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The unexpected rise was a huge surprise for Armin; he still can't grasp the power he holds in his hands. What will he do with so much at his fingertips?
Hange passed the title on to the most capable successor after a rough patch due to her mental exhaustion, and he remembers hearing her in her sleep cursing her predecessor for the stressful job involved in being a Commander.
Of course, that was no effective consolation.
But he nods with a grimace that mimics a smile as the former commander's fingers dig into his shoulders, and he feels the pain even through his clothes. "Of course, Hange-san. It would be an honor."
The sigh of relief that the woman lets out, and how she appears, unexpectedly, renewed at being able to let go of the heavy hierarchical burden, is not a good omen for Armin, but he receives the command politely.
"What a joy, Commander! There's nothing good about this, but you can take it out on your new subordinate: the magnificent Levi Ackerman." Hange extends her hand to point out her companion, who is standing a few meters away, and his dark expression of exasperation only makes Armin shudder. Of course, power also has its limits of health and self-preservation.
That night's dinner was an unparalleled feast. Without knowing when or how, Hange convinced him to celebrate his promotion with alcohol at Headquarters.
Armin isn't sure whether to grant the soldiers that privilege for something as trivial as a new change in rank. But he lowers his head and nods in surrender when his subordinate's bright eyes meet his look of hope. "Well, perhaps it can serve as a source of motivation, right, Hange-san?"
He said it, and he wasn't entirely wrong. Although, of course, besides a great latent motivation, the chants of his name amidst phrases that flatter the new commander make him blush.
Hange hangs from Mooblit and Levi's arms while swinging with a glass of frothy beer while singing the name of the new Scout Commander amid drawn-out cheers.
Armin watches her tenderly from the table where he usually eats dinner every night, having decided that nothing around him will change except for the essentials. He shares his first meal with his new subordinates amidst laughter and ice-cold beer that makes his cheeks flush. He'd never been much of a drinker anyway; this is only his first glass.
Sasha and Connie treat him like a king while Jean is complaining about his sudden promotion and trying to convince him that he would be a great choice as the new captain of the troops, even as hiccups escape his throat and red cheeks betray the alcohol coursing through his veins.
Mikasa has that soft, proud look that's reflected in the glow of the oil lamps. She sits across from him, a sisterly smile hidden behind her glass of water.
"Oh, Your Majesty! How kind you've been to us poor soldiers!" Sasha and Connie chorused at the same time as she poured more beer into her glass, and Armin had to laugh out loud as he covered the top to avoid drinking any more.
"Stop calling me that, I've never heard anyone call Erwin or Hange that." Armin complains, pouting, and watches his friends share more laughter around him, and everything feels so warm.
"Don't let your newfound privileges blind you, Arlert! One favor for your boyfriend and we'll rebel against you!" Jean threatens, and the clang of his beer mug makes the wooden table tremble. Of course, the trio nods in agreement, and their former admirers turn into rebels in the blink of an eye.
Ah, Eren. Armin feels the weight of his boyfriend lying on his right side, his rosy cheek pressed against his shoulder. He tilts his head to look down at him: his long hair covering his forehead; his long, thick eyelashes protecting the most beautiful eyes Armin had ever had the privilege of seeing; his full, pink lips forming a childlike pout.
"Shut your mouth, Kirstein!" There it was. Eren straightened up in his seat and tried to reach out and pull his friend's hair like a mother scolding her spoiled child, and he almost succeeded, if not for Jean's quick reflexes to Eren's attacks.
They start roughhousing, trying to pull each other's hair and yelling so many things that no one can understand the original reason for the fight. The wooden table shakes beneath them, and they're two snotty kids that Armin now has to start straightening out.
"Eren." The Commander's voice boomed, sending a visible shiver down his boyfriend's spine. He stopped slowly, turning his head to meet Armin's very serious blue eyes. "Sit down."
And Eren snarls under his breath and before yielding to the order, he gives Jean one last punch as he sits back down next to his boyfriend and turns his head away from his hot idiot boyfriend.
