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Armin has been dying to go to the observatory for months, so it almost doesn’t come as a surprise to me when we finally arrive and see the car gate blocking the road and locked up tight. The universe has a twisted little way of sabotaging anything we ever try to do together. So much so, in fact, that the phenomenon has become a lighthearted inside joke between the two of us.
“Shit,” He mutters, unbuckling his seatbelt to go and investigate. He leaves the driver’s side door open, so I’m able to call out after him from where I remain in the passenger’s seat.
“I don’t think it will magically open if you look at it from another angle.” He shoots me a glare and I laugh to myself, shaking my head as I chew softly on the straw of my drink.
The car gate is a rickety old metal structure that, to Armin’s credit, is usually held open by the same lock and chain that now holds it shut. On either side of it, stretching around the span of the property, is a barbed-wire fence. In the waning sunlight, I trace the road up the hill with my eyes until it finally reaches the observatory; a small domed structure that rests hundreds of meters away.
We could leave the car, duck under the single bar that makes up the stupid gate, and hike up the rest of the way. We wouldn’t be able to get into the building, but I’m sure the night sky would still be beautiful from up here.
I also step out of the car, scanning for any other vehicles near the observatory that would prevent us from being able to sneak in. The summer air is warm, even in the dying light of day. A multitude of crickets are already singing, their symphony accompanied by the soft sound of the breeze in the expanse of long, yellowed grass that the road slices in two. I don’t see any other cars, and I hope that means we are alone up here.
“We could just hike up the rest of the way,” I state, gravel crunching with every step as I approach where Armin is gazing at the faraway structure in defeat. His gold hair is drifting in the breeze, mirroring the dark, baggy tee that’s slung over his shoulders. He twirls the car keys around a slender finger as he considers my suggestion.
“We could,” He thinks aloud, “I don’t see anyone else here.” He glances back at the waiting car. “I really wanted to use the telescope, though.”
“It’ll still be beautiful out here,” I counter, “and we just drove over an hour.”
Not that I particularly minded being sat next to Armin for that long, but still. Anything to convince my overly cautious friend that we shouldn’t waste the opportunity. Although I’d never admit it aloud, I hate seeing him disappointed. He’d at least have something if we stayed and made the trek.
“I mean, you’re right,” He starts, “But-” He glances around once more, unable to mask the worry in his face.
“What’s the matter?” I laugh, “Scared, Arlert?” He shoots me a glare, but doesn’t deny it. “Even if we do get caught, I’m sure all that’ll happen is they’ll ask us to leave.”
Armin still says nothing, looking at the ground and worrying his lip between his teeth as he calculates our options. I turn on my heel, shaking the image of his mouth out of my head as I make a beeline for the trunk of the car.
“Oh my god, let’s just go,” I groan, making the decision for him. I grab the blanket that Armin keeps in the back of his car for “emergency situations” and march back up to where he stands at the gate. I look at him expectantly.
“Okay, okay, fine,” He yields, “But if we get in trouble, I’m blaming it entirely on you.”
I’m already under the gate and a few steps up the road, hugging the thick blanket to my chest. “That’s fine with me,” I smile.
As it turns out, the observatory is a lot farther away than it looked. The sun has finally dipped behind the mountain, washing our surroundings in an eerie twilight. Armin huffs beside me, flicking a gnat out of the air in front of his face.
“It didn’t look this far from down there,” He laughs, unable to catch his breath.
“I know,” I breathe, pushing through the burn in my legs and chest.
I don’t know what is wrong with me this evening, but I can’t even dare the briefest glance up at his face without suddenly becoming a bashful mess inside. It’s all hot, so his hair is damp, and his cheeks are flushed the prettiest pink and-
Jesus, stop thinking like that, freak.
I make a face at the ground, because it would be strange if I slapped myself out of nowhere. Armin is my friend, and has been for years. He probably sees me as a weird sort of little sister or something and it’s stupid for me to even entertain the idea-
“There’s a truck parked around the back, see?” He breathes, startling me out of my rambling thoughts. I look up at him just as he nods in the direction of the vehicle, and sure enough, not visible from down at the gate, a faded blue truck sits in the gravel near the backside of the structure. It looks old, though, and is covered in a layer of dust that makes me think it hasn’t been used in a while.
