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Chapter TextA deep creased remained in the center of his drawn brows. Lips barely parted with both corners pulled slightly back from discontent. A delicate touch of fingertips hovering over bruised skin of Eren's forearm. Eyes slowly assessed each discoloration. The, near bands, of purple circled around, and he knew, he regretted, that he was the cause.
Unlike the other patches of marred skin, the tender flesh tinted by passionate and fueled by lust, this area held a far different significance. It wasn't from desire, unlike the others. It wasn't summoned forth by caressing lips. It wasn't in a moment of bliss, air heavy with lust. It was raw, violent. The mix of purple, lime and yellow, not one of affection, but one of anger. A vicious remainder that he had, indeed, truly, physically hurt Eren.
Shifting his weight to the arm beneath him, he leaned down to kiss the tender flesh. He kept his head down, even after his lips left the skin. His eyes remaining closed, keeping his breath as close to silence as possible, listening to Eren's own steady rhythm of inhales and exhales.
His lips, his chin, his nose even, all remained but a hairs width away. The warmth seeping from Eren's arm to him. Warm and peaceful, blissful rest following a chaotic night. He was torn between how tender his heart felt, realizing just how his aggressive behavior had been and how good it truly elated it felt, to have Eren yield to him, just to please him.
Eren, whom was not the type to be timid or hesitant. Eren, who could never be described as, submissive in the slightest. Who wouldn't falter, who remained determined and headstrong through every challenge or obstacle. Stubborn and unrelenting in pursuit of what he wanted.
Eren, whom for him, could be bashful or weak kneed. Eren, who for him, could be obedient, even docile. Who pushed him to his limits, challenged him and pressed forward. Persistent and uncompromising, when it came to him and their relationship. For himself, and no one else.
It was proof that Eren was willing to do anything to please him. Even if that meant, going as far as, swallowing his pride. Perhaps, even, his very own self-regard. The thought of what extent Eren would or could go for him and he alone, sent chills up his spine. The feeling causing him to, involuntarily, pull back on his shoulders and roll his spine as it ran through him.
A soft sigh passed between Eren's even breaths. Levi's attention drawn to the two appendages, nude with the slightest tint of pale pink. Moist as they fluttered minutely with each pass of air. Soft murmuring, to quiet to hear as he slept on.
The kid had always been a deep sleeper, unlike Levi, himself. At least when it came to noise, Eren would barely stir, however, to the touch, he was quite sensitive.
Levi propped his head onto his hand and extended his other out to brush the tips of his fingers across the soft tissue. He chuckled as Eren's nose twitched, eyebrows scrunching as if to sneeze before relaxing again with a small huff.
Pleased with the reaction, he did so once more, this time, trailing his fingers up his cheek towards his ear then lightly back over to his nose. Eren's arm shot up, as his face pursed and twitched, rubbing at the offending area before rolling on his side, facing Levi. His mouth clapped together noisily, nose scrunching once more with a sniff.
With the shadow of a smile, Levi lightly kissed the tip of his nose, "You're too cute brat."
The brunette shifted once more, hand finding its way to Levi's chest. Fingers curled against his skin as Eren licked his lips in his sleep. With a pull of his lip, he grinned. He couldn't help but want to tease him. The vulnerability Eren displayed was too good a chance to pass up, and any resemblance of normality between them was dutifully needed in light of the previous night. Levi bowed his head down to kiss at the hairline of Eren's forehead.
"Eren."
He called gently.
"Eren."
At the lack of response, his smirk widened. Reaching out he pinched Eren's nose between the joints of his pointer and middle fingers.
"Oi, brat."
With a shark intake of breath, and a snort that could rival Babe, the pig, Eren's eyes shot open, his hand snatching Levi's. The haze of sleep, left him in an unaware panic. A series of 'wha-', 'whats', and curses leaving his lips as Levi releases his nose with a soft laugh.
"Relax," Levi goaded as he reached to release Eren's tense grip from his wrist. Without realizing it, he accidently curled his fingers against the tender area of the brunette's arm. With a small hiss, jolt and even a flinch to accompany the two, Levi's expression fell immediately. The atmosphere completely shattered; his heart, seemingly, stuttering in his chest.
Levi released his grip quickly. Drawing his hand back to his body. The way Eren's eyes sparked when he grabbed his wrist… Fright, clear as day. He was afraid.
"Eren…"
The brunette took in a breath, head clearing as he began to wake and become more aware. Subconsciously, Eren had grabbed the injured arm and gently rubbed at it; in a way to sooth it. Awkwardly, his eyes briefed off to the side, before they fidgeted between Levi and his pillow.