Jean's laughter echoes as he tries to stifle it behind his palm. He immediately receives a smack on the back of the head from Mikasa, and before he can even complain, Armin's firm gaze silences him without a word. Jean sits back down and hides his face, shrugging his shoulders as Connie and Sasha applaud their friend's courage.
"That's the way, Commander!" Connie begins to say aloud, clapping along to Sasha's rhythm.
"Well done, Armin! I didn't think it was possible to silence Jean with just a look," Sasha says, as a piece of bread hits her face. She dodges it with lightning speed and snatches it up in one bite. Jean is being noisy again, but he's busy contradicting his best friend from across the table.
Armin lets out a low sigh and takes a long swig of his beer, which is subtly condensing in the wooden mug. He turns his head to check if Eren is still upset with him.
He slips his hand under the table, his fingers sliding between Eren's thighs, just enough to place them between his tender flesh. He gives a gentle squeeze to get his boyfriend's attention, though of course Eren is his boyfriend.
He ignores his call, even after Armin tries to get his attention two more times. He hears the rest of the world in the background and moves closer to Eren so he can whisper in his ear. He feels Eren's soft hair tickle the tip of his nose and, before speaking, takes the liberty of inhaling Eren's exquisite scent of jasmine and honey.
"I'm sorry, baby," Armin apologized. His hand between Eren's legs began a gentle trail of slow caresses that trailed up the inner thighs. He felt Eren's shoulders tense and a fake cough escape his throat.
Armin doesn't care if anyone sees him doing this; he prefers to live with it rather than with a grumpy Eren Yeager. –Was it too much?
Eren, of course, doesn't respond immediately. He simply observes him as he moves slowly; unlike Armin, he has an excellent alcohol tolerance due to his Titan genetics.
Armin watches him intently, analyzing his boyfriend's unpredictable actions as he turns back to the table, snatches Armin's overflowing beer mug, and downs it in one gulp. Commander Arlert pays particular attention to the way his subordinate's throat moves as the beer spills and how his Adam's apple moves with it.
Eren's large, almond-shaped eyes peered over his eyelashes and the rim of the wooden jug. The rest of the table's initial excitement at his performance dwindled to cheers from his friends and a few suggestive comments.
Armin is solely focused on Eren. Just as Eren is focused on his Commander. But the show must go on, and as he drops the empty pitcher, the showman thanks his audience while playfully mocking their powerful stamina and how no one at the table could match it, subtly inviting them to a competition.
The idea is accepted, and a new round of frothy beer mugs is temptingly presented to each diner. Even Mikasa decides to participate in this round, and her small glass of water is forgotten among the food scraps and empty glasses.
Everyone waits for Eren to finish pouring the last glass of the round. And under the commander's watchful eye, he lets the foam slightly overflow the rim to officially start the competition. Armin feels a shiver run through him as his boyfriend's knees touch his and his left hand slips under his uniform coat until it's dangerously close to his groin.
"Now!" Armin says loud enough for the order to continue and gives the rest a couple more seconds. Everyone is busy trying to swallow as much beer as possible in the shortest amount of time. Even Mikasa is making a great effort, letting out heavy sighs that cause steam to escape from her mug.
Armin watches them all while taking his time, though he doesn't want to waste any time either, so his drinks are long but patiently. He glances at Eren beside him and can still feel his warm fingers almost inside his pants, and when Eren takes the liberty of squeezing his bulge, he nearly chokes on the beer in his mouth for that.
While trying to recover, he gives Eren enough time to finish his own mug, and a thin trickle of cold beer runs down his sharp jaw as he takes the last long swig and shouts in victory. Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Jean, and finally Sasha follow.
And a small argument begins between the three of them, with the capricious Jean Kirstein complaining like a child to ensure that he finished swallowing before Connie, even though he put the jug down first, and the chaos starts again on the other side of the table.
