Prompt: Top!Armin
This one is full of explicit content, you've been warned! Like, seriously, it starts in the next line.
Eren gasped, his back arching off of the bed as he fisted the sheets tightly, unable to stifle the moan that made his whole frame shake. Years ago, Armin had been too shy for this. His small frame would falter, he'd hesitate, even pull out and hide himself under the sheets with shame, much to Eren's annoyance. The blonde felt so good when he did it right, hit all the right spots. But it had taken all of their years together for him to finally work up the confidence to fuck Eren right, to thrust with abandon, to make the other scream his name.
Everyone made the assumption, a very incorrect one, that Eren was the giver in the relationship. Far from it; it was rare that he did any of the penetrating. He liked the feeling of Armin inside of him so much more, loved that connection they shared, relished the fact that they were comfortable enough with one another that he could hand himself over completely. He could never do that with anyone else. He liked to relinquish control, and he knew that Armin loved to have that trust. He was always insecure about his role in Eren's life, whether he deserved to be there, and this was Eren's way of proving that yes, he needed him, wanted him.
He reached his arms up and pulled the ribbon from Armin's hair, the flaxen colored silk falling down to brush against his cheeks, to frame his face. He'd let it grow so long, and Eren adored it. Eren shuddered, running his fingers through it, mussing it without a care, wrapping his legs around the slimmer hips of his lover, pulling them flush against him. Armin yelped, falling over and landing on Eren's chest, not having expected the sudden yank.
Eren took the opportunity to lock his lips with the blonde's, sucking the other tongue into his own mouth. Armin moaned appreciatively, finding his rhythm again and rolling his hips into Eren, but not breaking the kiss. Not that Eren would let him though. They rocked roughly against each other, Armin's new muscle tone aiding in it, the pornographic slapping of skin against skin echoing through their room.
"Ah, Eren!" Armin groaned, resting his head on Eren's shoulder, panting just as heavily as the brunette was. He had to pause to breath before he could speak again. "Is it good?" He asked, looking down at his lover. "I'm not hurting you, right?"
Eren growled with frustration, pulling the blonde down for another kiss, effectively shutting him up. He always talked too much, thought too much. That's what Armin did, he thought, thought about everything, tried to calculate every outcome before it happened. And he was always so worried, so concerned that he was going to hurt Eren. As if Eren was some fragile, breakable thing. It was laughable, but endearing.
Armin grabbed onto tan hips, using them as leverage to thrust in deeper, his shoulders tensing with the action. No longer were they small and girlish as they'd been in his childhood. He grown quite nicely, though he was still a bit smaller than Eren. Another moan proved that Eren seemed to be fine, despite the scant preparation he'd had. Armin adored that about Eren. The larger was always ready for him, always willing to trust him so completely. It meant more to Armin that Eren would probably ever know. He didn't have the proper words to describe it; and you can trust that he tried. He'd read every book he could get his hands on, yet there was no word, no combination of words, that could sum it up. Love wasn't enough, would never be enough.
But when they were like this, linked, flushed, wanting, together, he thought that maybe, just maybe, Eren kind of understood. Because how could he not be receiving his feelings, when they were so close together like this? And Armin could pick up Eren's feelings. The desperation as he clung to his back and drew his nails across the pale skin there, leaving harsh pink streaks in his wake; the love as he pressed their lips together despite their already ragged breathing; the need as he met every thrust. It was so overwhelming, and Armin didn't know if he could handle it, how he'd handled it up to that point. He loved Eren so much, and had no way to express it properly. His shyness was so overwhelming that he had trouble even saying the words. But Eren gave him that toothy grin of his, and Armin knew that he knew, that the feeling was mutual.
He came, riding it out slowly, shuddering as Eren spasmed around him, and falling against him, spent. The tan boy was covered in his own release, the white stark against his skin. Armin smiled at the sight. It was kind of vulgar, but he liked it, despite himself. They were still for a while, then Eren pulled him up for a kiss, but he stopped.
"Armin, you're crying." He pointed out, wiping at a wet cheek for emphasis. Armin's eyes widened. He hadn't noticed. Eren rolled his eyes, a lazy grin spreading over his features. "You've always been such a crybaby." He said with a sigh, pressing a kiss to already bruised lips, dragging his tongue across barely crooked teeth. Armin shuddered, melting into the kiss, his body going completely limp atop his lover's.
Eren groaned, pushing him away halfheartedly.
"Get off!" He whined, pushing at creamy white shoulders. "You're heavy." He complained, making Armin giggle.
"You're always saying how tiny I am, and picking me up, but I'm heavy when I want to cuddle?" He wondered.
"Ugh, this isn't cuddling, it's smothering!" Eren growled, his arms flopping to rest at his sides, his body heaving as he sighed in defeat. Armin laughed, resting his chin on Eren's chest so he could look up at him.
"I don't know, I think it's nice." He decided, earning a scoff.
"You're on top, of course you do." Eren sneered, wrapping his arms around the smaller male nonetheless.
"But I can hear your heartbeat like this." Armin pointed out, turning his head to the side and resting his ear against the spot he knew Eren's heart rested. It thumped pleasantly, just a little too fast. They rested like that until their bodies began to get stiff from holding the position to for too long.
"You going to pull out sometime tonight?" Eren asked, his fingers carding through blonde locks absently. Armin sighed.
"Sorry. I like being connected to you." He admitted, backing his hips up. Eren's legs fell, and he sighed, able to fully relax now. Armin crawled up and nestled into Eren's side, laying his head on a shoulder and inhaling. Eren smelled like soil, and minty shampoo, and sweat, and sex, and it drove Armin crazy. He blushed when Eren turned to look at him, but the brunette didn't comment on the sniffing, stealing a kiss instead, then pulling the sheet up to drape over the both of them. Armin smiled appreciatively, kissing Eren's cheek one more time before he let himself doze off to the sound of his heartbeat.
A/N: I'm among the few people who actually see Armin as a (mostly) bottom, so writing him as a top was a bit odd for me. I don't dislike it though, I just usually go the other way around. I'm surprised how many people are into top!Armin! I can dig it though!
KuroRiya
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