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Eren stood in a shopping aisle, debating whether to return the bottle of Ketchup he so sorely needed in favour of bread or forgo lunch for the week for flavoursome chips.
He supposed there would be spare bread at home, he did live with four other people after all, not that he would even consider stealing Sasha's food, the girl would rip his heart right out.
Then again there would probably be plenty of Ketchup in his friend's cupboards as well, that would be far easier to sneakily take.
He placed the Ketchup on the shelf among the bread rolls before grabbing a loaf. He could always stop off at Burger King on the way home and stock up on the little packets of sauce.
Once his dilemma had been resolved he turned to push his trolley and continue his shop only to freeze in his spot when he noticed a familiar black haired man walking ahead of him.
It was Rivaille.
His heart stuttered slightly at the sight, after dreaming of him every night for a week he was finally seeing the man again. He remembered the promise he'd made last time before springing into life, heading in the general direction he'd seen the other man leave, hoping to find him again.
He wandered up aisles aimlessly, hope sinking with each route as he failed to find Rivaille again. Right when he was about to give up he found him, leaning casually against the handle of his trolley, phone pressed to his ear as he stared hard at the magazine rack.
"I'm looking but they don't have the one you want." Rivaille sighed, rubbing his head in frustration.
Eren edged closer and pretended to search the shelves so that there meeting would seem like a pure coincidence.
"I have checked and it's not here." He groaned. "Really? You want me to check again?"
In anger Rivaille reached forward and grabbed the collection of Cosmopolitan magazines, keeping his phone secure between his ear and his shoulder.
"White bikini, white bikini, red bikini, white bikini." He listed, flicking the magazines back onto the shelf. "Red bikini, red bikini, white bikini, red bikini, oh and a white fucking bikini." He cried, Eren jumping slightly at his raised voice.
"Nope, no green bikini." He said, his voice quickly losing his anger as he listened to the voice on the other end. "I know you want the green one sweetie, but it's not here."
Eren watched intently as Rivaille began to deflate, a sad smile on his face as he listened to the other person on the phone. How he wished he could go and ask who he was talking to, was it the same person who he spoke to last time? But Eren knew he would never have the courage to ask him. And a small part of him feared the answer he may receive.
"Look, I'll stop at the news agents on the way home and see if they have any there. If not we'll just have to go shopping for a green bikini." He offered. "Yeah, I might treat you if you behave yourself."
He laughed down the phone but the smile never grew, his overall expression never cheered up. Was he truly happy in this relationship? Not that it was really Eren's place to get involved.
"Okay, I'll be home soon." Rivaille offered, Eren getting slightly excited at the prospect of the conversation ending soon. "Love you too."
There it was again. Simple three word phrase that held so much feeling and somehow it affected Eren more than it should do. Upset him more than was acceptable of a man he'd met once in his life.
"Shit, sorry!" Rivaille said as he pushed his trolley into Eren's causing the metal to slam into his hip.
"Oh, it's fine." Eren smiled, glancing up from the magazine he pretended to be reading.
When their eyes met Rivaille's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his head cocked to one side as he tried to place the familiar face.
"Eren?" He asked, Eren's palms sweating at the recognition.
"Yeah, hi." He replied, his voice higher than he'd ever heard it.
"How goes it?" Rivaille casually asked, not bothering to ask if Eren remembered him, although how could anyone forget a man like Rivaille.
"Not too bad thanks, you?" He swallowed nervously.
"I'm stood in the middle of a shop searching through girl's magazines, what do you think?" He rolled his eyes. "So, Good Housekeeping?"
He shot him a confused look and Rivaille gestured to the magazine in his hand, Eren blushing as he finally realised what he had grabbed in his hast.
"Yeah, you can never have enough recipes for scones." He joked, placing the magazine back on the rack.
The subject of the phone call was obviously over and there was no more of an explanation for him. But why should he explain himself to Eren, he didn't owe him anything. They were just two men who happened to have had sex, no feelings between them, no connection.
"Did you have a good birthday?" Rivaille asked, pushing his trolley down the aisle as Eren unconsciously fell into line beside him.
"I think you know the answer to that question." Eren muttered, heating up slightly as he thought back to that night.
"Have to check these things, don't want to appear big headed even though I know I'm excellent in the office." He joked, smirking up at Eren as they walked.
"I've been thinking about that night." He ventured nervously.
"Really? Thinking about me when you're alone?" He winked, Eren blushing profusely at the simple action. "Tell me what you do to yourself."
"What? Here?" He squeaked, glancing around the shop at the other patrons, all seemingly blind to their conversation.
