Hello~ This is a small, primarily PWP continuation of my last Levi x Ezreal fic: "Grass is Never As Green As One Expects it to Be".
...Piltover...
It'd been two years since Ezreal had last seen Levi. After the short extramural mission, the two attempted to stay in contact with one another via writing letters. For a few months, it worked, but their correspondence gradually came to a halt after the first year had passed.
Ezreal hadn't lost interest in Levi, but his job had begun to consume his life. He followed through with everything he had planned to do, regarding his career. Several senior explorers had retired that year, so the young cartographer jumped on the opportunity to advance his position.
After managing to survive a three-month-long brutal expedition north of Piltover, the blonde man returned to his house. He'd thought of buying a bigger place, but it was only himself living there, so he decided it was no use.
Ezreal looked up from his computer screen at the sound of his phone. "Hello?"
"Mr. Hauksteinn, there is someone here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment, but he stressed that seeing you immediately is urgent," said the secretary on the other end of the call.
The cartographer felt his heart jump, unsure why. "Send him up, I'll see him right away," Ezreal replied, hanging up the phone, before the secretary could even tell him who was here to see him.
The blonde man shifted a pile of paperwork to a shelf behind his desk, straightening the place up. He sat back in his black leather desk chair, waiting for his guest. A minute later, the door of his office opened, and Levi walked in.
Ezreal's blue eyes snapped open from shock. "L-Levi?"
A corner of Levi's lips curved upwards in an attempt to smile. "I needed to see you, so badly," Levi said, presently with his arms around Ezreal.
"I'm sorry I didn't write you," Ezreal started.
"No. It was my fault," Levi spat out.
The blonde kissed his former exploration partner, preventing him from saying anything else. It didn't matter whose fault it was for losing touch with one another.
"Doesn't matter. So, how did you manage to get here?" Ezreal asked, allowing Levi to sit down in a comfortable chair next to his desk.
"I'm on vacation, actually… I was busy with work all winter, but still couldn't go a day without thinking of you. I had to come see you," the brunette explained. He was in an unusually good mood, but the reason was obvious: he was happy to see Ezreal.
"Really? How long do you have off?" The cartographer asked, excitedly.
"Two weeks."
"Let's go back to my house. I'm just about finished for the day," Ezreal said, as he signed off of his computer.
The blonde put on his suit jacket and a pair of gloves, and grabbed his car keys. "You look good," Levi said, noticing Ezreal's more professional appearance.
"I'm a representative of the department, so I have my own office now. I have to dress very formally," Ezreal said, blushing.
The two took the elevator down to the lobby of the huge office building. Ezreal grabbed a parking token from the clerk at the front desk, and motioned for Levi to follow him. They entered the parking garage below the building and found Ezreal's car.
"It's so strange that there're cars here. Where I come from, motor vehicles are prohibited for recreational use," Levi said, observing all of the shiny luxury cars in the garage.
"That's really odd. Here's mine," Ezreal said, pointing to a bright yellow 1969 Alfa Romeo.
"Well, isn't this a beauty. I knew you'd drive a car like this," Levi chuckled, dryly. "It suits you."
"Thanks. I used to take the train to work every day, but I got my driver's license and bought this about a year ago."
Levi watched the lights of the huge city begin turning on as they drove through town. There were crowded streets lined with sidewalks filled with pedestrians making their evening commute.
Ezreal turned on the radio as they entered a tunnel. "This tunnel runs beneath the river," the cartographer commented, as they rounded the first bend inside the underground passageway.
"This is amazing," Levi said, still looking around.
When they came out of the tunnel, the road split into 4 lanes. Ezreal sped up, passing a few large trucks that were going slow. On this side, the buildings weren't enormous. They exited the highway, driving another ten minutes until they reached the blonde man's house.
Ezreal lived in a quiet neighborhood in North Piltover. They pulled into the tiny garage on the side of the cartographer's house, and got out of the car.
"Make yourself at home, Levi," Ezreal said, as he and Levi stepped into the kitchen.
"I'm staying in the kitchen?" The brunette teased.
The taller man laughed. "No, silly. You know what I meant!"
It was a really small house, with one bedroom, a bathroom, a tiny living room, and a kitchen. Levi sat down on the sofa in the living room, waving for Ezreal to sit down with him.
When the blonde sat down, he was immediately pushed down with a forceful series of kisses. Levi climbed on top of the man, hungrily. "I missed this so much," Levi said.
"Me too," Ezreal giggled.
The smaller man unbuttoned the cartographer's white dress shirt, draping his tie on the arm of the sofa. He ran his hand down Ezreal's smooth chest, feeling his soft, slightly built muscles. The blonde shuddered when Levi pinched one of his nipples.
