exhibiting more and more curio--

Wait...

He's doing that?

His hand is definitely around his cock right now so... ]

You don't have to do that, Armin... seriously... I mean, if you want to, but... You don't owe me that much, do you?

I think so.

_{[If it'd make Eren relax, it was worth it.]}

...And I want to. I want to make you feel good.

... Alright, alright...

[ This still seems like too much, but he hasn't slept all night and he's for once got no energy to argue. ]

_{[Eren's acquiescence is enough to let Armin start as he swallows quietly, running his fingers up Eren's length before leaning in to press a small kiss to the tip. It's then his tongue comes out as he holds him, sliding up the same path his fingers had. He doesn't put him in his mouth just yet, more focused on making him as slippery as possible.

It's a bit crude, yes, and in all honesty Armin isn't really sure what he's doing, despite reading and experiencing it for himself. There's nothing wrong with winging it though, so long as he pays close attention to Eren's reactions. As long as it feels good in the end that's all that matters, right?]}

[ It's probably not much easier with Eren's ever-attentive gaze staring at your head.

But Eren can't look away, not sure what he should be doing right now. Before, when they'd done things, they'd been kissing and touching each other, tangled together. But this is just Armin, performing solo, suddenly. Just Armin touching him, when he hadn't even been thinking about sex.

Now that's all he can think about in his curiosity over what exactly Armin had been learning... maybe more of Marco's lessons. That guy, he thinks, must really be getting around to be learning so much. He wonders if he's having as much fun as possible... he doesn't blame him.

Everything tickles right now as Armin's light touches and-- that was his tongue and he's thinking about how he should have offered to shower again, not that he'd known this was going to go down, right now. He's not sure if it feels arousing yet, but it doesn't feel bad. He keeps his mouth shut, eyes still hovering on Armin's face (or as much of it he can see), waiting. ]

_{[Eren's gaze, like everything else about him is intense. It doesn't help right now though, and Armin makes a point not to try and look up into his eyes but instead focus on the task at hand. He can practically feel his eyes staring right through his skull as he pulls his mouth away to drag his hand up his shaft now slick with saliva. Right now Eren isn't exactly excited - who knows how long it'll take? He hadn't really paid it much attention before when he had the other time. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea...he really was going to make a fool of himself, wasn't he?

Suddenly, he feels the pressure on him to perform, even though he put himself in the position to begin with. It's then he reaches for one of Eren's hands, (with his spit-free hand, of course) and sets his hand upon his head. It's easier if Eren's touching him too, if only a little bit. Some sort of feedback, if only fingers in his hair, would be encouraging. As for now...the silence is deafening.]}

Oh...

[ So that's what he wants him to do.

Eren's hand follows along as its guided into Armin's hair and settles there, instinctively starting a slow rhythm of brushing his fingers through his bob of blond hair. Through years of experience, he can already tell Armin's not really sure of himself at all.

He looks towards the door to Ymir's room, wondering what time it is and when she'll be up. He has to keep his voice down, but... ]

You're fine, you're fine... keep going, alright?

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