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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Jean_Kirstein
  Additional Tags:
      30_day_smut_challenge, Modern_AU, punk!jean, pastel!armin, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, blowjob, Piercings, half_clothed, Established_Relationship,
      Hickies, Marking, Biting, No_Plot/Plotless, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-24 Words: 2397
****** Incoherent ******
by sugaestheticss
Summary
     Day seven of the 30 Day Smut Challenge: Half dressed
     Armin wants sex, Jean satisfies him.
Notes
     Wow, this is really late, so I apologize. Enjoy !
"Wanna go out tonight?" Jean asked, fiddling with the metal in his bellybutton.
He hadn't taken Armin out in a while. Whenever they went out, they usually
returned because one of them couldn't keep it in their pants. Being teenagers,
at least one of them was horny at all times, especially when they were in
public and couldn't do anything about it. Sure, when they were with friends
they'd go into the bathroom to blow each other, but Armin was tired of leaving
movies for a handjob. He'd rather just stay home for sex.
"We'll just leave anyway," he shrugged. Staying home with Jean and getting it
in his ass for as long as he wanted was so much better than any movie or
restaurant.
"So no?" Jean asked, twisting the ball in his lip. He didn't seem to be
disappointed or offended that Armin didn't want to go, so he felt a lot less
guilty.
"Not really," he sighed. "It just seems boring right now." They were leaning on
the headboard of Jean's bed, while Jean played with his piercings and Armin
read a cheap magazine, occasionally stopping to adjust his socks. His socks
were plain white and came up mid-thigh. He wore only underwear and a too loose
shirt of Jean's that hung down just past his underwear. He had been at Jean's
house since the night before, so his eyeliner was smudged an the shirt
wrinkled. Three quarters of the day was over, and they had only made out twice.
Armin watched Jean's face as he looked down at his navel piercing. His
eyelashes were putting a shadow over his eyes, and he gnawed on his lip in
concentration.
The smaller boy was getting impatient and horny. He pulled his boyfriend closer
to him by the hem of his t-shirt. He kissed him slowly and eagerly, tasting the
lingering taste of orange juice on the other boy's lips.
Everything smelled like Jean. The too-dark-to-be-his shirt he wore, the bed
sheets, and the air around them all smelled like smoke and rain. Even his own
skin smelled like the other boy. All of it was exciting Armin.
They hadn't had sex that day, or the day before, so Armin had done plenty of
waiting. He pulled away from Jean and started unbuttoning his pants. They they
were black and tattered with holes. He unzipped them and went to push them off
of his hips, when Jean stopped him.
"Baby," he laughed. "Are you eager or something? I don't mind, you just gotta
warn me." He was grinning at the other boy.
"We haven't had sex in days, Jean. Days," the blond pointed out, quickly
kissing his boyfriend. He didn't care so much that he sounded desperate and
needy, he needed to have sex right now.
He could see Jean's eyes glimmer at his words. He knew jean loved it when he
initiated things. The darker haired boy rubbed himself through his boxers. "You
sure you don't just wanna go to a movie?" He mocked, laughing.
"Just take your pants off," he smiled, his hand working it's way down between
his boyfriends skin and boxers.
"After you, baby," Jean kissed his nose, tugging on Armin's shirt.
Armin knew he just wanted to watch him undress, but he didn't mind. He removed
his hand from Jean's boxers, standing to slide his underwear off. Jean's eyes
twitched down his body, from his collar bones to the hem of his oversized
shirt. Jean pulled him closer by his ass to kiss his thighs. He bit him, making
him flinch, and worked his mouth up to his hip. The shirt was pushed up by the
darker haired boy's hand, revealing all of Armin's stomach. Lips worked over to
the spot right over his cock. Armin wanted him to move his lips down and take
him in his mouth. He bucked up, whining for Jean to touch him.
Jean laughed. "Not yet, baby."
Armin dropped to his knees and kissed the other boy's lips, sliding a hand down
his boxers. He grabbed his length, making Jean grunt in response. He worked his
fingers around the piercing, and along the ridge of the head of his cock, still
kissing him. He moved his hand against him, slow and tight. Jean was breathing
hard in moans and gasps when he pulled away from his lips.
"Ah, wait," the darker haired boy grunted. "You you wanna get fucked or not?"
