Eremin Smut

Kissing Practice

It was a warm summer's night and Armin was splayed over Eren's bed, reading one of the many interesting books on the boy's shelf. Said boy was sitting next to him, his legs crossed, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Eren had invited him over hours ago and they had watched a movie with Mikasa but mostly just stayed in Eren's room, enjoying each other's company. "Hey, Armin." Eren said, his voice strange in the silence. "Yeah?" he asked, taking a glance at his best friend. His cheeks were a bit redder than Armin remembered. "Do you—"

He hummed to clear his throat. "Do you know how to kiss?"

The question hung in the air, the blond's face blushing profusely. He saved the page in his book and sat up next to the brunet, who now met his gaze. Armin had always loved Eren's eyes.

"Wh-what?" he stuttered, not entirely sure he had heard him right. "You know — kissing. You're smart so I figured . . . y-you would know."

Eren was never one to stutter. He had never had a way with words like Armin did, but he was always careful, honest, certain. It wasn't like him to let his emotions slip into his speech so noticeably. His tone would change if he was sad or his eyes would burn with anger. But he was never nervous or unsure about what he was going to say. And that thought alone sent Armin's heart thundering even louder in his chest.

"No, I — I don't." he replied honestly, attempting to hide his blush with the wave of his hair and failing miserably. An awkward silence fell over them for a moment before Eren broke it again. "Do you — uh . . . do you think you could . . . teach me?"

Despite his heart becoming a professional gymnast, nearly flipping itself out of his chest, Armin giggled. "Eren, how could I possibly teach you something I don't know anything about?"

"I'm sure you'll find a way." the boy said almost instantly and the blond's breath hitched. He suddenly realized just how little space was between them. He supposed it had always been like this — thighs pressed together, fingers brushing as they walked — but this was different. There was a different air to this, a different something between them. And Armin found his eyes falling to his best friend's lips and wondering why he was feeling like he was drowning. He didn't say anything. He found himself leaning forwards towards Eren. Towards the possible end of a childhood friendship. Towards the end of all he'd ever known.

The first kiss was soft, chaste, and hesitant. Neither boy knew what to do, so they just sat, their lips pressed together, something new fluttering in their chests. Armin pulled back after a few seconds, his eyes half-lidded and unsure of what to do next. All he knew was that Eren's lips were soft and extremely addictive. So he found himself kissing him again and everything seemed to click. Armin's hands tangled in Eren's hair and his rested on the blond's hips. Another gentle kiss turned to another, each getting more desperate yet staying equally inexperienced. Teeth accidentally clicked and drool ran down their chins, but they had soon memorized each other's mouths and found the way they best moulded together. Eren decided to experiment a little and ran his tongue along Armin's bottom lip.

When the blond moaned, Eren pulled away. Armin stared at him, absolute mortification on his face. He expected him to sneer in disgust, get angry and yell at him, maybe just walk out of the room. Even though, deep down, he knew he wouldn't do something like that. So when Eren smirked before plunging his tongue into the blond's mouth, Armin felt some sort of mix of relief, surprise, and vindication. The brunet pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. Armin found his hands gripping Eren's shoulders, their mouths pressing together with a bit more force, making a whimper slip from his lips. Eren's hands were rough, but gentle, pressing softly on the skin of Armin's hip. The boy shivered as the brunet slipped them underneath the cotton of his t-shirt, running his warm hand over the span of Armin's stomach.

"Is this okay?" he asked between pants. Armin found himself breathing, "Absolutely," before pulling him down for another. Tongues danced and Eren's hand had hiked Armin's shirt up to his chest, running along the soft skin. The blond whimpered when Eren lowered his lips from Armin's, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck. "E-Eren," he breathed, shivering at the feeling of the boy's lips ghosting over his skin. He squirmed as his pants became tighter with every touch. But then the brunet's knee accidentally brushed against him and he let out a moan. "Pl-please . . ."

"Please what?" Eren replied, half joking, half serious. He didn't say anything, just pulled him down on top of him, kissing him deeply. Armin pressed their hips together, whimpering quietly. Eren was just as interested as he was. He slipped his hands under the boy's shirt and tugged at the hem. He broke the kiss, panting. "Off." he commanded and Eren smirked before removing the garment and throwing it blindly across the room. He kissed Armin again, lowering his mouth to the blond's neck and sucking at the sensitive skin. He thanked whatever deity he could think of that Mikasa was downstairs watching a movie at nearly full volume and that Eren's parents weren't home. His kisses got lower and lower until he arrived at the hem of Armin's shorts and he glanced up at the blond. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. Armin smiled at his concern and placed a reassuring hand on his cheek. "I'm sure."

The brunet turned to give his hand a slow kiss before undoing the button and zipper of his shorts and pulling them off. Though Armin could feel his face heating up a bit in embarrassment, he was far too distracted to care. Eren hooked his fingers around the waistband of his boxer briefs before taking them off entirely. Armin moaned as Eren wrapped his lips around him, using his tongue to lick along his length. "E-Eren," he gasped, putting his hands in the brunet's hair and tilting his head back in pleasure. The boy moaned and it sent shock waves through Armin's body, causing him to let out a loud groan. "Oh my god, do that again." he begged and he complied, making Armin begin to doubt reality. He was seeing stars and his entire body felt like it was burning, but he loved the flames. Eren went a bit faster, bobbing his head up and down, and a string of moans and broken profanities fell from his lips. He could feel himself reaching his breaking point and decided to warn Eren. "Eren, I-I'm gonna . . ."

The boy caught on and started sucking harder and the blond didn't know how to speak anymore. Suddenly, he reached his climax, his back arching as he came into Eren's mouth, his name ripping from his throat. He worked him through the aftershocks and Armin's body went slack, thoroughly relaxed and exhausted. But he still felt Eren's own problem against his thigh and he flipped them over, his hands reaching down to his pants. "Alright," he said, pulling down his underwear and taking him in his hand, loving the way he gasped. "My turn."