The older male opened his mouth to apologize, but the words fell short. He couldn't truly apologize. Not because he didn't feel bad for hurting Eren. He did, he never wished to bring harm to Eren, but he didn't completely regret his actions; only that they got out of hand. If he were to be honest with himself, it excited him beyond words to have Eren repeat back to him everything he wished to hear. To apologize would be a lie, and he never wanted to lie to Eren.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
Eren shut his eyes as Levi reached out to brush back his bangs. A fruitless task, as the strands fell back over his forehead.
"I-I know…"
Levi's lips flattened in a moment of contemplation. Of course Eren would still be upset. Even after all the reassurances he received from Eren last night, he couldn't expect things to be OK right away. He couldn't expect it, but that didn't mean he didn't crave it.
Drawing his hand back, Levi shifted out of bed and moved toward the door.
"I'll make breakfast."
With a mere nod, Eren mutely acknowledged him. Levi paused, hand on the frame of the doorway, as he watched Eren, who was now, sitting up in the bed with his head hung low and shoulders slumped, still caressing his own forearm. The light that peered through their bedroom window cast the boy's back in shadow. Limited curves and features illuminated, his shoulder, the curve of his neck, the arch of his cheek bone and the highlight of his bed tousled hair.
Despite how beautiful he appeared in this light and shadow, the posture overrode the appeal, seeming to make his gesture come across as tragic. He was distraught, uneasy, and crestfallen, and Levi knew, he was the cause. With a bitter turn of his stomach, he forced himself into the kitchen to make something to eat, in spite of his, now lacking, appetite.
By the time he began plating breakfast, Eren had, already, quietly, settled at the table. Both plates in hand, he placed one down in front of Eren and took the seat across from his. Eren thanked him in a near whisper as he picked up his fork. It didn't go unnoticed to Levi that green eyes scanned over the small areas marring his skin before snapping their attention back on his food.
Levi licked his lips, averting his gaze. Another twinge of guilt twisting his stomach. Rather than dwell on the feeling, he dug the side of his fork into the corner of his homemade waffle, plucking it up with the utensil and popping it in his mouth.
It was sweet, something less akin to his tastes but it was what Eren liked most. A light sprinkle of confectionary sugar, a dollop of whipped topping and sliced strawberries. Without trying to draw attention, Levi drifted his vision to Eren. The brunette was lazily chewing a piece of his waffle, fork pushing around the slices of strawberry back and forth.
It was obvious they both were disinterested with the food before them. Their stomachs complicated by their rampant thoughts. When the silence between them grew too heavy and the apparent fact that neither would get more than a few bites down, respectively, Levi set his fork down.
The simple movement caused the brunette to sit up straighter in his chair, mimicking the action. He turned his lowered gaze to Levi, eyes refusing to keep still as they tried to find a point to comfortably focus on. Levi bit back the frown as he noticed the twitching line of vision. He was avoiding his eyes.
"You don't have to force yourself to eat."
Eren only nodded.
"I can make it again when you're feeling better."
Eren nodded once more, "Ok."
The voice was so meek, eyes still refusing to meet his. He knew this morning would go any way but smoothly, but he hadn't anticipated Eren downright evading him.
"Eren, talk to me. I can't read your mind."
At this, he watched the boy frown before finally meeting his eyes as he begins.
"I'm sorry… but last night…"
Eren's words faded off, ending with a bob of throat as he swallowed and broke their eye contact. Levi waited to speak. Silent, hoping Eren would elaborate. Torn between wanting to know and not wanting to face the repercussions of his outburst.
"Last night…," Levi offered in way to prompt him further.
"Last night," he continued, voice a bit shaken, "… I didn't… I've never…"
A gruff whine of annoyance slipped past the teen's lips, unable to find the words he needed.
"I scared you," Levi muttered, running a hand through his hair, dragging the palm to the back of his neck where he squeezed from his own aggravation of admitting the fact.
Eren paused for a moment, his lips parting as he spoke through a slow exhale, "It wasn't like you…."
Eren was right. It wasn't. It wasn't at all what he was like but the frightening fact remained, what he was, who he was, was beginning to morph and blur. He was as unpredictable to Eren as he was to himself. How could he reassure someone, as precious as Eren, when he could not convince himself?
Levi pushed back his chair and stood. Moving to Eren's side, he pulls his chair out. The legs of the chair peel against the tiled floor, groaning in the short distance it traveled. He watched the brunette's reaction, momentary shock settling over his features before he looked to him in question.
The raven only offered as soft a smile as he could muster, crouching down to sit on his heels. He pulled Eren's hands from his lap and held them in their own. Gently, he pulled the right toward him, pressing a soft kiss against the palm.
"You're right… I wasn't thinking. I don't know what came over me."
Squeezing Eren's hands in his own, he called his name to gather his full attention.
