Turning the first corner onto that street was like being smacked across the face with light and with colour. Cast against the pitch darkness of the night, the garish display of bars and seedy shops is blinding. There's far too many people wearing far too little clothes stationed along the narrow walkways and Eren finds himself scratching incessantly at his arm, feeling so out of his depth that it's suffocating. His friends find it all way too amusing, their steps are unbalanced, their voices are loud and jeering and the attention they're drawing on themselves is making him squirm, feeling the distaste practically radiating off of the people around them. He can breath a fraction easier when they finally duck out of the street and push in through the door of one of the more low-key establishments, a large cursive black sign with the word Velvet above the entrance.
Eren struggles to think of a word that would describe the interior of the building. In comparison to the others that they passed – all neon signs and explicit slogan posters, he could probably go out on a limb and say it was sort of classy. The room they found themselves was mostly coloured in black and red with dark wooden accents. There was a large desk running along the length of the far wall with a hallway leading off to the right. Two leather couches framed them either side and hanging right above the desk on the wall was a framed picture of a shadowed mouth with the words 'tell me your pleasure...' written in the same perfect cursive slant as the sign outside.
He hung back behind the other four who were stumbling their way up front, all of them throwing back their heads in laughter that echoed the walls around them. Eren slinked along, his arms hugging his waist and he really wishes he didn't turn down all those drinks at the bar right now.
"Heeelllloooo." Jean hollered and was clapping both his hands against the surface of the desk, Connie was practically hanging off of his elbow nearly in tears from laughing so hard.
"H-hey." Eren reached out to tug on Marco's shirt and the man just turned to him with bleary, unfocused eyes and grinned, throwing his arm around Eren's shoulders and giving him a shake. Jean was still shouting out to no one and Armin had taking to leaning across the desk, giggling into his arms. "Hey, seriously maybe we should go- I-I don't really-" Marco was now teetering him left and right and quite successfully ignoring his pleas. "Guys, we should leave, this was stupid, c'mon-"
Eren and his words faded into the distance as the sound of heels cut through the drunken ruckus they were causing. From the hallway came a tall, thin woman wearing the sharpest frown Eren thinks he's ever seen. He swallowed thickly as she situated herself behind the desk with well practiced ease and a flick of her golden hair. Jean and Armin slid away slowly as she pinned them with a dark glare and a raise of one plucked eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, but we have a strict 'no intoxication' rule for our clients. I'm afraid you'll have to find somewhere else to sate your desires tonight." Her voice carried over that sharpness and Eren winced at her disapproving tone. He reached forward to grasp at Jean and pull him back, but the idiot was already smirking and leaning back over the surface in front of him.
"Hey, don't worry. It's Eren here that needs seeing to and we made sure to keep our boy sober." Jean pulled him so harshly forward that Eren scarcely missed colliding with the desk. He could just feel the blaze that was most certainly reddening his cheeks and he darted his eyes to the side quickly. "See he's eighteen today, right? And the poor thing- look at him-" Jean grasped his chin and pulled his focus back to them, squishing his cheeks together painfully. "Poor thing's a little virgin still, I mean- really- he's not that ugly right?"
"Jean- stop-" Eren wriggled away from him, his face scorching.
"No, see he's cute right? We figure he just needs a push- get a foot in the door eh?" Jean slid a little further across the desk, his giggles bubbling back up his throat again. "Or a y'know, a cock in the-"
"-Believe me, sir. I get the idea." The blonde cut in, her eyes closing and her eyebrows pinching together as the four in front of her burst into another fit, falling over each other because of just how damn funny everything was. Apparently. Eren managed to pull Jean up standing so he wasn't nearly on top of the woman. She turned her attention to him then and smiled. Tight-lipped, unimpressed and quite frankly, a little terrifying. "You seem to have your wits about you, I'll give you that. But, this isn't some back alley whore house, we offer top quality service for our most welcomed and esteemed guests." She turned back to the others, her focus mostly on Jean who proved to be the only one who was actually capable of speaking somewhat coherently. Somewhat. "I'm afraid a time in our care does not come cheap." She had clasped her hands together in front of her now, all business-like and professional, though her tone was on the edge of mocking.
