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The sound of the front door unlocking and opening made Eren perk up at the dining room table. His fiancé slid his shoes off at the vestibule and an audible sigh was heard followed by light footsteps. They had gotten louder and entered the dining room, ocean blue eyes met with emerald green and his motions ceased.
“You’re still up.” Armin stated after a moment of painfully awkward silence. He invited himself in to look for water bottle. “It’s almost midnight.” Without saying a word, Eren closed his laptop and Armin turned around, getting a good look at his tired, irritated expression. That was the wrong thing to say, considering the shorter one of the two had been out way past the time he’s supposed to be off of work.
“Now that I know you’re not injured or dead,” Eren began, standing up from the chair, the way Armin’s lips parted slightly and his eyebrows furrowed — the natural sparkle in his eyes dimmed ever so slightly. As much as it hurt for him to do so, he turned away when the love of his life reached his hand out for him. “I’ll be going to bed.” He wanted to look back, oh how he wanted to look back and kiss the hell out of Armin’s plump lips, but he didn’t. And it took a whole lot of damn will power.
“Eren, please.” Said man already left the kitchen before another word could be spoken out of his mouth.
The shower Armin took was enough to calm his nerves and thoroughly think of a valid explanation as to why he’d been out late, helping his colleague. At first, Eren thought nothing of it. Sure, helping out your colleague is no big deal. Until he picked up his gorgeous fiancé up one night and the body language said it all — the hand on his shoulder, the lowered eye lids and his body was leaning towards his soulmate. The sight alone almost made him pop a blood vessel, and of course, Armin was completely oblivious to it all.
Upon voicing his complaints, Armin promised he would not stay after to help that same colleague. But, he did. Tonight.
The bed dipped and Armin was laying next to his soon to be husband in their shared bed. “Eren.” He tried, but was ignored by his lover. “I know you’re not sleeping.” As expected, there was no answer from the other. The blonde sat up and stared at the back of Eren’s head - his back was turned to him. “He really needed help, Eren. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t leave him to do all of those files and-,”
”Is this the same person I have a problem with?”
“Eren—“
”Is this the same person I have a problem with, Armin?” He’d repeat in an annoyed tone. What a stupid question to ask, of course it was. If it wasn’t, Armin would’ve said something a long time ago. Even the silence that followed after the question was enough to know that it was. He wanted to hear it from his lover, though.
“...Yes,”
A frustrated exhale went out of Eren’s nose and Armin frowned in response. “Listen, I was just—,”
“I’m tired of excuses, Armin.” The brunette sat up, rubbing his eyeballs. “You can sleep here. I’ll sleep in the living room,” He informed, already rising to his feet and leaving the room.
”Oh, come on. Eren!” The door shut and Armin was left in the dark. It was muffled, but Eren could hear a frustrated groan from the blonde. Eren was honestly tired from all of this. He loves Armin dearly, but his stubbornness will be the death of him.
So here Eren was, unable to sleep and left to his thoughts an hour later whilst laying on the futon that will surely give him muscle aches the following morning. His chest rose up and down with each small breath he took, his irritation was finally subsiding.
And just when he thought it did, he thought of his fiancé’s goddamn colleague. He knew he saw the perfect ring that decorated Armin’s finger and still had the balls to— and just like that, Eren was frustrated, again.
It made one part of Eren’s mind wonder if Armin felt the same way about his colleague. His stomach jumped when he heard his bedroom door open and light taps on the floor. A thud was heard a couple seconds later. “Ow!” Armin whisper-shouted after bumping his head on the corner of the coffee table.
Blonde hair was seen at first, then through the darkness and dilated pupils, their eyes met.
“...Armin?”
”Huh?”
”Why are you crawling?”
“I didn’t wanna scare you, so I uh..”
Eren raised his eyebrow in question.
“I don’t wanna sleep knowing you’re upset with me. And.. I wanna sleep with you.” He added with a frown on his face. This moment melted all of Eren’s worries away about that stupid colleague and the possibility of Armin falling for him. He sat up and spread his arms, an invitation just for Armin, who gladly accepted.
