"Eren, that's not a funny joke!" Armin squeaked, backing himself into a wall against the advancing Eren, trying to make himself look as small and non-threatening as possible to calm Eren down, but they both knew Armin could never be more threatening than Eren, despite the small gash on Eren's top lip.
"Who said it was supposed to be funny?" Eren smirked, blood dribbling down off his full bottom lip and Armin knew from the dangerous glint in his teal eyes that he wasn't playing around anymore; a line had been crossed and there was no way back. Armin gulped, his stomach falling out from under him. He'd massively fucked up.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
This had begun during one of the three childhood friends and roommates' weekly movie nights, though it was just the two of them because Mikasa was away for a fortnight travelling. So Armin had the chance to randomly start pestering Eren to help him get stronger, to practise together just like Eren and Mikasa did every other day. The difference was that even though Mikasa was smaller than Eren, she was a formidable and frankly terrifying opponent to go up against, who trained for hours a day to become a professional kickboxer and could very easily put Eren on his ass. She was the whole reason Eren had tried so hard to bulk up towards the end of high school, fighting tooth and nail to get out of her shadow. It also helped that he'd been working in construction for the last few years, so the man was basically always working out some part of his body and it definitely showed.
Eren blew him off, saying he didn't want to hurt him and that frankly he couldn't be bothered, which earned him a sullen pout and crossed arms, but Armin seemed to let it go. Or so Eren thought until the next day during his morning reps, the smaller man walked into his bedroom without permission, a stubborn jut to his lip and hands on his hips. He walked over to the stereo angrily blasting Eren's favourite workout mix and turned it down.
"What do you want?" Eren grunted, slightly out of breath. He made eye contact while he continued his sit ups, making the chunky black chain and ring around his neck jingle back and forth, bouncing off the black and white wings tattooed on his left pec.
Armin's cheeks were rosy as he watched Eren's movement, but he stubbornly kept his gaze away from the tatted sweaty bare chest and abs. "I'm serious about what I said last night. I want you to teach me how to fight, or at least defend myself! If I'm ever in a bad situation, I don't want to have to rely on you or Mikasa to protect me."
Eren rolled his eyes as he sat up, stomach muscles tight. "You won't be in a bad situation." He laid down. Armin opened his mouth to protest but Eren's sit up was faster. "As long as you don't pick a fight with someone who could pound you into the ground of course." Armin decided to ignore the poorly disguised threat, as well as the blue green glare levelled at him.
"Come on, please! I'll leave you alone if you just show me some starting moves for half an hour! You're already working out, so it can just be a part of your routine today. Or..." Armin moved closer, crouching down to rest his hands on Eren's knees as he sat back up. "I'll keep pestering you every workout."
Eren stayed very still, their faces almost touching, sharing breath. He noticed Armin smelt like mint, probably from his toothpaste. Armin was wearing a self satisfied grin like he'd already won. At that moment, more than anything in the world, Eren wanted to wipe that smug smirk off Armin's delicate face and replace it with a far more appropriate expression. Gritting his teeth, he gave a clipped nod. "Fucking hell, fine!"
Armin shot up and fist pumped the air, like an absolute dork. Eren did five more sit ups, intent to finish his fifty reps at least and happy to make the nuisance wait longer. When he was done he very slowly got to his feet and stretched. Armin's eyes instantly went to the very naked chest right in front of him, and Eren didn't miss the quick lick of his lips.
Eyes never leaving Armin's face, the taller man undid his shoulder length hair, then retied it in a more secure bun. Looking down, he noticed Armin was already wearing loose clothing, an old t-shirt hanging off him, showing a sliver of collarbone, and basic black shorts. A chuckle somehow made it past Eren's pressed lips and he quickly turned around.
"We'll do it in here, there's no space in the loungeroom. Come here." He motioned to the excited blond acting like a child who'd just been given his favourite candy, but after ten minutes of Eren showing him the most basic defence moves that smile died quick.
"You're moving too fast, slow down!" Armin complained, hands on his knees, completely out of breath.
Eren didn't bother trying to hide the chuckle this time. "If you can't take even five minutes with me, how are you gonna protect yourself in real life?" He stood over Armin's bent form, now his turn to sassily stand with hands on his hips. "Get the fuck up."
Eren almost viciously pulled his winded friend up by the scruff of his oversized t-shirt. "If you're gonna interrupt my morning routine then you better make it worth my while." Armin stumbled closer, surprise on his sweaty face from the sudden rough treatment. He saw a wicked flash of teeth then got roughly pushed back and sent far too easily skidding onto his butt.
Eren saw the shocked and betrayed grimace on Armin's face and scoffed. "What, you think in a real scenario your attacker is gonna let you take a breath before kicking your ass?" He slowly walked closer, and Armin had the wherewithal to quickly scoot back, panic twisting his lovely features. "Get. The. Fuck. Up." Each word enunciated with a step closer and closer until Armin belatedly realised he'd scooted himself into the wall. He hardly had time to glance behind then back to the huge man towering above him before a large foot came careening towards his face.
With a yelp, Armin rolled out of the way before he got kicked. From the loud thunk on the wall to his left, he was glad he'd somehow managed to avoid that pain. It didn't take him very long to get back onto his feet and retreat away from his friend that seemed to be taking this play far too seriously. "Eren, what the fuck?! That could have broken my nose!"
"Yeah." Hard blue green eyes rolled, a vicious grin curling his handsome features. "Buuut it didn't. Because you were quicker. Good job." He couldn't have sounded more sarcastic if he tried. "Don't ever take your eyes off your opponent, one second is all it takes before you're back on the ground and at an asshole's mercy."
Armin gulped but seriously nodded, which earned him a slight smile. "Now remember how I showed you to block and defend yourself."
There was no time to waste before Eren's fist came towards Armin's face, but this time he was expecting it. He quite easily threw his hands up and shielded his face, just as Eren had shown before five minutes ago. The fist impacting his raised hands hurt but it was tolerable. He lowered his hands, about to celebrate his success, until a faster fist came towards the right side of his face and he squealed again, stumbling back to the left.
"You keep on letting down your guard." An even faster fist came very close to the pretty jawline of his tiny opponent. "Why do you trust me so much, you think I won't actually hurt you?" He swung a slow fist to the left that Armin easily blocked again, then quickly threw out a leg. A sickening thud reverberated through Eren's knee now connected with Armin's stomach, and he felt the breath gasp out of the small male's chest in a painful splutter. "Don't be a fucking idiot, you should know me better than that."