“It doesn’t look like it’s been driven for a long time,” I huff out, shrugging my shoulders. Armin stumbles over a rock.
“Shit- Okay, you’re right.” He laughs.
Suddenly, the incline of the road plateaus, and I notice how much stronger the wind has gotten up here. I do my best not to break into a laugh when I look up at Armin, whose hair is whipping around his face. He has scrunched it into an uncharacteristically sour expression.
“What?” I grin, unable to contain my amusement.
“It’s cold,” He deadpans. “Let’s get out of this.”
I follow him around the perimeter of the large, domed observatory until we find a place that somewhat shelters us from the bite of the wind. A shiver runs down my spine. Still not warm enough. I unfold the blanket and make a grand gesture of wrapping it around myself. I sigh into the warmth of it. Armin scowls at me, seating himself with his back against the cool, white plaster of the building.
From here, we can’t see the road anymore. The realization sends a small wave of nausea to my stomach, despite my earlier confidence. Anyone could come up here without us knowing. I do not deign to divulge this information to Armin, though, or I’d surely get teased within an inch of my life for making fun of his concerns.
As I clumsily seat myself next to him, hissing through my teeth as my back slams into the side of the building much harder than I’d meant for it to, Armin trembles from the cold. I know he won’t complain about it, though, as he’s too much of a gentleman to make me share the blanket with him. I roll my eyes, knowing he’s freezing half to death.
“Here, your teeth are chattering,” I offer, unwrapping one of my arms from my torso and opening the blanket for him. He scoots in closer, quickly wrapping the spare fabric around himself. The blanket is a lot larger than I expected, as it envelops both of us quite nicely. One of his elbows is still digging into my side, though. I can’t say that I mind too terribly.
“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight,” Armin tells me for the thirtieth time, excitement creeping back into him with every bit of warmth returning to his bones. “It’s supposed to last for hours.”
“I know,” I laugh, “I can’t wait to see it.”
His sudden proximity seems to have drained me of my ability to think. In our little blanket cocoon, the fresh night air becomes imbued with the smell of him: Clean laundry accompanying the faint sandalwood scent of the same shampoo he’s used for as long as I can remember. They’re simple, but the two smells are so unabashedly Armin that I can’t associate them with anything else. Haven’t been able to for a long time.
I sneak a glance over at the tall, blonde boy. His eyes are lit up as he looks upward at the first few stars that are popping into the horizon. My stomach leadens at the sight. More than once, I’ve found myself wondering what it would feel like if he looked at me that way; with all of the excitement and adoration in the world.
I try not to dwell on it, but the leaden feeling in my stomach remains.
He won’t ever look at me like that.
I rip my gaze away from the smooth, soft planes of his face. Away from the pale shimmer of dusk adorning his golden hair.
Little by little, the stars make their appearances until we are no longer able to count the number of them. The horizon finally darkens completely, washing away the last of the pale light of day and replacing it with a swathe of deep blue, velveteen sky. The darkness chases the wind away as well. After the sun has completely gone, there is only a gentle stillness.
We do not speak; Both of us are lost in thought as our eyes drink in the little pinpricks of starlight. I let the blanket loosen around me, no longer needing to shield myself as the air grows mild and warm with the absence of the gale.
Gradually, just as the stars had done, the crickets begin their song. One, then two or three, then too many to count. A dulcet symphony to accompany the twinkling of the sky.
Minutes pass, though I am unsure of how many. It seems with every second there is another star to see, either just making its appearance or one I hadn’t noticed before. I want so badly to turn my gaze back to Armin, to admire him as he admires our surroundings. I know, without looking, that his mouth hangs slightly agape as he stares in awe at the scenery above us. That his eyes are searching, as mine are, to find the threshold; The furthest stretch of that which is depthless.
Finally, I allow myself a glance. I tear my own gaze from the night sky and direct it at my friend.
He looks exactly like I pictured. His eyes are soft, glimmering in the dim light. His mouth hangs open, just slightly, as if he has his next words delicately balanced on the tip of his tongue. He’s not looking at the sky, though, and the realization sends a shockwave through my bones.
He’s looking at me.
When I meet his eyes, he falters a moment before releasing a short, exasperated breath. He looks away, his gaze searching the ground for a moment before returning to my own.