"I never meant to force you into anything you're not comfortable with."
Under his breath, Levi hadn't even realized he added, "I won't be like 'him'."
So mutely, Eren wasn't sure he heard it until he asked. The tension pulling at Levi's shoulders was a tell. The teen's brows worried as his mind tried to search for a theory. Just who was Levi referring to?
"Him?"
The raven waved him off. Thoughts itching at the back of his mind reminded him of how he scared he first felt when his father forced himself on him. His chest felt constricted as the memory invaded him. For both Eren and his reassurance, he placed Eren's open palm against his cheek and leaned against it, taking a deep breath.
"We can stop. I'll stop. I won't press you, Eren."
The words were hushed but firm and the thought that followed begged Eren within in his mind.
'I just need you to stay with me. Stay, because I can't be responsible for myself if you ever leave.'
"Leevi…"
The pet name rolled off Eren's tongue and released any tension he had left in his shoulders. It was always unnerving whenever Eren abandoned the endearing pronunciation. It was always an easy indicator that something was wrong, and though Levi knew and expected exactly what had been wrong and what probably still was wrong, it still pained him. Eren's fingers lightly scratched at the short undercut at the side of Levi's scalp with a small smile. The subtle expression melted Levi against the touch, his hand atop Eren's, lacing themselves around his fingers.
"I don't want that. You've always done everything for me. You've always looked out for me, and I've always… will always… look up to you. You're normally so gentle… So, I was just… shocked. I was scared, but I don't want to stop."
As if to drive his point home, Eren placed his other palm against Levi's opposite cheek and leaned in closer. Barely an inch separated their faces from each other.
"It's the same for me, I need you. I am yours as much as I want you to be mine. Leevi, I want you, more of you, all of you. I love you. I really love you. I just… I don't want it like that… It felt wrong. It's the only time I ever felt that way, and I know you didn't mean it… I know… Leevi, I…"
"Eren."
The commanding voice shut him up mid-sentence, but the authoritative tone did little to mask the rare genuine smile Levi only showed to him.
"Show me."
"Huh?"
Levi chuckled at his expression, somewhere between a mix of flustered and dumbstruck. It only encouraged him to tease further. Clasping both hands in his, he drew Eren to his feet to stand, nearly flush, against him.
"I said… Show me, Eren."
Leaning on his toes for a bit more height, Levi whispered over the center of his ear. The tone of his voice dropped lower, damp and husky, as his words blew over Eren's ear, "Show me how you want me."
It was like a dam broke and given way, propelled forward, an unstoppable force. Any tepidness Eren had shattered along with his restraints. The brunette's hands curled over Levi's hips, one midway between his left cheek and lower back and the other grabbing the thigh just below his ass on the right. As soon as his hands met their destination they lifted and pushed Levi's hips forward into his own. Green eyes masked behind lids, as he ground his hips in the same motion.
A rushed sound left Levi's lips, the hand gripping the top of his thigh, directly under his ass, just slightly ticklish and so sensitive in contrast to the one pushing at his back. Each grind of their hips met with a soft expulsion of air as their breaths quickened; excitement building. The fabric between them did little to hide their growing lust. Each and every move, that Eren initiated, sent Levi's body into overdrive; reactive to each brief or lingering touch.
Levi was, honestly, a little surprised at how demanding he was. Lips were finding every patch of skin to caress between his cheek and shoulder, and every so often, Eren would draw his lips over his teeth to mouth over an area of skin he wanted to nip. The odd sensation of soft flesh pushed against his own by Eren's teeth, left just enough pressure to make him shiver without hurting the skin. It was teasing, in a way, which actually left him wanting to feel the sharp edges of his canines threatening to break into his skin.
For as rambunctious and forward as he was, Eren was fairly reserved and shy when it came to the physical aspect of their relationship. For the most part, Levi would be the one to take charge, spoiling Eren with his touch, tongue, and mouth. And while Eren did want to pleasure him as well, he always hesitated; he was nervous, unsure of himself, he assumed.
If Levi had to guess, knowing Eren as well as he did, his pride was what made him so reluctant to lead. The brat was probably paranoid of screwing up; doing something wrong or ruining what seemed so delicately developing between them.
Though, with the way Eren was currently charging lustfully forward, you would never suspect him to hold back in the slightest. Every motion, every touch, every kiss, every whisper of a moan, was a complete contradiction to how bashful he had been.
Ironic, that he was introverted at all, when some time prior to this romance, Eren had been jerking off with his name on his lips as he came, lying right beside him. He was bold then, it only served to confuse the image of a reticent boy, an image which he was very much shattering at the moment.
"Is this all you want Eren," Levi's words stroked his ear, "to dry fuck me in the kitchen?"
