disclaimer: not my titans.

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There's a surge of silence gasping for air between Eren and Levi that afternoon. The small man with dark hair and gloomy eyes stares over at the slightly taller brunette, fixated and locked on with the smallest smudge of thick, whipped cream smeared across his tanned cheek.

As he watches the nervous boy scour the table, almost dropping his cheesecake in the process, for a napkin, he smirks to himself. He has his own way of ridding the blushing boy of his creamy dilemma.

Leaning over, eyes narrowed like usual, but filled with an unwavering intention, Eren stills in slight fright as a moist, lukewarm sensations drifts softly across the tenderness of his cheek.

Levi sits back before taking in another small spoonful of cheesecake, savouring the lemony taste, but making sure not to present too much of an expression (he's too proud to fall for sweet things like cheesecake).

Eren gently touches his fingertips to the dark red spot of his cheek, or formally known as, 'the place where the cream was'.

With a stammer voice he says, "Hei-Heichou?"

Levi looks up, face blank; no clear emotions spewing from him other than the enjoyment of the cheesecake in his hands.

"Hm?" he hums, dark eyes never leaving Eren's, not even to return to the cheesecake as he shoved another spoonful in his mouth.

"Did you just…l-lick me?" Eren asks, hand still pressed against his rosy cheek.

"No. I licked the cream." Levi insists, and Eren feels his cheeks grow in warmth.

"You licked the cream that was on me."

Levi notices that Eren is slightly bewildered with anger now. What's his problem? Like a little lick meant anything. But that cream really did taste nice; he would never admit that, though.

"Big deal." he grumbles his reply, finishing off the last bite of his cheesecake.

Levi hated sweet things. Things like cheesecake had always disgusted him to a royal end. Bitter, salty things had always been much more preferable, but this occasion was acceptable, considering Eren had spent all night working on the cheesecake for everyone.

"I-It is a big deal! Why did you do that?!"

Eren wants to slap himself. Hard. He rarely stuttered around the heichou. And that was only when he insisted on making him incredibly uncomfortable. But, he also wanted to slap himself even harder at the fact he enjoyed the brief, momentary lick, and kind of wishes he had the nerves of steel to ask the heichou to do it again. Maybe putting more cream on his cheek would help…

Eren inwardly shakes himself, begging for him to snap out of his ridiculous thoughts and wake up.

There was no way he'd do that.

Then, as if Levi was reading each and every script played out in Eren's mind, he said, "Would you like me to lick you again?"

The brown-haired boy looked over at Levi, shock in his dark, forest-green eyes.

Before he has a chance to answer, Levi, once again, leans over, this time, however, has his face buried in the crevice of Eren's neck. Without another second to pass by, the wet, smooth and overly exhilarating feeling of his warm tongue sliding across Eren's neck sent tingles down his spine and his vision blurred.

"Now that time I licked you."

He sure did enjoy making the brat uncomfortable.

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a/n: no idea what that was. but it was something i enjoyed writing so i'll let it off on a whim. sorry for the shitty ending, i'm really, really tired. c':

'scuse any mistakes peeps. ilysm.

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