“Nothing… Sorry-” He half-laughs before I can utter a sound. He shrugs out of the blanket and rests his elbows on his criss-crossed legs, dropping his forehead into his hands. He lets out another exasperated breath as he rubs his temples.
“What?” I ask, mouth kicking up at a corner despite my internal panic. I opt to pretend that I think nothing of it. To mask the fact that I’d do anything for him to look at me like that again.
He clasps his hands in his lap as he straightens up once more, not deigning to look me in the eye as he insists, “It’s nothing. Forget it.”
“Well,” I reply, voice tilting into a soft laugh, “Now I’m really curious.” He doesn’t reply, though, just stares at the sky with his brows knit. He looks upset, at war with himself in his own mind.
“ Armin,” I urge, barely above a whisper. “What’s the matter?”
He begrudgingly looks at me once more before sighing deeply, shaking his head as he seems to think, fuck it.
“You’re going to laugh at me,” He states plainly.
“When have I ever done such a thing?” I tease, bumping him lightly with my shoulder. Trying to diffuse the tension I can feel between us right now.
“Don’t,” He mutters, awkwardly shifting his weight. “I need to be serious right now.”
My stomach leadens once more. I can’t tell whether or not I should fear the direction this is heading. “Spit it out, then,” I mumble, and it’s my turn to look at the ground now. Anywhere but at Armin.
“I was just thinking,” He begins, choosing his words carefully, “And I’m sorry if-”
“Just say it,” I huff out, softly laughing at his hesitance out of nervousness more than amusement. I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear and hope he doesn’t see the slight trembling of my fingers.
“Look at me,” He orders softly, voice dropping to an octave I haven’t heard him use before.
Without thinking twice, I turn my head to face him, my stubborn nature fleeing my body entirely as I comply.
Before I can process it, Armin’s lips brush gently against my own, pausing to place a deft kiss to the corner of my mouth. I stop breathing entirely. It’s brief, but firm enough that I cannot question whether or not it had truly happened. I can’t hide the shock on my face as he pulls away, taking with him the sweet warmth that had so fully ensnared my senses. Though the kiss was a surprise, it’s his abrupt absence that’s like a slap to the face.
“You can punch me now, if you want-” He begins, but I don’t let him finish before my body turns and my lips crash back into his. A small sound escapes his throat before he melts into the kiss, and the air shifts as the nervous tension leaves him entirely.
He brings his fingers up to gently cup my jaw as the kiss grows bolder, more sure. I don’t think I have taken a breath once.
My fingers tangle in his hair as our mouths move on each other; softly, slowly, yet overflowing with a passion I hadn’t known I was capable of. My mind is racing, traveling at a million miles per hour. But I can’t bring myself to break the kiss in order to ask questions. Not when I’ve spent so long wanting this.
Armin breaks the kiss anyway, standing abruptly and pulling me with him. I watch breathlessly as he spreads the blanket out on the ground, patting the seat next to him once more as he settles himself down onto it.
“Lie with me,” He breathes, so I do.
We face each other now, our arms curled up as pillows against the hard earth. His nose is close enough to brush my own, but he just looks at me. The same way that had rendered me speechless earlier. He laughs through his nose; a soft, quiet sound. The corner of his mouth kicks up into a crooked smile.
I can’t tell if I’m trembling from the slight chill in the air or from the proximity of the blonde boy. Probably a little bit of both. My insides are molten as I map out the lines of his face with just my eyes. He looks like he’s doing the same to me.
“I’m kind of speechless,” I laugh quietly, still in a small state of shock.
Armin almost hesitates before curling his fingers gently under my jaw. He urges me to look into his eyes, as my gaze had been stuck on his mouth for a moment or two.
“Then let’s not talk yet,” He proposes. With the words, his expression darkens just enough for me to pick up on what it is that he means. My stomach clenches around the seriousness in his tone.
“Let’s not talk yet,” I mirror, nodding with widened eyes as my voice rasps just louder than a whisper.
The crooked smile briefly returns to his face, but I don’t get to admire it much before Armin closes the gap between our lips. He takes his time with me still, but this kiss is more fervent. He wraps his long fingers around the base of my skull to hold me tighter, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip in a pointed manner. My free hand flies into his hair as I open my mouth for him, running my fingers through the shorter underside and tangling them in the longer bit on top.