A splutter coughed out of the shocked Armin. He stupidly hadn't expected Eren to fight dirty. Thankfully the larger male didn't kick him again while he was down, just sighed and walked away to his stereo, turning the knob back up to its original blasting volume, clearly done with their little experiment. Eren didn't even bother to look at his friend in pain while he said, "Get the fuck out and leave me alone, unless you actually do want to get the shit kicked out of you."
He heard Armin get up and assumed he was done and would finally leave him in peace, until he felt a small hand grasp his elbow, nails digging in harshly. Eren turned around with another eye roll, about to laugh out loud, until a surprisingly solid fist connected with his face.
It wasn't the hardest punch he'd ever taken, but it was still enough to make him stumble back in surprise, hand flying up to cover his numb lip, which he soon realised was wet. Looking at his hand, he saw a few drops of blood staining his tanned skin.
"You said to never take your eyes off your opponent. You really think I'm that weak you don't even have to worry about turning your back on me?" Armin had retreated backwards, shit-eating grin all over his face, clearly impressed with himself. That is until he also saw the blood he'd caused.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I forgot to take off my ring! I didn't mean it!" He took a step forward instantly, hands up like he wanted to reach over and wipe off the blood, but thought better of it. "I'll go get you some ice."
Before he could take more than two steps towards the open door, Eren slammed it shut, hard enough to make the hinges shudder. "I don't need you to baby me, it doesn't even sting." Armin had never heard Eren sound so cold before, like his voice was a void. The smaller man felt like a defensive, angry wild animal was stalking him and as soon as he moved an inch he'd be pounced on. By the way Eren was staring at him with eyes of absolute stone, his gut response was correct.
"I'm sorry, it really was an accident, I would never want to make you bleed!" Armin squeaked, very very slowly backing away, hands in the air in surrender.
Eren sneered, turning his nose up at Armin's words in mockery. "Maybe now I want to make you bleed. An eye for an eye and all that shit."
"Eren, that's not a funny joke!" Armin squeaked, backing himself into a wall against the advancing Eren, trying to make himself look as small and non threatening as possible to calm Eren down, but they both knew Armin could never be more threatening than Eren, despite the small gash on Eren's top lip.
"Who said it was supposed to be funny?" Eren smirked, blood dribbling down off his full bottom lip and Armin knew from the dangerous glint in his teal eyes that he wasn't playing around anymore; a line had been crossed and there was no way back. Armin gulped, his stomach falling out from under him. He'd massively fucked up.
Eren was too quick for Armin to see more than a blur before he felt a heavy fist hit his cheek, harder than he'd ever been hit before. He only got time to yell out in pain before he was struck again, this time to his lips, splitting his bottom lip open. Then the same big hand held him up against the wall by the scruff of his shirt, Eren lifting him so high his feet dangled limply. 'Oh fucking Christ' Armin thought as his lower half tingled and he shook in fright.
"Eren, please, this is too far!" His voice was thick, like he was holding back tears. "I'm sorry for hurting you! For annoying you in the first place! I was only trying to spend some time with you, I didn't want this!"
Eren laughed, dropping him in disgust. Armin fell in a heap on the carpet and curled in on himself. "You sound so pathetic. You're gonna cry? Gonna piss yourself too?" Eren sounded so pleased as he laid his sneaker-clad foot on Armin's back, holding him down further. "At least you realise you should be at my feet, not thinking you could take me in a fight." He could feel Armin shaking, and it just egged him on faster.
He put his foot under Armin's curled in form, and used just enough pressure to make him sit up, back against the wall. It was the most gentle Eren had been all morning. Armin didn't seem to care though, his eyes were squeezed shut, head drooping down, like if he refused to make eye contact Eren would get bored and leave his prey alone. It had the opposite effect.
"Oi." The foot up against Armin's chest gradually pushed in. "Oi. Don't fucking ignore me." Armin whimpered at the increasing pressure, but still kept his eyes scrunched up in defiance. " Oi! I said don't ignore me!" He pushed further, hard enough that Armin flinched and grasped Eren's foot, his small hands highlighting just how much bigger Eren was. His eyes were wide open, but he still refused to look up at his attacker.
Eren couldn't stand it, needed those big fear stricken light blue eyes on him at all times. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He bent down and grasped Armin's scared little face in a big hand, pushing into the slightly swollen blemish he'd created on that skinny pale cheek. "This is us spending time together. You have my full undivided attention, aren't you so lucky." Eren forced his plaything's face up, but Armin just shook his head and closed his eyes again. The worst thing he could have done.
Eren struck his already sore cheek, the sound of the slap reverberating through Armin's ears, unwillingly opening his eyes from shock. "Look at me!" Eren yelled, and Armin couldn't resist any longer. Their eyes connected and a sharp spark tingled through Armin's body, making him shiver in something that was past fear. Eren smirked in response, looking positively evil looming over his childhood friend, playing with him like a toy he'd chuck away once bored or he broke it.
"Even you can be a good boy when you want to be, huh." He breathed out, practically a purr, and Armin gulped in response, teeth biting his now broken lip, blood dripping down. As a reward, Eren removed the foot squishing Armin against the wall and crouched down further, their faces now level. He could see the few pale freckles adorning Armin's skin, and the increasingly hot flush turning him pink. Eren laughed, sounding almost giddy. "You like this, don't you? This is exactly what you wanted when you barged into my room, picking a fight. Wanted to get beat up by the bigger, stronger man to make you feel something, anything at all."
Armin frantically shook his head. "No! I-" a gulp, "Why would I want this? You're the one getting off on fucking with me!" He flinched after his words, expecting another blow, but it blissfully didn't come. Yet.
Eren only scoffed, unconvinced. He glanced down the length of Armin's frail body, his oversized t-shirt scrunched up, revealing his slim tummy and the fair hair dusting it leading down to under his shorts. Eren finally noticed that the shorts in particular were looking far tighter than when they'd started. "Ha! What the fuck, you really are getting off on this shit! What happened to make you such a pathetic freak?"
Armin kept on shaking his head, like he couldn't believe this was happening, like this was just a nightmare he would wake from. He jumped at the rough nudge against his crotch. "Ah! Eren, please!"
A diabolical grin. "Please what?" Pressing his sneaker against Armin's hardened crotch, feeling his own body respond happily to where this was leading to.
"Please, stop! I don't want this!" His frail hands pushed against Eren's inappropriate foot, trying to protect his most private of parts. "Any of this! Just stop, please. It's enough, I already got your point!"
Eren's face was carefully blank as he ground his foot on Armin's sensitive crotch. The small, beaten blond cried out in pain, hands desperately wringing at the foot causing bitter pain to burn through his system. "What's my point then, bitch?"