Eren breathed a sigh of relief at her words, thinking that now they had an excuse to get out of here, but as he glanced back at Jean his heart plummeted once again as a smile widened his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Hey lady – pretty pretty lady." Eren was dying. Eren was very much on the verge of death. "Y'know we didn't just pick this place at random, yeah? Only the best for our boy." He punctuated this with a hard slap to Eren's shoulder that threw him a little off balance for a second. Armin snorted at his side and nodded far too enthusiastically. "It's his birthday! We gotta get him the best of the best- of the best- of the beeeest-" He trailed off as he opened up his wallet and spread out an almost obscene amount of cash out onto the desk. He swayed on his feet. Or perhaps that was Eren, because in that moment he really felt like he was going to collapse, his mouth popping open with a squeak. He threw his hand over the money and pulled it back towards him, even though the blonde woman never actually made a slight inkling that she was going to break for it. She just quirked her eyebrow, again.
"Jean, you can't be fucking serious. Yeah, I'm sad and pathetic and can't get laid, but this is a stupid amount of money to spend on sex." His voice went hushed and airy on the last word and yeah, he was such a virgin. "Jesus, I can't believe we're here, why are we here? This is so fucking crazy- we're leaving." He rambled and turned on his heel but Jean just rolled his eyes and had Marco grab him and turn him back.
"We all chipped in for this, Eren, it's not actually that much. Calm down." Jean huffed and Eren felt a throbbing pain in the back of his head because he was actually being berated by a complete drunkard. He's reached a whole new low. "Just wait, alright. This is the best place this side of the country, of course it's a little pricey, but worth it yeah? I swear to you." Jean tugged the notes from under Eren's grasp and slid them towards the blonde. She regarded them, unamused, for a few beats and then reached out a took them, flicking through them quickly to count the amount.
"You have enough here for an overnight. Will that be sufficient, sir?" Surprisingly, the blonde actually sounded a hell of a lot more pleasant and her smile was softer, more natural. Eren gulped, everything suddenly felt very, very real. He felt like this was his last chance to back out but his mouth just sort of flapped open a few times, words failing him as the others cheered in victory.
"Absolutely perfect." Jean slapped him on the back again and he felt Armin leaning heavily at his side.
"Very well." The woman reached underneath her desk, pulling a heavy, leather bound book out onto the surface along with a small metal box which she unlocked and used to deposit their payment. She opened the book somewhere near the middle and clicked on a pen, her focus now falling on Eren, who squirmed under her eyes. "So ... tell me your pleasure, Eren." Her voice held a soft lilt and she whispered over his name. Oh, how different she was now that they proved to be paying customers. He blinked at her, at a loss, and she smirked.
"What would you like to do tonight? Tell me your preferences, should you have them and I'll match you to one of ours. We cater to a range of kinks and fetishes, we have men and women. We don't judge here, so please, don't look so scared." She laughed then, short and thick with teasing.
"Um-well I-I-I don't really- well-" He gave up and just shrugged, feeling every single pair of eyes staring at him now.
"Boobs!" Armin chirped in and it was so sudden that it actually made him jump. "Someone with boobs."
"Yeah, big ones, gotta get a good grip, y'know." Connie was slurring almost incomprehensibly at this stage, though he was capable of raising a hand up and making grabby hands at the air in front of him. Jean wheezed a laugh and knocked his elbow against him.
"It's his first time, make sure it's someone who can treat him right." Marco wasn't even facing them as he spoke to them, his gaze up at the ceiling. The boys started arguing amongst themselves about the perfect companion for Eren, who simply let his face fall into his hands and wished above all else that this was not happening.
"Eren." He looked up eventually to the blonde who had that little smirk still pulling at her lips and she turned the book in front of her towards Eren. "I'll need you to sign here and show me some ID. Security reasons I'm afraid. I'll find someone suitable for you." Eren glance between her face and the pen she had outstretched towards him for a few beats. Then he did as he was told, holding out his ID and signing the page. He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily as she placed everything back under her desk, and stood.
"I'm afraid you can not stay here during Eren's session." She was curt with the boys as her eyes shifted back to their previous cold state. They all quietened from their bickering, seemingly remembering where they actually were and they turned to Eren, all together. They grinned stupidly at him and Jean even grabbed his face and kissed him loudly on the forehead. He pulled away when Eren's look went from embarrassed to purely venomous.
"I'll expect a changed man tomorrow alright? And I want you ready to spill on all of the filth next I see you." Jean pointed his finger towards him as he began to walk backwards, the others all slumping back over to the door along with him. They all broke into laughter when Jean collided with the couch and after an embarrassing show of drunken stability, they left. The room was flooded with eerie silence the moment the door clicked shut. So, he stood there, helplessly staring after his friends as he began to realise that he was currently in the middle of a brothel, having paid for (been gifted, really) and signed away his virginity to a stranger. He could easily laugh. He could just as easily cry. He was really a fucking idiot.