Levi succeeded in tinting Eren's ears red; watching as the flushed hue enveloped from his cheeks to the tip of his ears. A sign of his embarrassment and inexperience. Dirty talk, as he saw it, had a profound effect on fucking up any logic left of his sex driven, liquefied brain. This time, it only seemed to provide that much more incentive.
Eager steps pushed him backwards with a throaty, "Bedroom."
"Ho," Levi turned the sound into a question, quite pleased with the dynamic shift in Eren's role.
He wasn't fumbling, as noticeably anyway, and he wasn't stuttering or adverting his eyes. He was direct, headstrong and obstinate as he truly was at heart. This Eren, the one who stood unshakeable in his resolve, he loved the most.
Each step he took backwards, was another advance of Eren's avidity. His hands drifted under his shirt, the hand under his ass gripping tighter and massaging as far down as he could reach. The process of stumbling backwards, proved to wear Eren's patience. With a grunt of annoyance, he easily, much to further Levi's surprise, dropped his other hand to the same position on his opposite leg and hoisted him up, wrapping his legs around his waist.
The added height of the sitting position, allowed Eren to reach his chest. The raven's head flew back, neck arching as his back bowed, with a shocked moan. The provocation of Eren's lips, teeth and tongue setting on his clothed chest and collar bone roused him all the more.
He wanted more, even more. He wanted Eren bare against him. He wanted to feel these confident flurry of affection, as physically raw as the emotions shrouding them. He wanted to goad him further. He wanted to explore just how thirsty he was; how far he would go.
Opportunity presented itself the moment he found Eren shifting them onto the bed. Left knee pressed against the mattress and the other remained on the floor for balance, careful to lower Levi and himself down to the bedding comfortably, without jostling him.
When Eren pulled back, after a particularly sensual kiss, the shorter of the two stared in wonder at the hazy eyes above him. The cloud of lust in his eyes drew a smirk across his features. The teen, puzzled by the expression, tilted his head slightly in question. A small smile of his own appearing. The likes of which you gain when you don't quite catch the joke, but want in on the fun.
Oh, Levi would lead him into the fun alright. Right by the collar.
"Eren, I need you to articulate for me... Tell me, exactly…," he hung on that last word, accentuating it before he continued, "What it is you want to do with me."
Eren's smile nearly evaporated, twitching back in place incredulously, "How can you even use a word like that right now?"
"Apparently, unlike you, I can use both my brain and my dick at the same time," Levi teased, and the wise crack didn't go without consequence. Not that he would complain.
"Funny," Eren breathed out with fake offense.
A hand made its way under his shirt, pressing him further back, it rove over every trace of taunt muscle and reached his nipple with a light pinch. He couldn't fight back the image of being pinned down all those years ago, but in comparison to that time, he now felt calm, ready… happy. This wasn't forced, it was what he wanted, what Eren and he wanted. And while the haunting image stained the back of his mind, it didn't affect him enough to deter him from allowing the brunette to do whatever he so wished. Rolling over the bud with his thumb, the teen leaned forward a bit, locking their eyes as he spoke.
"I want to do more this time."
While his actions were resolute, the slight waver revealed what little trepidation he still had driving into this. Eren was still very much young, especially when it came to any and all things surrounding sex. Short of whatever convoluted ideas he gained through internet porn, or chatterbox hormonal peers, he didn't really 'know' what to do; how to do it.
Forcing Eren to move slightly up with him, he sat up on his elbows and quirked a brow. The knowing smirk, not once, leaving his lips.
"You'll have to be a little more specific, Eren."
He could tell, from the quiver of Eren's pupils that he was fighting the urge to look away. The raven felt he needed to enjoy this while he could, while Eren still was innocent and fresh to these sexual advances, while Eren would still get self-conscious, and before he shifted to be more flirtatious and coy. He wanted to remember every stretch of skin dyed in scarlet, every shaking word and forced syllable, every shy touch and reticent mannerism.
It was hard to decide whether he would miss the Eren of now, once they proceeded to 'broaden their horizons'. He was rather looking forward to this promise of this more commanding man leaning in on him from above. The way he chewed his lip, perhaps in delay to think of a response, reminded Levi, again, that he would eventually have to guide Eren through this. To that, he could feel himself pulse against the confines of his pants. A twitch, that did not go unnoticed but the one who felt it against his own, above him.
"I'm growing impatient brat."
"I…," Eren's voice nearly croaked and he fought his throat for clarity, "I want to have sex."
Levi's brow arched, impossibly further, "You aren't wasting anytime are you?"
The question was one asked in amusement, but this time Eren couldn't help but briefly advert his eyes.