Armin's pretty face twisted in agony. He ground out in gasping breaths, "That I'm weak and pathetic and could never beat you in a fight."
Eren laughed a deep pleased chuckle. The pressure eased off Armin's crushed crotch, as a reward for his appeasing begging. "You forgot to say that you deserve everything I give you," he removed his foot briefly, only to swiftly kick it right between Armin's legs. Armin's shriek caused Eren's own privates to strain against his black exercise shorts. His breath came out in great huffs as he stood, then quickly yanked Armin up by his newly cut short hair to stand against the dark blue wall, knee resting between Armin's now bowed legs. He glanced down at the tiny hands trying desperately to cradle and soothe his new pain, the sight making the sadist imagine those hands on his own body part, how small they would look holding his monster.
He leaned in, his whole body flush against Armin's shaking form, so close he could smell a slight floral scent. "And I'm gonna give you so much more," lips brushing against the curve of Armin's ear as he whispered. He felt the smaller man's full body shudder, a soft sweet moan gracing Eren's excited ears. "Wow, you really do love this. Is this what you imagined would happen when you came in here, wanted to piss me off and reap the repercussions?"
Tears dripped down Armin's flushed cheeks, hitting his bloody wet bottom lip. He opened his plush mouth but couldn't seem to get anything out, just looked up at his attacker with huge terrified, aroused eyes, and resolutely shook his head no. Eren wasn't the type to practise self control when an impulse lit up his brain, so once he saw those beautiful teary eyes, he pounced forward to roughly claim those full torn lips with his own.
Armin let out the most delicious sound full of shock and arousal ever. His hands flew up from covering himself to land on Eren's chest, pushing against pure muscle, making soft desperate noises of protest that Eren paid no mind to. Armin's lips were so soft, so pliable it drove Eren a little crazy. He slid his tongue against those crazy soft lips, dying to get inside, but the smaller man had his mouth tightly closed after the initial surprised moan. Eren grunted, pushing himself further into Armin's space, their bodies now flush together, Armin's fingers pulling on the black chain hanging off the giant's chest towering over him. The giant who did whatever he pleased with Armin's body like it was his to own and abuse.
Eren ended the kiss with a sharp bite to the already bruised lips, skin breaking further. Armin gifted his assailant with a little yelp in return, hand going up to wipe at his mouth. The blood staining those pale fingers only made his own blood inside rush even more southwards. At this point the strain against his pants was frankly uncomfortable, he absolutely had to relieve himself soon. Eren replaced his knee between Armin's legs with his own hips, giving a throaty moan at the now sweet pressure against his raging hard on, feeling Armin's own body jump ecstatically in response.
"Ah! Eren!" Armin shivered at the growl Eren gave at hearing his name uttered in that cute, desperate voice. "Please, this has gone too far! I don't want this, I'm sorry!"
Eren viciously grinned, eyes trailing down Armin's body to his lower regions. "So then what'sthis?" He snapped his hips forward, grinding against Armin's hardened crotch, feeling it jump again at the touch. "You really expect me to believe that when your cock is so desperate to be touched?"
Armin turned his head away with a wince, eye contact too much after hearing Eren say cock. He said it like it was the most dirty, despicable word, practically spitting it out like one does with a derogatory slur. Armin's cheeks were basically on fire, his whole body feeling like it was burning from Eren's touch, from his overbearing proximity. All he could get past his lips was a weak "Please," already sounding so wonderfully broken.
Eren held Armin's wet cheeks in his rough hands, forcing him to meet his gaze before he crashed their lips together again. This time he didn't give the weaker man time to protest, just slipped his tongue inside instantly, claiming every inch of his wet mouth. Armin didn't even bother to fight against the monstrous tongue, hands falling to his sides, body going limp against the wall, like someone had cut his marionette strings.
Eren just used his huge hands to hold him up, one scrunching up the material on Armin's slim waist and the other landing on his lower back. It took no more than thirty seconds for that big hand to find its way under Armin's shirt, the feeling of skin on skin lighting up Eren's territorial brain. Armin's body was now just putty in Eren's gigantic grabby paws, letting the larger man kiss and lick and grind as much as he pleased, moaning into his mouth at the biting kisses, which earned him harder bites. It wasn't until Armin felt the hand on his back creep lower that he managed to voice his complaints. "No! This has gone too far! If you don't stop now I won't ever forgive you!"
Eren finally pulled away, if only by a few inches, but his roaming hand didn't leave Armin's smooth asscheek. "You'd seriously forgive everything else before this?" He spat out mockingly. "I can fuck up your face, kick your balls, rub my cock up against you, but touching your ass is suddenly crossing the line?"
"Everything you've done is crossing the line!" Armin yelled, actual fury maring his features. He heaved with all his might against the rock solid body smothering him, nails biting into inked biceps when Eren didn't budge. "If you stop now I swear I'll never speak of this, I just want to forget this ever happened."
For a long moment Eren was a silent statue against Armin's body, eyes hard and unreadable. Until he slowly lowered his head and licked a long wet stripe up Armin's vulnerable neck, getting another helpless moaning yell in return. "Except I want you to remember this. I want to sear this memory into your brain permanently. You'll never be able to see me or hear my name again without remembering how I made you mine."
The confession hung heavy in the air, and Eren would never forget the exact moment he saw the fight leave Armin's eyes, witnessed the uncomfortable acceptance in his cruel new reality as Eren's plaything. That no matter what he said or did, nothing would ever be enough to stop Eren's terrifying tenacity to get his own way.
Just to make it sink in further, to twist his knife even deeper, Eren taunted, "Seriously though, what did you expect to happen when you come in here and practically hand yourself over on a silver platter, clothes hanging off you, teasing me with your little body." He racked his nails over Armin's smooth ass, knowing he left gorgeous red marks that he could no longer wait to see.
He pulled his hand out of Armin's pants, only to yank him by the already stretched collar off the wall and practically threw him onto his large double bed. Armin's back hit the soft cushiony mattress, the deep grey sheets already in a crumpled mess because Eren hadn't bothered to remake the bed before his exercises. The shock on Armin's flushed wet face was priceless, until Eren sat between his flared legs, hands coming to rest on the hairy thin thighs and suddenly his position hit him like a freight train and his fight or flight instinct finally kicked in.
"No, no, no, no!" Armin cried out in distress, sounding like the scared cornered animal in pain Eren had made of him. He tried to slide backwards on the bed to the wire headboard, but Eren latched onto his thighs, still spreading them open wider, his hands steadily inching up higher and higher, a monstrous grin maring his handsome features. He couldn't move back, so instead Armin kicked out, desperately trying to shake his ex-friend's possessive hands from his body, realising it was now or never to get out of this awful situation. Eren wasn't going to stop, didn't care what he wanted at all, so Armin had to save himself.