But Eren doesn't waste a second before readjusting his fingers around the growing problem in his commander's pants, and Armin grunts under his breath, trying to stop his boyfriend's hand movements. Even before he can scold him, Eren moves as lightly as a cool breeze to his boyfriend's ear, placing a chaste kiss on the inside of his earlobe before whispering.
"Are you hot, pervert Commander? You're so hard right now, I can help you." His voice sounds like honey; sweet and addictively hot as Eren's breath hits Armin's ear and his chest provocatively rubs against Armin's right arm.
Their eyes meet as Armin's cheeks flush a deep red and his pupils tremble with anticipation at his boyfriend's words. Eren's face holds an amused grin, as if his promise were merely an annoying joke that Armin can't wait to make a reality.
Eren playfully winks at Armin, and gently rises from his seat while brushing Armin's hot cheeks with his fingertips as he passes by his back before walking away with measured steps towards the outside of Headquarters.
Armin gasped for air, desperate to cool the heat in his cheeks, and as he stood up, the only gaze that followed him was Mikasa's. She didn't say a word, but they shared a silent complicity. She pretended not to have seen anything.
Before chasing after his lover, Armin adjusts the long jacket of his uniform to conceal, as best he can, the painful erection in his trousers. He almost runs after Eren, and the cold outside makes him shiver from the change in temperature, the sigh escaping his red lips turning into rising steam.
Eren is waiting for him, leaning against a wall several meters from the main door; an empty alley is all that lies behind him. There are no guards in sight; they are all enjoying the evening inside the main dining room. Armin walks, the soles of his boots thumping in the deafening silence outside.
"Eren." His voice, though supposed to sound annoyed, had a deeply needy tone. Their eyes met, and the dark-haired man stretched out his arms to receive him. Armin wrapped his arms around Eren's hips and pulled him into a kiss.
A desperate and ill-considered kiss, Armin perceives the bitter taste of beer in Eren's mouth as he sucks his lips and licks the inside of his mouth, the soft gasps that Eren lets out die between his lips and the smacking sound they both make reverberates slightly around them.
Eren closes his arms around Armin's neck, pressing his hips close enough to completely enclose the space and feel the bulge pressing against his lower stomach. Their clothes become uncomfortable, and the heat from the alcohol in their blood makes them melt into kisses.
"Commander," sounds delicious coming from Eren's lips, and Armin only responds with a low grunt, biting his lustful lips in a scolding motion. Even though the excitement is overwhelming, he has to try to set boundaries. He'll live with erections in his pants if Eren doesn't stop calling him that while he's needy and rubbing against him.
Their breaths are ragged and hot, they separate to catch their breath and a small thread of saliva keeps them together as they look at each other with palpable desire in their dilated pupils.
Armin has to stifle a laugh when Eren tries to pull his face back so they can kiss again, but he decides to punish him a little before the real fun begins. He covers Eren's mouth with his hand, and his half-closed green eyes widen in surprise as he realizes his soft lips are now kissing his boyfriend's hand.
"You're a brat, Yeager," Armin threatened. Eren's brows furrowed, and a soft gasp escaped his throat, echoing in the commander's palms. He felt the soldier's hard teeth nibbling at his hand, trying to break free. Little did Eren know he was only provoking him further. "Stop biting my hand. You won't get anywhere, baby."
Armin Arlert has known his boyfriend long enough to know he's a unique individual . To say the least, he's full of surprises and strange tastes, though not enough to scare him off; and because of his Titan status, he enjoys a bit of roughhousing , regardless of the consequences.
Eren and he engage in a challenging staring contest until one of Armin's legs slips between his slender thighs, his knee brushing against his groin. A needy gasp escapes his lips, though the furious glare doesn't stop, his body language contradicting his feelings. Armin laughs mockingly, feeling Eren's hands entangle his hair and yank it sharply from the nape of his neck, pulling his head back.
