[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.]
[ Eren presses his mouth against his ear so he can speak clearly but quietly. He's one step closer to them both sleeping sounder than they have in a while and Armin keeps quivering and twitching under his hands. That's exactly what he wants to hear right now. ]
Good. I don't want you to. Go ahead, it's not like you have me to wait on.
[Eren's hot breath on the shell of his ear delivering permission is all he needs to let go as his hips jerk and a moan, despite his best attempts to muffle it, slips free. He can't help but shake, quivering as he rides out his orgasm, limbs going limp as he relaxes back against Eren, spent. His breath manages to even out, although it comes in short little pants. He feels...well, great. Talk about a stress reliever, even if it did end up with Eren getting his hands a bit dirty (along with Armin's pajamas but hey, he could ignore that.)]
[ Eren lifts his head a bit to peek at Ymir's door, and when he hears no stirring, lies himself down again, relieved. Both hands leave Armin's pants once he's settled and, in his fatigue, he bends down awkwardly to grab his sock, wipe his hand off with it, and discard it on the floor for washing later on. He's in no mood for moving, even if his body is heavily riled in spite of its nagging need for sleep. ]
Think so, huh?
[ It's an easily disgarded comment, one with no meaning but to fill up the quiet morning air. He tugs on Armin a bit and encourages him to roll over. ]
Sleep here with me, then? It's not nice like a bed, but I won't let you roll off.
[Maybe that's a little silly, but it's the truth. Maybe it's a little embarrassing too, but Armin really could care less. He rolls over then, tucking himself close as best he can, pressing his forehead against Eren's chest, relieved he doesn't have to get up and leave.]
[ Eren pulls down the blanket he's been using from over the top of the couch and lets it fall over them, arm staying draped over Armin's shoulders as he holds him to keep him securely on the couch. He rests his chin on Armin's head and gives a sleep-addled sigh. ]
[Armin can't help but think it's a bit silly to be thanked for coming over. It's not as if he didn't want to be. He'd much rather be by Eren's side than not, even if it's a little squished on the couch.]
Anytime, Eren.
[If Eren called he'd come running, no matter what.]
[ Eren's out like a light halfway through Armin's word, breathing slow and steady with the softest of snores sounding against Armin's hair. His leg slides over Armin's hip and rests there, dangling. ]
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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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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. ]
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E-Eren...I can't...I'm not going to last...
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Good. I don't want you to. Go ahead, it's not like you have me to wait on.
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That...felt really good.
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Think so, huh?
[ It's an easily disgarded comment, one with no meaning but to fill up the quiet morning air. He tugs on Armin a bit and encourages him to roll over. ]
Sleep here with me, then? It's not nice like a bed, but I won't let you roll off.
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[Maybe that's a little silly, but it's the truth. Maybe it's a little embarrassing too, but Armin really could care less. He rolls over then, tucking himself close as best he can, pressing his forehead against Eren's chest, relieved he doesn't have to get up and leave.]
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Thanks for coming over, Armin.
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Anytime, Eren.
[If Eren called he'd come running, no matter what.]
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