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Armin closed his eyes and sighed in relief as he stepped into his home. He shut the door behind himself and dropped his keys on a nearby shelf. His hair clung to his forehead, and his palms felt damp. He stepped out of his shoes and loosened his tie.
Relaxing his shoulders, Armin took a deep breath and inhaled the comforting and familiar scent of the home he shared with Jean. He walked into the living room and was not surprised to find it empty.
Ever since they became ambassadors, he and Jean had been working relentlessly. The weight of their new responsibilities brought an enormous amount of stress and pressure, leaving very little time for each other.
“Jean? Are you home?” Armin called, not expecting an answer. When the house remained quiet, he quietly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his left pant pocket and headed for the back door.
He sat down cross-legged on the patio floor, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag. A lonely bird sang in the distance, Armin threw his head back and blew smoke towards the sky. He stared at the darkening clouds and blinked.
Today’s meeting was a success; the Marleyans had agreed to a new peace contract, and their resources would be shared with the people of Paradis. But they were still wary of the people of Eldia, even years after Eren’s attack.
Armin didn't know if he was making the right choice – he didn't know if Erwin would agree with what he was doing, or what the commander himself would do if he were alive.
Armin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the creaking sound of the front door opening. He startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder and quickly stubbed out his cigarette. Jean’s shadow loomed over him.
“Jean! I didn't hear you,” Armin said, jumping to his feet to greet his boyfriend.
“Still smoking, hm?” Jean asked, a displeased look on his face.
Armin did not want to be lectured about smoking tonight, especially not by Jean – whom he knew had a penchant for alcohol.
He sighed loudly, “Not tonight, please. Today was a rough day.” Not waiting for an answer, Armin strolled past Jean and headed back inside to the living room, Jean following close behind.
Before he could reach their old but comfortable couch, Armin felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist. Jean pulled him close and Armin let out a soft moan, instantly leaning into the brunette’s touch.
“I miss you,” Jean whispered against the back of his head and they were so close – Armin could feel the subtle vibrations of Jean’s Adam's apple with every word.
Armin closed his eyes, “I’m right here.”
“I know,” Jean said and sat on the couch, pulling Armin down with him and onto his lap, Armin gasped. “I want you, it's been so long.”
Armin felt his cheeks flush slightly, he wished he could turn to face Jean. He liked to bury his face in the crook of Jean's neck to muffle his moans and the little sounds he always makes when they make love.
“You can have me. Always.”
He turned his head and awkwardly tried to reach Jean’s lips. Jean let out a low, attractive chuckle and kissed him softly. The kiss was somewhat a bit awkward, Armin’s neck strained. He struggled to match Jean’s pace and his breath must smell of cigarette.
A string of saliva kept them connected when they parted to breathe, and they stared at each other with hooded eyes. Jean gently squeezed his waist before his fingers trailed upward, he removed his tie and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
Armin turned his head away from Jean and closed his eyes. He had missed his lover and his touch; his hands, his mouth, his cock – and he just couldn't wait any longer. When the last button came undone, Armin hastily helped Jean get the shirt off himself.
He felt his heart skip a beat and he let out a soft moan as Jean’s fingers sensually trailed over his chest, he rubbed them over his hardening nipples and down his abs. When those teasing fingers reached his waistband, Armin took Jean’s hand in his own and pulled it down onto his crotch.
Spreading his legs further, Armin moaned and started using Jean’s hand to palm himself through his pants, his hips involuntarily jerking up. He couldn't think straight, his brain was filled with everything about Jean – only Jean.
Jean effortlessly removed Armin’s hand from his own. Armin whined, his cock throbbed and begged for more, but he knew better than to touch himself without permission.
Armin tried to reach behind him and grab Jean’s arms, but Jean caught his wrists. “Jean, please.”
“Please what?” Jean asked teasingly as he started kissing and nibbling on Armin’s neck.
“Touch me, please,” Armin whimpered, balling his hands into shaking fists as he resisted the urge to touch himself.
He could feel Jean’s hardening cock pressed firmly against his backside and instinctively began to grind against it. Jean’s breath hitched, and his grip on Armin’s wrists tightened. Armin felt a sense of pride bloom in his chest. “Fuck me.”
Jean scoffed and bit into Armin’s neck, hard. He drew a bit of blood and Armin moaned. “You’re needy, I like that.”
Of course he was needy, he wanted – needed Jean. Armin couldn't remember the last time they fucked, they have been so busy lately and their schedules never let them get any rest, let alone time for each other.
Jean finally let go of his wrists and slowly unfastened Armin’s trousers, lowering his already cum stained white boxers in the process. Armin’s hard cock sprang free and Armin moaned as Jean wrapped a hand around it.
Jean planted a trail of soft, lingering kisses along his neck down to his shoulder blade, his hand moving in slow, sensual strokes. His thumb circled Armin’s slit and rubbed pre-cum over his length. Armin’s hand flew over his mouth to try and conceal his moans, but Jean batted his hand away with his non-occupied hand.
