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Eren sits in the middle of the couch, sandwiched between you and Armin. The three of you blankly stare at the television, its screen illuminating the dark room. You’re just about to resign to your room for the night before Eren speaks up out of nowhere.
“Both of you grab each of my hands.” Eren holds his aforementioned hands up. Armin jolts up as if he had been sleeping, and you turn to look at him with owl-like movements. “Whoever squeezes the hardest gives me a handjob.”
“What?” Armin exclaims in disbelief, his face erupting in a bright, rosy color that was visible even in the dim light of the room.
Meanwhile, you’ve already grabbed Eren’s hand in your fist with a simple, “Ok.”
When Armin sees you taking Eren’s hand, his eyes widen in surprise before rational thinking kicks in and he realizes that Eren had just been joking. It’s pretty late at night, easy for boredom to grip the mind — and easy for Armin to fall for Eren’s antics when he’s normally not this susceptible to them or quick to believe exactly what he says. Armin decides to humor him and follows your lead, taking Eren’s other hand.
“Okay, go.”
You clench your teeth and squeeze his hand as hard as you can, emoting more right now than you have all night. For some reason, Armin tries his damndest to squeeze as hard as he can, too. Maybe he’s suddenly been afflicted with a brain disease from Eren’s unintelligent, obscene request along with your unquestioning demeanor and willingness to participate. He’s not entirely sure.
“Okay. Okay.” Eren nods with approval, sounding impressed. You let go of his hand and so does Armin. “That was pretty even. Looks like both of you are giving me a handjob.”
Armin curls his lip in disgust. “You are vile.”
He goes to stand up and remove himself from the imbecilic nature of this situation but halts when he hears shifting on the other side of Eren. He turns to see you scooting closer to Eren, draping your arm over his shoulder and reaching for the button on his pants. Armin’s alarmed stare shoots up to Eren’s face, whose eyes widen for just a moment before he relaxes. His arms are spread over the top of the couch’s backrest, and he’s gazing down at your hand at work. He’s just letting it happen.
And Armin thinks that maybe the two of you are in on it just to mess with him. It certainly isn’t out of the realm of possibility.
“Eren,” Armin says, his voice giving way to alarm and concern, and he hardly realizes how red-hot his face is getting watching this unfold. “You were joking, right?” He tries not to think of where this could be going, though it’s extremely difficult not to when it’s so obvious.
“I guess not.” Eren is so calm and nonchalant about you unbuttoning his pants that there’s no way the two of you aren’t doing this just to mess with him.
Suddenly, you stop, and you look up at Armin. “Are you going to help me?”
Your question makes him blush even harder, somehow. “Um… uh— I, uh…”
“You don’t have to, but if you won’t you’re going to have to leave the room.”
“Wait, you’re actually gonna—?” There’s no way. You and Eren are definitely, one-hundred percent messing with him.
You and Eren exchange glances. Armin is waiting for the two of you to burst out laughing, but it never happens, and he’s not sure whether he’s just imagining it or if the two of you are actually blushing.
“Or maybe you want to sit there and watch. That’s fine, too.” You pick up where you left off, pulling down the zipper and reaching into Eren’s boxers.
With his mouth slightly agape in disbelief, he does exactly that. He’s practically glued to the couch and he can’t seem to bring himself to leave the room. The worst part of all this is he realizes he doesn’t want to leave, partly because he’s curious about watching or even taking part in what he had previously thought was all just a joke, and partly because he doesn’t really want to be left out. And judging by Eren’s earlier response and initial reaction, this wasn’t originally meant to be taken seriously. But Eren and Armin have known you long enough to know that you tend to take things a step further. With this knowledge, Armin wonders if this had been premeditated on Eren’s part.
But he thinks that at this point it doesn’t really matter. You had freed Eren’s cock, your fingers curled firmly around it, and you’re stroking up and down his length that Armin can’t help but feel impressed by.
You lean forward, brushing Eren’s hair aside to reveal his neck and you press your lips to his skin. Eren tilts his head to give you better access, his brows pulled together, eyes all but closed, and his lips parted as you lick and suck on his neck. His arm wraps around your shoulders like he wants to pull you closer than you already are.
Armin thinks it’s crazy the way you’re going above and beyond Eren’s initial… ‘request.’ His gaze is still glued to Eren’s cock and he feels his own growing into an erection as he watches your fist steadily pumping up and down his length. He’d never imagined in his wildest dreams that he’d get to be this intimate with his best friends, on a random Thursday midnight no less.
Eventually, Armin works himself up to wrap his hand around Eren’s dick, curious as to how it feels, and almost immediately his face flushes a bright red, the heat cooking him from the inside out. It’s soft, and warm, and really not much different from his own. You release Eren’s skin from your mouth with a pop, looking first at Armin, then down at his and your hand. You let go so that Armin could have a feel of Eren’s whole length.
He’s slow at first, like he’s unsure, embarrassed even, until he starts to pick up his pace, tightening his grip ever so slightly. You leave Armin to do this, instead taking Eren’s face and forcing him to turn to you. It comes as a surprise to him when you smash your lips against his but he’s immediately receptive to it, parting his own lips to invite your tongue into his mouth. There’s a twitch in his cock at the thought of you mixing your spit with his, and feeling your tongue exploring every surface and corner. Armin watches, his mouth watering and the movement of his hand growing sloppy.