Likewise, Eren has been getting to know his boyfriend for just as long to understand how perverted Armin is. A gasp echoes in his chest as Eren's short nails scratch his scalp and begin to rub along his thigh in a slow, rhythmic motion. He also starts to leave soft licks on the palm he was biting earlier, all while using his best weapon: his cute puppy-dog eyes.
Armin gasps loudly and when he releases Eren's mouth, the sound of a gasp of air trying to enter his lungs is interrupted by the almost wet smack of a slap on Eren's left cheek, a desperate groan escaping from both of them at the same time to a lesser degree.
The creaking of wood several meters away breaks the silence, and by the time a couple of soldiers move through the open area trying to reach the other building, Eren and Armin are hiding in the dead ends to the sides of the main building.
Armin holds Eren against his chest and the wall, patiently waiting for the footsteps to fade into the distance. "You damn brat," he says, not complaining, but gasping as Eren slides down the stone wall to kneel before his boyfriend, the sound of footsteps drawing ever closer.
"Eren, don't even think about it." Empty threats, Armin isn't showing real refusal and helps his subordinate unbutton his pants enough to start undoing the buttons while Eren's hands rub his erection through the clothes.
Armin presses Eren's face between his hips and the wall, gently placing one hand on the top of his head to prevent the hard stone from touching or soiling his hair, while the soldier takes his time to pull his cock out of his underwear. He tries to concentrate on not making too much noise, so he can gauge the distance of his steps and avoid any embarrassment.
A loud moan escapes his lips, and he tangles his fingers around Eren's chocolate-brown hair, pulling it tight as his erection is finally released and his boyfriend's lips kiss the flesh with utter tenderness and devotion. Armin lowers his gaze to Eren, too focused on watching and kissing his cock to look back.
"What will your soldiers think if they see your subordinate sucking your cock, Commander Arlert?" Eren speaks with mockery and cynicism in his tone, though it's so high-pitched and light that it's almost provocative, all the while continuing to kiss and subtly lick Armin's cock between his fingers. Armin's penis throbs at the words, and he bites the inside of his cheek to contain the lust they ignite within him; his boyfriend knows exactly how to play with him.
"Open your pretty mouth, princess." There can always be two playing the same game. Armin leans his weight against the wall, supporting himself on his forearm, while with his free hand he slides down Eren's head until he reaches his mouth and holds his chin.
Armin inserts his thumb into Eren's wet mouth, the head of his cock brushing against it, and slowly slides into the moist cavity. He groans, unable to tear his gaze away from the way his boyfriend lets its full length slide in, reaching beyond his throat. "What will they think about seeing the fearsome Attack Titan being choked by their Commander's cock? Jealous beyond belief."
Eren is obedient when the situation calls for it; being rewarded with his boyfriend's cock is a great motivator. Armin knows this well, so he bites his lip to avoid groaning too loudly when Eren's cheeks suck his penis hard, cupping his mouth to apply more pressure, feeling his tongue entwine around the circumference and gently trace the flesh. "God, your mouth is so good."
The footsteps are getting closer, and Armin is trying hard to avoid making too much noise to prevent revealing his position, though of course, Eren doesn't think so. He's being especially loud as he sucks his cock until his nose is buried in Armin's hips, his nails scratching his clothed legs.
But above all else, Armin is a gentleman , and when his lover's head starts bobbing faster and faster, he ties it back in a half-ponytail with his fist to hold Eren's annoying hair in his hands. "That's better, princess."
Eren returns his gaze with eyes full of crystalline tears hanging from his black eyelashes, accompanied by his cheeks, full of his cock, blushing like a schoolgirl.
–Damn it, Eren.–
"Did you hear something?" an unfamiliar voice asked. Just a few meters away, where the lamplight still allowed for clear vision, some new recruits stopped right in front of them. Armin felt his heart pounding in his ears and the way he stopped Eren's movements, suffocating him with his cock, halting his movements while he was fully inside, his pointy nose digging into his blond pubic hair.