"I-I want… Leevi, I want to have sex with you… I want us both to feel it. I-I want.. I want us to…"
Eren trailed off as he chanced a glance to the raven haired male, whom watched him under, now, scrutinizing eyes.
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
There was no stalling the firm nod and tight pressed lips, schooled into a look of determination. Levi would have chuckled at any other time, but instead, settled for reaching up to brush his thumb over the boy's cheek. Only his Eren could make such an uncompromising look appear 'cute'.
"How could I ever dream of refusing you," Levi's words were hushed as he sat up more, "I need you to take off your clothes for me Eren."
The brunette complied easily, save for the slight tremor in his hands. As Levi peeled away his own clothes, he prayed the tremor was more in part for the anxiety of what they were about to do and not lingering doubt.
Levi pulled himself back onto the bed, standing on his knees as he pulled Eren toward him to follow suit. The raven allowed his left hand to settle on Eren's hip, drawing him closer but not quite allowing their bodies to touch. The distance was maddening, just a hair's breath away, skin radiating the warmth that grew between each other, tempting them to press up against the comforting heat of their bodies.
Rather than succumbing, Levi met his right with Eren's own. Pushing the hand against his and moving it up between them, visible out of the corner of their eyes. He wanted Eren to feel safe, secure, unpressured, and he needed to feel the same for himself; as reluctant as he were, to admit it to himself.
Eren's eyes followed Levi's own to their joined hands. Such a simple and innocent gesture, seemed so much more complex and intimate. It wasn't till Levi spoke, did Eren's eyes looked back to his as they lingered a bit longer.
"If at any point this gets to be too much….," grey shifted onto green, "I want you to say so, no matter what. I want you to tell me to stop, and I'll stop, regardless of the circumstance. Do you understand?"
Eren nodded, a bit confused by the sudden severity of Levi's words. Though, he supposed it had to do with last night's events. Little did he know, the request had more to do with the dark past shrouding Levi's childhood.
"Eren, I need you to promise me," the hand at his hip slid up his body to hold the back of his head. The motion ensuring Eren was looking directly at him, leaving no room for him to lie. Levi would be able to see right through him if he were.
"This is my condition, think of it that way."
"Alright," Eren's hand gently squeezed the elbow of the hand resting behind his scalp, "I promise. If I feel uncomfortable at all, I'll let you know," after a pause and a glowing smile, "Thank you, Leevi."
While Eren didn't completely understand the reasons behind Levi's stipulation, he could fully appreciate his request at face value. As always, for him and only him, Levi was gentle and assuring. This was the Levi that loved him to no end, and cherished him likewise. This was the Levi he wanted the most; the one who held eyes and impassioned sentiments only for him and no one else.
Bringing their fingers to his lips, Levi trailed his tongue from the base to the tip of Eren's index; the appendage brushing between his own as he did so.
"I want you to watch, carefully," the way that last word rolled off his tongue could be considered a sin, "And do… Everything… I do. Ok, Eren."
Eren's voice shook, as a shiver of anticipation crept up his spine, "Y-Yes, Leevi."
"Good boy," Levi smirked, keeping interlocking their arms he drew his hand away from Eren's and brought his index and middle fingers to his mouth.
Sucking them in, Levi left his lips parted for Eren to see. His tongue swirled around the digits, lapping at them as he drew his head back then pushed his mouth over them again. Eren watched, mouth agape, as he felt arousal stirring below more than ever. The lewd image of the one he loved the most, dragging his bottom teeth and lip along his fingers, tongue dancing between, around, and over, stunned him. It took another amused grin, and half lidded eyes staring up into his to get him to move.
He mimicked Levi, as best he could, with his own fingers. He thought it odd at first, why he had to do this to himself, but with the sight before of Levi doing such a provocative act to himself, made it clear as polished crystal. Eren could feel himself turning red, noticing the trail of saliva building around both their fingers. Mortified, at the idea, of possibly being sloppy enough to drool and embarrass himself.
Extracting his wet fingers from his mouth, Levi's voice seemed to have lowered hotly, "Very good, Eren. This will feel strange at first, just focus on doing the same for me, Ok?"
A hand, at his waist, drew their bodies closer. Levi pressed their chests together, now completely erect on their knees and bodies pushing together to hold them in place. The two sucked in a breath and gasped, respectively, as their hot arousals finally came in contact. They pushed against each other and eventually arched up, enclosed between them, below their belly buttons. Unlocking their arms in favor of reaching behind him, Levi traced his wet fingers over Eren's entrance, shuddering, as seconds later, Eren did the same.