He pushed Armin's hand off of him.
The blond kissed his boyfriend and pulled both his boxers and his pants off of
his hips. "What do you think?" He kissed his nose. "Get the lube."
Jean gave a short laugh and pulled his pants the rest of the way down, off of
his feet. He stumbled over the bed to get his hands in his drawer. He was
leaned over Armin, torso pressed against the smaller boy so he was eye-level
with the side of his jaw. The smaller boy watched the muscles in his
boyfriend's shoulders and neck, eyes moving to the shape of his mouth. His
fingers slid across his skin, from his lower lip to his silver earrings. He
pressed his fingers against the cold metal as Jean twisted the lid to the lube
open. He coated his fingers in the slickness and sat back up to look at Armin.
The smaller boy kissed his boyfriend, hand still on his earrings. The other boy
pushed his shirt up with his dry fingers, and slid a wet one up his inner
thigh. He could feel his heart rate go up as a finger pressed against his
entrance. Jean's tongue slid past his lips, feeling the inside of his mouth as
a finger pressed it's way inside of him. Armin broke away from the kiss, tongue
piercing clicking against his teeth. He sighed at the pressure inside of him
and leaned back to lay on the bed. Jean put a knee between Armin's and watched
his face as he worked his finger inside of him. He slid his finger out quickly,
making the other hiss at the sensation and grab the sheets.
"Better than the first time, baby?" the darker haired boy asked, smirking. He
usually asked him this, mostly to remind him how often they had sex.
"What if I said no?" the blond grinned.
Jean smirked, shoving his finger in Armin harder. "You're lucky I'm so horny."
He tilted his head, eyes moving over the smaller boy's mouth. "Otherwise I'd
have to tease you."
Another finger eased into him, making him hiss at the pressure and the lack of
being touched. "We'll have to another time," he promised.
Jean backed up on the bed, fingers still inside of his boyfriend, and dragged
the tip of his tongue along the underside of his cock. Armin whimpered and
clutched at dark hair. Jean took the head of his cock into his mouth and
chuckled, eyes looking at his face. He sucked hard, grinning as much as he
could with Armin's dick in his mouth. Jean sped his fingers up, making the
blond groan as he pushed another inside him. Jean took his mouth off of the
smaller boy's cock, leaving a line of spit, and grinning.
"Ah," Armin panted at the stretch and the loss of contact. It was getting
easier to fit three fingers inside of him than when they started, but it was
still uncomfortable. He wigged down, urging Jean to move his hand. He propped
himself up on his elbows and watched his boyfriend concentrate on not hurting
him. He clicked his tongue piercing against his teeth. Breaths were forced out
of Armin whenever he shoved his fingers into him.
"Jean, just fuck me," the blond insisted.
The darker haired boy nodded, adding more lube to the fingers inside of Armin
for good measure, pressing in one last time before pulling away to coat himself
in a generous amount of lube.
Jean pulled Armin up to straddle his hips. His knees were on either side of
him, and he watched Jean smile as he aligned himself with Armin's entrance. The
blond bit Jean's neck. "Hurry," he mumbled. He wrapped his arms around Jean's
Jack and straightened his legs out to then press his feet onto his back, thigh
high socks against his skin. His face was pressed into Jean's collar bone as
one of the darker haired boy's hands rested on the small of his back, the other
keeping himself aligned. He lowered Armin onto his dick while he pressed
upwards. The smaller boy wanted to pull away from the intrusion, yet it felt so
good. Jean really was bigger than he ever gave him credit for. He gave a high
moan and dig his fingers into his boyfriend's neck.
Jean laughed breathily. "You feel real good, baby." He bottomed out in the
blond, groaning. He started pulling out slowly, breathing heavily as he pressed
back inside. He found a slow rhythm, comfortable for the both of them.
Armin pulled his face away from Jean's shoulder to look at him. Sweat coated
his forehead, but he was grinning, eyes glazed over and lips parted with
pleasure. Armin kissed his lips. "You can go faster, you know."
Jean didn't hesitate anymore. He used to stop Armin and ask if it would hurt
too much, but by now he knew it was what Armin wanted. The almost-pain turned
into excitement and pleasure. Plus, it made Jean happy when the smaller boy was
vocal.
