Wow. Here it is. The final chapter. Two out of two. We've been through one long-ass journey.
Note the intense sarcasm.
Either way, I'm quite proud of this, and this is the part you've all been waiting for, the reason for the M rating on the fic's thumbnail... You guess the rest. It's my first time writing any, though, so I'm sorry if any of it is incoherent or just is plain strange.
Oh, in Chapter 1, did any of you lovelies catch that side-handed slick little reference to Eren's first few days in the trainee squad when he was given faulty 3D maneuvering gear?
Just wondering.
Okay, well have fun reading this; it's quite sweet and adorable and Eren and Levi are both awkward little shits as usual. Using Levi's POV once more.
Also, that song that was mentioned in the 1st chappy, make sure to listen to it as you go through the story. It works well. ("I knew I loved you," just as a reminder)


"Let me kiss you," whispered Levi, his voice husky and unmistakably sensual.

He watched as Eren's eyes widened, then softened as the initial shock of what he had said had passed, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his closed mouth curving upward in a smile that he was obviously attempting to contain. Levi followed each movement that the boy made, everything he did that could be a sign of what he was thinking, of what he would reply, of how he might respond. He watched as Eren bit the inside of his lip in anticipation, and felt his trembling fingers tightening their grasp on his waist. Levi knew that he himself at least was at his ultimate breaking point, and the hint of a nod that the younger man made was enough to intoxicate him with desire.

Levi shifted his hands off of Eren's shoulders, gently stroking his soft cheek with the back of his right fingers and caressing his thick hair with his left, observing the tender way the boy leaned into his touch, closing his eyes gently and moving his own hands higher up on Levi's chest. Levi rose up on the tips of his toes, tilting Eren's head down (in order to make up for that damn height difference), and in one swift movement, he took a deep breath through his nose and leaned forward to press his lips onto the younger man's. They were chapped, he noticed, but soft nonetheless, and sweet. He pushed his fingers further through Eren's hair, pulling him yet closer, and Eren, gaining confidence, did the same to him, running one hand through his jet-black locks and using the other to gently massage the skin right under the collar of his shirt.

Levi pulled away to take a breath, keeping his eyes closed and touching his forehead to Eren's as he moved in to savor his lips again. Their noses brushed gently against each other as they repeatedly changed positions, taking quick sips of air as they pulled away from each other, then leaned in again. After what seemed like an eternity - possibly one of the most amazing eternities Levi had ever experienced - they opened their eyes, still remaining wrapped around each other.

Eren was wearing the most stupid yet attractive grin he had ever seen, his lips slightly swollen and a dark shade of rosy pink. Levi was forced to look away, raising a hand to partially cover his face in order to hide his obvious elation - and his increasingly bright blush that he was sure made his cheeks glow like firecrackers even in the dim neon light of the room.

Eren reached over to move Levi's hand. Levi watched as the boy smiled sweetly at him, opening his mouth to speak.

"Was that okay?"

That adorable fucker. "You shithead," replied Levi in a breathless whisper, looking upward in order to lean their foreheads against each other. "That was..." Not nearly enough, he finished in his head. He reached up to grasp Eren's hand in his, nuzzling it fondly. Eren's hands were gorgeous - how did even his hands manage to be attractive? - with long fingers that were just slightly thicker than his own. Taking a moment to pay attention to detail, Levi observed that his fingertips were callused, a couple of his nails were bitten down, and - he noticed with a jolt - his palms were cut slightly in various places by what he knew to be marks of carelessness with a kitchen knife; but to Levi, it was these small imperfections that made him so intriguing, so alluring. "Do you mind if we do that again?"

"No," answered Eren, sounding distinctly less nervous than before and smiling that irresistible smile that made his eyes shine like emeralds.

"...Do you mind if I do a bit more?"

"Not in the least."

Levi didn't hesitate a moment, bringing his lips up to meet Eren's, fitting them together like the newfound pieces of a puzzle. He opened his mouth slightly, letting his tongue flit across Eren's bottom lip until he responded, and Eren pulled him even closer, letting his own lips separate and succumbing to the feverous desire that intensely filled them both. Levi kept both his hands on the back of Eren's head and neck in order to keep him close, reveling in the heat of the boy's skin. This kiss was different from the first, but no less enjoyable; instead of a sweet contact, it was bolder, burning, more desperate, and Levi drank in the taste of Eren's mouth like the beer he had never ended up finishing.