His tongue slides against my own before he catches my lower lip between his teeth. I can’t help but smile back at him as he pulls it a little, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes.
If he’s as nervous as I am, he’s definitely not showing it. My whole body is trembling now, and I know that it’s not from the cold. A part of me is shocked at how well he’s taking this interaction. He tends to be the meeker of the two of us, while I tend to be more bold. Not in this situation, though. It’s like I’ve completely forgotten how to move or breathe or think on my own. I don’t want to mess this up.
“You okay?” Armin breathes, moving his hand to trace his thumb across my cheekbone. I let my eyes flutter closed, hanging onto the comfort the gesture brings. His thumb pauses its movements. “Hey, look at me,” He softly orders.
“I’m just a little nervous,” I admit, letting loose a shaky breath.
“Oh,” He exclaims, “Then- We don’t have to-”
“I want to,” I assure him, “Believe me, I do.” I consider a moment before my next words, deciding that it would be better to just get my fears out in the open so he doesn’t get the wrong idea. “I just don’t want to fuck anything up.”
“I’ve wanted this to happen for longer than I’d care to admit,” Armin half-laughs, “My expectations for this evening are already exceeded. You have nothing to worry about.”
He punctuates his remark with another brush of his lips against my own, as soft as the glimmer of the breeze in the grass surrounding us.
“I can help you relax… Ease into it,” He mutters against my mouth, “But only if you’re comfortable.”
“I am,” I nod, sighing deeply as Armin’s kisses trail across my cheek and over my jaw.
“Good,” He murmurs, and he pushes me from my side onto my back as his teeth trap the skin of my neck.
Armin makes swift work of peeling my shirt off of me, tossing it next to my head on the blanket before pressing wet kisses to my collarbones and chest. He kneels over me like a man in prayer, strong arms bracing themselves on either side of my torso. Everywhere he touches feels like it’s ignited in flame; The heat from his mouth is in stark contrast to the coolness of the air around us.
He’s slow and methodical, as if he always has his next three kisses planned in advance. Lower and lower they trail, and I can’t help but squirm slightly underneath him. A small sound escapes my throat when his mouth finally roves over the exposed skin at the top of my breasts. I feel his lips curl into a smile against me.
He slowly teases his fingers up and into my bra, kneading me softly before he pushes his hands under my back. I lift myself enough for him to make quick work of the clasp, snapping it open with a satisfied grin. I wonder how many times he’s done that before, but the jealous thought doesn’t have time to settle before it's forced out of my mind.
Armin’s warmth leaves me as he moves to situate himself between my legs. As he kneels over me once more, he spreads them wider with gentle hands. As small as the gesture is, it makes me go fucking wild inside. I gasp when he traps one breast in each hand, and I tangle my hands in his hair as his mouth closes over one of my nipples. A groan reverberates in his chest as I attempt to pull him closer to me by his soft blond strands.
“Shit,” I breathe, just as he pulls off of me with a soft pop and mirrors his actions on my other breast. His hands are kneading me, rolling sensitive skin between his fingers like he can’t touch enough of me at once.
Because of the way he is kneeling over my torso, I quickly discover that rolling my hips upwards provides me with a small bit of the friction I’m now craving. It’s not nearly enough. Armin, though, gasps lightly on me when I rub up onto the hard length in his jeans; hips answering my own by grinding down onto me.
One of his hands traps my hip as I repeat the movement, pressing me down to the ground as he leans back on his knees. His eyes hungrily take in my bare upper half as he takes one of my legs, placing my foot onto his chest as he unties the boot that presses into him.
Something about the sight of him above me, the way his jaw sets as he focuses on my shoelaces, sends a new wave of arousal to my core. I can’t help but smile to myself as I watch him cast my first boot to the side before lifting my other foot to press into his chest and repeating the process all over again.
Once the shoes are out of the way, Armin hooks his fingers into the waistband of both my underwear and pants, yanking the two garments down my legs and off my ankles in one swift motion. I notice just how unfair it is that he remains fully clothed.
