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From the moment Eren laid eyes on him, he knew he wanted to keep seeing him. Not just through the mirror, gently touching him to correct a movement in an exercise, watching him across the room to monitor his routine, or smiling when he saw him arrive to the gym.
Fuck, he wanted him beneath him.
He wanted him beneath him, exhaling sharply, cheeks flushed, moaning his name, writhing with pleasure.
From the first time he saw him, an angelic face and a strong, slender body in that uniform—thank God—black and tight, which only highlighted the tonedness of his body and the beauty of his face, crowned by short blond hair, he knew he was deep down.
Beautiful. Eren was sure he had never used that adjective to describe a man, much less one he had been attracted to. But Armin—damn, even saying his name sounded sinful—was the exception to the entire list of physical qualities he liked in men, and he possessed them all at the same time. A little shorter than him, nice face, nice body, nice ass. And a voice that sounded like an impure melody every time he spoke. He wanted to hear him chanting his name, not in the dirty, noisy gym a block from his apartment, which he'd only joined because of its proximity, but rather in his bedroom. On his bed, completely naked, on his hands and knees, his head pressed against his pillow and his face buried in his ass. Eren, Eren...
"Eren."
Hearing his name amidst the raucous music and the sound of his own barbell falling to the floor as he felt a hand against his shoulder brought him back to reality.
Beautiful blue eyes met his gaze when he turned around as Armin approached, arms crossed, and boy, did his arms look defined in that position. He had a lean, strong build. He wondered if he'd have enough strength to choke him while riding him, or if he liked spitting in his partners' mouths and slapping them during sex. His arms would look so fucking good all over him.
"Remember to keep your back neutral throughout the deadlift; you don't want to hurt your lower back," Armin told him after wiping the pursing of his lips, the one he always wore when evaluating the gym attendees' workouts. "Watch."
Armin positioned himself beside him and mimicked the movement, thrusting his hips back and his torso forward as if holding an imaginary barbell. Eren, unfortunately, was only focused on how those shorts perfectly accentuated the roundness of his backside.
"Oh. Yeah, sure. Thanks, Armin."
Eren picked up the barbell he'd dropped on the floor and imitated the movement, before looking up to see his trainer's reaction. Armin smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up before continuing his lap toward the machine area.
Either way, he knew he was completely and irrevocably sure of how much he wanted to fuck his gym trainer.
Frankly, the dirty thoughts he had involving Armin, he tried to keep them to the privacy of his room, for when he had a hand inside his underwear. It wasn't that he'd resigned himself to never mustering the courage to ask him out outside of training—or even to ask his last name—but rather that he was worried any kind of encounter outside the training area would end up being highly disappointing, and then having to keep seeing each other every day. Hell no. Eren didn't want to face any kind of disappointment and subsequent awkwardness, no. Nor did he want to have to switch gyms to one farther away just because of the discomfort. Therefore, he simply preferred to keep the images his perverted imagination conjured up within the four walls of his room. There, he imagined Armin in all sorts of gestures and positions for his moments of self-pleasure. Of course, all this was until he had the good fortune of no longer having to imagine them.
“Tag me in that pic.”
Armin told him this after seeing the selfie he'd taken in the mirror on his phone, flexing one of his arms, motivated by the sight of his own biceps so defined after an eight-week streak without missing a single workout. His father would be proud that he'd found a hobby that showed he had discipline.
The trainer had just been walking towards him from behind when he took the picture, and even though he was in motion and not even posing, it had turned out incredibly well. Eren was amazed at how photogenic the blond guy was when he himself had struggled to get a good shot in his own photo, which he'd already tried to take seven times in a row.
Eren hadn't even intended to upload the image to any social media, but his fingers didn't hesitate to swipe to Instagram to post it to his stories and hand him his phone.
"Tag yourself."
Armin took the phone, quickly typed in his username, and handed it back.
Arlert. His fucking last name was Arlert.
And the worst part was that from that night on, Eren didn't have to use his imagination anymore because Armin fucking Arlert had not only followed him back that same night, but had also added him to his close friends. A close friends where, apparently, he only posted fucking thirst traps of himself. Working out, shirtless, in some pose in his normal clothes in front of a mirror where all his curves looked deliciously good.