Eren could control the first couple kicks easily enough, but then a fierce look of mixed determination and fury lit Armin's face from the inside and suddenly the smaller man had far more power in his legs than Eren had anticipated. Life saving adrenaline now pumped through Armin's veins, and with a particularly forceful double yank and kick, he successfully got away from Eren's grasp. Armin didn't give him much time to respond before he viciously kicked the stupid shocked look off Eren's face.
"Ow, fuck!!" Eren yelled out, hands automatically flying up to cradle his assaulted jaw. Giving Armin just enough time to get up and scramble off the bed, eyes glued to the closed door, distance his only protection. He didn't even make it halfway there before Eren wrapped his long fingers around the escaping blond's slim wrist and savagely pulled him back onto the bed, hard enough for the bed springs to groan in protest along with Armin's crying yells.
"You fucking cunt, why can't you get it through your thick fucking skull that you can't beat me!" Eren basically out right screamed into his victim's terrified face, "I'm allowed to do whatever the fuck I want to you and you can't do shit because you're a weak little cunt." Every word was enunciated with a smarting smack across Armin's face, but for 'cunt' Eren wrapped a huge hand around the skinny neck he'd licked only two minutes ago and in his rage brutally squeezed down.
Armin grabbed onto Eren's squeezing hand in feeble desperation, but the beating he'd just taken had sucked all the energy out of him and left a hollow emptiness. As he gasped for air and stared into Eren's furious brutal blue-green eyes, he knew the larger man was capable of killing him easily.
"Please," he gasped out, hoping his last word wouldn't be pathetic begging. Black spots tarnished his vision and he squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting Eren's stone cold face to be the last thing he ever saw.
Suddenly the brunet released his violent grip on Armin's poor little neck, though he kept his hand there possessively as a warning. Armin wetly coughed then heaved in great lungfuls of air in ecstasy, head spinning. Eren couldn't help but admire how gorgeous Armin looked beneath him, bruised and bloodied face all sloppy from his tears, crystal blue eyes blown wide from terror and misery, his entire skinny body heaving from laboured breathing. A certain part of Eren's body felt the squirming movement beneath him hitting the exact right spot perfectly. He grit his teeth to keep the steadily building moan inside–he couldn't keep his lust in check much longer.
"You're mine, Armin, my new bitch. Do you understand?" Eren murmured, his voice sounding almost gentle, like he hadn't just beat the shit out of and choked his old childhood friend. He stared intently at the smaller man, waiting for his response.
Armin's voice wouldn't or couldn't work so he simply nodded slowly, exhaustion and defeat written all over his limp body, all fight truly gone. Just what Eren loved to see, the fire in Armin's beautiful eyes snuffed out by his ferocity, completely conquered. Well, not completely just yet…
Eren looked like a kid given a lollipop after chucking a gigantic tantrum, so pleased and self satisfied looking down at the mess he'd created. Armin could hardly focus, ringing in his ears, face stinging and numb all over, vision swimming. All he could feel was his great trembling breaths, and something warm and pointy poking him where Eren sat over him. He didn't notice Eren's hand had travelled down to his stomach until he felt cool air quickly followed by a clammy hand right above his belly button. He made no sound, throat too tight for words or general noises now, so he clearly heard Eren's own excited exhale, saw his small content smile as his hands explored all over his bitch's body.
It didn't take long for Eren to yank Armin's oversized t-shirt up over his head, but instead of ripping it off him like Armin assumed, he left it there with Armin's skinny arms still stuck inside it, now forced to be raised up above his head because of the awkward restrictive material, a homemade trap. Eren stared intently down at the vast expanse of pale skin teasing him. Armin had another slight dusting of freckles across his chest and shoulders that Eren bent down to lick, getting a squirm from his pet in return. Eren's monstrous teasing tongue trailed down slowly until Armin felt hot breath over his left nipple. His squirming intensified until he practically bucked up against the hard thing in Eren's pants. Realising his mistake, Armin fell still, not wanting to lead him on. Not that Eren ever cared what he wanted in the first place.
Maybe it was a punishment or just general frustration, but that's the moment Eren's lips latched onto Armin's nipple fiercely. Finally Armin gave him a raspy moan in response, though he didn't resume his squirming. There were no begging words expressing his disgust, no 'please stop!', just faint moans of arousal, unable to move his hands to cover his sounds up. Eren's tongue was almost gentle, even revering, until a particularly hard snap of teeth scraped over Armin's poor baby pink nipple and he yelled out, bucking up against the pain right into the waiting cock above him. Eren moaned out with Armin's nipple between his teeth and ground down into the hard crotch below him, desperate for some friction, anything at all to relieve the pressure.
Eren would have gladly sat there for hours torturing Armin's nipples, but his brain downstairs really couldn't wait any longer, wetting his jocks more and more with every sweet moan from Armin's lovely lips. Reaching down, he took hold of himself through his shorts, trying to simultaneously settle it down and also give more friction. It didn't do much except frustrate him more, too much material in the way. Armin watched with wide eyes as Eren slipped a hand inside his own shorts, making himself groan and after a few obvious tugs, pulled himself out for Armin to see.
As if Armin's face wasn't already flushed enough, he felt himself burn up from the face down, probably looking like a bruised, uncomfortable tomato now. He couldn't stop the whimper that fled past his lips upon seeing Eren's now not-so-hidden treasure, how goddamn long it was, big tip positively gleaming with precum, enough for a big drop to drip down onto Armin's pale belly, making him whimper even more. His mouth filled up with saliva, and he had to hastily swallow or choke again.
Eren grinned at Armin's reaction, loving every second those wide eyes watched him, and saw how excited he was to treat Armin like the doll he was. He half expected him to start fighting again, but Armin just laid there trembling, waiting for the further assault, the blush spreading all the way down his neck betraying just how turned on Eren made him.
"You see what you've done to me, bitch? How you've driven me crazy." Eren purred, bending down and rubbing his bare cock on Armin's heaving belly, spreading his precum all over, marking him. "And it's not just today. Every day I have to see you prancing around the apartment in clothes that do nothing to hide your body and pretend I don't want to push you up against the wall and fuck you until you're brain dead." Armin shivered at his words, at the big wet stain Eren was spreading all over his midriff. It was so gross, but goddamn his cock was making its own puddle of drool in his shorts. "But you knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you? Trying to piss me off a little more everyday until I broke. Well look, this is me, broken over you. I bet you're so happy now, huh, you little disgusting slut."
