[With his hair held back it's easier to manouver himself as he gives Eren one particularly indulgent lick up the underside of his shaft only to roll his lips over the head and take him in full (as best he can) once more. Without hair getting in the way or sticking to his lips kiss and lick as he pleases. It's nice, real nice, feeling Eren's hands on his head - so much so he'd be tempted to tell him he doesn't need hair ties if his mouth wasn't full.
Now that - that's the sound he wanted to hear. That's what he's been working toward. He wants to hear Eren's voice more, even though he knows that they ought to be quiet with Ymir in the other room. Still, he can't shake the desire. After all it's not fair that Eren was able to make him scream the first time.]
[ Eren ends up with a strong grip on Armin's hair, fingers flexing each time Armin's tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot. His legs part, one pulling up so the heel of his foot rested upon the edge of the couch cushion, his back leaning into the couch with a long sigh. ]
You're doing... really well, Armin.
[ Not that he has a frame of reference, but the sensations jolting up his thighs and the way he feels himself throb against Armin's lips are more than enough evidence for him. If he was drowsy at all before, he's fully alert now and zoned in on his friend, eyes half-shut but focused on him once more with his body settled into its new position. ]
[Encouragement is all he needs to move with increased vigor, picking up his pace and shifting his position ever so slightly when Eren lifts a leg up. So he wasn't messing up. He was doing it right. Eren was enjoying it and that thought alone makes his own heartbeat race as he tends to Eren's length with utmost care as he teasingly swirls his tongue around the tip.
He teases, tongue wet and mouth hot, a hand skirting up the inside of Eren's raised thigh. He likes being praised. He likes knowing he's doing a good job. Most of all, however, he likes knowing that Eren's enjoying himself.]
[ While the bold move of initiating this in the first place still dizzies him, Armin's skills once he's got his footing was never in question from Eren's end. He knows his friend like the back of his hand, and even if they're still getting sexually acquainted, Armin's brain isn't about to turn off just because he's in unfamiliar territory. He'd managed in the military. This shit's kiddy school compared to that stress. There's no way, in Eren's unending confidence about Armin, that he would doubt his ability to stay on the ball, so to speak.
He's not like Eren, who is effectively losing his grasp on really thinking, getting quickly overwhelmed by all of Armin's efforts. He can feel it, that strange, pulling sensation in his stomach and in his thighs that makes his toes curl in his socks and his jaw clench. There's no fucking way he can hold up against this. ]
Shit... Armin, I'm not gonna last much longer... got it?
[If there was a task that needed to be done one could depend without fail that Armin would follow through. He was more reliable and brave than many gave him credit for and sucking his best friend off in an attempt to get him to relax was child's play in comparison to fighting Titans or watching people being devoured outright. No, this really isn't so bad, and now that he's found his footing, Eren warning him with stilted breath that he's near the edge, the last thing he's going to do is back down.
Only a moment is spared as he pulls back, giving a languid lick from the base of Eren's shaft up to the very tip.]
I know, but it's okay Eren. Just let go, okay?
[That's all the warning he gives when he dives back in to suck him hard, bobbing his head with a steady rhythm. He knows what the outcome will be, and if it's between Eren's release going everywhere over himself or his pajamas, Armin'd much rather swallow the whole lot and be done with it.
[ It could be his face and the way he glances up at him as he speaks, some saliva stuck to his mouth and his eyes a little dark. It could be the way he speaks to him, like it's nothing. That confidence all welled up in his face and the way his mouth curves when he says 'okay' and dives right back in with gusto. It's definitely his mouth, the way it sucks on him with determination, clearly with a set mission now to push him beyond his limits.
What combination of Armin's present self truly hits him the hardest is beyond him with his head this foggy, but any hope of clinging on longer is knocked out of him like a blow to the stomach. Maybe a veteran in the field of sex would have had a strong wall up against this kind of thing, but Eren's only earning his first badge for this particular field of practice. With a few heavy breaths, fingers digging into Armin's scalp as he clutches his hair in a continuing stubborn effort to keep it back and abide by Armin's first request, he shivers and tenses up before lurching forward, foot slipping off the couch's edge to smack onto the floor and body curled not far above Armin's head.
