[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.]
[ 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.
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?]
[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.]
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... ]
[He isn't really sure of himself by any means, but that doesn't mean he wants to stop or isn't going to try. This is something he wants to do, opposed to something he's forced to do and that makes all the difference.
Eren's words cause his shoulders to sag, fingers in his hair steadying him as he stops stroking with his hand and returns his tongue to Eren's flesh instead. Words of encouragement mean more to him than Eren could possibly know as he steels his resolve to finally, after one particularly steady lick to the tip, put Eren in his mouth entirely. Well, not exactly 'entirely' - for now it's just the head as he gives him an experimental suck, moving to bob his head ever so slightly.]
It's a quick decision when he decides he definitely prefers Armin's mouth over the touch of his hand. That wet heat is definitely doing things to him. If he focuses on it... he can tell that he's starting to like it. His tongue leaves a cool, damp trail against his skin with every brush against him and it almost makes him shiver with a chill.
Then, suddenly... suddenly, he has to look down with almost a bend to his body to confirm the jolt of heat up his spine was indeed Armin's mouth slipping around his length. All of his attention narrows in on what Armin's doing instead of Armin himself, his hand moving much more slowly in his hair, as if he were in a bit of a trance.
He wasn't so sure of this a minute ago, but now there's no doubt in him that he's warming up to it. ]
[And warming Eren up is exactly what Armin (hopefully) plans to do. It's a little awkward, having Eren in his mouth as he's mindful of his teeth when he moves, drawing his lips up and off briefly. The more he uses his tongue, swirling it around only to dip down again, the more used to it he gets, texture and taste. It's a bit odd, but it isn't awful, and he soon puts Eren back in his mouth to suck and tease as best he can.
He wants Eren to quiver and shake, wants him to burn up until he's reduced to cooling embers, sleepy and utterly spent. He wants Eren to feel like he did the first night they spent together, limbs heavy and breathing light. With his free hand he slides it up and down Eren's thigh, still clothed by his pants. Even so, the touch is hopefully enough to make him shiver when thrown into the mix. Maybe, just maybe, he'll get so worked up he'll pull on his hair.
Wasn't that a thought?
Thoughts of potential hair pulling aside, Armin quickly finds himself falling into a steady rhythm, focused on the task at hand. He may not be the best at this, nor does he really know exactly what he's doing, but at the very least Armin's always been a quick learner. That ought to count for something, right?]
[ And the more Armin uses his tongue, the more trouble Eren's having sitting still. But Stubborn Eren Jaeger puts a fist into the couch cushion, grabbing the foam and fabric the best he can in his fingers to keep his body from squirming around.
Armin's mouth takes some getting used to. It's not the same as the first time. It's abrupt and unplanned and his frustratingly slow burn makes it hard to get going right away, but if nothing else, it's leaving Armin with more time to get an idea of what he's doing. The more sure Armin's footing grows, though, the more staggered Eren's breathing gets. This isn't as good as having sex had been but... damn, does it have its merits already. With his lack of experience, he could care less about how clumsy Armin might be about it.
All that matters to him, right now, is that heat around him. The way his tongue slides over his skin. The spike of sensation every time Armin dares to such on him.
He has to keep quiet, which is a daunting task for Eren, though he is luckily quieter than most in this situation thus far.
Maybe he's just getting used to hiding but...
He curses softly, hips unfortunately rocking forward, which he quickly rolls back to keep from gagging his friend, a long sigh sounding out. ]
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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?
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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?
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[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?]
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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?
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[If it'd make Eren relax, it was worth it.]
...And I want to. I want to make you feel good.
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[ This still seems like too much, but he hasn't slept all night and he's for once got no energy to argue. ]
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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?]
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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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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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Eren's words cause his shoulders to sag, fingers in his hair steadying him as he stops stroking with his hand and returns his tongue to Eren's flesh instead. Words of encouragement mean more to him than Eren could possibly know as he steels his resolve to finally, after one particularly steady lick to the tip, put Eren in his mouth entirely. Well, not exactly 'entirely' - for now it's just the head as he gives him an experimental suck, moving to bob his head ever so slightly.]
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It's a quick decision when he decides he definitely prefers Armin's mouth over the touch of his hand. That wet heat is definitely doing things to him. If he focuses on it... he can tell that he's starting to like it. His tongue leaves a cool, damp trail against his skin with every brush against him and it almost makes him shiver with a chill.
Then, suddenly... suddenly, he has to look down with almost a bend to his body to confirm the jolt of heat up his spine was indeed Armin's mouth slipping around his length. All of his attention narrows in on what Armin's doing instead of Armin himself, his hand moving much more slowly in his hair, as if he were in a bit of a trance.
He wasn't so sure of this a minute ago, but now there's no doubt in him that he's warming up to it. ]
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He wants Eren to quiver and shake, wants him to burn up until he's reduced to cooling embers, sleepy and utterly spent. He wants Eren to feel like he did the first night they spent together, limbs heavy and breathing light. With his free hand he slides it up and down Eren's thigh, still clothed by his pants. Even so, the touch is hopefully enough to make him shiver when thrown into the mix. Maybe, just maybe, he'll get so worked up he'll pull on his hair.
Wasn't that a thought?
Thoughts of potential hair pulling aside, Armin quickly finds himself falling into a steady rhythm, focused on the task at hand. He may not be the best at this, nor does he really know exactly what he's doing, but at the very least Armin's always been a quick learner. That ought to count for something, right?]
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Armin's mouth takes some getting used to. It's not the same as the first time. It's abrupt and unplanned and his frustratingly slow burn makes it hard to get going right away, but if nothing else, it's leaving Armin with more time to get an idea of what he's doing. The more sure Armin's footing grows, though, the more staggered Eren's breathing gets. This isn't as good as having sex had been but... damn, does it have its merits already. With his lack of experience, he could care less about how clumsy Armin might be about it.
All that matters to him, right now, is that heat around him. The way his tongue slides over his skin. The spike of sensation every time Armin dares to such on him.
He has to keep quiet, which is a daunting task for Eren, though he is luckily quieter than most in this situation thus far.
Maybe he's just getting used to hiding but...
He curses softly, hips unfortunately rocking forward, which he quickly rolls back to keep from gagging his friend, a long sigh sounding out. ]
Fuck... sorry... aah...
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