"Yeah, come on gorgeous, tell me." Rivaille purred, stopping in his tracks and looking up at Eren expectantly.
"I think about you when I'm in the shower." He whispered for Rivaille's ears only.
"And what do you do?" He pressed, taking a step closer to the boy so their chests were pressed together.
"I push my fingers inside myself and I imagine they're yours. That your searching inside me to find that spot that will drive me wild." He said in hushed tones, praying he doesn't get hard in the middle of the frozen food aisle.
"Hmm." Rivaille moaned. "Tell me more."
"When I'm touching my cock I imagine it's you in front of me. That my fist is actually your tight, perfect ass that I'm pounding into." Eren told him, gaining more confident.
"You're getting me all excited, big boy." He fanned himself slightly to support the statement.
"When I cum I imagine it's shooting on your pale, sculptured back."
"That sounds amazing." He responded breathlessly, as if everything Eren was describing had just happened.
"How about a repeat performance?" He asked, his body begging for Rivaille's touch again.
"God I want to." He said, taking a step back and breaking their contact. "But I only work nights, kid. This is my time."
"Tonight then." Eren offered, feeling embarrassingly desperate. "Same place at about 10?"
"Alright hun, I'll see you tonight." He smiled, pushing his trolley away as Eren stood their completely shell shocked.
He was going to see Rivaille again tonight, he was going to finally regain the experiences he was dreaming off, feel the pleasure he was craving.
"Wait!" Eren called out after his retreating form. "How much will this cost me?"
"Ask your friend." Rivaille shouted back, swiftly turning and vanishing, once again, from Eren's sight.
At least until tonight.
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"Sash!" Eren called as soon as he entered his house, waddling into the kitchen as he struggled under the weight of his shopping.
With a sigh he dropped the bags down, listening for the tell-tale sounds of Sasha bounding down the stairs but all he was greeted with was silence, and the slight rustling of whoever was in the living room.
"Sash!" He shouted again, still not hearing her.
He walked back into the hall until he was at the bottom of the stairs, knowing if she was taking an afternoon nap he'd have a better chance of waking her up now.
"Sasha!" He cried. "I have chocolate!"
Truthfully, he wasn't really interested in seeing her right now but wherever there was Sasha, Connie wouldn't be far behind and he needed to have a quick chat with him about just how much tonight would set him back.
"She's out Jaeger." Jean called from the living room, Eren groaning slightly at both the sound of his voice and the situation.
"Well where is she?" He asked, walking into the room to see him and Marco cuddling on the sofa while watching some trashy wedding show, definitely Marco's pick.
"She's gone out for ice cream or something with Connie." Marco supplied.
"How old are they?" Eren rolled his eyes. "Do you know when they'll be back?"
"Not until tomorrow, Connie's having a party at his tonight. Which we've all been invited to by the way." Marco told him with a smile.
"Ah, not tonight for me. Got a huge presentation tomorrow that I haven't even started yet. All-nighter for me." He lied, hoping the house would be empty when he snuck out and back in again tonight.
"Aw, that's a shame. Maybe next time." Marco smiled, standing up and stretching out his back.
Eren glance towards the TV to see the adverts begin, the usual time Marco would deem it time to go to the toilet. Without an explanation he walked out the room, leaving the two frenemies alone.
"Why do you need to see Sasha?" Jean asked, eyeing Eren with curiosity.
"I don't, need Connie actually." He told him.
"Alright, why do you need to see Connie?" He corrected his question.
"Just need to talk to him about something." He shrugged.
"About?" He pried.
"Nothing exciting."
"Stop being so cryptic, you're making me actually care what you need to know." Jean moaned.
"Shame it's nothing to do with you." Eren smirked, making his way back into the kitchen to put his food away.
"Come on Eren, just tell me." Jean whined, following after the other boy.
"Why does it bother you so much?" He asked.
"I'm just intrigued, so put me out of my misery." He begged, grabbing a packet of crisps out one of Eren's shopping bags.
He quickly pulled the crisps out Jean's hands before he could eat them and placed them in his cupboard. He groaned inwardly, the one-time Connie wasn't here and Eren was desperate to see him. He guessed he could always ask Jean how much it had cost but he really didn't want to have that conversation.
"So, what is it?" Jean asked again, finally breaking Eren with his persistence.
"Fine, I was going to ask how much my birthday present had set you guys back." He growled, slamming the cupboard door shut with a bang.
"Why do you care about that it's not as if… Oh. I see. Pulling an "all-nighter" are we?" Jean smirked while making quote marks with his fingers.
"No, that's not why I want to know." Eren blushed, thankful his face was buried in the fridge, affectively hiding his flushed cheeks.
