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Eren carded his fingers gently through golden locks, admiring the way they parted easily, allowing his fingers to glide from root to tip without hurting the boy position between his thighs.
The brunet had his back pressed against the shower wall and Armin sat in front to him, leaning backwards into his chest as the showerhead leaked a thin spray of water over their bodies.
Armin sighed happily and ran his fingertips along the taller boy's thigh, loving the feeling of Eren's toned leg twitching, and muscles clenching under his pale hand.
The two often enjoyed these rare, quiet moments they shared where they would sit in the shower room, away from monsters and the constant fear of death; where they would kiss each other freely with no shame. No quick fumbles under dinner tables, but long adoring caresses that would leave the others' skin tingling. They would make love and they would be sure to take their time, for moments where they could share each other's company, away from the others, were rare indeed.