If Armin had any plans of pulling back and dodging his shot, the push of his palms and the proximity of his body were a half step from thwarting it as he gasps loudly, body twitching with orgasm and his eyes squeezed shut. ]
[Even if he knew it was coming and even though he expected it, when Eren does finally let go Armin finds himself somewhat caught off guard, eyes widening as he's held in place, doing his best not to choke as Eren gives into his release. It takes all of Armin's willpower not to pull back on instinct, forcing himself to swallow the hot, sticky mess being left in his mouth. The taste isn't gag worthy at least but the texture isn't exactly pleasant.
When the last shudders of orgasm have wracked Eren's body Armin finally manages to pull back with a gasp, sputtering slightly as he takes in a much needed breath, a bit of Eren's cum dribbling down his chin. It's wiped away with the back of a hand after a moment and a weak little cough before he leans back in to press a messy little kiss to the tip of Eren's now easing erection.]
[ It takes him a long moment to release Armin's hair and sit up enough to really look at him as he pulls back. He swallows a few times, getting his breath back as he scans him up and down for a moment, barely hearing his words over the drumming sound behind his ears. He just sees the small kiss and the movement of his mouth. Setting his mouth together, palms resting on his knees for a short spell, he draws in a deep breath before reaching out and looping his arms under Armin's, pulling him up somewhat sloppily and practically chucking him onto the couch.
In a decisive motion, he pins him down with a kiss, hand dragging whatever limbs of his body had been left hanging over the couch up onto the cushions with him.
There's no way he's letting something like that go unrewarded, worn out or not. ]
[He hadn't expected to be dragged off the floor and plopped onto the couch anymore than he expected to be pinned down by a kiss so suddenly after what he'd just done. (Didn't Eren find it a little gross? To kiss him with such a mouth?) Eren didn't seem to care though, and as long as Eren didn't care, Armin certainly couldn't find it in himself to.
Immediately Armin finds himself melting, returning the kiss without fail, shoulders pressed into the couch cushion with a small sound. There's no point in asking if Eren enjoyed it - the answer is clear enough.]
[ When there's no fight or protest, Eren sinks into the kiss, pushing to part Armin's lips with his tongue. He lays half on his body, his side sunk into the back of the couch.
The hand closest to Armin goes down to his waistband, moving somewhere between pushing it down out of his way and just shoving his hand underneath for the sake of convenience.
He can't return the favor exactly, not at this hour, not with his carelessness and definitely not with his teeth right now, but his hand works and his hand can do something. He grasps him, giving him a short tug before he starts to stroke him rhythmically, thumb running over the head in passing. ]
[All he'd been expecting to do when he got on his knees before Eren was to get his best friend off. That's all he'd had intended. He'd never thought he'd end up after it with his back against the couch with Eren's hand down his pajama pants.
He's lucky that Eren's kissing him for it stifles the small moan that vibrates in the back of his throat, fingers reaching up to brush against the side of Eren's cheek. It's unnecessary, what Eren's doing, but he's not going to tell him to stop.
He'd be a fool to do so, and that is something Armin Arlert is not.]
[ He's pleased to see that this is all in Armin's favor. No protests, no push-back, just Armin moaning for him again. For once, his snap decisions didn't blow up in his face. Remembering Armin's rowdy sounds from before, he decides to keep kissing him in an effort to muffle him. As revved up as he is, Ymir's presence is still in the back of his mind.
He knows his hand is no where near as nice as Armin's mouth had been, but even so, it's something he can do in exchange. He pauses his palm, attending to the tip of his cock with his thumb, rubbing slow circles against the slit before sliding back into stroking him. He's not really sure what he's doing anymore than Armin had been sure of giving him a blowjob, but Armin's honest voice at least will guide him along.
If nothing else, he knows they're both on the same page when it comes to kissing and how much they both enjoy it. ]
[Kissing Eren is one of the more invigorating things Armin has found he's able to do in his life. It makes him feel wonderfully alive, and every time their lips come together it's like a jolt of electricity surges down his spine. It doesn't take him very long to accept the fact that Eren's hand down there feels great, but that isn't really too much of a surprise. After all he was already endeared to the idea of Eren touching him in the first place. It wasn't surprising that those very hands he loved so much could make him feel so pleasant.