"Then why?" He asked, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.
"Well I expect it cost you guys quite a bit so I was going to offer to pay you back." He shrugged.
"It was a birthday present, forget about it." He said smugly, quite clearly seeing through Eren's lie.
"It must have been expensive, at least half of it then." Eren tried, but it seemed Jean wouldn't be moved.
"It was a gift. Who pays people back for a birthday gift?" He asked.
"Fair point." He sighed. "Just settle my curiosity then, how much?"
"Why do you need to know? Unless you'll be shelling out for it again." He grinned, knowing he had Eren completely cornered.
"You're right, I guess I don't need to know." He relented.
"Exactly."
"Jean!" Marco's voice shouted from the other room. "Four Weddings is back."
"Coming Marky Marc." He called back, unfazed by the nickname that used to make him blush. "Catch you later Jaeger."
Jean quickly saluted him before sauntering out of the room, leaving Eren glowering as he was no closer to finding out how much money he would need to take tonight.
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Eren fell with a sigh onto his bed, fishing his phone out his pocket and scrolling through his contacts until he found Connie.
"Hey Eren, what's up?" Connie said as he answered the phone.
"Not much, you busy?" He asked, subtly finding out if Sasha would be listening to their conversation.
"Nah, just trying to block out snores from Sash's ice cream induced coma." He complained. "So what can I help you with?"
"Settle a concern of mine. You and Jean didn't pay more than £100 each for my birthday did you?" He asked, knowing if they had he'd be struggling to pay for tonight.
"I think we did actually. I mean I was pretty drunk at the time but I think it set me back." He laughed.
"How much?" Eren asked, sitting up on his bed with interest.
"Well the guy cost £100 an hour and then the hotel room was £70 so we spent £270 overall." He said working out all the maths, Eren's blood turning cold at the price.
That would eat up all the money he had for the rest of the month and they were only two weeks into April. He supposed he did have an overdraft for a reason, granted it was for when he could barely scrap enough together for food not for an expensive date.
"Wow, pricey gift." Eren managed a fake laugh at his comment.
"I know, you're lucky we love you so much." He joked.
"Makes me feel all special inside. Listen, I got to cut this short just remembered I'd promised to call my mum." And maybe beg for a little extra cash, he added silently.
"Fair enough. The beast is stirring anyway." He told him.
"Hey!" A sleepy Sasha called out loud enough for Eren to hear.
"Good luck with her." Eren smiled.
"Cheers mate." Connie laughed, hanging up the phone.
Once he was gone Eren closed his eyes and gently ran his fingers through his hair, trying to work out the best way to get his mum to pity him and help to support his funds. He supposed telling his mother he needed the money to pay for a male escort wasn't his best angle.
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"Ah! ... Uh!" Eren moaned, soon forgetting about how much money he'd spent tonight when he felt himself helplessly thrusting into Rivaille's hot, wet mouth.
Rivaille hummed in appreciation as the head of the cock hit the back of his throat, the vibrations going through the length and right into Eren's core.
"Today, I was thinking we could try something different." Eren managed to pant out.
At the sound of his voice Rivaille pulled back with a wet pop, sucking the small pearls of pre-cum clean before he spoke.
"Really? And what's that?" He asked, leisurely running his fisted hand up and down Eren's shaft.
"I want you inside me." He hissed, breath hitching in pleasure.
"Interesting." Was all Rivaille offered in response.
He increased the pace that he pumped his cock, mouth hung open wide in anticipation of his inevitable release. Eren's eyes begged to flutter closed in ecstasy but forced himself to keep them open, to fully appreciate the experience. With a sharp intake of breath Eren came, showering Levi's face and mouth with the milky white liquid.
As he came down from his high he felt breathless at sight as Rivaille looked up and grinned through his cum stained face. He looked unbelievably sexy with cum sliding down his cheeks, small pearls gathered on his eyelashes, a white puddle captured on his tongue.
Without breaking the eye contact, Rivaille reached over to the bed side table and grabbed the complimentary glass and spit out Eren's release.
"You had a lot to give didn't you baby?" He said, reaching for the cloth on the table and whipping his face and Eren's now limp dick free of any cum.
Rivaille carelessly dropped the cloth and scrambled to his feet, gently brushing away Eren's sweaty bangs from his forehead before straddling his naked lap.
"Now, about what you said earlier." He said, pressing their lips together.
"Hmm?" He hummed, pushing his tongue into Rivaille's mouth, exploring and caressing, still tasting the salty tang on his lips.