He feels Eren's blows to his thighs but can't allow a single sound while the recruits are still there, watching without really watch. "No, maybe it's just stray cats."
The two boys set off down the same path that would lead them to the next tower, their footsteps finally fading with the passing seconds. Eren rakes his teeth along the base of Armin's cock, and it's enough for the blond to let him breathe again. Eren's deep, rasping cough fills the silence of the alley, and Armin only gives him a furious glare and a light slap across his cheek as punishment. He must avoid at all costs the assumption that he liked that rough gesture more than necessary. Although, of course, the dripping pre-semen escaping from the tip of his glans is enough to reveal his secret.
"Idiot." Eren complains as he strokes his jaw and wipes the remnants of saliva that escaped from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. Tears in his eyes blur his vision, and Armin's amused expression is even evident; there's an almost sinister smile on his lips.
"You just call me Commander a second ago, you should show some respect to your seniors, Yeager." Armin teases. He brings his hand to his boyfriend's chin, lifting his head to meet his gaze. He takes a moment to wipe the traces of saliva from Eren's tanned skin before taking him back into his mouth, eagerly receiving his fingers as he plays with his tongue, as if he were sucking his cock just moments before. "Come on, let's make this quick before we get caught."
Armin, chivalrous and sweet, removes his fingers from his boyfriend's mouth with a wet sound and a fleeting strand of saliva connecting them to his lover's lips. Eren laughs softly and childlike as he accepts his boyfriend's help to his feet, their gazes returning to where they belong: each other's eyes. Armin has to crane his neck to kiss Eren as he stands, and with a swift, agile movement, taking hold of his hips, he turns him around so that both his own and Eren's hands can rest against the wall.
"So eager, Minmin." Eren laughs and glances at his short boyfriend over his shoulder, noticing Armin's flushed cheeks, the way a few strands of hair cling to his forehead, pearly with sweat, his dilated pupils, his sea-blue eyes now a deep, lustful black. He can't help himself, but he thrusts his hips back, brushing against Armin's still-erect cock, but there's too much clothing between them now, and his boyfriend's fists clench at the sides of his face, each one restraining his own impulse.
Eren moves his hips in circles and Armin simulates short thrusts through their clothes. The blond takes a long breath as he presses his boyfriend's body even harder against the cold wall, shifting so he can kiss the back of his neck and whisper against his skin, "Don't talk to me like that, angel."
Wet kisses spread across Eren's neck, and the atmosphere between them grew increasingly heated. Eren's hips reacted to the voice, and like a small animal in heat, he began to rub even harder against his boyfriend, receiving low growls in response and a few nibbles scattered across his neck. The sweet kisses offered no respite against his flushed skin. Eren was definitely the more desperate one now, as he reached behind his back to lift the green jacket of his uniform and eagerly unbuttoned his black trousers. The inconspicuous clinking of the metal straps only made Armin laugh and elicited a gasp of reprimand from Eren.
"Don't laugh, help me, Armin!" The last syllables of his name are longer and accompanied by a desperate gasp. Eren looks for his boyfriend's eyes to scold him with his gaze and receives a slap on the buttocks in response, strong enough to elicit a gasp of surprise and pain mixed with Armin's heavy hand made the tender flesh of his buttocks begin to hurt, like a burning tickle that spreads through the area.
"Ask nicely, Yeager." That demanding voice again , melting Eren between Armin's fingers. His hips thrust back, his head falling onto his boyfriend's, creating a perfect arch in his back. He immediately felt another slap land on his skin, the burning sensation multiplying on both sides. Another gasp of pleasurable pain echoed in his chest. Armin took Eren's wrists in his hands to stop his movements on his pants; although they were loose enough, it took one last tug to pull them down completely. Armin could easily fix that.
Eren purses his lips and furrows his brow, and though the desperation coursing through his body is melting every functioning neuron in his brain as Armin pants in his ear, loud enough to match the slow thrusts through his clothes, Eren can feel the hardness of his boyfriend's cock even through the fabric and can do nothing but surrender right now: Arlert Armin will pay for this.