Eren tasted better than alcohol, though; his mouth was more addictive than a drug, and the flavor and heat of his lips and his tongue gave Levi more energy than caffeine. He allowed himself to deepen the kiss, smiling into Eren's lips as the younger man moved his hands along his upper back and kissed him back passionately.

Levi noticed that the previous song had ended a while back, and that they were now back to listening to some crappy remix of yet more loud and typical party music. It was amazing that he hadn't even noticed the change, he thought, as he gently pulled away from Eren, breathing heavily. His heart was threatening to leap out of his chest and bounce off the walls.

"You're a pretty damn good kisser," Levi murmured, smiling softly. There was nothing else he could say. He let his gaze travel freely from Eren's swollen lips, to his flushed skin, to his messy yet strangely attractive hair, which was sticking up slightly in a couple odd places, due to his harsh treatment of it as they were kissing, to the look in his halfway lidded eyes, which he could only qualify as pure seduction.

Eren didn't break eye contact with him as he answered. "You're not so bad yourself."

Hanji whooped loudly behind them, causing Levi to whip his head around angrily to glare at the one who had ruined his moment, only to find a small crowd gathered tightly together begin clapping and yelling enthusiastically. Levi scowled, dropping both his arms from Eren's shoulders in order to more effectively kill Hanji (and thank her slightly in the process for helping him out with the music) but Eren grabbed his hand protectively, running his thumb along the spikes on his bracelet and looking at him as if to say, It doesn't matter; I don't mind.

"Congratulations, Levi," beamed Erwin, who stood out like a sore thumb as the tallest member of the group of people. "You too, um... Eren, right?"

Eren nodded, blushing. Levi grimaced, turning his face to the ground. "Shut up, shitface," he muttered to Erwin.

Hanji, by this time, had made her way behind them, and gave them both a significantly hard pat on the back, grinning - in a way that Levi could only qualify as sadistic. Eren was nearly knocked off his feet, and Levi flinched as the younger man fell against him, although he straightened up and regained his composure within seconds - his ears remained quite red though, Levi observed. He kept his hand locked in Eren's, stuffing the other in the back pocket of his jeans and attempting to recover a certain appearance of his habitual nonchalance - and trying his best not to stare down at Eren's legs, because that boy had fucking incredible hips.

"Come on," Levi said, forcefully tightening his grip on Eren's hand. "I have a sudden craving for cake."

Arriving at the table where there was still a rather titanic portion of birthday-Christmas cake, despite the amount of people who had already taken some, Levi grabbed a plate and cut himself and Eren a generous slice. Dark chocolate, he observed, content that whoever had baked it or bought it had remembered his favorite flavor. He watched as Eren observed him expectantly as he took a small bite and savored it, pleasantly shocked by the flavor. He tasted something else, though, something slightly bitter yet immensely pleasing... Coffee.

Someone had somehow known that chocolate and coffee were his favorite combination of flavors, and Levi felt that he had somehow magically been sent to some sort of whipped cream and strawberry-topped dessert heaven.

"This cake is fucking amazing," he mumbled between bites. He lifted an eyebrow at Eren as he chewed, "Why are you still staring at me like that?"

Eren looked just about ready to spontaneously combust. "Do you like it?!"

"Fuck, yeah. It's the best thing I've ever eaten." He took another forkful, priding himself in his ability to remain neat and elegant even as he stuffed ungodly amounts of cake in his mouth. "What the hell, you haven't even taken a single bite out of yours? I would have thought that from working at Hanji's you would have been eager to -"

"It's not that!" interrupted Eren.

Levi rolled his eyes. Did he have to make it so obvious that he was just staring at Levi's mouth and -

"It's just... I'm the one who made it."

Levi widened his eyes at him in surprise. "You - You made this?" asked Levi, incredulous. Holy mother of Jesus, this brat had skill. Hanji had told him that he was talented, but this? No wonder he kissed so well. Actually, what did baking have anything to do with it? His brain was jumping to strange conclusions and making irrational and illogical connections. He had a feeling that something odd was going on in his mind that night. He was in no way thinking straight, although his sexually charged and cake-filled thought process was not entirely helping him keep his cool.

