Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan... this is FANfiction ;)
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Ten Minutes
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"Left, no, more left," a giggle sounds before it turns into a moan, "Oooh, right there."
"Four years and you still do it," Eren says and kneads further Armin's shoulders, "Does it really feel that good?"
"It's ineffable," Armin says and rolls his head in a lazy circle before sighing contently.
"Un-fuckable?" Eren suggests the meaning, before laughing when Armin's head snaps towards him.
"I-it's … in- in-effable means it's-s indescribable!" Armin stutters, eyes wide whilst his face turns bright red and his expression twisting in embarrassment.
"Oh," Eren mouths and fakes a surprised reaction.
"You-" Armin starts, his embarrassment fading into indignation because he suddenly realizes that Eren knew.
"Aww, don't be mad," Eren soothes with a lopsided grin. He purposely starts working at the junction right between Armin's shoulder-blades that he knows is a weak-point for the other.
Of course, a very audible moan follows.
"You're mean," Armin finally manages to say when goosebumps erupts on his back from the fingers that manipulates his muscles.
"Not at all," the teal-eyed male answers sarcastically, lazily leaning down and opens his mouth to let his teeth graze the base of the other's neck. He purposely lets his warm breath hit too. The shudder of a reaction from the other makes the brown-haired male grin with satisfaction.
"Don't tease me when you're giving m-me a massa~" Armin starts to say but breaks down into a moan when the skilled hands works his lower back into heavenly submission.
"You were saying?" Eren asks innocently and can't help but chuckle when all response he gets is a strangled content groan, "You know you're best friend, right?"
"We're … ooh …" the blond pauses and giggles again before continuing, "We're married..."
"I know, best friends with benefits and a certificate to prove it," Eren elaborates, which finally makes the blond laugh, "I can't believe I got so lucky..."
"... We don't have time, we still need to-" Armin's voice suddenly cuts off when he twists further into Eren's hands when the other male works the spot behind his hip bone, "... ah."
"Oh? Right there?" the brunette asks, working the junction between Armin's hip bone and spine in small strokes, applying more pressure in a circle before drawing away, "Like that?"
It's then when Armin snaps around, glaring at the other.
"Uh...A-Armin..." Eren stutters, instantly wondering if he went too far.
"Ten. Minutes," Armin states and grabs hold of Eren's shoulders and pushes him back, "Got it?"
Of course, this time it was the brunette's turn to blush, from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. He really didn't expect his plan to work out so well. He couldn't help but grin excitedly.
"Got it."
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Thanks for reading ;)