"Quite the friends you've got there." Eren jolted too dramatically as the woman's voice echoed around him. He turned and found her smiling softly, amused and leaning her hip against the end of the desk. After a few horrible seconds of Eren squirming under her scrutiny, she turned and set off down the hallway without a word, but with a simple flick of the wrist that Eren assumed meant 'follow', and so he did.
He was escorted up a narrow stairwell first and then he was ushered behind a thick and heavy red curtain. They found themselves then along another hallway, warmly lit and deep red in colour with numerous doors along either wall. The blonde slowed down considerably as she walked down the way and that's when Eren heard the tiny clicks of locks opening up. Possibly every single door opened and out slid a different woman, lining themselves up at their doorways as if on show. But they were on show, on show for him, and Eren felt that tingling itch run up his arms again in that instant. He must have looked like a deer in headlights, his fear on blatant show, because some of the girls giggled as he passed. Some of them started to follow along behind him, he could feel them close against his back and he tightened his arms as though he could just sink into the floor and hide from them and their eyes.
"Who is this, Gi?"
"He's such a cutie!"
"Come to me, let me play with him please..."
The girls grew louder, crowding closer around him, some of them reaching out to touch his arms or his head or his neck. He shivered at every single touch. They were nearing the end of the hallway when suddenly he had insistent hands on him, pushing him off balance until he needed to brace himself against the wall. The girl was the tiniest fraction shorter than him and she had him pinned. She worked one of her hands into the strands of his hair, pulling just enough that he tilted his head a little to the side. Her other hand grasped at the collar of his shirt. Eren flattened himself against the wall but she just pushed closer, the silky dressing gown she was wearing slipped a little and he could see the tops of her full breasts pressing against his chest. She smiled as she leaned in closer, her breath warm on his cheek and on instinct he began to lean in too, until she broke away with a laugh which the others joined in with. Eren looked around him, beet red and horrendously confused.
"You're very cute indeed. But, sorry, no kissing." She tapped her finger against his lips and then backed away from him. He looked to his blonde woman from downstairs, now not even close to being the scariest person in the room (a scary thought in itself) and found her scowling, her fingers drumming against her elbow. He shuffled along the wall until he was safely behind her, a partition between him and the girls. He thought very seriously about running right then.
"Alright girls, it's a slow night but that doesn't mean you don't have work to be doing. If the client is not your concern, then you leave them be." They all nodded, pretending to look sullen but most of them failed to hide their smiles. Some of them retreated back through the various doors, but not fast enough. The blonde shouted out a 'Go!' and they all rushed away giggling to themselves. Eren couldn't really breathe properly until they were all tucked away behind their doors again.
"They're a little forward with the new faces" The woman said by way of explanation, shrugging her shoulder and walking past him to stand by the last door of the hallway. She pushed down on the handle and then gestured for him to enter with an outstretched arm. "I've worked in this industry for many years, Eren, and I've got a sharp eye for reading people." Her heels sounded dull on the soft carpet as she stepped into the center of the room, her eyes trailing over every object, every surface in speculation and then finally falling back on him. Eren stood awkwardly by the door, hands twined together in front of him. "I think I know the perfect person to cater to you tonight. If you'll stay here for a few moments, I'll fetch them."
"Y-yeah, okay." Eren shrugged and then, she was gone, the door shutting behind her retreating figure. He sighed deeply and slumped heavily against the wall. For a few moments he weighed his chances of making a run for it and never having the guys find out that he chickened out. Then he thought of how much they actually put forward for him to have this night and he grunted, feeling stupidly guilty. The seconds passed in silence, no sign of the woman's return, so he pushed off the wall and ventured further into the room.
The room was incredibly spacious and modestly decorated with a central bed, far too big and covered in perfect red covers and bracketed by two bedside tables, a leather chaise in the corner and a dark wooden chest of drawers to his right. He slowly stepped towards the bed, covering the length of the carpet in no more than four steps and he sat. The covers were silky satin under his fingers and the mattress soft. His eyes were trailing curiously over the walls, all patterned in deep coloured wallpaper when he heard the tiny creak of the door and he froze, rigid.