"I - Hanji announced last week that it was your birthday, and she thought that someone should make you a cake... and I volunteered. She asked if anyone else wanted to help, but I told her that I wanted to make it myself, because I, uh... I wanted to..." Eren gesticulated with his hands, looking around searchingly, his face growing red.

Levi didn't grant him a chance to finish, putting down his plate to press a quick kiss to Eren's lips, unable to resist the temptation. "It's perfect. I'm not bullshitting you right now; you're perfect - " Shit. "I mean the cake! The cake is perfect, though you're okay too - I mean... Oh god, fuck me and all of my family, god damn it..."

"Thank you."

"Eat, you little shit, before my mouth decides to spout any more crap."

"You're very eloquent," grinned Eren.

"Get used to it, fucker."

"Do you always curse this much?"

"I'm a generally rude human, you brat, so if you don't manage to ignore it, we're not going to get along very well."

"I don't mind it," laughed Eren. "Asshole," he added.

"You don't get to call me an asshole, you prick."

"You called me a bitch before."

"What's the crime if I'm telling the truth?"

"Fuck you, Levi."

"I'm hurt," he responded sarcastically, although his idiotic and horny brain was saying "gladly."

"Also, eyeliner suits you." Oh, so he was going at it with flattery now?

"Are you making fun of me? Just because we were making out five minutes ago doesn't mean I can't slap you straight down into hell right now. My cuffs could probably hurt you more than you'd think," said Levi, holding up his forearm as a warning.

Eren recoiled, putting his hands up. "I'm not making fun of you! You look... you look really good, okay? I'm just not used to seeing that many guys wearing eyeliner."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, thanks, whatever."

"Why do you wear it?" asked Eren curiously.

"Why do you wear pants?" retorted Levi, sighing and rolling his eyes. "I just like it. It makes me stand out, makes me different. It also goes with my general look."

Eren couldn't help but laugh at Levi's last statement, which he had pronounced with a distinct air of seriousness and sophistication.

"Shut up, Eren."

"No," giggled the boy, but his gaze moved away from Levi and to a point further off behind him, above his head. Levi turned around to find Erwin beckoning to him with his hand, and he walked off to see what the hell he wanted, telling Eren to give him a second.

At first glance, Erwin seemed to be all seriousness, but as Levi peered in closer, he saw a hint of a smile decorating his lips.

"What."

"Levi, I'm really glad that you seem to finally have found someone. In fact... I told everyone here that they're free to stay the night, and if you two are interested as well, the guest bedroom upstairs to the left is free."

"Why that one in particular?" demanded Levi suspiciously.

"Hanji and I... We got it ready for you, you know, just in case."

Levi narrowed his eyes at Erwin's amusement, blushing furiously. He made a slight nod, then turned and stormed off back to Eren, shooting a flustered and muffled "thanks" at Erwin.

"What did he want?" asked Eren. Oh god, now that Erwin had mentioned bedrooms... As he had stated before, Eren was undeniably... hot. Maybe it was some weird after-effect of the beer and that dreamy cake, and he presumed that the kiss had also helped to heighten his senses, but the younger man's curious look, combined with his tight, faded white shirt which had the two top buttons undone - giving a taste of his tanned chest, which stood out behind his pale clothes - had Levi yearning for more.

"Nothing. He didn't want shit. He was being a dumbass." Yeah, smooth as fuck, Levi, he thought to himself. He was never going to get anywhere if he kept denying everything, but how was supposed to go about this? You're hot and you have a nice ass, wanna go for a fuck? No, definitely not. He had a feeling that the brat would be willing to go with him even if he put it that way, but he did have a certain level of pride as a self-proclaimed romantic that he would have preferred to keep intact.

But he couldn't restrain himself much longer either. There was only a limited span of time before his libido caught up with his mind and brought his body places he did not want to be in public.

"Are you okay, Levi? You look sort of uncomfortable."

"Yeah." Uncomfortable, his ass. "Yeah, you wanna go somewhere else? It's pretty loud here."

Eren nodded, pursing his lips as to say that he too was feeling that the claustrophobic, noisy party ambiance was no longer what he wanted. Levi took this as a sign to grab him by the hand and lead him toward the stairs, where Eren stopped momentarily to look at him in curiosity.

"Upstairs?"