As the brunette proceeded, he buried his face in the crook of Ezreal's neck and nipped at his tender skin. "Not so hard, Levi," the man whined. He didn't want to admit it, but he had enjoyed the way Levi touched him since the very beginning.
Levi left several marks where he'd spent time sucking and biting the blonde's neck. He tore off the man's shirt completely, pulling the tucked in ends out of his pants.
Ezreal enjoyed being touched, but he wanted a piece of Levi, himself. His thoughts were interrupted when the smaller man stuck his hand into his pants. Levi felt the man's already hardening shaft, and wrapped his hand around it tightly.
The blonde gasped. "Hey, can we at least go to my bedroom if we're going to do this?"
"No", was all Levi had to say.
Ezreal knew it wasn't worth arguing with him, so he gave up worrying about where they were. "Levi, please… don't do that… I won't last more than a minute at most, seriously," the blonde man pleaded, loving the sensation of Levi's stiff motions in his underwear just a little bit too much.
Levi stopped, but replaced his hand with his crotch. He captured the cartographer's lips roughly and forced his hips downwards, so he could feel his own hardness grinding against Ezreal's. As he did that, the brunette licked a long path from the man's neck to his mouth, and pushed his tongue right in. All Ezreal did was groan, while thrusting his hips upwards against Levi's.
The blonde eventually forced Levi into a more horizontal position on the couch, so he could get some of what he was after. He took off Levi's jacket and shirt and threw them on the floor. The brunette was too caught up in the act to even care where his clothes were being placed; although, normally he would never allow for his clothes to touch the floor.
Finally, Levi's defined chest and stomach were exposed. Ezreal planted a few more kisses over the brunette's mouth until he felt his pants being tugged down. Levi tossed the man's pants off the couch, then pulling his own pants down enough to free his penis.
"Aw, fuck…Ezreal. I don't even have anything to use…"
Ezreal turned around noticing Levi's hardened, twitching dick. The look on his face was desperate. "Just be careful, I don't think it'll be that bad, but it has been awhile…"
Levi coated his fingers in his own saliva and started feeling out Ezreal's tightness. "I see that," he grumbled.
Ezreal dealt with the discomfort, knowing it wouldn't last long. Soon, Levi worked his fingers in far enough to touch the brush against the most sensitive spot in him. Once he did that, he knew Ezreal was ready.
"Levi, please…" In seconds, Levi pushed Ezreal flush against the cushions, ramming his penis into him in one motion.
It took some slight shifting and adjusting, but doing that felt wonderful. It was so tight and warm, so Levi let him know by biting down onto the back of Ezreal's neck.
"Fuck, this hurts! Levi…" Ezreal's discomfort began to dull once Levi had worked his penis all the way into him.
Although Levi was completely sheathed, he held his hips forward; enough to land on Ezreal's prostate. The blonde man moaned audibly, seeking more of that feeling by angling his body so Levi could get deeper when he began to move.
Levi pulled out halfway, only to slam back in with brute force. He grunted, feeling tightness and heat surround his penis once more. He grabbed onto Ezreal's shoulders and started to thrust his dick in and out, gradually reaching a steady pace. Each time he hit the man's sweet spot, he'd receive louder and longer pleasure-filled noises and pants.
Once Levi had reached a fast enough pace, all he could hear was the sound of his skin slapping against Ezreal's, and the man's broken, quick breathing.
"Why does this… happen so fast, Levi?" The blonde said.
"You're young, that's why," Levi said, still rapidly driving his shaft into Ezreal's backside.
Levi pulled out when he felt Ezreal's muscles begin to clench tightly around his cock. Ezreal immediately turned around, "Why did you do that?"
"This will give you another few seconds to enjoy, that's why," Levi said, running his hands across Ezreal's back.
They turned to each other, sitting up for a few seconds. Levi bent down to lick the pre-cum off of the tip of Ezreal's penis. "Levi, that's enough. Can't you please just get back in?" Ezreal begged, so badly yearning to release.
Before he did so, Levi touched his penis, and started pumping it; teasing the blonde even more. He chuckled, hearing Ezreal's desperate whines and pleads. Finally, he positioned himself at the man's entrance again, and pushed back in.
They both sighed from the familiar sensations, waiting a second before beginning to move. Levi buried his penis as far in as he could, and then felt Ezreal's backside start to tense again. The brunette started thrusting quickly through the height of his partner's orgasm. Ezreal moaned Levi's name, as he dirtied the cushions under him with semen.
Levi was next to follow, slamming into the blonde's ass noisily while filling it with sticky, white fluid. It was the best he'd felt in a long time.
Once he was spent, Levi pulled out, allowing Ezreal to sit up. The cartographer went to kiss him, but he was immediately on his hands and knees picking up his clothes. Ezreal laughed, looking down at Levi whose stoic face was now a goofy, blissful smile.