Eren turns his face to look at Armin, who is too focused on rubbing himself against him, a selfish bastard only looking out for his own pleasure, as if Eren himself weren't soaking wet inside his pants. "Please, Commander. Fuck me hard, please."
"Right. That's how it's done." Armin stifled a laugh behind a gasp of surprise as Eren pushed his hips back, creating enough space to pull his pants down until they hung from the harnesses at his knees, above his tall boots. Eren sighed deeply as the cold air hit his burning skin and sensitive vagina. The blond slid two fingers from Eren's buttocks to the front of his pussy, sliding in so easily it was embarrassing. "You're so wet. Look how eager you were, angel. "
Eren doesn't respond, but he stretches out his hands again, blindly searching for Armin's cock, which is lightly touching his hot skin. There's no longer any resistance in his wrists, allowing Eren to move more freely. He bends his wrists enough to hold the top of Armin's wet cock and gently masturbate him.
They position themselves parallel to each other. Eren leans even further against the wall, offering himself to his commander , and Armin's hands, like two magnets, find their way to his favorite soldier 's hips , aligning themselves against his cunt. "You damn pervert."
Armin scolds him with a grunt escaping his lips, his hips trembling between his boyfriend's disheveled fingers. Having his first orgasm in his hands, Eren gasps needily as the thick semen spills between his fingers and Armin's cock throbs against his palm, noticing it slightly soften. Armin's fingers dig hard into Eren's soft hips as he thrusts the last few times against his hands, and small tears gather at the corners of his eyes without falling completely, just enough to blur his vision and lose himself in the pleasure.
"Commander..." Eren's seductive voice brought him back to reality. Armin's knees nearly buckled under the pressure of the sight before him. Eren was completely surrendered in his hands, obediently licking his semen-covered fingers and bringing them to his mouth. He sucked noisily and played with his tongue between his fingers, all under Armin's watchful gaze. The blond could do nothing but smile, cupping his limp cock in his palm to masturbate for a few seconds. The sight was erotic enough to restore a half-erection, and that was enough for him.
He uses the remnants of his own semen to easily slide onto his sensitive cock, then focuses exclusively on Eren. He positions his body just enough to trap the brunette between the wall and himself. His boyfriend's tender cheeks become slightly soiled, but they are gently wiped away by tears of pleasure that trickle down his cheekbones. Armin gives him a hard slap on the ass, and Eren gasps, choked by his own fingers inside his mouth. His lips are a mess of saliva and tears mixed together, red and swollen.
Armin's curious fingers slide from his exposed anus, he doesn't hesitate to insert his thumb far enough into the tight ring of muscle, and surprisingly, Eren doesn't scold him for it, only moans pitifully and trembles under his touch. The blond lets saliva drip onto the rest of his hand so he can focus specifically on that area, while his cock rubs superficially against his boyfriend's vaginal lips. Eren tilts his head, his lips puckering into a pout. "I-I need more... sir, please."
"Will we ever be able to do it like this?" If Armin had a dog's tail, it would be wagging excitedly when Eren's shy affirmation, his blushing cheeks nodding, only encouraged the blond to reach the labia majora of his vagina, two fingers parting the folds to brush against Eren's needy hole, which was contracting around nothing when Armin just rubbed it over. His boyfriend whimpered and lifted his hips to receive something. "I love you, i love you."
Although Armin is considerably smaller than Eren, he has large and big hands, large enough to map out routes for the Scouts and big enought to explore all of his boyfriend's sensitive spots, as if he were destined for it. Armin believes he is, destined to give Eren pleasure. To have the privilege of hearing his babbling pleas to be fucked by him .
Armin's index finger rubs Eren's entrance, while his middle finger caresses the small, sensitive bump of his clitoris. His boyfriend gasps, his knees threatening to buckle, but Armin keeps him pressed against the wall to prevent him from falling, his arm around Eren's waist for support. Eren cries and begs, turning to meet Armin's gaze—"Love me harder, please… give me more."