"Yes, upstairs. I'm good for a nice, crowded party once in a while, and tonight satisfied that need, but I want to talk to you somewhere where I can actually hear every single word you say." He wanted to hear every crack in Eren's voice, every strength and vulnerability, every wish, every desire, the unadulterated sound of a boy who knew that this night would make him a man.

Levi walked up the stairs with Eren at his heels, his steps nervous and tentative, looking back to check on him every couple of seconds. When they got to the second floor, they turned into the hallway, where the wall hid them from the view of anyone downstairs. It was too much. Levi spun around in a full circle to grab Eren by the shoulders and forcefully crash his mouth against his, pushing him up against the wall as their lips moved against each other in an unsynchronized, uncontrolled frenzy of stolen breaths and whispered moans.

Eren obviously knew where Levi was leading him as they kissed their way to the bedroom door, and, barely breaking contact with him, Eren reached for the doorknob and twisted it, leading to them falling heavily and clumsily on top of each other in the doorway.

Eren remained on the floor and exploded into peals of clear, pure laughter, and Levi, still half on top of him, attempted to prop himself up but failed, his arm slipping back down and causing him to collapse again. He too was shaking with laughter, and realized, stunned, that he hadn't laughed so hard in weeks, maybe months.

"I didn't... realize it opened... to the inside," wheezed Eren between giggles.

"You clumsy idiot."

Levi helped Eren up, and they ended up sitting cross-legged, facing each other. Once their amusement had died down, Levi spoke again.

"Listen, Eren," he began, awkwardly. "Eren, I've..." Shit, shit, shit. "I've liked you for a while." There, the bomb was dropped. There was nothing left to hide.

"I figured as much," answered Eren. His voice revealed no particular emotion, but his eyes were twinkling, and he was smiling nervously. "Truth is, Levi, I like you too."

"Well, thank god," sighed Levi.

Eren got up, blushing, and pulled Levi up along with him.

He was going to ask him, Levi decided. After having confessed, he had worked up the courage to say it, as the hardest part was now over and done with. "Eren..." continued Levi hesitantly. "Do you want to go out? With... me?" Please don't answer no, he prayed silently.

Eren's face lit up. "You mean like... be together?"

Levi rolled his eyes, although he couldn't help smiling. "I'm asking if you want to be my boyfriend, you dolt. Simple enough."

"I'd love to," whispered Eren.

Levi's heart was once again in danger of bursting, but his muscles had a mind of their own, and were this time closing in on another area on his body as well. "Eren, it's my birthday," he started.

"Yup, I know."

"And everything you do is such a fucking turn-on; Eren, what do you say we make use of this spare bedroom here?"

Eren's wild, signature grin was back in action. "I definitely wouldn't mind that."

Score.

They didn't waste a moment. Levi turned off the ceiling lights in the room, leaving only the bedside lamp turned on, bathing the bed in a warm, golden, hazy glow. Eren was the one who moved first this time, kissing him hard, his style a bit sloppier than Levi's, although it wasn't like either of them really minded. Levi opened his mouth to let in the younger man's tongue, letting him take over the kiss this time.

The bed was right behind them, and Levi put out a hand to hold himself up against the mattress, while his other hand was busy trying to unbutton Eren's shirt. His skin, his hair, his eyes - Levi's breath caught as he looked him over from top to bottom, and everything about him was even more beautiful in the dim light of the room. In the meantime, Eren's fingers were working furiously as they felt up Levi's skin under his shirt, which had been quickly unfastened and pulled out of where it had been tucked into his jeans. Levi helped Eren to shrug off his sleeves as he himself did the same, and he clambered backward onto the mattress, where Eren hurriedly followed.

Levi took the opportunity to turn things around, and used his upper body strength to pin Eren's back to the mattress. The boy was breathing heavily, smiling, his eyes expectant, his cheeks flushed, his toned chest moving up and down to the steady rhythm of his inhalations and exhalations. Both their shirts were lying crumpled and discarded on the floor, as were Eren's black converse and Levi's combat boots (when had that happened?). Levi began thinking that Eren's pants were beginning to look distinctly too tight. He leaned down, his hands on either side of Eren, and began leading a string of delicate kisses down from the base of his chin. When he reached his nipples, which were already eagerly hardened, he expertly gave them each a playful lick, resulting in a muffled moan from Eren. He continued moving down, finally reaching the seam of his pants, which he quickly unbuttoned and pulled down. Eren's erection was clearly visible through his boxers, and Levi stared at it hungrily for a few moments before speaking.