“Let me hear you,” Jean whispered in his ear, his voice low and incredibly attractive. His hand never faltered, drawing out every wet gasp and moan Armin couldn't suppress. “Just like that.”
Armin squirmed in Jean’s lap, his backside brushing against Jean’s crotch with every movement, making the brunette thrust his hips forward ever so slightly.
Armin was close, so close. He tried to warn Jean but it was no use – all he could manage were soft, needy moans and gasps.
A desperate grunt was heard, and in his high, Armin didn't even realise it was his. He came hard in Jean’s hand, clear white cum staining his pants and Jean’s. He would've been embarrassed by how quickly he finished if not for his post-orgasm daze.
Jean kept kissing and sucking on his neck, praising him for how good and hot he was. Armin barely registered his words – for his mind was lost deep in his climax. Despite his orgasm, Armin found himself wanting more.
Jean gently helped Armin off his lap to lie him down on his back, on the couch. Armin whined in protest as the action caused his limp, overstimulated cock to jump a little, Jean whispered an apology that was lost to him.
“More,” Armin mumbled, his voice slurred with need. He reached out and grabbed Jean’s shirt, pulling him down on top of him until their lips met. Armin licked Jean’s bottom lip and Jean opened his mouth slightly, allowing him to explore his mouth freely.
Breaking the kiss, Armin trailed down to Jean’s neck and began to suck hungrily. He sucked and kissed on his lover’s neck like a starved vampire, Jean groaned and tilted his head upwards as Armin bit into his neck.
Armin groaned as Jean pushed him away, but quickly shut up as Jean started unbuttoning his own shirt and pants. Biting his lips, he drank in the sight of Jean’s sculpted chest, then reached out to caress it.
As Jean’s pants came undone, Armin wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. He began grinding against him, their cocks rubbing together with just enough friction to make them both moan.
Jean wrapped a hand around both of their cocks and stroked them together. He moaned and said, “We need lube.”
Armin nodded and smirked, “It’s on the table, next to you.”
Raising an eyebrow, Jean looked to the side and found a small bottle of oil sitting on the table, he scoffed and easily grabbed it. “I’m pretty sure it wasn't there this morning.”
With a shrug of his shoulders and a knowing smile, Armin took the bottle from Jean, and uncapped it with a soft ‘pop’. He spread his legs, squeezed a bit of oil on his fingers, and dipped his hand between his legs.
Jean stared with wide eyes, “Do you want me to do it?”
Armin shook his head and pressed a wet finger inside his hole. He closed his eyes and bit his lips as he added a second finger, then a third, making himself gasp. Upon hearing Jean groan, he opened an eye to see the brunette hastily jerking off, hazel eyes never leaving his gaping hole.
Jean spread the blond’s legs wider with his other hand to get a better view and Armin moaned, fingering himself more fervently for him – and only him. His first time had been with Jean, and hopefully his last one will be with him, too.
When his fingers found his prostate, Armin made sure to hit that spot again and again. His cock was already hard again, the reddened tip leaking pre-cum. Once his hole felt loose enough, Armin reluctantly pulled out his fingers.
“Fuck, I’m ready,” Armin groaned, desperate to feel Jean inside of him. His hole clenched around nothing as he wrapped his legs around Jean’s waist, pulling him down on top of him.
Jean kissed him softly before aligning his cock with Armin’s entrance, the head easily slipping in with how wet and loose Armin was. They both gasped as Jean sank deeper, until their bodies were flush against each other.
“Don’t hold back,” Armin gasped, blond strands sticking to his forehead with sweat.
Jean obeyed and began thrusting at a fast and steady pace, each thrust hitting Armin’s prostate, making him moan and gasp uncontrollably. Jean buried his face in the crook of Armin’s neck, muffling his own moans. Armin took the opportunity to bite the side of Jean’s neck, making him gasp and thrust harder.
Sucking on Jean’s neck, Armin desperately wrapped his arms around Jean’s back, needing to hold onto him. His nails trailed downward, leaving red stripes that marked Jean as his, just like the marks on the brunette's neck.
The couch creaked beneath them with every movement, and Armin found himself fantasising about it giving in and breaking, all because of their rough sex.
“–Armin,” Jean whimpered, his entire body stiffening.
Armin quickly understood that Jean was close as the brunette stopped mid-thrust. And even though Armin could barely form a thought that wasn't about cock, he knew they couldn't stop now.
Pupils blown wide, Armin fisted a handful of brown hair, pulling Jean’s head away from his neck to stare into his eyes. Armin began grinding his hips without breaking eye contact. “Don’t stop.”
Jean reminded Armin of a kicked puppy as he bit his lips, resuming his thrusts with a loud groan. Armin never stopped moving his hips, edging Jean to keep going. He pulled on Jean’s hair and closed his eyes in bliss, his cock dripping pre-cum onto his stomach.