That night, Eren jerked off to each of the three photos Armin had uploaded to his close friends. And from then on, he jerked off to at least one of the photos Armin had posted on his feed.
Oh, Eren was fucking screwed for anyone else. He wanted Armin for himself, and he wanted him as soon as he could muster the courage to ask him out.
In the end, it seemed the gods and stars were on Eren's side, and it was fate itself that had pushed them into this particular situation so he would simply take the risk and seize the opportunity.
His water bottle. He'd forgotten his fucking water bottle. His father wouldn't even notice he'd lost it; he didn't visit him often enough or go through his things to notice. But his older brother, Zeke, would. And he'd scold him for not taking care of the expensive things their father gave them to compensate for his inability to show physical affection.
Eren groaned as he got out of his car. Now he was not only late for his 8 p.m. class, but he also had to worry about his water bottle. If anyone in that gym recognized the brand, he had no doubt he'd never see it again.
He usually loved his Friday classes that ended at 10 p.m. That meant heading straight out to meet up with his friends for a beer somewhere, or going straight to a party. But today, of all days, he was dreading that his class ended at the same time the gym closed, so there was no chance of getting his water bottle back that day.
After managing to sneak into his class under the judgmental gaze of his professor, who was just turning on the projector, he secretly pulled out his phone to send Armin a direct message on Instagram. And he just prayed that he would get a quick positive response.
is this it?
*image attached*
YES!! that's the one
i found it earlier
and asked to keep it at reception
i knew that water bottle looked familiar
thank goddddd 😩
it was a gift from my dad
and my brother would have kicked my ass if I lost it
🤠 🤠 🤠
lol
thank goodness I found it then
ill pick it up tomorrow
is that okay?
you could come today too
we're open until 10
i know
but my class ends at that time 🙁
oh
well
we usually stay until half an hour after closing time
just in case you do have time to come
See Armin Arlert outside of his training schedule? Fuck yes.
Eren arrived at the gym entrance 15 minutes past 10. His professor had barely finished dismissing the class when he was already getting up to run to his car. There had been no traffic, and the parking lot in front of the gym was empty. Oh, he was lucky.
Although it seemed the gym was actually closed since everything was dark, a light in the background was evidence that there were still people inside. Armin emerged from it and headed to the main door to let Eren in after sending him a message that he had arrived.
"We keep the keys in the offices at the back; almost everything is locked up when we leave," Armin told him after coming out of a room at the end of the hall.
A tall, freckled girl with a rather unfriendly expression escorted him where Eren was waiting. As Armin bent down to open the small door hidden in the high reception desk, the girl just looked at him, studying him. Then he glanced at Armin, who was rummaging through the drawer, and finally sighed.
"Is it okay if I get going? I still have to pick up my girlfriend," she said.
"No problem, Ymir," Armin replied as he got up and handed the bottle to Eren.
Ymir. The girl heads for the entrance so quickly after saying goodbye, and now he was finally alone with Armin. Eren's heart started racing with nerves.
Oh.
He was alone with Armin.
"Well, here's your bottle." Armin pursed his lips, and Eren felt another jolt, this time inside his pants.
"Thanks, Armin. You've been a doll."
Eren regretted the words that leave his mouth as soon as he heard them. He felt his face burn, and in the dim darkness, he couldn't tell if his comment had any effect on Armin's face as it had on his own.
“I-I mean, thanks for noticing and keeping it.”
Armin tilted his head and smiled gently, as only he knew how. Damn, Eren was going to lose it.
“You're welcome.”
They both remained silent, neither moving an inch, until Armin spoke again.
“If you'd like, you can go. I just need to put these keys away.” Armin waved the bunch of keys he'd just used to lock the drawer where his water bottle was. And wasn't Eren less than a gentleman, letting Armin stay alone when it was because of him that he'd been left until this hour?
“No, not at all. Let's go together. I'm not going to leave you alone in the dark when you've stayed here for me.”
Armin raised an eyebrow.
