Cosplay Husband

36. Alone Time

ARMIN: I still couldn't believe the words had left my mouth: I want to have sex with you.

I couldn't tell if it was just a feverish desire or reality, but I had even hoped for it back at the carnival.

Eren stood in the doorway holding a towel. He closed and locked the door behind him. "Here, get off the bed for a second."

He threw back the blankets and laid the towel down on the sheets, and I sat back down on the towel.

"Armin, are you sure about this?" He asked.

"Yes, please stop asking me, it only makes it more embarrassing!" I begged.

"If it's embarrassing to say it, then I don't think you're ready." He decided.

"Eren...I really want to do this. I want to try at least." I grabbed his hand.

He furrowed his brow at it for a moment, then he sighed. "If you show a single sign of hesitation, I'm going to stop."

"Fine by me," I agreed, lying down.

Eren spread himself over the top of me, kissing my forehead. "Okay...let's see...we should probably start by taking our clothes off."

"O-okay."

Eren sat back on his haunches, tugging his shirt off over his head with one hand. I reached out to touch his chest, blushing as I did so. His skin was smooth and a little deeper of a shade than mine, of course I was basically the color of a sheet of paper. His hand found its way to my waist and I was pulled closer into a deep kiss.

Eren's other hand tugged on my shirt, and I broke away to slip it over my head. Of course I got caught in it for a second, and I almost cried in embarrassment. Eren was so confident with this, meanwhile I was a mess.

"Didn't you say you've had sex before?" I asked.

"Yeah, with--the bitch." He decided to call her.

"Oh..." It felt a little painful to know I wasn't his first, but I guess I'd be his first guy.

Eren's hands slid up my sides, stopping at my chest. His thumbs brushed over my nipples slightly, and I realized how sensitive they were: a squeak bubbled up from my throat as a response.

"Are you okay?" Eren asked.

"Y-yeah, just surprised..." I admitted.

Eren smiled and brushed over my nipples again, rubbing in circles with his thumbs as I responded with more squeaking. I began to respond with my crotch then, too, and blush dispersed across my face.

Eren's hand slid down the front of my chest to the button of my pants. "Can I take these off?"

"C-can you take yours off, too?" I asked.

"Sure." Eren unbuttoned and unzipped his pants first, sliding them off his legs. He also slid off his socks, which encouraged me to do the same. I don't know, I never liked the feeling of wearing socks in bed.

Then his nimble fingers undid my pants and I kicked them off with trembling legs.

Eren stamped kisses from my jaw down a trail to below my navel. He tugged on the waistband of my boxers, and I helped him pull them off. My erection sprung free once they were off, and I slapped my hands over my face.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

"N-no, keep going..." My voice was muffled through my hands.

Eren's touch was gentle, but delicate enough to send my nerves begging for more. His body shifted until it lay next to me, and he removed my hands from my face.