He almost couldn't bring himself to look at his guest, his gaze locking on the furthest corner of the ceiling until he caught sight of a patch of the deepest black crossing in front of him. What he saw made his heart stutter painfully against his ribs and he dug his fingers into the fabric either side of his legs. They were facing away from him then, weight resting on one leg as they drained a glass of some unknown liquid. Their shoulders flexed under a tight black t-shirt, their legs fitted into dark blue jeans and they wore no shoes, feet bare. Eren's eyes found the immaculately kept hair, the colour of a raven, when they turned and cloudy grey found forest green. The most striking thing, the thing that made something bubble uncomfortably in Eren's throat was the fact that the person he was staring at was very much, undoubtedly, male.
"You're a guy." Eren's voice sounded foreign and hoarse to his own ears. The stranger narrowed his eyes, puckering his lips just slightly and leaned down to clack his emptied glass down on top of the dresser.
"Well last I checked, yeah, I'm a guy." His voice was too deep and sounded unimpressed to the highest degree. They stood apart for a time before the man finally began to move closer, slow and sure, and Eren felt like prey under his focus. "Gi was right about you not being my usual type." The man was reaching out for Eren before he could even react, his fingers catching the strands of his hair atop his head and tugging just enough to bring his face up. "But you are very cute."
Heat flooded Eren's face and he shivered under the sharp tingling at his roots before coming to his senses. He slapped the man's hand away and stood. "S-sorry, but I'm not gay." The man just smirked in response. He was short, shorter than Eren, and yet the boy felt tiny in his presence. He stood far too close, their chests almost touching and the heat radiating off his skin. Eren was quite ready to make a run for it and turned out of the man's space. He was colliding with softness and staring up at the ceiling no more than a second later, his breath forced out of him in a sharp huff.
"Not gay, hmm? Gi's got this incredible sense for people y'know, I don't think she's ever once been wrong about what to offer our clients." The man had Eren's arms pinned above his head and he was leaning down over him, legs straddling the brunette's thighs. "She said you looked terrified with the girls earlier and figured you'd be more comfortable with a man. She told me you were a virgin too, so how can you sound so damn sure of yourself when you've never even tried anything?" Eren could feel every word ghosting over his lips in puffs of warm air, every inch of him pressed tight against this stranger who was unbearably warm and solid against him. It was the closest he'd ever been to another person and it made his throat tighten as he swallowed thickly. Eren could tell so easily that the man was amused at the lost look he was seeing, his thin lips quirked up into a smile, perfect white teeth peaking out between pink and then those lips were on him, sealed over his own, searing and moist.
They parted again seconds later and the man bit down on his lower lip, failing to hide his constant smirk. Eren found himself transfixed on that mouth. "I thought we couldn't kiss?" He blurted out and the man looked confused at first, before he nodded just slightly.
"There's house rules that we all stick to in here, but some people like to have their own guidelines for their clients to follow. It makes things safer and more comfortable for us." He maneuvered his hold so that he gripped Eren's arms in one hand instead of two and he reached down with his free hand to press a thumb against the boy's parted lips. "Some don't like to kiss because they feel it's too personal." The man licked at the plump of his upper lip and smiled darkly. "But, I love having something in my mouth, tasting somebody on my tongue, now that turns me on." Eren released a shaky sigh, his chest heaving and he could feel his skin prickling with sweat. This situation was firmly out of his control and with a delightful thrill, he realised that he really didn't mind.
"I'm Eren." Finally, he breathed. The man regarded him with widened eyes before his head fell into the crook of the boy's neck and he laughed.
"You're peculiar, Eren." He raised up again, his hands joining back together over Eren's, bracketing him in so he could see nothing else. "I'm Levi. I want to pleasure you tonight. Won't you let me?"
"Al-alright." His words were answered with a kiss, hard and needy, Levi's tongue instantly prodding into Eren's mouth. Kissing was easy, kissing was something Eren was thankfully familiar with, he could do this. He widened his lips to Levi's exploring muscle, the faint taste of alcohol underlying a taste of honey-sweetness that enticed him to delve deeper into that heat. They molded to each other, desperation coming thick and fast in the air between them, a feeling of lust that was unknown to the brunette but was incredibly enticing and evoked the greatest need for more. More something, more anything, more everything.
"How far have you gone with anyone?" Levi asked then, barely pulling back and plucking Eren's lower lip between his teeth.
"Not- Not very far. Made out, a l-little touching. Got a handjob once ... well s-sort of." Eren trailed off, flushed and strictly avoiding Levi's stare.
"Sort of?" The black haired man snorted, huffing out a whisper of a laugh.
"Uhh, she- she wasn't very sober, I didn't quite y'know ... f-finish."