Armin didn't answer, just bit his bottom lip until blood spilled over again, but his eyes betrayed his real emotions. Eren saw the truth–Armin was so turned on, trembling with anticipation, hanging onto Eren's every word, just like the slut Eren knew he was.
Suddenly impatient, Eren reached up and tore the t-shirt trapping Armin off him, flinging it aside. He needily grasped one of Armin's thin arms and led his smooth hand over to his massive attention seeking member. The smaller man gasped as his skin touched something so slick and warm, pulsing in his hand. He shuddered–his whole hand was only about halfway down the thing's length, almost twice the size of his own part. No wonder Eren had such a ginormous ego if he was carting this thing around everyday.
Eren actually growled at the touch, teeth clamping onto his lip in ecstasy. "Fuuuuck," he drawled, "Yeah, slut, just like that." Eren's hand was still wrapped around Armin's forearm, moving it up and down steadily, basically just using Armin's smooth hand to wank himself off, really just another sex doll. His grip loose, arm limp, Armin just let the stronger man do whatever he so wanted, realising there was no way out of this intact except to just take it.
Eren's fingers wrapped tighter around Armin, painfully so, until Armin took the cue and tightened up his grip on Eren's cock, causing his attacker's breath to catch. In the back of the blond's mind, he acknowledged the sense of power he felt in that moment, how despite Eren professing him as pathetic, his own hands could make Eren literally weak in the knees. The slightly empowering thought brought a tiny tug to Armin's lips that he assumed would go unnoticed. Unfortunately, despite his pleasurable distraction, Eren's eyes were sharp, especially whenever on Armin, the predator always carefully watching the prey.
The brunet grunted, tightening his hold on the skinny forearm until Armin winced and pulled his hand back in defence, his tiny smug smirk replaced with confusion and pain, which only caused him more pain when Eren dug nails into his flesh. "What the fuck's so funny, huh? Is this the time to be laughing when you're jerking off my big dick?"
Armin went very still at Eren's anger, terrified. He hadn't even done anything, had actually been good and followed the man's demeaning rules and yet he was about to get hit again. Over a tiny little smile, a single thought of positivity he found amongst all the horror and bullshit. Eren dug his nails in even deeper, surely drawing blood at this point, and Armin finally replied. "I wasn't laughing or anything, Eren!" He tried with all his might to keep the irritation out of his tone, but at the flames growing bigger in Eren's teal eyes, he knew it had come out sassily.
Eren chewed on his lip, clearly pissed, and quickly raised a hand to Armin's face. The already so abused man couldn't stop himself from flinching away when he saw it coming, though instead of a vicious strike and subsequent stinging, Eren just put a thumb on Armin's bruised and bloodied bottom lip, oh so gently stroking it.
"I know the perfect way to wipe that fucking smirk off your face and shut you up at the same time…." He softly spoke, trailing off and leading Armin's gaze down to his very bare crotch suggestively. Armin's big glassy eyes widened even further at that, clearly imagining exactly what Eren was–his pretty red soft lips uncomfortably stretched around Eren's huge cock, choked once again. Armin swallowed audibly, shaking his head vehemently, trying to pull away from the hand still grabbing him.
"Ha! That's what I fucking thought." Eren actually took his hands off his scared pet's face and forearm, to Armin's complete surprise. "I bet if I tried to put my dick near your mouth right now you'd try to bite it off!" Armin pulled back, just taking a tiny fraction of space for himself. "Oh don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to work on that later." The overbearing long-haired asshole laughed at the glare he got from Armin. "But for now I think I'll use your other mouth," he pronounced with a wicked grin and pounced on Armin, hands swift as he tugged on his little exercise shorts.
Armin actually shrieked in terror, trying to slap away the hands intent on ripping the last of his clothes off. "No, Eren, anything but that! Please!" He begged, would have gotten on his knees and prostrated himself if they weren't already on the bed.
Eren just gave a deep chuckle, rolling his eyes in pretend exasperation. "Oh, now you'll listen to whatever else I want to do, even willing to suck my cock?" He grinned, hands on the waistband of Armin's shorts now frozen.
Armin felt like a deer trapped in headlights, helpless to stop the racing car about to destroy him, but maybe at least it could be on his terms. He quickly nodded, hoping his disgust didn't show too badly on his face when he said, "Yes, anything you want. Just not there, please." Armin even moved closer to his attacker and moved his hand to trail down the muscled man's body. He didn't know if it was even remotely sexy at all, seeing as his hand was literally trembling, but when his fingers brushed up against Eren's wet cock, he got a surprised gasp in reaction.
This time Armin jerked the monster off properly, touching it as he would with his own. One hand encircled it in a tight embrace, steadily moving, while the other touched the still so wet tip. He gently circled a finger across Eren's tiny slit, making more precum bead up that he then used to lube up his shaft more. As he watched his movements expose Eren's fat slick head from his foreskin, he wondered how it would taste when Eren inevitably used his mouth to get off.
Armin's hand had unwittingly gotten more rough from his ruminations, grip much tighter, rubbing his palm forcefully over Eren's cock head. Eren just sat back and watched the smaller man's hands getting him off, hands clenched into fists, teeth grit. Not from pain but frustration–there was nothing more in his fucked up head than the desire to shove his dick inside Armin's warm body, to violate his little pet all over until every inch of him smelled like his cum. At the scrape of a blunt nail against his sensitive slit, Eren's patience was gone.
He slapped Armin's hands away from him and pushed him easily back down. "I'd love to make you choke on my cock–I will make you choke on my cock." He pronounced, deep voice like a growl. His fingers dipped under Armin's waistband again, though this time there was no attention paid to panicked cries or feeble pushes, he simply yanked the thin material off and down skinny pale legs. "But first I'm gonna fill you up with so much cum you'll bulge."
Armin now laid completely bare to the practically salivating Eren Yeager. He tried to curl in on himself, to cover up his shameful cock currently an angry red, drooling and clearly needy. But Eren just held both his wrists in one hand away from his body, greedy eyes trailing up and down, lingering on that cock. With his other hand he held his own cock up against it, getting a sweet little moan from his pet in return. Armin's cock was about half the length of Eren's, maybe slightly smaller than average, but the width was incredible, big enough that Armin's petite hand surely couldn't fully wrap around it. The small guy probably had to use both hands when jerking himself off, and goddamn did that image coupled with the burning heat from Armin's fat cock up against his underside make Eren almost cum right then and there. Lest he blow his load too early, he wrapped a tight hand around the base of his cock until it mildly stung.
