[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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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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