Levi raised up, his hands releasing him to instead drag slowly down Eren's arms and down his chest until the rested flat and firm on his abdomen. He leaned back just slightly so that his ass was seated right on the steadily growing bulge of Eren's jeans and the boy shuddered. "I don't even understand how someone with a face like yours could still be a virgin." Levi shook his head in disbelief and smirked down at the brunette when he accidentally wriggled his hips, causing this wonderful wide-eyed look of panic to cross his features.
"You're lucky I didn't meet you before this, somewhere out there in a bar or along the street-" Levi's fingers were now sneaking under the hem of Eren's shirt, spreading over warm, defined skin and pressing just so he could feel the muscles clench. "-I figure I'd jump you right then and there. Maybe suck you off out in some back alley or have you fuck me raw in a bathroom." The man watched as Eren's eyes flickered down to his teasingly slow, exploring fingers and then shifted up to the ceiling with a rush of red to his cheeks and neck and a gulp that made his Adam's apple bob enticingly. Levi chewed on his lower lip and leaned back over the figure trapped underneath him. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Fucking me where people could see us and hear me screaming for you to pound me harder-" Levi was struggling to hold in the laugh that threatened to escape his throat when he saw how hard Eren was trying to avoid his eyes, subtly pulling a pillow closer to his face like he was trying to hide. His heartbeat raced under his fingertips. Levi had never been with someone so inexperienced and just ... cute. His desire to bully the boy increased ten fold.
"S-stop saying things like that." Eren finally whimpered, head turned away and Levi sputtered with a laugh. He traced his thumbs down the definition of the boy's stomach and reveled in the way the muscles shuddered under his touch.
"Why? I can feel how much you like it-" Levi punctuated his words with a forceful grind of his hips, causing Eren to jolt upwards, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air between them and his eyes all perfect and wide again. Levi smirked. "-but maybe you like it too much. You afraid you're gonna come in your pants?"
"N-no- I'm not- I just-" Eren rambled on and on, his words falling on deaf ears as Levi amused himself with the bashful, embarrassed expressions that crossed his face when he rubbed their clothed crotches together roughly. "Stop."
"You don't really want to stop though, do you, Eren? I'm gonna be honest, I've never had a client so young and I definitely have never had a virgin. I am loving this whole blushing, fragile flower thing you've got going for you-" Levi rested his weight on his hands, placed on either side of Eren's head and leaned down to brush his lips against the lobe of his ear. "-but I've never been a patient man and right now, I just want us out of our clothes so I can finally get to sucking your cock and then I want you to fuck me nice and hard. We can do that right?" Eren fisted his hands in the pillow when Levi claimed his lips aggressively anyway.
Levi made a comment on how Eren should be making the most out of such an expensive night which caused his whole face to fall into guilt and apprehension. Levi tugged them both out of their t-shirts and then kissed him until that expression disappeared, making a note to not bring up the fact that he was paying for Levi, again. Instead, he focused most of his attention on kissing. Eren was comfortable with that, he knew what he was doing when it came to kissing. He had no issues with plunging his tongue slick into Levi's mouth and exploring the heat. He liked when the man claimed him, tugging and sucking on his lips until they felt numb and tingly and perfect. His taste was addictive and distracted him enough from Levi's wandering hands, that traced his chest and pinched his nipples and stroked at the ridges of his hips. He was so consumed by the feeling of Levi's mouth that he jolted with surprise at the fingers suddenly unbuttoning his jeans easily.
"Hey wait-" Eren broke away and reached for Levi's hands.
"I want to taste you."
"I-I said to stop saying that stuff."
"Is that an order?" The man's voice deepened and he stilled his working fingers, eyes pinning the boy down as he whimpered and flushed.
"No- No just- I don't- H-how can you say those things so calmly? God." Eren had one hand fisted in his hair, almost in frustration and the other hovered by Levi's knee, still unable to comfortably touch him. He gasped sharply when Levi ground his hips down roughly.
"Believe me, I'm anything but calm right now. Can you feel how hard I am, hmm?" He rutted against him again, once. "I want you to know exactly what I want, so I'm telling you. What's wrong with that? I'd want you to tell me what you want y'know, think I could probably get off on just your voice ordering me around" He chuckled at Eren's huff of breath and then continued to undo the front of the boy's pants, shuffling down his legs to allow him to drag the clothes off. "I bet you'd be fucking amazing at dirty talk." Levi leaned down to whisper against the brunette's collar bone and then latched onto the skin there as he cupped the front of his boxer shorts, fingers molding to the hardening length.