Armin pulled against the hands trapping his wrists, bucking up against the man on top of him. He ignored the shot of pleasure his movements caused from their cocks grinding together, too focused on his goal of protecting what little he had left of his sanity. In response Eren just casually thumped Armin's trapped wrists onto the mattress above his blond hair, and ground his hips down to meet Armin's fidgeting.
"If you don't settle down I'll be forced to break your nose, so just fucking shut up and take it." His tone was cold, deadly serious, not furious like before, instead oddly calm, more like it was a minor inconvenience that he couldn't be bothered wasting angry energy on.
Whether he let out his temper or not, Armin knew very well that he meant his words wholeheartedly. Armin settled down, his body going stock still, but his mind was a whirlwind of panic, disgust, arousal and terror, so much that tears leaked out once more. It was beyond humiliating crying while nude with a very obvious and incredibly uncomfortable hard on while his old childhood friend sat on his hips, looking like he wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of him. No part of Armin's mind wanted any of this, yet his body wasn't listening. There was a disconnect and it made Armin hate his own body more than the one causing this.
Eren trailed a finger along the wide cock twitching below his own, just the lightest brush against his underside and swollen head. Eren swiped a finger through the newly beaded liquid and brought his prize up to his lips. Armin watched Eren's tongue poke out and lick up his precum and he full body shivered once more. He told himself it was just from disgust, but the pleased smirk on Eren's face told him he knew the truth.
Eren laid his body down over Armin, acting like a cage. They maintained eye contact as Eren reached a hand out to the pillow beside Armin's head, his other hand still trapping two slim wrists. Armin couldn't look away from those emotive eyes, noticing an almost playful gleam to them. Then Eren swiftly sat up, nestling himself back between skinny trembling thighs, and Armin finally saw what he had gotten from under the pillow.
A bottle of lube.
Armin's stomach became a gymnast, twisting and flipping around. A groan broke through his clenched lips, the man shaking his head no no no. Eren just grinned at him, dropped the small bottle of lube and reached between Armin's legs that didn't dare clench shut in disobedience. He felt a probing hand touch under his balls, feeling along the skin there, until finally finding the spot.
A finger probed at Armin's asshole, slowly, softly stroking around it in circles. For one stupid second Armin thought maybe Eren was trying to be gentle, that he'd ease into it to relax Armin, even if it was just only for himself to get off with less struggle. But that tiny hope was shattered when another finger joined the other and both digits suddenly pushed inside him with no hesitation. Armin cried out from the intrusion, tears more steadily slipping down his horrified features. The only saving grace in the situation was that Eren had used a proper lube to help enter him, instead of spit that would have done literally nothing. The poor abused man was actually mildly surprised that Eren had bothered with lube, but he probably just didn't want his cock to be uncomfortably squeezed, or maybe he would use his 'kindness' against him at the end to manipulate him more… Maybe it was just a way to show Armin that he could be so much more cruel if tested, so it was best to behave instead…
He forced himself to stay completely still, to just lie there, legs spread loosely and take the foreign slicked up objects pushing in and out of his body. He didn't close his eyes, knew that would end in punishment, but he didn't want to look down either, couldn't stomach the thought of seeing his own body like this, how it might be responding. So he made eye contact with the monster raping him, but he didn't really see those brutal eyes or that red grinning mouth, just kind of looked past them like he could see through him to the white cracked ceiling above.
Eren noticed the glazed over eyes looking at him but not actually seeing him, his blond pet clearly zoning out. It made him want to scream, to spit in his face, but it was also an incredible turn on. To know that he could reduce Armin who had fought so valiantly before into a scared, tired, useless doll was amazing, was everything he had only dared dream about in the dead of night. Now it was reality and Eren could hardly believe it. Would he actually break the cute little thing once he stuck his giant cock inside? What was the point of waiting any longer when Armin would clearly let Eren do literally anything his heart desires with minimal disagreement?
Eren's two fingers got quicker and harder in their thrusts, occasionally scissoring apart because it made Armin cry louder with every spread. Zoning out to protect himself or not, he was still attached to his body and could feel every hard dig and spread and punch Eren gave him. Until suddenly the two digits inside left him with an audible pop that would curse Armin's wet dreams forever, and he was carelessly turned and pushed onto his stomach, ass up on display. "If you don't want to see me then have it your way, this position is better for me anyway." Eren huffed in the blond's red ear, already out of breath just at the thought of what he was gonna do next.
Those bratty words knocked him out of his attempted dissociation, and Armin's body knew what this position and those words meant before his mind caught up. His body shuddered out great ugly sobs that surprised himself until a hard length nudged against his newly gasping open hole and the full force of reality bared down on him. Eren didn't bother to play with his opening this time, just immediately snapped his hips forward until they hit Armin's bare asscheeks, pushing an actual scream out of the smaller man's already scratchy throat.
It was absolute heaven inside Armin. Eren's length was wrapped entirely in slicked wet heat squeezing down on him, seemingly intent to wring his cock dry instantly. He didn't bother keeping his breathy moans inside, had no shame over showing his ecstasy to the one causing it.
Armin was in absolute pain. Eren's cock was simply too large to be shoved all the way inside a tiny hole in one go, even if it had been given half-hearted preparation. Eren hadn't even moved yet, thank God, but Armin felt like he was on the precipice of death, or maybe he just wanted to be. He shook against the hips pressing flush against him, even moved his own hips back against the warm body heat so that Eren would stay where he was, so he had time to adjust.
Eren didn't give him such time. Hands wrapped around slim trembling hips, he briefly moved backwards, watching his cock slowly leaving that warm embrace, shiny sticky lube coating the long length, making the hot flushed skin underneath almost gleam. He was almost mesmerised watching his own body slide outside Armin, giddy from the power he had over his childhood friend turned pet, his property. That fact propelled the man forward, using all of his body weight to thrust back inside, slamming himself until he was completely hilted against Armin's little ass, his cock twitching from the walls pulsing around him greedily. Groaning, Eren huffed out through his teeth, "You feel so fucking good, bitch, looks like you were made to be my fleshlight." Ending his backhanded compliment with another hard full body thrust, this time no patience for slow withdrawals, as pretty as they might look.
Armin's back was arched, face resting on the soft mattress below, hands scrambling for purchase on a squishy pillow, seeking some sort of support while Eren did terrible things to his lower body. While he felt his penis bounce back and forth with every push against his hips. It should be limp now, unresponsive, hiding in on itself like Armin desperately wanted, but despite the pain and fear it stood at full attention, leaking fluid like a tap, like Eren's had before he forced himself inside Armin's body. That fact was more humiliating and frustrating than how his asshole felt spread open wide around a foreign object, how it kind of felt like when he'd do his business, but in reverse, a truly strange sensation the poor blond never thought he'd know, or at least not like this. Armin couldn't help but realise right then and there that Eren could literally do anything to him and his traitorous body would still excitedly co-operate. That truth was more terrifying than whatever Eren actually wanted from him.