He settled himself on Eren’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. Eren rested his hands on top of the blonde’s waist, then they both leaned in towards one another, and their lips met into a gentle kiss that had both of their hearts melting into their moment of intimacy. Armin parted his lips slightly and Eren followed, allowing the tips of their tongues to meet and swirl around each other. As much as they both wanted this heated moment to last, Armin was the first to pull away, trying his best to ignore the string of saliva connecting from Eren’s soft lips to his. “I’m sorry. I broke my promise.”
Eren softly dug his fingernails into Armin’s clothing. “Yeah, you did.”
“I won’t help him tomorrow.”
“Armin, you—,”
”I promise.” He said, and for the first time that night, there was a content smile on his lover’s face.
“Let’s hope you keep your promise, this time.”
To seal the promise, they kissed each other once more, this one softer than the last. After that, Eren wasn’t the only one with a smile on his face.
”So?”
“Hmm..?”
Eren gently laid Armin onto his back and hovered over his body, placing small and ticklish kisses on the skin of his neck. “You said you wanted to sleep with me.” The brunette whispered in a low tone that immediately sent shivers down Armin’s spine.
His cold fingertips slid their way up Armin’s stomach, making it jerk in response. “Mmm.. tomorrow,” he gasped out when his hardened nipples were touched.
“Yeah?” Eren teased, pinching on his nipples, nearly relishing in the way Armin responded. His trembling hands grabbed Eren’s wrist, like that’d stop him.
“Y-Yes.. Tomorrow I’m all yours.”
Damn. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the sound of that. The sentence alone made him stop his movements all together.
“Now, can you please move? I’d like to take a cold shower.”
Eren rolled onto his back, giving Armin the space to get up, walking into the direction of their bathroom. “You get worked up easily.”
”Shut up.”
The next night at work, Armin had ended up being sucked into helping his goddamn colleague again. “Please, I just have too much on my plate!” Was his excuse. At this point, Armin just felt bad for the guy for having to deal with too many files. So, he looked at the door one more time and sighed.
“20 minutes, Jean.”
20 minutes soon turned into an hour and then two. Being so caught up in his work, he unintentionally ignored every ping on his phone that was somehow blocked out of his eardrums. “Thanks for helping me, Armin. I really appreciate it.” Jean, his colleague smiled at the boy who ended up doing more files than him.
“It’s not a problem.” Except it is a problem. Eren is gonna kill him for staying out to help Jean, again. Blue eyes glanced at the time and his soul nearly left his body. Since when the hell was it midnight? When Armin jumped up from his chair, he reached for his jacket.
“Is there something wrong?” Jean asked, moving to stand up as well. Armin only ignored him and searched for his cellular device. He moved every file that was on the desk and opened every drawer in sight.
“Where is my phone?” He panicked, until Jean reached out with Armin’s phone resting on his palm. “Oh..” He breathed out in relief. “Thanks.” When he grabbed his phone, their fingers brushed against each other, no doubt putting a smile on Jean’s face.
“Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?” Armin unlocked his phone quickly and dialed in his fiancé’s number. On the first ring he heard a chime coming from the doorway and both heads turned to a certain brunette with beautiful emerald green eyes. Armin never look away when he pressed on his phone to stop calling the number and a heavy silence filled the room. Even though it didn’t seem like it, Eren was fuming. Armin’s lips parted to speak, but Jean had the first word.
“Who the hell are you?”
Eren didn’t answer and only stared down at Armin, who’s mind was all over the place. “I lost..” he began to say, forgetting about Jean’s presence entirely. “Track of time.”
It seemed like Eren, too, forgot about Armin’s colleague. “For two hours?” When Armin opened his mouth to reply but no words could make their way out, Eren turned around and started to walk away from both of them.