“Then come with me to the back office too. That darkness is a little scary.”
Eren followed him through the corridor, lit only by emergency lights. Armin entered a dark room, and Eren followed.
He hadn't even fully crossed the threshold when Armin turned quickly and bumped into him. Instinctively, he took a step back, his hands landing on Armin's waist, keeping him close to him.
"Sorry," Armin murmured, looking up at Eren. In the silence, nothing could be heard but their breathing. The dim light that managed to illuminate them reflected on Armin's blond eyelashes, and his eyes kept wavering between his eyes and his lips, which he moistened with a sensual flick of his tongue.
"I-"
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" Armin interrupted. The blond hadn't taken his eyes off him, watching as Eren studied his gaze.
"You want me to kiss you?" Eren whispered back, surprised by the blond's directness.
“I thought it was obvious. I uploaded all those photos for you on Close Friends.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
All those photos were for him.
“Don’t you have anyone else on Close Friends?”
“I didn’t use it until I started following you.”
Soon he had the blond pinned against the wall beside him, crushing him with his own body, grabbing the back of his neck to kiss him deeply. In a wet kiss, probably with too much tongue, Armin grabbed his hips, pressing them against his own, rocking against him as their hard-ons became palpable through their clothes.
“Fuck everything, I’m taking you to my place.”
Eren had never been so grateful to live so close to the gym as he was at that moment, with Armin in the passenger seat, his pretty hand inside his pants as he kissed his neck. It would have been embarrassing to crash just driving around the block.
The moment the door to his apartment closed, their mouths were locked. Eren was the first to take off his shirt while Armin undid his belt. In his bedroom, Eren entered wearing only his underwear, while Armin was still fully dressed. Eren licked his lips, knowing he was finally going to fulfill his fantasy of removing Armin's delicious uniform.
Eren sat on his bed, his mouth never leaving the blond's, taking him by the hips and pulling him onto his lap, caressing his back through the fabric of his shirt until he finally took it off.
His lips quickly captured one of his perky nipples, kissing and licking around the areola until it was red from the touch of his teeth. He didn't move on to his other nipple until he was satisfied with leaving it completely swollen.
Armin moaned sharply, thrusting hard against Eren each time his lips left a new hickey on his neck or his teeth grazed his nipple too hard. And he loved it, tangling his fingers in Eren's long hair to keep his mouth pressed against his chest.
"Damn, you have no idea how much I wanted you to touch me," Armin moaned.
Eren pulled away from his chest, looking up and taking his mouth to his, drinking in the husky moans they both released each time their hips met.
"Is that why you were posting those sexy pictures?" Eren lowered his mouth to Armin's neck, licking along his throat. "Were you teasing me? Do you want me to fuck you?"
Armin purred. "Fuck, yes. I want you inside me so fucking bad."
"Shit." Eren snored and hugged Armin below his hips, lifting him and throwing him onto the bed, positioning himself right on top of the blond. "I'm going to fuck you so good. I'm going to put my cock so deep inside you that you'll never want another cock that's not mine."
"Eren, please." Armin begged beneath him, his face flushed. His angelic face, contorted with pure pleasure, now only denoted pure sin. "I want you to fuck me so hard."
"Soon, love." Eren positioned himself beside him, only to rip off his shorts and underwear in one swift motion and finally settle between his legs.
Armin's cock was simply beautiful, just like him. His dick was completely wet and impossibly hard, its head swollen and dripping, and it fit so well, so perfectly, in Eren's hand. Armin threw his head back as he felt Eren's fist tighten around his dick, alternating between stroking it and stroking the head with his thumb, causing Armin to writhe even more beneath him. "You'll have my cock so soon. You'll take it well, won't you?"
"Fuck, yes, Eren. I'll take your cock so well for you. I'll be so good."
Eren left him alone for a second to take the lubricant from his nightstand drawer along with a condom. He tossed both next to Armin's body, who was shifting on the bed to settle in the center.
He stood in front of Armin, taking off his underwear without breaking eye contact. Watching as Armin simply opened his legs to receive him again between them.