I lift myself up onto one of my elbows, reaching for the hem of his shirt. Armin stops me though, catching my gaze in his own as he shakes his head.
“Why the-” I begin.
“I want to take care of you first,” He states, voice dropping an octave. The urgency in his tone shuts me up immediately. “Been thinking about this for so, so long.”
He places his hands on my knees and begins to slowly, softly trail them down the innermost skin of my thighs. Goosebumps rise in the wake of the touch. He presses into me gently, once more urging my legs open with his palms. Once more making my heart threaten to beat out of my chest.
I almost can’t watch as he shifts backward, lowering himself to hover his mouth just over where I need him most. I begin to close my eyes as he gets closer- But he suddenly sits back up.
“Wait.”
“What?” I gasp, head spinning. Drunk from the anticipation.
Armin lifts one of my legs, ducking under it as he crawls back next to me. I watch, bewildered, as he lies on his back to my right. He throws me one of the most devilish smirks I’ve ever seen him conjure up.
“Ride my tongue, pretty girl,” He coos.
My breath stops in my chest upon hearing his command, but a wave of excitement washes over me at the same time. I’m sure my eyes are even more wild than his as I crawl over him, straddling his face as his hands smooth up my sides to grip my breasts once more.
I can’t stop the guttural whine from tearing through my chest as his tongue splits me in two. Like a hot knife through butter, his lips and tongue glide easily over the wetness that’s already dripping out of me.
“Ah, fuck,” I sigh, smiling broadly as my head lolls backward and my eyes flutter closed. Armin devours me with a series of broad licks and kisses, pausing every once in a while to suck my clit past his lips and flick it with his tongue. Normally, I’d be horrified by the obscene, wet noises that his mouth makes on me. Even hearing them in porn makes me cringe sometimes. It feels too fucking good for me to worry about it now, though. I could get used to this.
I hiss through my teeth as Armin scrapes his nails down my torso, one hand stopping to grip tightly at my hip while the other travels even lower. He brushes his thumb over my clit rhythmically as he pushes his tongue past my entrance and into me.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, leaning forward slightly to tangle my fingers in what little blonde hair I can from this position. Armin moans into me as I pull at his roots, grinding down onto him with reckless abandon. The sweet sound of it urges me onward, repeatedly rolling my hips down onto his wanton teeth and tongue as his thumb works my clit.
Before long, I can feel the familiar precursors of release in the pit of my stomach. A warm, tingling sensation begins to spread outwards: From my dripping cunt all the way down both of my legs.
“I’m so close,” I gasp, and I feel Armin’s mouth leave my center, though his thumb remains circling me. I whine at the loss of contact.
“You’re gonna cum on my tongue, right baby?” Armin rasps out, sounding just as breathless as I do. “Fuck, that’s all I want. You can do that for me, right?”
“Mhm,” I half-whine, half-moan, unable to form a coherent reply as my hands tighten in his hair once more. I nod my head furiously. “Please.”
In an instant, Armin’s tongue is back on me, flicking and licking and sucking as his thumb rubs devastatingly precise circles onto my clit. I’m not going to last much longer at all. As if it had never left, the build-up of my release returns.
Stronger and stronger the feeling gets, like Armin is scratching an itch deep inside my bones. My breath comes out in short cries and other strangled noises as his lips and tongue bring me ever closer to the precipice, every nerve ending in my body alight with a white-hot blaze of sheer pleasure. I finally reach the tipping point, crying out as something inside me snaps and my release rips through me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse, “I’m cumming.”
I hardly notice as Armin releases my hip with his free hand, blindly searching for my own before entwining our fingers together. He lets me squeeze his hand as tight as I can, using it as a tether to ground myself to him as he continues to work me through my orgasm.
Small trembles turn to convulsions, and eventually, I’m too sensitive for him to continue. I half-lift myself, half-roll off of him in a dead weight, my body spent for the time being. My breath comes in tremendous heaves as my heart hammers in my eardrums. The fabric of the blanket is cool against my clammy back.
When I look over at Armin, he is furiously undressing, getting caught for a moment in his shirt before ripping it off his slender frame. He reaches down and fumbles with the laces of his own combat boots, swearing in exasperation when he can’t seem to get his fingers to work properly in his hastiness.
I push myself up off the ground, wanting to help him even in my fucked-out stupor.