“Ngh!” Armin’s eyes flew open, groaning as Jean wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him skilfully in rhythm with each thrusts.
Jean smirked, leaning forward until their noses touched. “Cum for me, Min’.”
Armin tried to shake his head, not wanting it to be over just yet, but found it impossible to do anything but gasp and moan as the familiar knot in his stomach unraveled.
“Jean!”
Armin came hard, his load spilling over his stomach and Jean’s hand – which didn't stop moving until Jean was sure every last drop had been drawn out, causing Armin to whine loudly.
Despite his orgasm, Jean kept ramming into him, chasing his own release. His movements were jerky and uncoordinated with how close he was.
Armin moaned relentlessly, hands clenching tightly around the brunette’s shoulders. His legs wrapped around Jean’s waist, his overstimulated cock bounced helplessly with each rough thrust of Jean’s hips, making him gasp.
A few seconds later, Jean’s hips snapped in place as he came deep inside of him, his head falling backward in ecstasy.
Armin stared lovingly at Jean; his heart heavy in his chest with pure love, Jean’s chiselled jaw now covered in bruises and love bites, blue eyes wandered over his sweaty body to his disheveled hair.
He pulled Jean down until the brunette's head rested on his chest, he kissed Jean’s forehead as he waited for the two of them to regain their breath.
“I love you,” Jean whispered, his warm breath tickling Armin’s nipple.
Armin smiled and hugged him tighter, “I love you more.”
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, they both regained their composure and Jean slowly slipped his limp cock out of Armin’s body.
“Do you want me to run us a bath?”
“Yeah, please.”
As Jean tried to lift himself up, Armin whined and tried to grip onto Jean for a little while longer, wanting to hold onto his heat. The brunette softly kissed his lips before getting up, his naked body now on full display.
Armin’s eyes lustfully wandered over his back and bottom and licked his lips, his libido still standing strong despite having made love just moments ago.
When Jean disappeared into the bathroom, Armin awkwardly rolled over to his stomach and reached for their discarded clothes on the floor and couch, he felt Jean’s cum trickle down between his thighs and moaned.
Armin could hear the noisy sound of running water as he folded their clothes and put away the stained ones. Jean came back a few minutes later, a small wet towel in his hand.
Jean smiled and rubbed the towel from Armin’s back down to his ass and in between his cheeks, the sudden sensation of cold water on his skin made Armin jump slightly.
“What are you doing? Aren't we bathing?”
“I’m cleaning the cum off of you, I don't want cum filled bath water, neither do I want to clean it off the floors.”
Armin scoffed and rolled his eyes, trying not to get hard as Jean cleaned his ass. He startled when Jean suddenly rolled him over and carried him bridal-style to the bathroom.
Their bathroom was small but efficient, containing all the necessities such as a bath, a sink, and a shelf full of fancy Marleyan perfumes and other toiletries. Most of it was gifted to them by comrades and colleagues.
Jean had lit a vanilla scented candle, which set a nice atmosphere. He gently lowered Armin into the warm water, Armin immediately went limp and closed his eyes.
“Stay with me, Min’. We’ll go to bed after this,” Jean said, ruffling his hair and getting into the bath behind Armin.
Armin mumbled incoherently and reluctantly squinted his eyes open. Jean grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some on Armin’s hair and his own, massaging the blond’s scalp gently.
Armin hummed softly and leaned closer to Jean, resting his head on his chest. The feeling of their naked bodies pressed against one another was the only thing in Armin’s sleepy mind.
When Jean finished with their hair, he began massaging Armin’s shoulders with lemon scented soap. Armin sighed and smiled softly.
Whenever Armin felt himself drifting off to sleep, Jean would kiss his forehead and shake him gently. He willed himself to stay awake for Jean’s sake, but his eyelids felt so heavy.
Jean gently shook him awake, he got out of the bath before helping Armin sit on the bathtub to go fetch fresh towels.
The pink towel felt too rough on his body and Armin groaned, Jean laughed softly and kept slowly drying him up. Once Armin was dry enough, Jean quickly repeated the same process on himself.
Armin dozed off, and a few minutes later, he found himself back in Jean’s arms as he was carried upstairs to their bedroom. Jean laid him down on the bed and got him under the covers, kissing his cheek before going back to the bathroom.
Immediately, Armin found himself missing Jean’s presence. He scooted over to Jean’s side of the bed and hugged the brunette’s pillow close to his chest, inhaling his scent.
“Armin, that’s my side of the bed,” Jean murmured fondly, but didn't really seem to mind as he settled for the other – Armin’s – side.
He felt the bed dip under Jean’s weight as he laid down beside him. Jean wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close to spoon him from behind.
“I love you, Jean,” Armin murmured against Jean’s pillow.
“I love you too, Min,” Jean replied and turned off the light.
Sleeping without a pillow wasn't ideal, but Jean would gladly sleep without one if it meant Armin would sleep peacefully.