“Eren, wait!” Armin followed after him through the empty halls of his workplace. “He needed help and I couldn’t leave him to do all of those files.” He babbled on the same excuse from yesterday. His excuses went through one ear and out the other. They walked outside and reached their pristine black four seat car. Eren opened the driver’s side of the car door and Armin opened the passenger side. “And I know you’re mad,” he added again once the car started and Eren started to drive off. “But, I—.. I’m sorry.”
Even through all of those excuses, Eren hadn’t even so much as look at his poor fiancé, only keeping his focused eyes on the road ahead of them. The entire car ride was unbelievably awkward for Armin, who broke two promises to his fiancée in two days and oh fuck, he’s screwed. The car pulled up in their driveway and the lights turned off. Armin opened his mouth to speak again, but Eren spoke first.
”Let’s go inside.” Armin hesitantly closed his lips. The sound of silence was so pleasing to Eren, he was nearly on the verge of duct taping his mouth shut somehow. The keys were pulled out of the ignition and both doors were opened and closed as the two made their way inside of their house.
His fiancée gently placed the keys on the counter and slid the jacket off of his shoulders and arms with ease. Armin took Eren’s jacket to hang up in their closet next to the door. “So, uhm.. I’m gonna go take shower, then.”
He started to walk into the direction of their bedroom and away from the awkward atmosphere. “You said..” Eren’s voice made Armin stop in his tracks and turn to him. “You’re mine tonight.”
Armin’s lips immediately pursed and felt an embarrassed heat radiate from his cheeks. “I..”
”I’ll be waiting after your shower.”
Armin nearly ran to the bathroom.
So here Armin was, sitting on his knees in all of his naked glory with his wrists tied up behind his back. If that didn’t embarrass him enough, the blindfold depriving him of his eyesight did. He had to solely rely on his hearing senses for their.. session. The sound of the door closing made the blonde turn his head as if he could see Eren walking in or out.
Then, he heard the springs of their shared bed shrinking at Eren’s weight under it. This made Armin all the more nervous when coming to the realization that he’s in the room, just a couple feet away from him. Staring down at his very naked body.
”Come here, Armin.” His lover demanded with a rough tone that sent shivers down said man’s spine. The blonde’s knees shifted on the light blue carpet. It was a struggle, but he managed to crawl using his knees to his fiancé, who did nothing but stayed patient for his soon to be husband to crawl in the space between his open legs. In an act to guide him, Eren placed his fingertips against Armin’s chin and it proved successful when he shifted his direction only slightly. His knees were aching and discolored from carpet burn, but not one sound came from his glossy lips. His plump, glossy lips.
His fucking plump and glossy lips.
Eren leaned in slowly, his lips ghosted over Armin’s and he gasped, it was barely audible. But goddamn was it hot. “You’re so obedient and so pretty..” He mumbled against his lips and felt a spark when he felt the slightest touch of his lips touching his own. “So..” Eren gripped harder on Armin’s chin, “fucking pretty.” And their lips finally met in an electrifying kiss, a kiss that Eren has been waiting for all night. He used his other hand to grip the back of the blonde hair belonging to Armin and pulled it back, making forcing his lips to part. Eren took this to his advantage and shoved his tongue into the mouth of his soulmate, who gladly accepted the intrusion.
They went on like this until their kiss became sloppy, resulting in their mixed saliva to slid down the side of Armin’s flushed cheeks. When they pulled apart, there was a thick string of saliva that ran cold when hitting the air connecting from their tongues. Armin’s breaths were heavier than Eren’s, it was like Eren stated, just a day before. His lover got worked up so easily. His curious eyes blinked at his lover’s hard on, it was just begging to be touched. His own mouth watered at the thought of Armin trying his best to keep his balance with Eren holding his hips in place while he sucked him off to completion. That fantasy would have to wait for another time, though. “Now, suck my dick.”