Eren bit down harshly on his bottom lip almost to the point of pain, his skin left hot and sensitive by the lips trailing down his throat, down his chest. Teeth nipped at the skin of his hips, tickling him and making him shiver. Levi was still stroking Eren's cock to hardness through his underwear, a patch of wetness spreading from the covered tip and then, he was nuzzling at the warmth with a rumbling, nearly desperate groan. Eren watched the man in embarrassed wonder as he mouthed at him and then froze when finally, he was tucking his fingertips into the hem of his boxers and flickering his eyes up through his lashes with a devilish smirk tugging on his mouth. Levi licked at his lips as he rid the boy of his last piece of clothing. Eren, rigid with nerves but heart pounding with buried excitement, let him.
It was obvious how impatient Levi really was as he instantly splayed his fingers out over Eren's hips and brought his lips to his cock, running along the underside, his tongue peaking out to tease the skin. He moaned, almost in unison with the brunette who clenched his teeth, trying and failing to contain his pleasured sounds as his length was devoured by wet heat. Levi sucked the head into his mouth, using one hand to pull back the foreskin whilst his other still gripped at the boy around his waist. The man bobbed slowly at Eren's cock, tongue working expertly at the leaking head until he had him quivering under his touch.
"F-Fuck- Jesus-" Eren's hips jerked as Levi fisted his hand around the base of his cock and began to take it deep, pushing at the limits of his throat until it almost hurt. Eren's hands raised, hovering just above the other's head, shaking. They locked eyes and Eren moaned, deep and husky, divided between pushing the man away and wanting to push him further down and revel in that heat. Levi made the decision for him, catching his hands and forcing his fingers into the strands of his hair, tightly. He quickened his pace, sucking him in until he felt the grip in his hair tug harshly and the muscles in his body clenched. He pulled off, licking his lips and smiling at the confused face and frustrated whine that Eren gave him. "Wha- Why d'you stop-"
Levi replied with little more than a hum and then he was kneeling in between Eren's legs and working at the button of his own jeans. The brunette was panting, sweaty and red-faced as he observed the man shuffling out of his pants and his underwear. Discarding his clothes, Levi turned back to Eren and crawled back over his body until he was straddling his hips again, making quite sure to grind his cock against Eren's, just to enjoy the pitch of his breath. Before he could even think of turning his face away, Levi grasped his jaw and kissed him until the remnants of tension started to melt.
There was a dazed look trapped in Eren's eyes as he looked up at Levi, his red, bitten lips open to his shallow breathing. The jittery anxiety of the whole situation was still forcing him frozen on the bed, mind reeling at the sight of Levi, naked and annoyingly proud and confident, hovering over him. He watched the man move, not fully registering what he was doing, but noticing instead the span of his arms as he stretched over to the side, the ripple of muscles in his stomach as he straightened and then Eren's eyes wandered down further. His cock twitched with every tiny movement Levi made, the tip a blushing pink and the length of it just slightly curved. Eren had this chest tightening thought of wanting to taste him. But, Levi moaned then, eyes fluttering closed and Eren was shockingly thrust out of his own thoughts.
"W-what are you doing?" Eren stuttered. Levi arched, his head back and his chest pushed out. He chewed on his lip as he brought his hazy attention back to the boy under him.
"You seem like the kind of guy who'd want to open me up gently and slowly just because you were afraid you might hurt me. So, I'm skipping the bullshit and getting myself ready for your cock." Levi tilted his head, acting like it was obvious and smirking when Eren's eyes bulged, gulping as he looked to the flexing of Levi's right arm. His cock twitched against his will, imagining Levi's fingers plunging into his hole, widening himself up until he could take Eren's length deep inside. He heard Levi laugh and looked up. "Do you like it? Like that I'm finger fucking myself?" The man held his tongue between his teeth and his hips circled, movements quickening against his hand and Eren heard himself moan at the sight.
Levi had three fingers plunging into himself when he just couldn't take it anymore. He pulled them out slowly, shuddering at the sudden emptiness and the warm haze of pleasure that covered him. He held Eren's eyes as he fetched a condom packet from the side and pulled it open with his teeth, teasingly rolling it over the boy's cock which was dribbling precome onto his fingertips. "I'd prefer to have you raw, y'know. Let you come inside me and then watch it drip out. But fucking house rules says condoms are needed for first timers." Eren just closed his eyes, willed himself not to come because he was just so god damn close, and breathed through gritting his teeth. He opened his eyes once he's veered far enough away from the edge and watched as Levi shifted his weight over him.