"Holy shit," breathed Levi.

"D-did I do something wrong?"

"Hell no, you idiot," he whispered, his hand moving frantically to unclasp his own jeans. He rapidly pressed a kiss to Eren's lips. "Eren, you're fucking beautiful."

"So are you." Eren reached out a hand to caress Levi's abdomen muscles, marveling at their firmness, and Levi, being the shameless asshole that he was, decided to press his palm down on the younger man's crotch, feeling a jolt of excitement as Eren let out a loud moan when he began moving it. The boy hurriedly clapped his hands onto his mouth, but Levi moved them aside.

"Don't hold back, Eren. I want to hear your voice."

"St- Oh my god, Levi, that feels so fucking good - Levi, why the hell are you still half dres... sed?"

Levi looked down at his jeans, then raised a teasing eyebrow at Eren. "If you want them off, take them off for me."

Eren made a messy grab at Levi's jeans, pulling them down swiftly. His eyes widened and lingered, unashamed, for a while on Levi's tight boxers, before tugging them down as well, letting out Levi's already semi-hardened member. Levi mirrored this movement to Eren, and, both fully exposed at last, took a moment to let his lips lightly brush Eren's forehead.

His hand moved back down between the younger man's legs, wrapping his fingers around his hardened shaft and fingering the slit lightly with his thumb, feeling Eren shiver in pleasure beneath him. He began moving his hand, slowly at first, then gradually faster as Eren let out small, adorably high-pitched whimpers, his head thrown back and his neck and chest muscles fully tightened in exhilaration. Levi bent down, keeping his hand movement steady, and pressed his mouth to a spot at the base of Eren's neck, where his skin was smooth and glistening with hints of sweat. He bit the skin softly, reveling at the moan of desire he received in response, then let his tongue swirl in small circles around it as he sucked on the area and blew out quick puffs of air. Pulling away, he smiled in a satisfied manner at the pink bruise that was already beginning to form.

He would let everyone know that he was his.

"L-levi..." whispered Eren, his breaths labored and shaky. "I'm... I'm... Fuck, Levi, I'm -"

He came with a cry and a long shudder that shook his entire body, and Levi kissed him heavily, feeling his arms twist their way around his neck and his knees tighten their grasp on Levi's thighs. He could sense Eren getting hard again underneath him, his stamina still holding the power and relentlessness of youth. Levi leaned in closer to his ear, moving the thick brown hair that partially covered it to the side.

"Tell me what you want," he purred softly into Eren's ear, his breath hot against his boyfriend's cheek. He thought that word again - boyfriend, his boyfriend - and felt a rush of satisfaction course through him, as if he had once again become a sappy, corny teenager with no greater purpose in life than to find someone, who would like him, truly, for who he was.

The younger man's eyes were burning with fiery passion and desire.

"God," whispered Levi, his eyes latching onto Eren's gaze and a smirk snaking its way across his lips. "You really want this, don't you?"

"Yeah." Eren's tone was more serious when he spoke again, carefully making sure that every word he said was made clear. "Levi, every other time I've had sex with someone, it was never really because I wanted to so much as because I was desperate for someone. Every other time, I regretted it immediately afterwards, but I know that this time, it won't be like that." He took a deep breath. "I've wanted this for a long time, and it's just the fact that it's you - your band t-shirts, your boots, your eyeliner, your grey eyes, fuck, I mean, even your sarcastic, rude personality - it's all just so perfect, and - I can't stop myself from thinking about you, looking forward to nine o'clocks on Monday mornings, when you always seem to have the most shit to complain about, just to have you talk to me."

Levi's eyebrows were raised in surprise. He had never realized that he meant so much to Eren, that he had actually been thinking about him, maybe more... Although, being honest with himself, he had been doing the same, lying alone on the sofa in his apartment at night and imagining Eren with him to pass the time, to get rid of any stress and pent up energy and awkward boners.

"I thought I was the only one..." he trailed off, looking away.

"No," said Eren. "I want you. I want you so fucking bad, and I want to feel you inside of me," said Eren with quiet intensity, shocking Levi with his stable, controlled, yet amazingly lustful tone. "I want your cock to fill me up," he breathed, "and I want to feel you connected to me in ways I've only dreamed of."