Eren released his hold off of Armin’s hair, and he wasted no time getting to work. He tried his best to unbutton his pants and unzipping his fly using his teeth. He could feel Eren’s hard on pressed against his chin — this only excited Armin further. He pulled back when his fiancé did the rest of the work and pulled his cock out. He could feel the warm heat of his erection near his flushed face. With the slight guidance of Eren’s hand he pushed his fiancé’s face closer to his dick and bit his lip at the slight contact — Armin had puckered his lips and pressed them against Eren’s dick in a soft kiss. The soft gesture had drove him crazy, and just the sight of someone so seemingly innocent to his friends doing something so dirty behind closed doors was what he lived for.
Soft, feather like kisses were scattered all around his dick. It was so painfully good to see Armin tied up, blindfolded and in between his legs completely at his mercy. Those plump lips the higher powers blessed with Armin were heaven, but he was yearning to feel the warmth of his mouth and his throat constrict around Eren’s pulsating member. To encourage him, he gripped the blonde hair and yanked his head away from his dick. “I said suck my dick, not play with it.” Eren only loosened his hold when Armin leaned in with the flat of his tongue sticking out from between his lips. The tip of his dick hit Armin’s button nose and his tongue touched his shaft. His initial aim was the tip of Eren’s dick, though. Armin breathed out a huff of carbon dioxide, hot against his cock and adjusted himself until his tongue finally met with his tip followed by his mouth closing over it.
The one receiving let out a grunt of pleasure and bucked his hips, shoving more of his dick into the warmth of his lover’s mouth. When the tip hit the back of his mouth, he gagged at the intrusion and raised his head to cough as a normal bodily reaction until his head was pushing down further by Eren’s hand, pushing Armin’s head down until his lips touched the base of his dick. “Mnh.. You’re doing really good. Just relax your throat and breathe out of your nose.” He soothed Armin’s panic with praise and by caressing his soft blonde hair with his fingers. They both stayed in the same position for what seemed like forever with Armin breathing against Eren’s groin and Eren rolling his hips slightly just to feel his lover’s throat tighten around every movement made by his dick. When he felt like he’s had enough, he pulled Armin off of his dick by his hair with a loud popping noise. His dick was glistened by Armin’s saliva and the sounds of panting radiated in the room.
“Eren..” Armin said breathlessly in between his panting, filling his lungs with some much needed oxygen. “I want— my knees. They hurt..” He tried his best to speak clearly through a mind full of fog. Eren could understand what he said perfectly and used his hands to cup Armin’s jaw, pulling him up to stand. His knees were red and on the verge of bruising. He wrapped his arms around his fiancé’s waist and gently laid him on top of their blankets that covered their mattress. Armin’s ears twitched at the sound of Eren rummaging through their shared dresser, curious as to what he might be searching for. “Eren?” He tried calling out but received no answer. His only response was a dip in the bed next to him and one hand on his cock followed by an uncomfortable tightness, a restriction around the base of his cock.
It’s a cock ring.
“It looks pretty on you, Min.” Eren complimented his lover, rubbing the slit of Armin’s dick with the pad of his finger sending twitches down his thighs. When there was enough pre cum on his finger, he slowly pushed it into Armin’s mouth so he could taste himself on Eren’s fingers. Without so much as a warning, two fingers were shoved into the back of his mouth where he gagged and choked on them. There was enough saliva coated around Eren’s fingers when he quickly pulled them out. Armin’s throat was sore from the harsh treatment its been put through, already. Slick fingers sank into the blonde’s inviting hole — finally, Eren was blessed with the sounds of pure bliss coming from his fiancé’s mouth. In a agonizing slow motion, his fingers pushed in and out. It was too slow for Armin’s liking because he attempted to move his hips in hopes that Eren gets the message, how he wants it quick. He was punished with a quick slap on his thigh that made him cry out.
”Was it your plan to make me jealous, Armin?” He hovered over his lover’s trembling body and licked from the base of his neck to his ear. When he didn’t respond, being too caught up in the moment, his nipple was pinched and he yelped.