"Your cock is so big." Armin whispered to him as Eren positioned himself over him again, at level with his face to kiss him once more. "It's going to feel so good inside me."
Eren took his chin in his hand to stroke his cheek, then slipped his thumb into his mouth. Armin took it so well, sucking and licking his thumb until Eren pressed a little harder to open his mouth wider. Perfect. Eren settled himself over him and gathered saliva, only to let it drip right onto Armin's tongue, which he welcomed so warmly.
Armin took his hair again, pulling him closer to kiss him deeply, their tongues dancing together as his hands caressed his entire body.
"Prepare me for you." And who was Eren to deny his desires, sitting on his knees between Armin's legs.
He took the lubricant and poured a generous amount into his hands, warming it between his fingers to caress all over Armin's entrance. The blond beneath him moaned as he felt the first finger enter him, caressing his walls all the way.
"Fuck. More, Eren."
And Eren obeyed, entering two fingers inside him as Armin moaned each time he felt them slide in. Damn, Armin was tight, and his cock grew harder and harder as he thought about how it would feel when he was inside him, all around him.
“Your cock, please. I need your cock.” Eren had barely inserted a third finger inside him and Armin was already trembling on the sheets. One of his hands was caressing his dick, barely a delicate touch with his fingertips over his length. His cock was dripping over his belly and its head was an angry red, having been ignored to tease himself.
“I’ve barely put three fingers in you. I have to prepare you for me.” Eren retorted, accelerating the three fingers inside him and separating them to stretch him out for him as quickly as possible. He couldn’t wait to be inside his wet, tight heat.
“I want you so bad, please. I’ll be good. I’ll take you so good.” Armin cried, his arms stretching out to touch Eren and get his attention.
Seeing his red, wet rim gripping his fingers so well, stretching to receive his dick, was incredibly hot, and he couldn't help but succumb to the blond's desires.
"I'm going to put my cock in you," Eren said as he withdrew his fingers, wiping the excess lubricant in his thigh.
When he pulled away to put on the condom comfortably, he didn't expect Armin to roll over on the bed, raising his hips onto his knees and propping himself up on his elbows. He arched his back to present his ass to the dark-haired man. Eren felt he must have done something right in his past life to have that ass in front of him, ready to do whatever he wanted with it.
Armin groaned loudly when he felt the first smack of Eren's palm against one of his butt cheeks. He groaned again when he felt his palm strike him again, this time against his other cheek. And he moaned loudly and sharply when he unexpectedly felt something soft and wet slide all over his hole, the tip of his tongue desperately plunging in to savor every inch.
“Ah, fuck. Yes! Eren.” Armin cried out into the pillows as Eren found himself in paradise, eating that ass he'd been dreaming of tasting for weeks.
The sound of his tongue slapping wetly, tracing every inch of his rim, mixed with Armin's whimpers, was an ode to lust. Eren's cock hung hard between his legs, having been ignored as he focused on pleasuring the blond beneath him. And a beauty like Armin deserved nothing less. He deserved to be adored, to be given all the pleasure he asked for, and to make him come as many times as he wanted.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, please.” Armin insisted between moans.
Eren pulled his face away from Armin's ass to give him two more slaps, making sure his cheeks were red and swollen to receive him. Beneath Armin, he saw a trail of semen dangle from his dick onto the sheets. So fucking hot.
He grabbed the lubricant and poured it directly onto his cock, which already had the condom on. He stroked his entire shaft to spread it and poured the excess onto Armin's rim, who groaned in surprise as he felt his fingers enter him again.
"I'm going to fuck you now, baby." Eren announced, taking his dick and placing the head right against his entrance, pressing himself against him until he saw his ring of muscles give way and slowly take him in, allowing him to settle into his girth.
"Fuck, yes. Eren, it's so big. It's filling me so good."
Eren remained still once Armin had taken him completely. He only started moving when he felt Armin relax beneath him and beg him to move.
The first movements were slow, deliberate, so Armin could get used to taking the full size of his cock. The louder the blond groaned, the more Eren took it as a cue to go faster, until he found himself gripping his hips with one hand and pinning him to the bed with the other, thrusting his hips against his ass.