Levi's breath hitched at Eren's words, and even with his crude phrasing, he was completely turned on, his pulse racing and blood rushing fast to his lower regions.

"You're sure you're ready for this?" asked Levi, just as a precautionary measure.

"Yes," replied Eren softly.

"Alright," said Levi, "just give me one second." A new box of condoms lay on the chair in the corner, freshly opened, next to a small tube of lube; he had noticed them when they had gotten onto the bed. Erwin and Hanji really had gotten things ready, and he thanked them inwardly for it. Climbing awkwardly off the mattress, he went to grab one (and the lube), tearing the wrapper off with his teeth as he walked back. He felt Eren's eyes trailing hesitantly up and down his fully exposed body, and he quickly struck a teasing pose, his hand on his hip, before rejoining his boyfriend.

"Don't try to stop yourself from looking, Eren, there's not really any point anymore." He sat on the sheets, knees folded under him, as he began pulling on the condom, and soon felt Eren's warm hands on top of his, helping him along, although slightly shakily.

"Are you nervous?" Levi asked.

"A bit," Eren admitted.

"Don't worry," Levi assured him. "I'll make this the best night of your life." He rose up to a kneel, holding three fingers up to Eren's mouth. "Suck," he commanded, although his tone was gentle instead of forceful.

Eren made a show out of coating each finger with saliva, sucking them and running his tongue along the length of each, making Levi shudder with pleasure once more at the feverish heat of his mouth. After pulling his hand away, he spread Eren's legs wider, placing a wet finger at his entrance, then slowly pushed in. Eren squirmed a bit at the initial discomfort of this sudden presence in his body, tightening around him.

"Relax," murmured Levi. He added another finger, stretching him and continuing his steady rhythm of pushing in and pulling out, reveling in Eren's heat. Eren was closing his eyes as he bit his bottom lip, his hands clenched in fists at the sides of his head. Levi pushed in deeper, reaching his fingers in up to his knuckles, and curled them upward slightly. He felt his index brush against something deep inside the younger man, and Eren let out a small yell of pleasure as his eyes opened wide in surprise.

Bingo.

Levi kept hitting the same spot, eventually adding a third finger as Eren's cries became more desperate, more sensual, but his own cock was growing much too stiff to continue ignoring.

"More... Levi... I need more - ah, fuck!" he gasped as Levi pulled out and began lathering his own length with lube. As Levi started pressing forward, Eren took a small, shuddering breath, readying himself. He pushed in slowly, savoring the way his lover tightened up as they both let out a passionate cry of gratification.

"I'm going to start moving now," Levi whispered, his voice filled with lust. Eren answered with a small nod, his eyes halfway lidded as he lewdly grinded back against him. God, if this wasn't the most attractive sight he had ever seen... Levi gazed at him, enraptured, his cock throbbing with desire inside of the boy's body, his cheeks flushed, his eyes and the tips of his fingers tracing each line of the younger man's muscles, each shape, in order to remember it all forever.

He moved his hips in a steady rhythm, listening to Eren's quick breaths and small whimpers. "How do you feel?" he asked quietly.

"I - It hurts a bit - " Eren replied, his voice hitching as he winced.

"Sorry," muttered Levi. He shifted position, thrusting harder and deeper, and finally hit the spot he had been searching for. Eren moaned loudly, wrapping his hands around Levi's shoulders as he continued letting out sounds that Levi had never thought he would be able to make.

"Go faster... Please, oh god, Levi, that feels amazing!" he cried, reaching down to stroke himself and eventually finding a pace to match Levi's. Levi couldn't speak: his voice was choked up by the intense emotions and feelings coursing through him like cascades, and by Eren's beautiful body lying underneath him, his torso glimmering with sweat, his hand pumping his own shaft, glistening with precum. Levi pushed in with more intensity, exhilarated by the fact that this boy - this man, who he had spent countless nights thinking about - was lying with him, and those movements he had only dreamed of were becoming reality.