The tremble didn't go unnoticed by Eren, who couldn't speak; rather, he couldn't formulate words as the two fingers massaged slowly around and peeking through, only slightly, into the tight ring. The shorter male nipped at Eren's neck, all the way to his lips, to keep a distraction. He wanted to make Eren feel as comfortable as possible. He knew all too well how awkward and strange an invasion in this tense area could feel, and shamefully, he also knew how good it could potentially feel as well.
Though for now, he just wanted Eren to get a feel for it. He wasn't ready to that away from Eren just yet. More so, he was ill prepared for it, and more than ever, he wanted to take this opportunity to join with Eren and erase the feeling of that man, once and for all.
"Is this alright, Eren?"
Words fanned across his lips and the brunette could only mumble his agreement and force out the rest, "S'fine… It kinda feels good, strange, but s'good."
"Kiss me."
The demand was immediately answered. Eren's tongue tracing his lips before breaking past them and brushing his tongue. The raven, positive his fingers were coated enough, and silently hoping Eren's were as well; knowing the brat's usual half assed attention to detail, he wasn't chancing Eren coating his fingers and not getting them wet enough for the intrusion.
He pressed firmer, past the tight ring, twisting his wrist as he did so to comfortably slide in and coat him evenly. He pulled back and plunged in again. It wasn't till the third time he curled in the digit that he felt Eren's finger push into him.
He failed to starve off the initial reaction. His body tensing, though he knew better. Levi turned his head from Eren's, dropping his forehead against the boy's shoulder. His shoulders drawn up and bowed as he shuddered. He wanted to curse, but a low whine threatened to make its way, if he dared to try. Levi, too absorbed in trying to calm himself down, didn't realize Eren had frozen in place, as he had. Lids pressed tightly together over his eyes, Levi swallowed thickly to clear his throat to speak.
"Leevi… Are you alright?"
Wasn't he supposed to be the one concerned over the brat and not the other way around? Levi let out a breath, putting some ease into his shoulders.
"Keep moving, I'm fine."
He was amazed at how sure his voice sounded, and wasted no time in moving his fingers once again, the slow rhythm helping to bypass any more distress. Eren probably doubted him a bit still, because it took a bit longer for him to begin moving again. When he did, he remained attentive to the reaction of his every muscle, watching carefully as he caressed his back reassuringly. While the gesture soothed him, Levi still felt silly at reacting that way at all.
Once they both relaxed, and Levi focused solely on that fact that what he was doing, he was doing with Eren, and proceeded to edge in another finger. At the second, Eren bucked forward, the hot lengths between them, scorching against their skin, needing friction.
Unabashed, Levi and Eren moved their hips, forcing pressure between them with a hiss on their lips. Their hands busy with working behind and the other holding hips to keep them steady, their mouth's caresses and fervent grinding, made up for any ground lost between them.
Steeling himself, Levi pulled out his, once scissoring, fingers. That should be enough, he told himself, giving a squeeze to the firm cheek of Eren's bare ass. A soft moan left his lips as Eren pulled his fingers out as well, keeping true, he also took a portion of Levi's rump in his hand with a squeeze. The soft chuckle that followed split a smile on Eren's own features, happy to hear the melodious sound passing through kiss swollen lips.
"Lay back smart ass."
Eren's lopsided grin carried with him as he swung his legs forward on either side of Levi, and leaned back on his elbows. A bit sheepishly, Eren blushed, eyes focusing on the impressive length arching between Levi's legs.
It wasn't that he hadn't noticed or looked at it closely before, he certainly and undeniably had, but now it seemed so much more intimidating. It didn't take much, to put two and two together, and figure out just why they stretched each other. Though looking at him now, thicker than himself and a length just barely falling short of his own, he looked massive; like no amount of preparation could suffice enough to accommodate it.
"Relax…."
Eren hadn't realized the growing look of panic forming on his own face, the reality of the situation getting the best of him, but Levi assumed this is what would happen. This teen, this kid… had no experience when it came to sex. He was like a fish out of water as he drew conclusions from straight observation alone. Not that Levi's experience helped much but it at least gave him the mechanics and what not to do, but he didn't want to think any further than that.
What he did want to think about, is what kinds of faces Eren would be making in a few short minutes?
Bending at the waist, he wrapped his lips around Eren's erection and swallowed him without so much of a hint of warning. Eren's hips bucked into his mouth as he cried out but the unsuspected warm. His hand shooting out to thread and grip through raven locks as the other gripped at crumpling sheet. A cry of his name, spurred Levi on, as he wet every inch of the throbbing organ, making sure to coat it properly with help from his tongue.
With a groan, Levi pulled back with a pop.
"L-Leevi, you don't have too, ah!"
A firm grip at the base of his cock cut off his words, "I wasn't," Levi corrected. Waiting for Eren to peer through heavy lidded eyes.
"I needed to get you ready for me."