Armin doesn't keep him waiting long, giving in to his impulses when Eren arches his back enough to brush against his sensitive cock again. And of course, his more mischievous side kicks one of his feet to get his attention. He drops his head against his boyfriend's broad back as he takes his cock in his hand, aligning it with Eren's entrance, sliding between his hot, velvety lips that embrace him almost lovingly.
His boyfriend's cunt receives him docilely and lets his entire length enter completely until their hips are completely pressed together. Eren's eyes turn white for a second before he closes them tightly. Armin notices his long, dark eyelashes brushing against his flushed cheeks, the heat building densely on his forehead and stirring his soft hair, his lips red from constant biting, formed into a cute heart, moaning his name long, growling for him.
"You're so fucking loose, are you that turned on, princess?" Armin teases him, his left arm looping around Eren's waist for support, preventing them both from collapsing to the floor. His right hand slides forward, grazing Eren's mons pubis before descending to touch Eren's clitoris again. It's incredibly swollen, and the slightest touch sends every muscle through his boyfriend's body. He's incredibly sensitive tonight, and Armin is about to lose his mind.
Eren doesn't respond this time. He decides to take the reins when Armin is still inside him. He knows Armin is sensitive from his recent orgasm, but he's embarrassingly desperate. He takes a small push forward and slowly lowers himself onto the length of Armin's cock, using his boyfriend as a sex toy to satisfy himself. Armin's gentle touches on his clitoris only hasten the heat building in his stomach.
"Commander, oh god." Eren gasped, choked by his own saliva that escaped the corners of his lips. His hips moved fast as he adjusted the rhythm to satisfy himself. Armin only stiffened when he sensed his intentions and could feel his size growing between thrusts. The wet sloshing sound increased, and their ragged breaths, loud moans, and shared gasps filled the natural silence that should have existed in that alley, but their lust was too much for both of them. "M-more please, A-Armin please."
Eren's knees tremble and try to close from the constant abuse of his privacy, Armin's fingers brush against his clitoris faster and faster, and the moisture produced by his pussy is so great that it ends up dripping all over his pants, soiling his inner thighs and falling pathetically to the ground, a trail of love, Armin would say.
"You're so hot, god, I think you're going to drive me crazy." Armin grunts, thrusting even deeper into his boyfriend as Eren loses his rhythm and lets himself be gripped by his cock, thrusting in and out so hard that the lips of his pussy burn slightly from the erratic movements of his hips. Armin pulls back slightly and Eren raises his hips in parallel, the synchronicity of their bodies causing the impact to be so strong that they both tremble. Eren's hands are clawing at the stone wall and forming fists with his white knuckles.
The climax is so close for Eren that he feels his feet on the clouds as soon as Armin continues to stroke his mons pubis, generating sensations that directly impact his clitoris. He knows Armin isn't far off when his grunts turn into pitiful gasps due to his own overstimulation. He's probably on the verge of tears, and that only makes his walls throb around the cock that's going in and out of his body in a rhythm that already lacks coherence.
–A-Armin…please, b-breed me.-- Eren loses track of his pleas, he wants the final explosion to run down his back as soon as possible and for his head to stop spinning, he needs to give himself completely to his boyfriend right now, if they could fuse now, he would allow it.
"C-come on Eren, cum for me." Armin frowns as he lowers his head, his reddened ears peeking through his blond hair as he bites his lip while focusing completely on fucking his boyfriend's tight hole hard, enjoying his gasps as the wet sound escapes his lips. He can hear Eren's orgasm coming out in long, forceful spurts, as if he wanted to reach that point, the way the soldier tenses in his hands and then: disarms between his fingers as his body releases the accumulated tension and relaxes against Armin's chest.