Gripping onto the base, Levi hovered over Eren's thick cock, rubbing the covered tip against his hole, promising a delicious stretch. He kissed the brunette soundly, licking into him with fervor and eating up the squeak that sounded as he sunk down onto Eren's cock. He seated himself slowly, inch by inch, letting them both adjust. He felt full, not even half of the generous rigid length inside him still and his mouth fell open in a gasping breath. Eren was tense under him, his face pinched and his hands fisted into the pillow by his head, but he was groaning and his skin prickled wonderfully at the gripping tightness that enveloped his cock. When Levi felt the coarse hairs at the base tickle his thighs he traced his hands down to Eren's stomach and pushed himself up straight, sitting on the boy's hips.
"So, how does it feel?" Levi asked, breathless. His reply was a shallow whisper of his name, frustrated and perhaps pleading. His writhing vulnerability injected delightful pleasure into Levi's cock. Feeling powerful and wanting to tease him until it was unbearable, Levi began to move. He lifted himself up, strained his thighs to hold himself and then slammed down quickly, jolting him and making their skin slap together loudly and obscenely. Eren's eyes widened and he grunted at the force of it. Levi rode him with a rapid rhythm, fucking himself down onto Eren's cock, reducing the boy to a sweaty mess on the sheets. They were both breathing, panting heavily, groans consuming the air and then Eren reached out, his fingertips electric against the man's hip for a breath and then they were gone.
"S-Sorry-" Eren's voice was broken, desperate and craving and Levi shook his head, narrowing his eyes.
"No- Fuck- Touch me-" Levi was shocked at his own voice as he pleaded, his thighs burning from the strain but it was the burn inside him that made him ache. He could feel his release coming. He spread his hands out over Eren's chest, tips bruising the skin around his collarbones.
"W-Where?"
"Anywhere- Everywhere-" He was whining now, but he was delighted when Eren obeyed and he felt large, warm hands falling on his hips, shivering just slightly. Eren's skin was soft on his body as it trailed fire over his stomach, his waist and running down to squeeze his thighs. The brunette explored, clueless to how much his touches were driving Levi insane and then, eventually, he nervously wrapped his hand around the other's cock. He pumped once, twice, worked up an unsure rhythm but Levi could have cried, it was perfect. His ass smacked loudly against Eren's thighs when he impaled himself one last time and then he stilled, head thrown back as he came, thick and hot onto Eren's sweat slicked chest. He shuddered as Eren continued to pump him, coaxing every drop out of his cock and onto his own skin. His hole clenched around Eren and the boy hissed.
It took Levi a few seconds to settle, head heavy and body limp. He could feel Eren's hand on his ass, short nails digging into the flesh as his other hand released his length and fell against his thigh. Levi nearly fell over him when he leaned in for a kiss, crashing together messily. When they parted, Levi's lips stretched into a devious smile and he started to move off him. Eren's cock slipped out of him, rock hard and slick and Levi flopped onto the bed beside the brunette onto his back.
"Get on top of me." Levi ordered and Eren was in no position to disobey him. He lifted himself onto his knees and gulped when he watched Levi moving into position. The man folded himself nearly in half, his knees to his chest and he reached his hands down to his ass, fingers pressing into the flesh and pulling his cheeks apart, revealing his hidden pink hole. "Now, stop being a little girl about everything. I want you to fuck me like you mean it." The filthy sight of him stretched out and waiting for him was straining Eren's control, his pleasure like a drug, overrunning every other feeling. He nodded, hypnotized and slowly, shakingly moved closer, his hands finding the back of Levi's thighs as he pushed forward, pressing back into that delicious heat. He moaned.
He started out in a steady beat of tiny thrusts, getting used to moving himself into the other man, watching, entranced as his cock disappeared into the stretched out rim of Levi's ass. Gradually, he sped up, but Levi was digging into fingers into his knees and chanting out a mantra of 'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon' begging for him to speed up.
"Eren, come here." Even before he could react, Eren was being tugged on top of Levi's body, his hands bracing his weight on either side of the other's shoulders as Levi wrapped his legs around the boy's hips, tightly. One hand pressed into the groove of his lower back, the other twisted into the brunette's hair, tugging his head to the side. "Fuck me, Eren. Pound me harder. I want you to break me." Levi's words fell harshly on his ears as the man's heels dug into the flesh of his ass, forcing him deep inside of him.