“N-No! No, I-I...” Armin swallowed the excess saliva pooling in his mouth. The feeling of Eren sucking blemishes onto his neck was heaven. He spread his legs further and spoke truthfully. “J-Just.. the first couple of times..” He stuttered, suddenly feeling small under Eren when he heard him chuckle near his ear. Nothing else was said from Eren as he pulled his fingers out of Armin, who whined from the emptiness. Where the cock ring was placed securely around his dick came a strong vibration. It was almost punishing, how he could writhe and make embarrassing sounds from something he couldn’t climax from. Eren watched with clouded eyes as his fiancé pulled at his bonded wrists, wanting to rip the cock ring off and relieve himself this instant. A plea was ready to leave Armin’s mouth, a beg, for Eren to give him mercy — how he wouldn’t be able to make it. How he had to come and he had to do it now.
“Roll over, Min.” Eren helped him by holding his waist and rolling him over onto his stomach. “Ass up.” He spoke, sliding his hands down to his slim hips and pulling his ass up in the air on display for Eren. Armin has never been so embarrassed in his life, not even from the bullies he faced as a child. Saliva slid out of Armin’s mouth and onto their bed, he couldn’t close his mouth to contain his moans, even if his life depended on it. He didn’t even care to hear the jingling sound of metal, it seemed so distant, if he were in the right state of mind, he’d notice it right away. But the feeling, the strong sensitive feeling coming from his groin was all he could think about. He was on the verge of climaxing, the feeling of ecstasy before an oncoming orgasm washed over Armin’s body like a tidal wave. His sounds had gotten high pitched and louder, the orgasm would’ve hit hard if he wasn’t wearing the cock ring. The moment he forgot it wasn’t there he felt a sharp pain on his ass.
His orgasm had been denied much to his disappointment, the feeling went away quickly but the vibrations only increased his sensitivity and it was worse than the last time. Another sharp pain hit the same area on his ass. A whipping sound echoed in his eardrums and it took the third hit for him to come out of his surprised state to realize he’s being hit with a leather belt. “Ere— ahh!” He cried, it seemed like his body had a mind of his own when he attempted to crawl away from Eren’s wrath. Rough hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back to the spot he was recently at before, and pulled his arm back and snapped it forward, watching the fair skin on his backside form into a reddish color due to the irritation. Another slap with the leather belt was aimed at his trembling thighs, the sound of the material hitting Armin’s skin filled Eren with excitement. “E-Eren..!~ I can’t.. I have to— ple-ahh!!~” The fifth hit was the hardest one. Where the stinging sensation of the pain had been turned into a soft burn. Armin’s ass and upper thighs were reddened from the belt. Perhaps Eren went too far? But goddamn, Armin looked amazing like this and all for him.
“Armin. You’re so sexy like this.” Eren, now fully naked crawled over Armin’s oversensitive body. Kissing down his curved spine to somewhat calm his tense nerves. The sounds coming from his mouth never ceased, much to Eren’s liking. The palm of his hand smacked Armin’s bruised ass, forcing a soft yelp out of his drooling mouth. Eren gently pushed Armin aside to make room for himself, laying on the middle of their bed. “Come here, baby.” He cooed, grabbing one of his arms then pulled him on top of Eren, straddling him with ease. To help keep his balance, Eren placed steady hands onto his hips and took a moment to silently admire the sight before him once more. Armin’s short blonde hair was shriveled, his lips still a soft pink color from their heated kiss earlier. And his cock, his pretty cock had swollen up from the irritation and turned a soft red color. He was a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.
“E-Eren?”
”Shh.. ride me, Armin. You can put it in without guidance.” He praised to his submissive fiancé. Green eyes watched closely when Armin raised his hips until he hovered over Eren’s dick. He waited in anticipation for his beautiful soulmate to lower his hips until finally, Eren felt the pulsating heat of Armin around his tip. It was tight, so fucking tight. He was being squeezed in by Armin, who slowly sank down, hugging Eren’s shaft along the way. Fingernails dug into his hips and a hiss came from Eren, who was fighting the urge to push Armin down on his back and take him as is. “Fuck, Min. Look at you, taking my dick raw.” He praised again and watched as Armin finally sat on Eren, with his cock stuff into his tight hole.
