𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝙴𝙹𝙰♡︎

Chapter 5: Lucky Bastard

They step into the room, repeating the exact motions that went on when the front door was opened; Jean turns away, locking up the entrance while his sub -for the night- glances around, embracing each aspect of his bedroom.

It's a queen bed, naturally, with covers that lack any personality at all- two white pillows and a dark grey blanket, neatly made up. This centrepiece of the room pushes up against the back wall, with a window over it that attempts to beam the night sky behind a restrictive, blue curtain. Wardrobes and closets are on either side of the mattress, with one, final set of drawers sitting beside the door's placement on the adjacent wall.

The room isn't impressive in size or scope, though it's so empty that the composition appears bigger than it otherwise would've been.

There's a sharp click snapping into Armin's mind, pulling him away from his curious state and back to the reality of the moment. His eyes face Jean now, watching those shoulder blades twitch and strain as he steps from the door. When he turns, the eye contact they hold is unlike anything the blonde had known before.

"When we go through there, I will change"

Jean's once playfully dim eyes narrow in an amalgamation of what Armin recognises as anger, control and confidence. His expression attempts these attributes, attempting to look as firm and stoic as possible, yet his pupils tell a different story. Dilated; widened as if to illustrate an affectionate demeanour.

It's a stunning sight to say the least.

As Armin watches the man before him step close, hunting him with those deceptively primal eyes, he feels the urge to speak. A faint humming in his stomach, greedy in its search for answers. Yet he speaks nothing.

Jean stops before him, his figure directly in front of the man, every feature showing him sole attention. With all of this on him, Armin can't help a flustered gulp. It's BDSM for the first time and for him, that is nothing more than a daunting exclamation. He's given another person free reins to actually torture him... and that person has altered who they are before his very eyes. It's haunting.

The man presses his hands to his shoulders, showing the submissive even more irreplaceable intimidation, yet what he does with that intimate stance, is nothing he could've expected. Jean leans in suddenly, his lips capturing his in a unearthingly surprising movement. Those thin lips always curled into a scowl or smirk, that scruffy chin that needs shaving, now, pressed up against Armin's in a finite kiss. The thought of Eren crosses his mind for a second before he truly shuts his eyes, melting into the affection with all limitations thrown away.

Those lips move slowly yet roughly, drawing the smallest knick of teeth down every other second, a sensation the blonde finds unbelievable. This is a kiss. He didn't know it was possible to seduce a person with just affection like this. Now Armin knows what he's really in for.

The kiss ceases just as quickly as it began, as Jean pulls his mouth back suddenly. The sight Armin is shown when he opens his eyes is intricate. Two sadistic eyes, matching a sharp, cutting smile. This isn't a casually sly smirk, no, it's a grin of power. Of control. Of authority. As if he's won something.

"I just had to try that first," his voice comes out as a whisper, gentle yet fierce. Some kind of warning.

Before the submissive can react to those words, Jean has stepped away, turning to the bed now. He faces it calmly, then glances back at the blonde, who remains stationary.

"On your knees."

His chest strains; breathing becomes difficult. It's happening- it's finally happening. Armin, shocked at his own obedience, hurries to the edge of the mattress as soon as he is ordered. He sits down on the floor before it, silent and subservient. The dominant reveals a conceited grin.