If there's one thing Armin's unable to do it's fake feeling good when it comes to this sort of thing. His emotions and reactions are far too raw to be suppressed, his voice too keen to be heard as he's semi silenced with kisses. It doesn't take long for his arms to loop around Eren's neck, hips pressing up into the hand working away at him down below. It may be greedy of him but there's no way he could deny it, even if he wanted to, nor does it matter if his friend really knows what he's doing or not - he wants Eren. A lot.]
[ He's balancing his attention between stroking Armin off and tangling their tongues in Armin's mouth and it's hard not to slip when it's so early in the morning and he's slept so little. His body wants to sleep after that orgasm, but he's fighting it. Now and again, he squeezes Armin's cock a bit too hard or clacks their teeth together in attempts at tugging his lip.
He doesn't have it in him to pause and apologize. He hopes it's understood.
If any ounce of him had been up for it right now, he would have had to restrain himself not to fuck Armin into the floor after the performance he'd given. The desire's there, almost overwhelming with its unfamiliarity, but but he has to pocket it for another day. He channels any of it he can muster into that kiss, pulling his tongue into his mouth and biting a little more on his lips than he had before. He'd be right at his throat, if the risk of noise was not so heavy. He hopes Armin can deal with a swollen mouth for a day. ]
[It's almost comedic, how easily excitable Armin is at the moment, how each tug of teeth against his lips and the hand working him bare makes his toes curl and body quiver. Not even the fact his lips may tell all about what he got up to in the morning is an issue. No apologies are needed, nor would Armin appreciate any pause that would give way to a lack of attention. Eren's overwhelmingly attentive and that, more than anything, sets him on edge.
There's a whimper against Eren's lips as he grinds his hips into his hand, desperate. Desire is something foreign for Armin too, at least of this sort. It leaves him with ideas though, thoughts he'd never have had prior to coming here but stores away for a later date. If only he could drag Eren back to his bedroom with him. He'll leave that for another night, though. One where he doesn't have to dampen his voice and can be as loud as he wants.]
[ Armin is trembling and tensing, just as he was that night. He's starting to learn that as a definitive 'sign' that he's doing something really right and he would almost grin if his mouth wasn't so busy.
Getting Armin to squirm like this has its own amusing qualities. It's almost like tickling him, but there's no ounce of him asking Eren to stop. Instead, his hips are pushing into his palm, asking him for more, twitching every time he slides his thumb against the slit of his cock or gently gropes his balls. This is what he wanted, it's nice and equal and Armin's enjoying himself. What he'd done for Eren no longer feels like some act of guilt from Armin's end and that was Eren's goal. He feels better about the whole thing. ]
Hey, Armin? Do you like this kind of thing? Is it alright?
[ But a part of him still wants a confirmation, all the same. ]
[Even if he were to lie and say no, he didn't like it, he hated it, his body would say otherwise. The sounds he was making would be enough to give him away in an instant. It's somewhat of an annoying question - yes he was enjoying himself, but that was partially because of whose hands were on him to begin with. If he wasn't enjoying himself, that would've been very obvious, especially to someone who could read him like an open book from the tiniest nuances and reactions.
It's a little annoying, that he's forced to respond, to speak up with words instead of sounds. When he does speak he does his best to keep it as a whisper, airy and light. ]
I already told you Eren...I like your hands. Even more so when they're on me.
[ Eren, strangely thoughtful, gives Armin's face a once-over, a little short of breath himself just from being so close and having him writhe against his touches. He can tell her's a little annoyed. Eren's broken the kiss and made him split his concentration. He made him think again. It was a little inconsiderate, but Eren's not known for being considerate of anyone. But the expression he's still making kills him. His fingers flex against his cock, squeezing him in spite of himself.
Still, he understands, pressing his body up against his friend's and turning his head, sinking some love bites into his neck in a small gesture of forgiveness.
His own heartbeat is in his ears, thumping so loud as he runs his tongue over a row of teeth marks in Armin's skin. Maybe he'd be the one to wake up Ymir instead if it kept rumbling so loud. ]
... ah... I really want to fuck you... it's so weird, Armin. You need to come back later, after work or something. When Ymir's gone. I don't know...
[That was...a rather explicitly honest admission, but Eren Jaeger wasn't known for having much tact. He's no wordsmith by any means, and even though his rants had reached and inspired many of their comrades, that didn't mean he was ever sensitive. There wasn't a filter in place over Eren's mouth and while that was detrimental in many cases, his blunt honesty was always something Armin appreciated. So many people were liars, Armin himself included, but Eren could always be counted on to tell the truth. Most of the time, anyway. He'd always been a terrible liar, even on the off time he'd attempt to.