"Wha- are yo…. Fu-ck!"
By the time Eren managed to open his mouth, Levi had already settled his legs on either side of Eren's hips, and right before he could finish said sentence, pushed Eren's length completely inside him.
The raven's head and back arched, feeling like he could fall backward at any moment by the overwhelming sensation gripping his body and spreading him. Eren, whom he loved. Eren, whom he raised, Eren, Eren. Eren, who loved him and Eren who helped him grow in so many more ways than just age.
Eren who took away all his grief, his loneliness, his heartache and pain, and could easy bring it all back, simply, with the flick of a wrist. Eren who had cleansed him in so many ways, erased so many foul memories, and who, now, was clearing the one haunting trace of his past.
Eren sat up half way to hold onto Levi's lower back, stabilizing him as the shorter male straightened his legs, as much as he could. In the arched position, the crown of his head, slowly lowering to the mattress, he rolled his hips down, listening intently to each ragged breath that left Eren. He wanted to feel every shudder, hear every moan, and match it with vigor.
Eren's hands traced around his abdomen, eventually settling on the top of his hips and help grind him down against him. With both pairs of their legs extended, it made it a bit more difficult to move, but the strain proved more than worthwhile. Digging his heels into the mattress behind Eren and his shoulder blades and head supporting his weight as well, he maneuvered his hips up and down the length filling him; making sure to twist and grind his hips forward, back, and at times circling as he rested completely down to grind into him.
Eren met against each glide of his hips with his own thrusts. The two a mess of panting, moaning, and exertion. It wasn't long before finger tips bit painfully into his skin and he knew Eren was close. Eren would fill him. Eren would spill his seed inside his body and reclaim the space for his own. With this he would be truly his, in every sense of the word.
Confirming his nearly climax, Eren nearly shouted, his voice carrying in their bedroom. Echoing, alongside, the slap of their skin. When he heard his name called out in warning, Levi forced himself to sit up on Eren's hips to use his full weight to bounce his body. Wrapping an arm around Eren's neck and kissing him hard, Levi directed the hand on his hip to his weeping length.
"Let me cum with you," Levi moaned over his lips.
As sloppy as it was, just touching him and having Eren inside him, was enough to draw him close to orgasm. With his jaw hung low, eyes watching nearly predatorily at the look of ecstasy building on Eren's face.
"L-Lee—ah! I can't… I-I'm.."
"Eren," Levi growled as he felt himself begin to tighten, "Eren, now, cum. Fu—"
He could feel the warmth spread inside him, subtle as it was beside the, still throbbing, erection buried inside him. His own liquid heat spilling between their chests and stomachs. Their bodies falling still as every nerve seemed to radiate throughout them. Their heavy breathing did little to deter them from kissing, lazy tongues swiping over lips and weak nibbles on bottom lips.
Wrapping both arms around Eren's neck, he felt Eren stiffen under him. Levi's brow furrowed. Leaning back he made to question, but his throat was too constricted to do so. It wasn't until Eren's finger swiped away a stray tear that he realized he was crying.
"Leevi, does it hurt?"
Levi smiled, a choked laugh cracking past his lips, "No, no. It doesn't hurt at all."
"But Leevi… Why are you…?"
"Shut up brat, just…," brushing brown locks back from concerned green eyes, Levi smiled despite the dampness clinging to his cheeks, "Let's get cleaned up alright?"
Eren nodded dumbly, but didn't press the subject further. His mind still buzzing from the mornings events. How quickly the day had shifted from such an oppressive atmosphere to one of the single most elating days of his life, was bewildering. And to perplex him even more, Levi had been crying, actually crying. He'd never seen the man, not a day in his life, ever, in tears. Silent as they were, it still unsettled him, and more so coupled with Levi's initial reaction when they…. Eren's cheeks burned at the memory.
Levi, ignorant to the raging thoughts going on in the teens head, lifted himself up, and moved off the bed, hand cupped against his stomach to prevent the semen from dripping further down his abdomen. Eren followed his lead, doing the same to try and prevent further soiling their blankets. Had it been any other time, he wouldn't have been able to help but quietly laugh to himself at the thought of the field day Levi would have doing laundry later. Levi began to lead them to the bathroom but stopped short, so quickly that Eren nearly ran into him.
Turning on his heel, Levi faced Eren to place a single kiss on the bridge of his nose, a warm smile shifting into place; a smile rare for even Eren's eyes.
"Thank you."
"Thank you? For wha—?"
He wasn't allowed to finish, as Levi turned on heel once again, casting a beckoning hand in his direction, "Shower. Now, Eren."
Eren just smiled, shaking his head, just happy to see that whatever upset Levi, had come and passed, "Alright! Alright!"
