𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝙴𝙹𝙰♡︎

Chapter 1: A New Opportunity

A/N: The cover art is by @sonagee_ on Instagram :) 

"Tell me when it starts to hurt, okay?"

"Okay."

Eren slowly shifts his hips forward, pushing into the blonde with little amount of force. Movements are done completely and utterly delicate, making sure not to hurt Armin in any way possible.

The blonde has his head pressed face-down on the bed, lying in a comfortable position on his stomach with his ass pointed up in invitation. Eren sits behind him on his knees, dick aligned with his ass. With this stance, gets to see the pretty curve of Armin's back and the soft, blonde tufts that form at his neck. All the little details that make him unbelievably beautiful from behind.

He rocks his hips back and forth, stroking slowly into him with the methodical movements. Immediately, he feels the pleasure hit, feels it curl in his stomach and tighten up his muscles. It feels amazing, perfect even, pushing inside of him. He wishes he could move faster of course, but he knows the blonde is far too sensitive for that.

He looks down, watching as Armin grips the sheets with all his might.

"Good?" asks Eren, his voice coming out slightly higher from the euphoria.

"Mhmm... mhmm... agh- really good."

Despite the slow pace, Armin gasps and groans from each thrust, as he always does. The amount of noise he makes during sex causes Eren to believe he can't take much, when truly, any type of touch, soft or rough, will make him vocal. Maybe the anticipation each time has a jarred reaction from him.

He buries his face into the bedsheets to try and muffle the influx of sounds, yet Eren still manages to pick up on them.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? We can stop-"

"No, no," he urges on. "Just- erm, continue. Maybe harder?"

He repeats awkwardly, "...harder? Baby, no, you'll just get more hurt."

Armin wishes he could just say he likes it rough but the words simply won't come out. There's something inherently embarrassing about mentioning kinks, especially when it's around a person he's connected with so much.

"Okay."

This is one of many... encounters... this couple has had after graduating highschool, two years ago. While Armin went to a prestigious University near the coastline, Eren picked a TAFE that was closest to his home. Unsurprisingly, these radical changes made them worried about the future of their relationship, though they've still managed to stay together. Divided by two apartments, their lives together are spent on weekends and any school holidays.

The night is calm as Armin lays in his very own bed. His Instagram messages are on bright display, flooding the room with a bold, blaring light.

Eren: Already miss u baby
Eren: I cant wait to see u again

Armin: Hahaha. You'll survive xx 

The little letters he types out feel as robotic as can be. They're draining and cold from the ongoing rehearsal. Messages like these are no more real to him than lines of dialogue on playback scripts.

A wise person once said absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Armin is just glad there's a distance between them.

***

A slow, calming breath funnels its way through two equally anxious lungs as the man stares up at a pale sign.