The proposition makes his cheeks flush as he squirms a bit, doing his best to stay still. There's something...enticing about Eren stating such a desire. It wasn't even the thought of sex turning him pink. No, what made him feel warm was being wanted by someone; someone who wasn't just anyone.
Eren wants him, and there's nothing quite like the feeling of being wanted.]
If you want to, I'll let you...I'll let you do whatever you want, but you've to promise me you'll sleep after this. That you'll relax.
[It's hard to talk when your best friend has your dick in his hand, but somehow he manages it.]
[ Eren crinkles his nose after the second request. The first was reasonable, but the second was like hearing someone from a nanny or a mom. ]
Armin, you brat...
[ He cracks a grin against his throat and moves his free arm, sticking it under Armin and pulling him while rolling himself so they laid back to belly with Armin closest to the edge of the couch.
His other arm enters the fray as he puts as much space as he can on the short couch between their bodies, slipping down his pajamas from the back, squeezing his ass first before weaseling his fingers beneath to press against his entrance, rubbing little circles against it with two pressing fingers. He can't really get inside him without anything on hand, but he can play with him a little after that statement. ]
[Brat indeed, but did that really warrant the sudden change in position, let alone teasing? He's torn between complaining and moaning, although the latter wins out as he brings up a hand of his own to silence himself. Keeping his composure is difficult, especially with the fingers prodding at his behind. Now that Eren put the notion of sex in his mind it's hard to think of anything else, the chip in his head surely helping no doubt.
Somehow though, he manages to pull his hand away, pressing his back against Eren's chest as he does so, mindful of where fingers and hands are currently tormenting him.]
[ He knew he could count on Armin's quick thinking, glad to hear him stifle himself. He's not helping him anymore. He's known Armin too long to tolerate him getting one over on him. ]
Since the day you were born.
[ He turns his hand round, rubbing his knuckles against him, instead, as his other hand squeezes his cock again and starts to stroke him mercilessly with a light hold, halfway between wanting to hear just how he might snuff out one of those screams and punishing him for his little quip.
Not like he wasn't going to clean. Not like he wasn't going to hold him to those words, but right now, he's got the advantage and he's going to grasp it. ]
[It's funny the things one can think of when they're caught up in the throws of passion. Armin feels as if he's going to fall off the couch as Eren makes it a point to deliberately mess with him. He knows what he's doing, he knows he's making it harder for him to stay quiet, but as Armin lets his palm hover over his lips all he can curse is not Eren but the couch. While it fits the two of them it's still a bit of a squeeze. It's an injustice, really, that they're on this couch instead of in Armin's spacious bed.
It's just another thing to add to the long list of things that made life utterly unfair.
There's a sudden buck of his hips as he's torn between pressing back against Eren or up to grind into his hand. Teeth find their way against his fingers as he bites down on them, eyes squeezing shut, a desperate whimper slipping out despite his best efforts to quell it. Eren's playing dirty here and it isn't fair that he has to be quiet, but in a way it's a challenge, a test of willpower. Too bad Eren had enough willpower to drive a whole army.]
[ That's just about exactly the kind of reaction he wanted to see. Armin's body jerked and pushed against his hands as he'd hoped and it's more than enough to encourage his tirade. Something in him is so satisfied to see Armin lose his composure. He can't criticize him for being tense, being so wound up constantly himself, but he is so tense, for every good reason, and now he's just a fine mess, from a few simple and persistent touches.
He doesn't want to overcredit the idea of sex, but it's much more fascinating than what he'd initially given it credit for. ]
[As exhausted as Eren is, Armin's fatigue is considerable in comparison. It doesn't take much for him to begin to quickly unravel beneath Eren's hands, body quaking as each stroke carries him further toward the edge he's so desperately trying not to tip over. He's also desperately trying to keep quiet, but Eren seems intent on foiling his plan to do so.]
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Now that - that's the sound he wanted to hear. That's what he's been working toward. He wants to hear Eren's voice more, even though he knows that they ought to be quiet with Ymir in the other room. Still, he can't shake the desire. After all it's not fair that Eren was able to make him scream the first time.]
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You're doing... really well, Armin.