They spent their time, leisurely soaking in the tub. A playful quip, here and there, and the first face bubble competition since Eren was ten, took place. Eren handing over the win to, a classic, Levi Santa. Though his own sad attempt at a troll, didn't go unappreciated by the telltale mirth that shone in Levi's grey eyes. He almost had him at his reenactment of an old cheesy comedy. Despite his protest, Eren had stepped out of the tub and scooped up a few handfuls of bubbles. One over each nipple, which he had to bend backwards to keep gravity from tearing away, one over his crouch and the last bit, another sad attempt at making a foam banana hovering over the crack of his ass.
'It's a banana split sundae.'
All he received, as he wagged his tail, was a pointed look, an index directing him back in the tub, and a face full of bubbles the moment he sat down. But Levi was just hiding that smile, he mocked a fake death scene and fell back in the tub.
Which led them to the present.
"Your acting skills are shit, and now I need you to mop up the bathroom while I clean these sheets. Some horny brat soiled them, very rude."
The tease was matched as Eren strode up to him, leaning down slightly to place a kiss behind his ear, "I don't recall that being one sided, Leevi."
"I never said it was one sided," Levi smirked kissing the back of his neck, "Rather, you claimed me didn't you? That makes all that cum your mess."
"Is that how it works," Eren questioning, feigning his belief in the statement.
"Of course, my cum was your cum, so your cum stained those sheets."
"Ah," Eren felt bold, perhaps it was the afterglow of sex that left him more confident, or maybe, as always, it was just Levi who could bring out the best, the worst, and everything in between out of him so easily.
"But with that logic, I am yours, and you are mine… so it's still 'our' cum and mutual horniness isn't it?"
"Touché," Levi leaned into his chest, a little perturbed that he had to actually look up to 'his' Eren.
"You are mine aren't you," Levi whispered as he wound his arms around his waist.
"And you're mine, Leevi," Eren reminded him.
"And I'm yours Eren," Levi kissed the still bare chest, grateful Eren didn't bother to throw on a shirt.
To be quite honest with himself, as he glanced off to the mirror in the corner of the bedroom next to their window, he wasn't quite sure he was 'done' for the day. He would blame Eren for his sudden brazen words. Steps carried them over, Eren blissfully unaware of Levi's attention, but willing to follow him anywhere regardless. A little fact that only further to warm Levi's heart and loins.
"I don't think you realize how perfect you are Eren," Levi side stepped and maneuvered behind the teen, circling his hand around Eren's hip and dipping down into his sweatpants.
Eren watched, both shy and fascinated by the reflection in front of him. The suggestive, pleased quirk of Levi's lips and the view looking down and in front of him, unable to escape his eyes. If he looked down, the purposeful movement beckoning him, resembled masturbating, but it was Levi's hand, Levi was touching him. The knowledge left his mind whirling around fantasies he had so many times before, of touching himself and imagining Levi was the one to do so, was happening in a way that shadowed that very personal act.
And when he looked forward, Levi reaching up to cup his jaw and force his gaze to the mirror, the lewd expression on his face and the triumph one spreading across Levi's left him weak at the knees. Levi who was his everything, Eren who was Levi's everything. They had each other, and they will have each other in every way possible. Eren knew now, had he seen anyone touch Levi, as Jean had appeared to be doing last night to him, he may have just reacted just as outlandishly.
Possessiveness was just a part of their dynamic, and he saw that more and more. Through this act, their confirmation, their shift into lovers, though their hearts and bodies and souls. Eren didn't want to share any of Levi's smiles, love or affection, he didn't want to share Levi at all, and he wondered, as Levi's hand worked at him, his hand gripping tight against the window sill as his moaned aloud without shame, how much more powerful were these emotions for Levi?
As if reading his thoughts, Levi glanced to the side and tore closed the curtain that had been slightly drawn back. Nipping at the nape of his neck, Levi muttered into the skin.
"This face, its expression and this body… they're only for me, Eren."
Blue eyes widened in horror. Every muscle in his body freezing as his mind screamed for him to move. The night before had scared him. He feared for himself. He feared for Jean and Mikasa. And most importantly, he feared for Eren.
And from what he just witnessed, what he just saw from their bedroom window, before the curtain was ripped back into place, he had every reason to be, more so than he ever could have imagined.
Notes: Honestly ~ I was going to go more into Armin's actions following this == but I want to give you guys a chapter - and cliff hangers are like... necessary sometimes ? maybe ? Don't throw rocks! haha Please continue to track any news/progress with this and my other fics on my tumblr : again I reiterate : my user names the same there - xoxstrifexox - please feel free to comment/chat/leave suggestions etc so on - I love hearing for you guys ~ 3 Til next time!