While Armin was getting used to the feeling of Eren’s dick, he rolled his hips, grinding his shaft into his walls which seemed to help his lover get comfortable. After for what felt like forever, he’d lift his hips up and down, feeling every inch of Eren rub inside of him. It made his poor restricted cock twitch, and he wanted nothing more than to pump himself to completion. “Eren..” He moaned out in a soft tone. Eren didn’t verbally answer, instead he sat up and crashed his lips into Armin’s, bucking his hips up to meet with his slow bounces. He decided slow down to Armin’s pace until he’s had enough and ravages him in their bed.
Both tongues danced with each other in intimacy until they closed their lips onto one another. While they were having their moment, Eren reached behind his pretty husband to be and untied the ropes that were binding his wrists together. Eren pulled away to examine the damage, seeing the redness on his beautiful wrists. Eren wanted to ask if he went to far with it all but the thought washed away when a pair of arms wrapped around his neck in a close hug. And oh fuck, Eren could’ve sworn he fell in love with Armin all over again. The warmth of their bodies pressed together was a comforting feeling they both could never get tired of.
Unfortunately, their moment was cut short when their attention was directed at a cellphone chime. And it wasn’t Eren’s. Eren reached out but couldn’t grip the phone. He slowly pulled out of Min’s tightness and laid him down on his back, hovering over him to grab his phone. “Who is it?” He gasped out.
Incoming call from Jean
Eren just stared at the phone, rereading the name over and over again until he mindlessly pressed the green button on his phone, then changed it to speaker mode. He placed the phone next to Armin’s head and got to work, making sure to get as many sounds out of his fiancé as he could. He kissed his neck gently and Armin released a small hum followed by a giggle. “Mm, Eren..” He moaned out, already feeling every mark Eren suckled onto his skin that would no doubt be gone by the morning.
“Armin?”
And the realization hit him. He thought Eren might’ve hung up the phone so they could get back to their session, but it’s clear he had other plans. Armin could feel Eren’s smirk against his neck. Smug bastard. “Oh, J-Jean! Why are you calling so late?” He asked, trying his best to keep his voice from sounding different than what Jean was used to. Eren left a trail of kisses down his chest until his lips felt the tiny bud of Armin’s light brown nipple. He licked it with the pad of his tongue and Armin grit his teeth, trying to push Eren’s head away but he wouldn’t budge.
“I was just about to head to bed, actually. But I just wanted to check on you first.” He responded pretty quickly. When Eren had enough he pinned Armin’s hands down and got to work, using his tongue on his sensitive nipple, sending sparks of pleasure down to his groin. His lips closed around his bud and he sucked while flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Armin panted softly as a way to calm himself before speaking once again, but then Eren pulled off to give the same treatment to his other nipple. He could feel it twitch against his tongue.
”Mnh.. A-And why is that?” He asked, not even caring in the slightest about what Jean had to say next, Eren pulled off of his nipple with a soft pop and Armin wanted to slap him for making that noise, especially when he’s on the phone with a coworker. Armin didn’t expect for Eren’s lips to be over his. This would’ve been the harshest most excited kiss he’s received all night. It made him wonder how long Eren has been jealous for. He didn’t mean for it to go this far but is thankful that it did, otherwise he wouldn’t have been having a good fuck right now.
“Your uh... your fiancé seemed really pissed with you.” Eren pulled away from Armin’s lips and Armin lifted his head up to kiss him again until he was pushed back down onto the bed by a single hand. As if on cue, Eren had spread Armin’s legs apart to make some room for his dick when he shoved it inside of him. “If you ever need a place to stay, just know—,” Armin had felt the intrusion of his lover’s dick force its way inside of him. Even though it was pitch black due to the blindfold, he saw white flashes dance across his closed eyes and his mouth opened because goddamn, he hit his prostrate without even trying.