[ Not that he has a frame of reference, but the sensations jolting up his thighs and the way he feels himself throb against Armin's lips are more than enough evidence for him. If he was drowsy at all before, he's fully alert now and zoned in on his friend, eyes half-shut but focused on him once more with his body settled into its new position. ]
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He teases, tongue wet and mouth hot, a hand skirting up the inside of Eren's raised thigh. He likes being praised. He likes knowing he's doing a good job. Most of all, however, he likes knowing that Eren's enjoying himself.]
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He's not like Eren, who is effectively losing his grasp on really thinking, getting quickly overwhelmed by all of Armin's efforts. He can feel it, that strange, pulling sensation in his stomach and in his thighs that makes his toes curl in his socks and his jaw clench. There's no fucking way he can hold up against this. ]
Shit... Armin, I'm not gonna last much longer... got it?
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Only a moment is spared as he pulls back, giving a languid lick from the base of Eren's shaft up to the very tip.]
I know, but it's okay Eren. Just let go, okay?
[That's all the warning he gives when he dives back in to suck him hard, bobbing his head with a steady rhythm. He knows what the outcome will be, and if it's between Eren's release going everywhere over himself or his pajamas, Armin'd much rather swallow the whole lot and be done with it.
Or at least, he'll try.]
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What combination of Armin's present self truly hits him the hardest is beyond him with his head this foggy, but any hope of clinging on longer is knocked out of him like a blow to the stomach. Maybe a veteran in the field of sex would have had a strong wall up against this kind of thing, but Eren's only earning his first badge for this particular field of practice. With a few heavy breaths, fingers digging into Armin's scalp as he clutches his hair in a continuing stubborn effort to keep it back and abide by Armin's first request, he shivers and tenses up before lurching forward, foot slipping off the couch's edge to smack onto the floor and body curled not far above Armin's head.
If Armin had any plans of pulling back and dodging his shot, the push of his palms and the proximity of his body were a half step from thwarting it as he gasps loudly, body twitching with orgasm and his eyes squeezed shut. ]
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When the last shudders of orgasm have wracked Eren's body Armin finally manages to pull back with a gasp, sputtering slightly as he takes in a much needed breath, a bit of Eren's cum dribbling down his chin. It's wiped away with the back of a hand after a moment and a weak little cough before he leans back in to press a messy little kiss to the tip of Eren's now easing erection.]
...Feel better?
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In a decisive motion, he pins him down with a kiss, hand dragging whatever limbs of his body had been left hanging over the couch up onto the cushions with him.
There's no way he's letting something like that go unrewarded, worn out or not. ]
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Immediately Armin finds himself melting, returning the kiss without fail, shoulders pressed into the couch cushion with a small sound. There's no point in asking if Eren enjoyed it - the answer is clear enough.]
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The hand closest to Armin goes down to his waistband, moving somewhere between pushing it down out of his way and just shoving his hand underneath for the sake of convenience.
He can't return the favor exactly, not at this hour, not with his carelessness and definitely not with his teeth right now, but his hand works and his hand can do something. He grasps him, giving him a short tug before he starts to stroke him rhythmically, thumb running over the head in passing. ]
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He's lucky that Eren's kissing him for it stifles the small moan that vibrates in the back of his throat, fingers reaching up to brush against the side of Eren's cheek. It's unnecessary, what Eren's doing, but he's not going to tell him to stop.
He'd be a fool to do so, and that is something Armin Arlert is not.]
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He knows his hand is no where near as nice as Armin's mouth had been, but even so, it's something he can do in exchange. He pauses his palm, attending to the tip of his cock with his thumb, rubbing slow circles against the slit before sliding back into stroking him. He's not really sure what he's doing anymore than Armin had been sure of giving him a blowjob, but Armin's honest voice at least will guide him along.
If nothing else, he knows they're both on the same page when it comes to kissing and how much they both enjoy it. ]
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If there's one thing Armin's unable to do it's fake feeling good when it comes to this sort of thing. His emotions and reactions are far too raw to be suppressed, his voice too keen to be heard as he's semi silenced with kisses. It doesn't take long for his arms to loop around Eren's neck, hips pressing up into the hand working away at him down below. It may be greedy of him but there's no way he could deny it, even if he wanted to, nor does it matter if his friend really knows what he's doing or not - he wants Eren. A lot.]
