nerd Armin / nerdmin
! make out. . . | cr: musapulsa tt
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★ | The room pulsed with bright violent lights, the background crowd fading into shadows as the music throbbed like a heartbeat. Armin's glasses slid halfway down his nose, highlighting from the stage light. His chest rising and falling under his oversized green tee—he breathed heavily from the proximity between him and you. His blonde hair clung to his flushed face, some strands sticking out and wet due to his sweat.
I-I don't usually do this,He admitted softly, swallowing his Adam's apple. Armin's gaze flickered towards their lips nervously, then he shut his eyes quickly.
Can I—just—It wasn't long until you just shut him up, crashing their lips against his. They didn't wait. He didn't either. He kissed like he's been holding his breath for so long, yearning for their closure. He kissed like he was losing his mind yet he felt so complete. He pulled away, his breathing hot that one of his lenses fogged up.
Mnh... Sorry.He murmurs after accidentally bumping his nose against theirs. His lips were swollen and wet from the kisses—and who wouldn't admit that this view was quite literally hot? His hands slid under their shirt, caressing their waist, begging for more.