Angel's Trumpets [RIREN]

♤Chapter 4♤

Eren dusted himself off and exited the room, leaving an unconscious Levi behind. He'd get someone to remove him later. Right now, he was tired as hell and needed some rest.

By the time he was in his quarters, which was larger than most of his crew's room, he had already ordered two men to feed the prisoners and two more to take Levi to a separate cell where the raven would be staying.

Eren sighed, removing his tricorn hat and placing it on his mahogany desk. His room wasn't much, just a large desk right across from the door, a large queen-sized bed on the right side with green silky duvets, and fluffy pillows. On the left was a round wooden table with four chairs and a six-drawer pack. There was a very small window as well; showing the night sky.

He lit several candles, and removed his corset and boots. He began to strip himself down, setting his hidden weapons back in his chest which was at the foot of the bed. He was in his white lace panties and thigh highs when the door to his room opened and closed softly. Boots thudded against his wooden floor.

Without looking back, Eren slipped on a white lacey off-shoulder babydoll transparent nightwear that ended just around his mid thighs. His skin glowed under the candle lighting as he spoke,

"What is it Armin?"

Arms wrappred around his waist, a well lean, muscled body pressing against him from behind. Armin nuzzled his face into Eren's neck, humming contently. "Mmh....How was it?" He asked, closing his eyes.

Eren didn't immediately respond, choosing to tilt his head to the side so Armin could mouth and suck at the unblemished skin of his neck. He sighed, eyes half lidded as sparks of pleasure raced up his spine.

This was usual for them. The first time Armin approached him Eren had been unsure, but one look at Armin's determined expression, Eren gave in. He had let the young alpha explore with his body, and afterwards lead him on from there. It was enjoyable for them both and still was.

As seconds passed, Armin grew more more aggressive, harshly biting Eren's shoulder and running his hands up Eren's side. Eren let out a small whine and yelped when he was suddenly spun around, and easily lifted. Immediately he wrapped his legs around Armin's waist as the blonde took them to Eren's bed and pinned him down, grinding and panting.

Eren arched his back, hands clawing at Armin's shoulders and back, as he whined and whimpered loudly. "Ar-- Armin...Nh!"

He felt hands slip underneath his panties and he froze. "H-haa.. W-wait..."

Armin stopped his movements and looked up at Eren, brows furrowed in worry. He reached up and cupped Eren's cheek, thumb stroking and his gaze softening. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Eren nodded slowly, panting as he tried to catch his breath. "Just...just tired..." He mumbled. "I had a long day..."

Armin smiled. "Right, of course. I'm sorry Eren, I got a little carried away." He chuckled and pulled himself off of the omega. He readjusted his pants, which had been unbuckled. He looked down at Eren who lay there staring back at him emotionessly. "What's wrong?" He raised an eyebrow, wondering why Eren stared at him.

Eren blinked before smiling softly. "Nothing.....just....." He swallowed before speaking again, quieter this time. "You've grown a lot, huh."

The blonde blinked, perplexed before shaking his head and smiling goofily. "Yeah, and you're still short as ever." He teased and jumped back when Eren kicked his foot out. He laughed and made his way to the door. He paused and looked back at Eren. "Oh, and Eren?" His smile disappeared and his face darkened. "Becareful of Levi."