Eren's thrusts sped up incredibly, the force jolting Levi upwards, each time with a throaty grunt and a more painful dig of fingers or a tightening of his gripping legs. Their breaths were gasping, struggling to breathe evenly through their near violent fucking, air flooded with the sound of their slapping skin and Eren's pitched whines. Eren leaned down onto his forearms, his hands grasping at Levi's shoulders and burying his head into the crook of the man's neck, face alight, his body feeling like it was aflame. Levi was clinging so hard to him everywhere, he could almost feel himself bruising, his pants fluttering at his ears mingling with whispers of 'fuck me, Eren, fuck me'.
Eren could feel the wetness flooding his eyes, the scream bubbling in his throat as he tightened, gripping to Levi like a lifeline. He pounded harder still into Levi's body and could feel his climax close, so close. "Levi, Levi- coming-"
"Yeah? Fuck- Come on then." Eren made to pull out but Levi just tightened around him, legs almost unbearably forceful around his body, he felt like he was the one breaking. And then, Levi kissed him, close-mouthed and weirdly gentle in comparison to their rough, heated embrace and he came, a muffled scream released into Levi's mouth. His whole body convulsed, his hips stilling with his cock buried in warmth and he just grasped at Levi, holding onto sanity by a thread as a white flash blinded him. Levi held him until he stopped shivering and his bones were flooded with tiredness.
It felt like hours had passed before he gathered enough energy to move. Eren pulled out of Levi who unsteadily pulled himself up into a seated position and helped him pull of the condom and dispose of it. The man fell back onto the bed with a thump, eyes closing as he curled up. "Lie down and sleep with me, Eren, I refuse to believe that you're not fucking exhausted after that." Levi mumbled, eyes still closed to the world but reaching out a heavy hand in Eren's direction.
"I-Is that alright?" Eren was already moving under the blankets though, his sluggish exhaustion guiding his movements.
"Of course it's fucking alright, you've paid for an overnight, what exactly did you think that meant?" Levi was nearly slurring by now, slipping in and out of sleep but after a few moments of silence, his eyes fluttered open and he found Eren's sad little eyes looking at him. "What?"
Eren shook his head and then looked down, his arms curled into his chest to distance himself a little bit. Levi rolled his eyes and closed that distance, his own arms wrapping around the boy's shoulders and kissing him quickly, but softly. "Hey, how would you feel about going on my client list?" Levi asked and Eren's eyes briefly flickered to hopeful before they settled on confused. "Well, not really a list, it's only got two other guys on it." Eren's eyebrows dipped together, though he stayed silent, much to Levi's annoyance, but the man persevered. "Y'know I'm not actually on the book for this place, so unless a person's on my own personal client list, they can't buy me. I've never liked the idea of being picked up by just anyone, you should see some of the pieces of shit we get in here sometimes, Jesus-" Levi sighed as the confusion deepened even further on Eren's face. "The point is, is hopefully you're gonna want to come back here sometime and I'd like you to ask for me to serve you, if you do."
"S-so you only do this with two other guys?" Eren was back to hopeful, it made Levi's chest clench at the shy smile tugging at the boy's lips.
"Yeah, two. I've known them since I was a teenager actually. They're big, like stupidly big and strong and blonde and they have these pretty faces but they're kind of scarred and shit 'cause they used to be soldiers. I don't know, the three of us used to be best friends and then it sorta changed into, well, whatever it is our relationship is now. I don't like to think about it really, all I know is the sex is fucking amazing and we can still laugh at each other after we're all done. Like Gi said, they're completely different from you but maybe I need that change. I like having someone to order around instead." Levi smirked and combed his fingers through Eren's messy hair. The brunette flushed and rolled his eyes to try and hide it.
"I think- I think I'd like to- come back." Eren whispered finally and Levi smiled.
"I'm glad to here that, cause I'm not done with you yet." Levi bit at the boy's mouth and squirmed his tongue in to meet Eren's. They kissed, lazily until Levi pulled away, leaving just a breath between their lips. "Hey, I'll even lower the price for you, seeing as you fucked me so good."
"Oh my god." Eren burrowed into Levi's neck, the heat radiating off his cheeks and seeping into the man's skin.
"And tomorrow, I expect at least two rounds of lazy morning sex." Levi murmured into Eren's ear just as they were back to drifting into unconsciousness. The boy gave a tiny whimper but then, slowly gave a nod, face still pressed into the crook of Levi's neck. Finally, they slept.