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He doesn't have it in him to pause and apologize. He hopes it's understood.
If any ounce of him had been up for it right now, he would have had to restrain himself not to fuck Armin into the floor after the performance he'd given. The desire's there, almost overwhelming with its unfamiliarity, but but he has to pocket it for another day. He channels any of it he can muster into that kiss, pulling his tongue into his mouth and biting a little more on his lips than he had before. He'd be right at his throat, if the risk of noise was not so heavy. He hopes Armin can deal with a swollen mouth for a day. ]
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There's a whimper against Eren's lips as he grinds his hips into his hand, desperate. Desire is something foreign for Armin too, at least of this sort. It leaves him with ideas though, thoughts he'd never have had prior to coming here but stores away for a later date. If only he could drag Eren back to his bedroom with him. He'll leave that for another night, though. One where he doesn't have to dampen his voice and can be as loud as he wants.]
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Getting Armin to squirm like this has its own amusing qualities. It's almost like tickling him, but there's no ounce of him asking Eren to stop. Instead, his hips are pushing into his palm, asking him for more, twitching every time he slides his thumb against the slit of his cock or gently gropes his balls. This is what he wanted, it's nice and equal and Armin's enjoying himself. What he'd done for Eren no longer feels like some act of guilt from Armin's end and that was Eren's goal. He feels better about the whole thing. ]
Hey, Armin? Do you like this kind of thing? Is it alright?
[ But a part of him still wants a confirmation, all the same. ]
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It's a little annoying, that he's forced to respond, to speak up with words instead of sounds. When he does speak he does his best to keep it as a whisper, airy and light. ]
I already told you Eren...I like your hands. Even more so when they're on me.
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Still, he understands, pressing his body up against his friend's and turning his head, sinking some love bites into his neck in a small gesture of forgiveness.
His own heartbeat is in his ears, thumping so loud as he runs his tongue over a row of teeth marks in Armin's skin. Maybe he'd be the one to wake up Ymir instead if it kept rumbling so loud. ]
... ah... I really want to fuck you... it's so weird, Armin. You need to come back later, after work or something. When Ymir's gone. I don't know...
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The proposition makes his cheeks flush as he squirms a bit, doing his best to stay still. There's something...enticing about Eren stating such a desire. It wasn't even the thought of sex turning him pink. No, what made him feel warm was being wanted by someone; someone who wasn't just anyone.
Eren wants him, and there's nothing quite like the feeling of being wanted.]
If you want to, I'll let you...I'll let you do whatever you want, but you've to promise me you'll sleep after this. That you'll relax.
[It's hard to talk when your best friend has your dick in his hand, but somehow he manages it.]
And...tidy up this place a little...Okay?
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Armin, you brat...
[ He cracks a grin against his throat and moves his free arm, sticking it under Armin and pulling him while rolling himself so they laid back to belly with Armin closest to the edge of the couch.
His other arm enters the fray as he puts as much space as he can on the short couch between their bodies, slipping down his pajamas from the back, squeezing his ass first before weaseling his fingers beneath to press against his entrance, rubbing little circles against it with two pressing fingers. He can't really get inside him without anything on hand, but he can play with him a little after that statement. ]
Are you trying to bribe me with my own request?
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Somehow though, he manages to pull his hand away, pressing his back against Eren's chest as he does so, mindful of where fingers and hands are currently tormenting him.]
I'm...I'm an opportunist, what can I say?
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Since the day you were born.
[ He turns his hand round, rubbing his knuckles against him, instead, as his other hand squeezes his cock again and starts to stroke him mercilessly with a light hold, halfway between wanting to hear just how he might snuff out one of those screams and punishing him for his little quip.
Not like he wasn't going to clean. Not like he wasn't going to hold him to those words, but right now, he's got the advantage and he's going to grasp it. ]
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It's just another thing to add to the long list of things that made life utterly unfair.
There's a sudden buck of his hips as he's torn between pressing back against Eren or up to grind into his hand. Teeth find their way against his fingers as he bites down on them, eyes squeezing shut, a desperate whimper slipping out despite his best efforts to quell it. Eren's playing dirty here and it isn't fair that he has to be quiet, but in a way it's a challenge, a test of willpower. Too bad Eren had enough willpower to drive a whole army.]
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E-Eren...I can't...I'm not going to last...
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