”Ahh! Oh fuck, Eren!!~” He moaned out a little too loud. Eren was satisfied, though. That little bitch Jean heard Armin moan out the name of the only person who could make him sound like that. His fiancé.
“What the f—,” Eren ended the call with a simple push of a button.
”That’s all he gets to hear.” He told Armin and started to fuck him at a fast and hard pace, making sure he felt every inch of his un-lubricated cock scrape against his walls and hit his prostrate with ease. He reached down to slide the cock ring off, struggling just a little with how bad Armin’s dick had swelled. “Because you’re mine.” He increased his movements, leaving no room for Armin to respond, only to make sounds that risen in both volume and pitch. He reached down for his poor cock that was on the verge of release but Eren caught on quickly and had both of his hands pinned on either side of his head. “No. Beg for it, Min. Beg me to let you cum.”
Armin was already struggling to keep up with Eren’s pace, their thrusting was barely in sync enough as it is. When Armin couldn’t get a single word out, the tear soaked blind fold was unwrapped from his eyes and he got a glimpse of Eren, who he could tell was ready to climax as well. Some strands of long hair was stuck to his face that coated in a thin sheet of sweat, his eyes were unfocused and his eyebrows were furrowed. Eren was fucking hot. “P-Please..” Was all he could say. With the way he’s being fucked against their bed, how could he find the energy to speak? He was only focused on Eren and nothing else. A hard thrust hit his sensitive spot once more and his cock twitched again just begging to have Eren’s fingers wrapped around it. Another thrust had Armin sobbing from the sensitivity and overstimulation. “E-Eren! Please, make me cum. I need you so bad! Touch me!”
Hearing Armin beg for release sounded like music to his ears. His hips moved faster out of desperation — he was just as close to release as Armin was at this point. “No,” he spoke in between his never ending thrusting that made phosphates dance in the blonde’s vision. “You cum from my dick, only.” At this Armin shook his head,
“I-I can’t! I can’t!”
Eren laced his fingers with Armin’s, lowering his head for a soft, mindless kiss. “You can do it, baby. I know you can. I have you.” He mumbled against those glossy lips. His thrusts never stopped and they were getting sloppier by the second, he could feel his orgasm coming on. Armin mustered up what very little energy he had left to wrap his legs around Eren’s waist for extra support. He shifted his thrusts at a different angle, hitting Armin’s prostate spot on with every movement he made and that was enough to make him nearly pass out.
”Eren..! I-It’s too much.. I can’t—!” Armin let out a broken cry and his cock released strings of white cum onto his own stomach. His orgasm rode out from Eren’s thrusting and it felt never ending. Just the sight of his fiancé getting off without being touched made Eren release inside of his lover, who hummed softly when his thrusts slowed down to a stop and all that was heard was heavy breathing coming from them both.
Eren collapsed onto his beautiful fiancé who was staring at nothing in particular. They lied there together until their high had worn off and they came to their senses. Eren pulled out of Armin and lied down on his back, pulling Armin onto his own body. “That was uh..”
“Words can’t describe how amazing that was.” Armin replied and rested his chin on Eren’s chest. They stared into their eyes momentarily until he hissed at the pinch to his arm.
”Ow, Min!”
”You answered my phone and let my coworker hear me during our.. our..” He trailed off and blushed in utter embarrassment.
“He’s a dick.” Eren mumbled as if he were a child talking back to their parent. “And besides, maybe now he’ll back off on what’s mine.” He added, pulling Armin closer to him and started kissing at his jawline. Perhaps Armin would be upset in the morning, but for now he wanted to enjoy this moment with his soul mate. The blonde giggled and cupped Eren’s face.
”I love you, Eren.”
”I love you too, Armin.”
And their lips met for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Eren would wait until the morning to let Armin know about the blemishes of purple and blue on his skin. Maybe he went too far with the hickies, but he could already picture the look on Jean’s face when he looks at the message Eren left on Armin’s skin. Letting him know good and well that Armin has a fiancé at home who will mark every inch of his skin. And if there is one lesson to know, it’s to never make your fiancé jealous.