Jean bucked up faster, almost throwing Armin off balance, if not for Jean's
hands on his back, steadying him. "Thanks," the blond murmured, kissing the
darker haired boy, and he rocked with short, fast thrusts. His breaths were
coming out in half moans.
"You're real cute when you're getting fucked," Jean smiled, kissing his
boyfriends nose.
Armin slid his hands down from Jean's neck to his own cock and wrapped his
fingers around himself. He bit his boyfriend, moaning as Jean fucked him
harder. "I thought I was always cute?" He pulled his mouth off of his
boyfriend's shoulder to tease.
"Yeah, but you're real cute with my dick in your ass," he grunted.
As Jean sped up, Armin's surroundings faded away. There was only Jean, nothing
else. He could only hear the sound of their breathing mingled together, and
feel his boyfriend's warm skin. "You're just saying that," he panted, coherency
slipping away from him. His hand was pumping himself faster, matching Jean's
movements. The darker haired boy's breath blew across his neck, in quick,
shallow breaths. Jean raised a hand from Armin's back to brush his blond hair
from his face, then to move it down to curl his fingers around his cock,
replacing Armin's own. He whimpered at his boyfriends rough hand, more
calloused and warmer than his own.
"I'm not just saying that." He could feel Jean smile against his skin, fingers
sliding up the underside of his length. "You look really fucking good."
Armin's arms wrapped tighter around his boyfriend's neck, bringing his face
closer to the other's skin. He rocked against Jean at every thrust, and bit
down on his shoulder, salty with sweat. He could hear his boyfriend moan, hand
and hips quickening.
He took his mouth off of the other, looking at the bite mark and saliva. He
trailed wet kissed from the bite to his ear, stopping at his neck to suck dark
marks into his skin. He moaned at every thrust, kissing his way across his
jawline. Jean's hand worked at him faster, thrusting his cock into Armin deeper
than before, just missing sensitive nerves. The smaller boy focused on giving
Jean hickies across his neck and over his collarbones.
Once Jean hit the bundle of nerves, Armin threw his head back in pleasure, a
loud moan escaping his throat. He quivered with pleasure, fingers tangling in
the hair at the back of Jean's head. His whole body felt like there was
electricity running through his vein's, especially with Jean's piercing hitting
the nerves.
Jean gave a breathy laugh, scraping his teeth up the other's throat. "You like
that, baby?" he smirked.
Armin responded by giving a high-pitched moan.
Jean bit the blond's ear, hitting the single metal piercing with his teeth. "I
like it too," he chuckled. "Fuck, I might come soon."
Armin liked how the other boy would talk during sex. Honestly, he usually never
shut up, and when it came to this, he was glad. It was awkward without talking,
and since Armin was usually incoherent halfway through, he couldn't exactly
manage to start up an interesting conversation.
Jean pulled out slowly and slammed back into him, hitting the bundle of nerves
again. Armin grabbed at his shirt, exhales turning into gasps for air. The
darker haired boy's hand became too-fast and of beat with approaching orgasm.
"I'm—" Armin panted. The pressure built up inside of him was about to burst
with pleasure.
"Yeah," Jean grunted, "I know, me too." He was covered in sweat, panting. "It's
okay, you can come, baby."
Armin clutched Jean's shirt, coming over Jean's fingers and both of their
shirts. He was gasping and moaning, white pleasure moving over him in waves as
he shook.
Jean was thrusting into him quickly, over-sensation making the smaller boy
whine. He felt like he was going to explode with every movement. He wiggled
down into Jean farther, so he could get deeper. The darker haired boy's eyelids
were fluttering with pleasure, and each breath came out as a choked moan. Armin
tangled his fingers in messy dark hair, bringing his mouth close to Jean's ear.
Jean bit down on the smaller boy's shoulder as orgasm hit him. He was moaning,
thrusting into Armin a few times before stopping and releasing his mouth from
skin. He was trembling with aftershocks, half-laughed moans leaving his lips.
"Ah, fuck," he sighed. He was still trying to catch his breath. He toppled over
onto the bed, on his back, bringing Armin down on top of him. "Fuck, that was
great."
Armin brought his torso up off of Jean, pulling the oversized shirt away from
his skin. "Yeah, I got come on this shirt, though." He frowned down at the
white streak across the black shirt.
"That's fine," Jean kissed his nose. "You can wear another one of mine.
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