Armin tried to push his body upwards so that he was properly on his hands and knees, feeling uncomfortably exposed with only his backside arched for show, knowing Eren had the best view of his asshole open wide and dripping. But with another rough thrust Eren pushed him back down with a heavy hand on his lower back. "Stay right there, cunt, I know you love the angle," Eren chuckled, other hand moving down under shaking hips to trace a slight finger down a certain fat length, getting a cute yelp from his pet in reward.
"N-no, no, no, please don't!" Armin cried, voice so wonderfully heavy from his tears and earlier throat trauma. He sounded absolutely wrecked and it made Eren increase his thrust speed and power, desperate to hear more cries. He wrapped his hand fully around the fat chode, the feeling of Armin pulsing and leaking all over his skin going directly to his cock already so stimulated. With every tug on that thick cock Armin's insides squeezed down on his own member, making the monster moan aloud. By this point Armin was more than shaking–he twisted and turned his upper body, not so subtly trying to get away but also not going anywhere, just writhing around from oversensitivity and discomfort. Tiny hands clenching down over his mouth to stifle the moaning cries that still leaked out, just as his precum did. If Eren wasn't careful the little thing would come right there, but the fun couldn't end that quickly.
After a rather brutal tug Eren let the thick hostage go, wiping the precum staining him on Armin's twitching back, spreading it all over just as he had his own fluid on the other side. He noticed that Armin still kept himself muffled, despite falling silent in relief. "Go ahead and scream as much as you want. Thanks to my soundproofing no one will hear your pleas." He bent down over the bubble butt, the action burying himself further inside, reaching unmarked territory that he knew from Armin's meowling cry he very much felt. He now basically laid his full body on top of little Armin, pushing him into the mattress until the springs groaned in warning. Eren's bare upper half was flush against Armin's sweaty pale back, the skin on skin contact lighting something ecstatic in his brain–he'd be content to lay on top of Armin while seated inside him forever, it was the best feeling in this already amazing morning so far.
Eren's breath huffed against Armin's little red ear as he stated, "No one's gonna come save you." The breathy words coupled with Eren's huge cock hitting further inside than ever before made Armin shiver, making him release a groan that sounded suspiciously like a genuinely happy moan. His cock was squashed into the mattress uncomfortably, his breathing was too strained from the heavy weight bearing on-top of him, but goddamn if his cock didn't spurt out a huge amount of precum, so close to cumming, and he didn't buck up against the cock buried inside him, even just by a tiny fraction that Eren definitely felt.
The bigger man full on growled in Armin's ear, teeth latching on temporarily as he powerfully fucked back out then in several times, desperate to give his pet his deserved reward. It didn't take long for Eren's control to slip, to start feeling that familiar tingling in his balls that signalled a fast encroaching end if he didn't slow down.
He did, freezing his movements, just letting himself feel that trembling pressure around his cock, the heartbeat thump thumping against his own, the breaths puffing out through Armin's spread fingers. The smaller man had his eyes squeezed shut, his face so damn flushed and sloppy from blood and tears. Armin looked like the embodiment of an absolute mess, Eren's mark all over his soul.
Eren licked over the delicate shell where he'd bitten before, causing more beautiful shudders against his body. When he sucked on that little ear lobe Armin let out the most delicious moan he'd heard yet, but his pet ruined the mood when he tried to move his head away in defiance. Still showing resistance, still pretending this wasn't the best day of his life just as it was for Eren.
The monster bit down hard in retaliation until the liar shouted out his pain, then raised himself up to a level where he hovered over that gorgeous freckled back and could curl a hand through short tufts of soft blond hair. He pulled Armin's head up away from the pillow and snatched one of his hands, angling it bent behind his back so that he couldn't hide behind it any longer. Eren slowly ground his hips in circles, relishing every huff and groan leaving both their lips. "H-how does it feel?" Eren puffed out, breaths as short as his patience. Armin just tried to shake his head in answer, but got a painful tug on his roots instead. Eren went on, "How does my cock feel raping you?"
Armin winced more from the disgusting word than the hand roughly tugging his head to an awkward angle. He was so sick of begging Eren to stop, to have mercy, but how else was he supposed to answer? Though he knew the truth was that it didn't matter how he answered, Eren's touch would always be punishing because that's what got him off the most. So the blond just gave up trying to appease the monster. "It's disgusting, I fucking hate it!" He yelled, something snapping inside, "I fucking hate you! And when Mikasa gets home I'm gonna show her the monster you really are and you're gonna lose everything!"
Eren growled at the threat, nails digging into sensitive scalp. "Fucking watch it, cunt."
But Armin's patience was gone. "You're gonna lose your family, your friends, your whole fucking life when I put you behind bars for what you've done, so I hope it was worth it, fucker!" He screamed, finally letting all his pent up emotions out, sick and tired of playing dead like Eren wanted. It was the first time he had called Eren the names he'd been screaming in his mind this entire time and it felt so good to throw abuse back.
The punch against the side of his head that made his vision flicker, nor his face being pushed back into the pillow, this time face down, was not so good though.
"You think you can get away with threatening me, fuck face?" Eren's raised voice was deathly cold, but Armin noticed the slight surprise underneath the anger–he hadn't expected the fight this far in. "Where's your fear gone, huh? Think I was bluffing about breaking your nose, or maybe you want me to break your arm instead?!" He yanked the arm bent on Armin's back to a worse angle, beyond uncomfortable. Armin could feel his arm straining in its socket, felt little pops as Eren pulled harder. He yelled out curses, not really aware of what he said through the pain except he knew they weren't the apologies Eren was searching for.
Eren could only hear muffled angry screams, so he raised Armin's head by his grip on blond roots once more. "What was that?" He ground out through his barred teeth, and started viciously fucking his hips again, still pulling back that scared arm.
Armin gasped out, "I said what's the worst you can do? You're already raping me, gonna hurt me no matter what I say or do! Are you gonna murder me too? Want to actually go to prison for life?!" Every word he stuttered out was followed by a brutal thrust against his hips, much like the brutal strikes that fucked up his face only minutes earlier.
Eren didn't bother to verbally answer Armin's tirade, just stopped twisting that skinny arm so close to dislocating, instead using it as leverage to pull their bodies up to a kneeling position and piston fucked his frustrated little pet. He let go of Armin's head, which flopped onto his chest like a baby that couldn't hold itself up yet, and dragged Armin's other skinny arm to wrap around his own fat cock, making him yell out prettily.