Armin takes a couple more seconds, but when the inner walls of Eren's pussy squeeze him so tightly that they take the air out of him and suffocate him , he releases long jets of semen inside Eren's cunt without resentment, plunging deep into his boyfriend's trembling body and listening to his audible moans as he fills his womb with his semen. Eren's moans become distant for a second until Armin can return to his earthly body and descend from the kingdom of heaven, pitifully.
They both remain in the same position until their breathing stabilizes and they notice clouds of steam escaping their open mouths. Eren can feel Armin's soft dick slide out, leaving a void inside his body; he longs for them to continue like this for the rest of the night.
"We have to go. I don't know how long they'll last without noticing their damned commander's absence," Armin whispers in Eren's ear. The brunette is leaning against him, and Armin presses a kisses on his cheek, tasting the salty tang of his dried tears. He receives a scolding groan from his boyfriend, and he's so weak for him. He strokes Eren's lower abdomen, trying to convince him to get dressed again, and only then does he feel his boyfriend stir, trying to sit up.
Armin is faster, tucking his limp cock back into his underwear and zipping up his pants with agile, automatic movements. They're used to being able to dress in a second because of the hurried nature of their duties as soldiers. Eren is a special case, and Armin notices the growing sulkiness in his tired features, grumpy of not being able to spend the rest of the night inside him, as they would at other times . His boyfriend's silent, childish tantrum moves Armin enough to make him laugh.
"What are you laughing at, you idiot?" Oh, Eren's bratty voice only makes Armin laught again. How could that be possible? It's a power that Eren Yeager might have over him, a charming spell that makes Armin Arlert a slave to his every desire.
Armin doesn't say much as he gently pushes Eren against the wall to help him find his footing while he crouches down at his feet to pull up his pants and adjust his uniform straps. Of course, that 's not all he does.
When the black pants are halfway down his thighs and Eren's confused expression takes on a different gleam, Armin considers the moment ripe to act. He stretches his face far enough to reach the front of Eren's pussy, still slightly warm and very wet. He, of course, is a gentleman who needs to clean up the mess of fluids between his lover's legs. He does so.
Armin's tongue moves closer to Eren's vulva, his nose pressed against the pale skin of his mons pubis as his tongue delves deeper into the labia majora, only sipping the fluids that remain on the surface. Eren's thighs tremble in his first reaction, and his fingers tug hard at Armin's short hair, trying to dislodge the intruder, but to no avail.
"Armin! What the-" His name escapes in a shout accompanied by the wet sound of the commander's lips trying to lick and slurp the residual fluids, the perfect mixture of Eren's sweet orgasm and the warm drops of his own semen. He feels his scalp being pulled hard, but it only excites him more.
Armin spreads Eren's legs wide enough to reach every last corner. And when he feels satisfied enough, he slowly pulls away from Eren's warm cunt, his chin wet, his lips flushed, the tip of his nose particularly red, and his cheeks too; for a second he's completely lost in it.
He could perceive Eren's purest scent within his nostrils, and the nectar of life could slip down his throat. His mind pondered what; perhaps this was the source of eternal life, the ultimate prize. Armin observed that Eren's annoyed expression was dissolving into his flushed cheeks, his lips pressed into a thin line trying to stifle his ragged gasps, and his body trembling in his hands.
Armin pretends his face isn't drenched from Eren's orgasm and finishes pulling up his pants. With gentle hands, he straightens his boyfriend's clothes, fastens his pants, and adjusts the straps around his thighs. As he stands up, he places the Legion's green jacket over Eren's shoulders.
When he stands up again, their eyes lock for what feels like an eternity. Eren's soft, cool hand gently cups his lover's face. Armin lets his face fall there and tilts his head slightly to smile, closing his eyes as Eren wipes the wet remnants from his mouth.
"It's time to go, Commander Arlert," Eren whispered against his lips as he leaned down to kiss them. It was so chaste, light, and intimate. Armin could see Eren savoring his lips after the kiss, running his tongue over his own to feel his own climax.
"Yes, come on, princess."