𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝙴𝙹𝙰♡︎

Chapter 4: Second Choice

"Eren, listen."

The brunette on top doesn't think to pause, his hands continuing their search across clothes and skin.

Letting out sharp breaths from his nose, Armin can only lay back and wonder how in the world he got to this place. One minute, he's watching Jean confess his feelings in a bizarre car metaphor and the next, he's getting feelings poured over him while in a car. Eren drove him home like planned but seemed to realise that letting his boyfriend out of the vehicle meant their interaction would be over, and in a last ditch effort to keep them together... brought him to the backseat.

Getting pinned to a car seat with his boyfriend in a state wasn't exactly how Armin hoped to spend his evening.

Eren's nails dig into the blonde's hips, dragging him closer as those lips at his neck refuse to cease. The sounds he makes are like a predator, a dangerous beast of nature as it takes its prey down. Muffled groans and grunts escape Eren as he leaves messy kisses down, from below his boyfriend's jawline to his collarbone; anything accessible while his shirt is still on.

Armin winces from the affection. This touch doesn't feel right, not at all. It feels vengeful, as if Eren is motivated by what he saw earlier, and he is the dummy he's getting his stress out on. There's nothing more insulting than that.

"Eren," he squirms away, grimacing. The touch doesn't stop despite this. "Listen. Listen to me."

Eren stops for a moment, his mouth pausing its movements.

"Do I have to?" he sighs back, not baring a glance at vibrant, blue eyes. "Just enjoy this now."

"But-" Armin is silenced when his mouth claims his in a sloppy, unprepared kiss.

Every other kiss they've had has been far more relaxed than this. What's happening now feels recklessly spur-of-the-moment. Even angry. But, as the bottom learns now, intimacy between someone who's in an aggravated state and another, calm and controlled, is a fever dream.

He manages to pull his mouth back, yet the brunette thoughtlessly continues, sucking on his neck immediately after.

"Enough. We have to talk." In that moment, Armin realises what he's doing to his neck. Trying to brand him; to fend off an enemy. "Hey, don't leave a mark."

"Why?" he continues despite that.

"Eren, no. No!" Fueled by a new sense of ambition and energy, Armin launches his hand out, grabbing hold of the man's hair. He pulls him with all the strength he can muster, until his head has been drawn back and their eye contact is forced to meet. "I said no!"

Eren shows a flash of regret behind his greedy pupils. This doesn't last long, though.

He states firmly, "you're always fine with this."

"I have a job now. I can't just show up to my boss with hickeys!"

"You did that on your first day."

"And it was humiliating! My co-worker saw!"

Eren pauses. "You have concealer."

"Just don't leave hickeys! Okay? Can you understand that?"

The pause occurs again, but longer, tenser. Eren seems to listen for a moment, before a reluctant sigh crosses his lips.

"Mhm."

He leans immediately leans in however, trailing kisses across his collarbone now.

Armin is dumbfounded. "What are you-?"

"We're done talking, right? You're done?"

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Why are you acting like this?"