When you rip yourself away Eren seems to grunt in disapproval like he didn’t want to stop. However his face flushes when you take Armin’s hand that had been hard at work and slide off the couch with him, sitting on your knees on the carpeted floor.
“Oh, uh…” Armin had not entirely expected it to go this direction, his cheeks now hot to the touch at the idea of a cock in his mouth, let alone Eren’s.
You part Eren’s legs and get in between his knees. With a hungry, lustful look in your eyes, you grab the base of his cock and run your tongue up its entire length, earning a hum of approval from him. Armin watches like he’s amazed as you wrap your lips around the tip of Eren’s dick, steadily taking inch after inch into your mouth until he’s hitting the back of your throat. Eren bucks his hips, his knee twitching, and he hisses in pleasure. He places his hand over the top of your head, pushing you down just a bit farther, as far as his cock will go.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath before you choke and cough, your eyes filling with tears. He lets go of you, and you come up gasping for air. “Sorry.” You shake your head to reassure him, finding it hot more than anything.
You take Armin’s hand and give his arm a gentle tug to encourage him forward. You’re the first to press your tongue to Eren’s cock, Armin following shortly after, and Eren makes a small noise that lets you know he enjoys this. Eren takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches the two of you work your mouths around his dick, and Armin can feel his lips and tongue occasionally brush yours. When you look over at him, he’s got his eyes screwed shut, his eyebrows pulled together seemingly in concentration. You think he looks good with his lips wrapped around the side of a dick, and you don’t doubt Eren thinks the same — in fact, he thinks the both of you look good with your mouths wrapped around his cock.
Eventually, you take Armin by the shoulder and push him away from Eren’s dick. He flutters his eyes open, furrowing his eyebrows like he’s confused. His expression is replaced with shock, his eyes growing wide when you lean forward to press your lips against his. You cup your hand over the back of his neck and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, shoving your tongue into his mouth, which causes him to practically melt in your touch, a moan that he didn’t even have a chance of suppressing escaping his throat.
Reaching down, you feel just how hard he is through his pants, and you begin to rub him. This along with the feeling of your tongue in his mouth is almost too much for him, and it takes everything in him not to come right then in his pants.
Eren watches from above while you and Armin make out, slowly stroking his own cock, before he gently slaps it against both of your faces to get your attention. You break the kiss, leaving Armin dumbfounded as he catches his breath, lips pink and tender.
You open your mouth, letting your tongue hang out, and Eren presses his cock to it. You take half of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and bobbing your head up and down, before Eren takes a fistful of your hair and fucks your mouth. You tighten your lips around him and press your tongue flush against the underside of his cock, and you listen to his moans and his breathing as it grows heavier and heavier.
“I’m gonna come,” Eren groans. He pulls his cock out of your mouth and vigorously jerks himself off until he comes on your face, cursing under his breath and somehow getting some on Armin’s face.
“Ah!” the blonde exclaims in surprise. When Eren looks down to see his come all over Armin’s and your face, he feels the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck and settling over his cheeks despite his own face already pink and hot from the pleasure, although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the sight of it. Really, this all just feels like one huge fever dream to him, though he thinks that maybe he could get used to this being a regular thing.
Without warning, you wrap your hand around Eren’s fist that’s still holding the base of his cock. You squeeze tightly, then point to the tip, looking at Armin.
“Put your mouth around it.”
Armin is hesitant only for a split-second before he does as he’s told, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the tip of Eren’s cock, still sensitive from coming just mere moments ago. Armin forms a suction with his lips and swirls his tongue around the tip of his dick. This makes Eren’s entire leg jolt, his whole body twitching and squirming. He throws his head back against the couch, and he’s gasping, exhaling shakily and panting heavily.
“Ah, fuck!” Eren grabs a fistful of Armin’s soft, blonde hair, but Armin is already taking his mouth off of his dick, an alarmed look on his face.
“D-Did it hurt?” he asks, clear worry written on his face.
Eren takes a second to catch his breath. “No,” he reassures, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “It just felt so good that it was too much.”
At his words, Armin’s face erupts in a deep blush. You’ve already found a stray shirt that you’d poured water onto from a random bottle on the coffee table. You reach over to wipe Armin’s face clean, and although the cool water feels good against his hot face, it couldn’t seem to cool his face down completely from how flushed it was.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Armin mutters, more to himself than anyone else, but you give him a curious look with perhaps a hint of concern as you wipe your own face.
“Did you like it?”
Armin would be lying if he said he didn’t. He averts his gaze sheepishly as he responds. “Y-Yeah.”
A slight smile pulls at your lips, and you lean forward to surprise Armin with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Armin feels his heart skip a beat in his chest and he’s quite alarmed by it. Then, you place your hand on Armin’s shoulder, using it to hoist yourself up onto your feet.
“Hey, Eren.” Eren rolls his head to look at you. “You totally owe us, if you know what I mean.”
“Sure thing.” He’s got a giddy smile and he scrunches his face when you ruffle his hair as you pass by. Eren pushes himself up off the couch, and just before he leaves the room, he turns to look at Armin, still sitting on the ground. “You alright?”
Armin, who had been previously deep in thought, looks up at him. His mind spins at the thought of the fact that he had Eren’s cock and your tongue in his mouth just minutes ago. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Okay.”
As soon as Eren leaves the room, Armin buries his face in his hands, his thoughts flooded with images of you and Eren on your knees, licking and sucking his cock. His hope is that he doesn’t have to wait long for his turn.