“Here,” I rasp, kneeling over his struggling hands, “Let me try.”
I fumble with the laces as well, laughing as my efforts prove to be as futile as his.
“Why’d you tie them so fucking tight?” I tease.
“Fuck it,” Armin concedes, briefly throwing his hands up in the air. “Fuck it. They’re staying on.” He looks at me from where he sits, leaned back on his palms with his legs splayed out. “Just kiss me,” He pleads, so I do.
I straddle his lap as I kiss him, growing hot again when I taste myself on his lips and tongue. My hands cup his jaw while his grasp my hips, urging me to grind down onto him. I’m hesitant to at first, given that I’m still very sensitive, but the feeling goes away as I grow needy once more.
Armin breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on my chest as I roll my hips on him. His breath hitches in his throat every time I hit my mark.
“So fucking pretty. How do you want me?” He breathes, “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
Wordlessly, desperately, I remove myself from his lap and situate myself on all fours, bracing my forearms against the hard ground. Armin is quick to roll over, and I hear him unzip his pants as he tucks himself behind me.
“Fuck, yes ,” He breathes, spreading me apart with two of his fingers. I almost moan out loud at the thought of him staring at my dripping folds like I know he is; Giving his cock a few quick tugs before aligning himself at my entrance.
Both of us cry out when he pushes inside of me. He feels big.
He wastes no time in bottoming out, pausing for a moment before pulling back almost all the way. He has one hand on my shoulder near my neck, poised to pull me back into him, and one gripping pretty red marks into my hip.
Without warning, he slams back into me. My body jolts forward at the force of it, but Armin’s hand on my shoulder holds me in place. I let out a guttural moan as he repeats the motion again and again, slow and hard and deep.
“Fuck- Feels so good,” I praise him, wanting him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. “Feels so fucking good.”
Armin’s reply comes as a throaty grunt as he slams into me again. “Need more,” He mutters, and I hardly have time to think before his hand on my shoulder moves upwards and tangles in the roots of my hair. He tugs on it hard as his pace changes entirely, hips speeding up while keeping the same brutal force. My mouth hangs open as he pulls my head back.
“This okay?” He groans, grip tightening on my hair. It makes tears prick at my eyes. I do my best to nod my head.
“I need to hear you,” He continues, “Tell me.”
“Yes- Fuck, Don’t stop,” I cry.
“Good girl,” He breathes.
It’s all I can do to keep from screaming as he fucks himself roughly into me. I can hear all of his little grunts and cries, even some curses sprinkled into the mix. I had always imagined Armin as the more gentle type, but I am not at all disappointed. Not when being fucked by him feels like this. He hits the deepest parts of me over and over, until the tears brimming my eyes finally spill down my cheeks and I can’t control the noises that are escaping me. Until I’m sure my legs will give out at any moment and he will be forced to haul me back up off the ground.
“You think you can cum for me again, pretty girl?” I hear him ask from behind me.
“Yes, yes, yes ,” I choke out, punctuating his thrusts with my words. Pretty Girl. My stomach knots up.
Armin pulls out suddenly, grabbing my thigh and guiding me into a different position. His hand bears down on my lower back, turning me as he pushes me until I’m on my side. Spooning.
He nestles himself behind me, and I shudder at the warmth of him. At the intimacy of the new position. He hisses through his teeth as he pushes back into me, grabbing my thigh in the crook of his elbow and hauling my knee up into my chest. With my leg out of the way, he pushes in deeper, earning a drawn-out whine from my throat. Fuck.
His thrusts are softer than before, slower. The new angle has him brushing against a part of me that has my legs trembling and stomach clenching. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, devouring my skin with his lips and tongue as he moves in me.
“Say more nice things to me,” I breathe, eyes fluttering closed as his breath ghosts over the shell of my ear.
“You like when I praise you?” He purrs, voice low and serious. It makes my scalp tingle, his lips just behind my ear.
“Ah, yes. Please.”
“You’re doing so well, baby,” He begins, and his words travel straight to my core. “You’re taking my dick so fucking well.”
“ Fuck,” I whine, “Fuck.”
“You feel so good, look so pretty when I fuck you,” He continues. “Such a pretty girl.”