“Do you like it? Do you like how I’m fucking you?”
“Fuck. Yes, Eren. It’s so good. It’s so fucking good. You fuck me so good,” Armin cried beneath him. “There, yes.”
Eren slapped his ass hard, watching lustfully as his globes bounced against his palm, only to slap it again and again, so that the red mark of his palm wouldn't disappear from his cheek.
“Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you?” Eren growled at him, making sure to maintain the same rapid rhythm that had Armin crying and drooling against the sheets with pleasure. “You didn’t have to play the slut with those pictures. You just had to ask me to fuck you, that you needed me to put my cock inside you.”
Having Armin on all fours moaning for his cock was a dream come true, so he decided to fulfill another of his fantasies.
Armin complained when Eren stopped his movements, and cried out in surprise, but he let himself be manhandled until Eren sat him on top of him.
“I want to see you work for this cock. I want to see you riding me.”
Armin simply reached behind him to position the head of his cock against his entrance, and slid down until he was fully seated on him.
“I feel you deeper like this.” Armin moaned outloud.
Eren groaned hoarsely as Armin settled himself, resting both arms outstretched across his chest, and began bouncing rapidly on his dick, impaling himself again and again.
“Ah, Eren. It’s so good.”
Eren gripped his waist, pinning his feet to the bed and guiding his hips against him, penetrating him deeper, making them both groan each time Eren plunged inside.
“You look so good bouncing on me.”
“I wanted to ride you so fucking bad.” Armin replied, now positioning his arms behind him, bracing himself on his heels, riding him even harder.
Eren could now appreciate Armin’s entire face and body. His eyelashes were wet with tears of pleasure, the bruises were beginning to turn red, standing out against his milky chest. And his dick, still flushed a deep red from having been ignored amidst almost all the commotion. Eren saw Armin as the epitome of sin, riding him, and realized he was close.
"Fuck, Armin. I'm close. You're riding me so good."
“Shit, your cock is good, I’m close too,” Armin replied between moans.
Eren caressed the sides of his torso, and Armin increased the speed of his thrusts as much as he coukd, trying to make his cock hit that sweet spot that makes him see stars. Seeing him drowning in pleasure and with no intention of masturbating to reach his orgasm, Eren took his cock in his hand and was about to stroke him when Armin’s voice interrupted him.
“Wait, no.” Armin hadn’t stopped moving on top of him. “I can come without touching myself. I want to come like this.”
Eren thought there was nothing hotter that could have been said to him and lets go of his dick to grab his hips, holding him still on top of him and started to thrust into him forcefully, bouncing him on top of him.
“F-Fuck. Yeah.”
Armin cries out on top of him, moaning each time Eren thrusted back inside him, and he knew he was close when his moans grew sharper and he squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head forward as his whole body shudders violently and finally his cock cum in three long spurts onto Eren's abdomen. But his orgasm didn't stop him; instead, it motivated him to go faster, seeking his own pleasure, which arrived quickly as he felt Armin so tight around him, fighting the spasms of his own orgasm.
Eren grunted as he came, and he hated the condom separating him from the blond because he would have loved to spill inside him and fill him with his cum, feel it paint his entire walls and fuck it inside all over again, not letting a single drop spill.
Armin collapsed on top of him, and Eren pulled him to his side to remove the used condom and throw it to the floor. He took a dirty t-shirt from his nightstand and used it to clean Armin's ass of the excess lube and his own cock.
Armin's rim looked irritated, and Eren hoped that the next day Armin would think it was worth it because it was a good fuck.
As Eren got out of bed, Armin looked at him confused as he went out of the room, but he quickly returned with a couple of glasses of water.
"Stay the night." Eren whispered to him when Armin has finished his glass.
"Okay." Armin just whispered back.
The next morning, Eren woke up to the sound of someone sliding out of bed. He heard footsteps around the room and the sound of someone picking something up from the floor.
“Don’t even think about sneaking off. I’m so taking you on a date later today,” Eren shouts, still with his eyes closed.
Armin dropped his backpack back on the floor and lied down again next to him. Eren raised his arm to pull him closer.