Moans and gasps filled the room; Levi periodically leaned in to sloppily run his lips across Eren's face as he tried to muffle his own groans of bliss. Eren was calling his name in a voice he barely recognized, his words mixed with swears and staggered breaths, his torso and abdomen muscles flexing as he passionately moved his hips to complement Levi's thrusts. Levi momentarily hoped that no one would come upstairs and hear them, but he quickly realized that he didn't care. Everyone could know what they were doing, and it wouldn't matter in the slightest because he was so hypnotized by all of his senses rushing in on him at once.

He continued moving, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back as he felt himself reach his climax, the heat pooling at his crotch becoming too much to bear. "Eren," he managed between heavy breaths. "I'm gonna cum - Ah, shit!" he cursed as Eren tightened abruptly around him, causing him to release inside of him with a violent shudder.

Eren came at the same time, over their heaving chests, and collapsed against the mattress in satisfaction. Levi rode out his high, finally pulling out and falling dully on his back beside him as he smiled, leaning into Eren's forehead. After taking a few moments to catch his breath, he sat up again, pulling off the used condom and tying the end. He hopped off the bed to wrap it in a couple kleenex and throw it in the trash can, his heart still beating as hard as ever. He climbed back onto the mattress in the most elegant fashion he could manage while remaining stark naked and smelling strongly of sweat and sex.

"Were you staring at my ass?" he asked Eren teasingly.

"Yeah," replied Eren, unashamed. "It's the nicest one I've ever seen."

"Damn right," Levi grinned, kissing Eren delicately.

"I think that was probably the best fuck I've ever had."

"I sure hope it was." It was for him, too. Levi hadn't expected such a perfect night, in all honesty; his self-doubt had always been creeping back up to pinch him back into reality. He was delighted by the fact that this feeling was now virtually gone. Levi paused, his face regaining its seriousness. "How do you feel?"

Eren tried his best to sit up, managing only to drop back onto the pillows. He was laughing, though, a similar, uncontrolled, unedited, pure laugh as the one he had let out when they had crashed into the room. "I can't feel my legs."

Levi was chuckling as well, his voice slightly lower than Eren's. He wrapped an arm around him softly.

"I really like you, Levi," Eren whispered.

"I really like myself too."

"You're such a dick!" exclaimed Eren, playfully pushing Levi's arm away.

"Tch," replied Levi, rolling his eyes. "I like you too, Eren, don't worry," he smirked.

"Piece of shit..."

"Admit it. I'm fucking amazing. Especially after doing that to you..."

"Fuck you," groaned Eren through a smile. "How is your eyeliner still so perfect? After all that?"

"It's waterproof."

"That exists?"

"I know my makeup," stated Levi proudly.

"God, you're so punk."

"You love it."

"I do, actually."

"I'm too tired to take it off, though," sighed Levi, rolling over onto his back. "What time is it?"

"Eleven fifty-six. It's still your birthday."

"That was a pretty great birthday present."

"I'm glad."

"Listen, Eren, do you want to go out together tomorrow? You know, just sit in a café and talk. Boring shit, I know, but..." He sounded needy and he knew it, but Levi wanted desperately to know more about him. He wanted to find out every little thing Eren liked, the things that made him tick and the things that made him rave, what they had in common and what they could both learn from each other -

"That actually sounds perfect," murmured Eren, running his fingers through Levi's hair. "We could go see the ice sculptures at the park..."

"And buy those fucking roasted chestnuts," he added. Damn it, now he was the cheesy one, but whatever. "I've always kind of wanted to try some of those."

Eren smiled. "We could definitely do that. And just take a walk and relax together."

"And I'll laugh when a pigeon shits on your head."

"Oh my god, Levi, this is what I love about you," laughed Eren. "I actually am tired though..." he yawned. "Do you mind just staying right here with me for the night?"

"Where else would I go, shit for brains?"

"Um..."

"Of course I'll stay here."

"Thank you."

After getting settled and turning off the lights, Levi whispered a soft goodnight, earning a quiet reply from Eren. They fell asleep in moments, curled up against each other like spoons, Levi's hand on Eren's chest and his head resting against the warm crook of his neck.

XxX

Levi woke up extremely conscious of how he smelled, how the body next to him smelled, and how the room in its entirety stank of sex.

Fuck, he thought to himself as he glared blearily at the crumpled clothes and underwear on the floor. Cleaning up was going to be such a pain.

He gently pressed a kiss to Eren's head, ruffling his hair lightly so that he wouldn't disturb his sleep. It had definitely been worth it.


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