"This right here is telling the truth, even if your dirty mouth won't," he moaned into the little one's sensitive ear, his control rapidly slipping with every clench of Armin's abused walls. "Your fat chode says you fucking adore every second of this, my dirty fucking slut." His hips started getting slower but never less punishing.
Armin squeezed his eyes closed, praying in his mind, hand manipulated by Eren's to jerk himself off. The touch felt amazing, but not as amazing as the magical spot Eren repeatedly grazed against inside him. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing to Armin's insides, felt how they pulsed in time to his slow upward thrusts, driving them both crazy. Armin's slim body arched further into Eren's hold, forcing his own hips back, rough hand quickening around his penis, moans no longer held back. "Fuck! Please!" No matter how much he hated himself for it, his own control was fading fast, too fast.
Eren dropped his hold on the hand making Armin molest himself, and said with a breathy snicker, "You'll have to touch yourself if you really want to get off, but that will mean I was right." He increased his speed again, chasing the fireworks charging up in his brain.
Armin paused his movements briefly at his fucker's words, but couldn't stop himself any longer when his prostate pulsed from the perfect hard cock fucking right into it. His own hand yanked his desperate cock till the point of pain, and that was the last straw.
"A-ah! Aahhh! Eren, yes, fuck me please!!" Light burst beneath Armin's eyelids, his toes curling, as he exploded a milk white spray all over his fingers and the sheet below.
Eren followed quickly behind from the death grip squeezing his cock milk out, extremely pleased to fill Armin up just as he desired, hips stuttering, harsh groans filling the heavy air.
Once Eren's hips stilled, Armin very quickly went limp against the brunet and Eren hastily caught him. "Hey, babe, are you alright?" He asked gently, palming at Armin's sweaty sloppy face, brushing his fringe back so that he could check his eyes.
His pupils were blown wide, mouth hanging open, a little drool dripping out–completely fucking blissed out.
Eren very slowly pulled himself out of Armin's bright red abused asshole, unintentionally drawing out one last painful moan, and very carefully lowered the smaller man's beaten body onto the soft sheets, settling a hand under his sore head to help ease it onto the pillows.
Armin's eyes still hadn't focused, but his lips were twisted up into the cutest little smile, Eren's favourite, one he only got to see after such brutal scenes. His monstrous persona was worth it if he got to witness that little fucked up happy smile.
"Babe, can you hear me?" He asked softly, waving a hand in front of Armin's face to see if he followed the movement. A little burst of panic bubbled up Eren's chest, worried that he'd hit his head too hard, given him a concussion. But then Armin's blue eyes rapidly blinked a few times and when he opened them properly he clearly focused on the worried face of his boyfriend leaning over him. "Oh my god, Eren, that was fucking fantastic!" He reached up and wrapped his wobbly arms around the brunet's muscular shoulders and neck, pulling him down on top of him.
"Ah, careful!" Eren caught himself before his full weight squished the smaller man by bracing his forearms on either side of Armin's head. "I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have," he stated, but still let loose a relieved breath, panic eased.
"Don't be silly," Armin giggled, pulling the man further down until their lips met softly. "Maybe I want you to hurt me more…" he whispered cheekily against those lips, while he writhed his hips up against Eren's sensitive crotch.
Eren laughed, pulling his crotch away from the pesky brat. "Careful what you wish for, mister horny." To appease him, he gave Armin a proper kiss, though he ended it too soon with a quick lick of Armin's dried cut, making him gasp. "But you lost the bet so no round two for you," he teased softly and pulled himself out of the limp hold around his neck.
Armin groaned in annoyance. "It's your fault, you made me touch myself, weren't gonna let me get off unless I did." The blond didn't go as far as crossing his arms over his chest but his tone was for sure the verbal equivalent of that bratty action.
Eren just grinned and very briefly got off the bed to reach beside it for something. "You really believed I wasn't gonna make you cum. I bet you could have just from my cock if you actually tried, and you said you would this time," he admonished, back on the bed with a glass of water and two pain relief pills in his hand. "It's not like a real victim would willingly get themselves off, but you always break character at the end. Too much of a needy slut," Eren professed, that wicked grin Armin loved twisting his features once more.
Armin just pouted at his boyfriend's words, knowing he had no defence because they were absolutely the truth. Eren held out the pills and water, an eyebrow arched, but Armin just ignored him. Until Eren sternly commanded him to take them, patience still a bit thin from the scene. He did sit up and take them, even if it was purposefully slow, but he still thanked him.
Eren again reached off the bed, this time for some tissues and a small bowl of water. Without hesitation he set about checking Armin's body over, finding every forming bruise and bump. There were already many, and more would come out later, but only in a few places did he have broken skin. His bottom lip that had already closed over was the most obvious, but there were some deep scratch marks on the arm Eren had pulled behind his back, and on his hips and ass.
Armin just sat there pliant as Eren cleaned up the blood and nursed his wounds, wincing a little every now and then, but perfectly content with the situation. He jumped when Eren put a cold cloth bag up to his bruised face, ice inside jingling a bit. "Sorry, babe, it will help keep swelling down." Eren winced along with him but still kept it there. "I think I might have gone a little far with your face, it looks like you've got a black eye," he whispered, shame coating his tongue, about to apologise more until Armin cut him off.
"It's okay, I said you could go that far." Armin gave him a small genuine smile, "I loved it, okay? Don't feel bad, that's what I wanted you to do." His face was indeed quite bruised, especially around his lips and right eye. It wasn't to the point of swollen shut, but it got darker every minute, blood pooling underneath the skin more and more. The skin around his throat was also blotchy, like a pretty red and blue choker necklace. If anyone saw him right now he would indeed look like he got beaten up pretty badly.
They'd never gone this far in a scene before, never played such a brutal consensual non-consent role play in their three years of dating. But their scenes had been inching this way for years, ever since Armin had professed to liking seeing Eren cause pain, seeing him lose control and become an angry vicious animal that easily drew blood. Since he started to want that vicious animal unleashed on him.
Eren's stomach felt a bit sick, but the beautiful smile his small boyfriend gave him eased his tension a little bit. He pulled his black duvet over Armin's shoulders, wrapping him up in it and then gave the masochist a soft kiss, stroking a hand through soft golden locks in comfort. "I love you so much, Armin."
Armin blushed a pretty pink at his words and cheerfully said back, "I love you too, Eren." He pulled his big teddy bear of a boyfriend back on top of him, intent on initiating round two, knowing for a fact Eren would give in, even if it had to be more gentle than Armin truly wanted.