I blindly grab for his hand, the arm that holds my leg, and he finds my fingers with his own, entwining them once more. I press my head back into his chest as he nestles closer into the crook of my neck. His languid thrusts never falter. My blood is on fire, a tingling sensation traveling down my thighs once more. He whimpers in my ear, hand gripping mine harder and harder as his breath becomes uneven.
“You’re about to make me cum, princess,” He sighs, “But I want you to go with me.”
My reply comes out as a sob and a swift nod of my head.
“Yeah? You can do it, baby. Just give me one more,” He coos, voice faltering.
I’m climbing the mountain, almost to the summit. My stomach is tight and my skin is burning up and I would rather die than lose this friction, this perfect rhythm between us. It feels so good it almost hurts.
“So close,” I falter.
“Me too.”
He presses into me, shifts upwards and-
Then I’m gone. Shattering and being rearranged and rebuilt all at the same time. “Armin- I’m-”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” He interjects. I feel the sweet sting of his teeth on my neck, leaving what is sure to be a bruise just below my jaw. I don’t think our hands could grip each other any tighter. My second orgasm rips into me even more strongly and swiftly than the first, my vision darkening completely for a split second as I become a mess of whimpers and various exclamations.
“Ah- Where do you want me to-” Armin begins, following very closely behind me.
“Please, please cum in me,” I sob without thinking. I’ve complained about my IUD to him before, so he knows I have it. I have never been so grateful for birth control in my life.
“Ngh- Fuck,” He growls, thrusts becoming erratic, “Say my name, angel.”
“Armin,” I breathe, finally beginning to come down from my high, unable to say much else, “Fuck, Armin.”
That seems to tip him over the edge, as he stills for a split second, letting loose a moan that ends in a pretty little whine. His cock twitches as he spills into me. “Oh my god,” He gasps, right as I pull his hand to my lips and press a kiss onto his fingers.
He slowly begins to move again, riding out his orgasm as his seed spills out of me and drips down my thighs. Small, soft sounds escape him as he comes back down. None of them are intelligible. I wince when he finally pulls out of me; my body rendered hollow and weak. He lets go of my leg and hugs me closer to his chest. I lazily, clumsily turn myself so I’m facing him, tucking my head under his chin.
Everything is quiet again, just us and the stars and the breeze in the grass.
“You’re amazing,” Armin mutters, nuzzling the top of my head as he runs lazy fingers up and down my spine. “I’ve always found you amazing.”
“I’m very happy you think so,” I smile, staring up into the endless night sky. “I’ve always found you amazing, too. I was hoping one day you’d feel the same way.”
“It happened slowly for me, I think.” He replied thoughtfully, “Like, it was so gradual, I didn’t even realize until it was too late.”
“I think you looked at me a certain way one day,” I laugh, “And I was a goner.”
“Wow. You were much more efficient about it than I was.”
We both laugh, blissed out in our little oasis on top of the hill. I look up at Armin just in time to see his eyes widen, expression lighting up in pure delight.
“A meteor!” He cries, laughing deeply as he squeezes me in excitement. “It’s finally happening!”
“What timing,” I remark, grinning up to the sky. Sure enough, a few more meteors sparkle across the dark expanse. I cannot think of a more perfect moment; cannot think of a person I’d rather share it with.
The thought swells in my chest until it becomes a physical feeling, tears beginning to brim in my tired eyes. I shake them away. Not right now. Instead of letting the tears fall, I look back at Armin. He grins at me in return.
“Hey,” I whisper, kissing him as softly as I can. Relishing in the taste of him.
“Hey,” He replies. “Why don’t you stay at my place tonight? I don’t know if I want to let you go after this is over.”
“Only if I can shower,” I chuckle.
“ We can do that,” He smirks back, pressing another chaste kiss to my mouth. I smile into it, holding him tightly.
“Sounds good to me.”
Armin’s hand on my spine never ceases its soothing motions as we watch the rest of the meteor shower in a state of awe. The little, satisfied smile and pink flush of his cheeks stay as we finally redress, fold up the blanket, and walk hand-in-hand down the same road we trekked up earlier. This time, though, the entire world feels different. As if we had torn it apart and molded it back to our liking. As if it revolved now around the two of us as a whole, and it would never see us apart.