As the kiss deepened Rivaille began to move his hips, grinding down against the crotch that was pressed against his own. The material of his jeans rubbed against the bare skin of Eren's cock with each roll of his hip, slowly arousing the young boy once again.
Rivaille pulled back and pressed his face against Eren's neck, peppering kisses on the sensitive skin, his hips never halting in their rhythm.
"I'm on board with a switch in our positions." He murmured, his hot breath creating damp patches on his skin. "In fact I'm dying to bury myself deep in this ass."
"Ah!" Eren cried out as he felt Rivaille squeeze and separate his cheeks.
"But one slight problem, gorgeous." He said, leaning back slightly to look Eren in the eye. "I don't do prep, if we were to do this that would all be on you."
"I can do that." Eren nodded eagerly.
"Fabulous." He grinned, climbing off Eren's lap and walking over to his coat.
Eren watched as he fished into his pocket and produced a small bottle of lube. With a smirk he tossed the lube into his lap.
"Knock yourself out tiger." Rivaille winked.
Eren pushed himself back onto the bed so his head was resting on the pillows and his legs were bent at the knees, his whole body exposed after Rivaille had eagerly underdressed him almost the moment he'd walked into the room. He fumbled slightly with cap of the bottle before pouring a generous amount onto his fingers and gently rubbing them together to warm up the liquid.
Watching him closely Rivaille pulled his shirt over his head, showing off the movement of his muscles as he moved, Eren practically drooled at the sight. The trousers quickly followed the shirt until he was stood in just his silk boxers. Another one of Rivaille's rules it appeared, he undressed himself each time, how many more were there that Eren didn't know about?
"What are you waiting for?" Rivaille asked, climbing onto the bed and sitting back onto his knees.
"I was too busy watching the show." He quipped.
"It's all for you babe." He smirked, leaning forward pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "But now it's time for my show."
He sat back and crossed his legs, looking at Eren expectantly, who was suddenly felt nervous. He had plenty of practice exploring himself, he knew exactly what he liked, exactly what felt good, but he'd never had an audience before for such an intimate act.
With a deep breath Eren pushed one finger inside himself, moaning slightly at the intrusion. He glanced down at Rivaille to see him gently lick his lips as he watched the finger get swallowed by the eager hole.
Confident with Rivaille's reaction, Eren began to thrust his finger in and out, gasping as he pleasured himself, eyes fluttering shut. He slipped in another finger and scissored the digits to prepare himself for Rivaille's throbbing cock.
Rivaille swallowed thickly as he watched Eren writhing on the bed, it'd been a long time since he'd seen a sight like this. Not many of his clients wanted to bottom, and very few of those looked quite so delicious fingering themselves. He watched as Eren tried to press his fingers deeper inside himself, Rivaille knew exactly what he was searching for but at the angle he was clearly failing.
He reached over for the lube and poured some on his own fingers, ready to provide some much needed help despite his previous rules. He crawled towards Eren and softly pulled his fingers out and away from his hole.
"Rivaille?" Eren stuttered, eyes flying open at the unexpected contact.
"You looked so amazing." Rivaille whispered, trailing kisses along his chest. "I wanted to have a go myself."
Rivaille slipped a finger inside and took a nipple into his mouth in unison, Eren's body felt on fire at the two different yet incredible sensations.
"You were struggling earlier weren't you?" Rivaille asked with a gentle nip to the bud.
"Yes." He panted as he felt another finger enter him.
"Kept searching but you couldn't find the right spot." He teased, fingers dangerously close to his prostate but never giving Eren the satisfaction of a touch.
"Rivaille, please!" He begged, pushing himself down on the fingers.
"Oh, is that what you want?" He asked, lightly brushing the nerves.
The small touch was enough for a subtle jolt of pleasure but it wasn't what Eren needed, he needed Rivaille to pound into his prostate, never relenting until he was seeing stars.
"More." He demanded but Rivaille seemed more than happy to continue his teasing.
"More?" He questioned, slipping a third finger and loosening his hole with a scissoring motion. "Are you ready for my cock?"
"God, yes!" He cried, needing to be filled.
Abruptly Rivaille pulled his fingers out, Eren whining at the loss of contact.
"Get on your knees." Rivaille instructed, climbing off the bed and pulling his boxers off.
"What?" Eren asked, turning to look at the other man who was currently tearing open the condom packet.
"If it's your first time it will hurt less from that angle, trust me." He reassured him, sliding the condom on his erect dick.
"Okay." He nodded, flipping his body over so that he faced down into the mattress.
Rivaille climbed back on the bed and knelt behind him, he leant forward and kissed down his back, Eren gasping as he felt the head of his cock pressed hard against his entrance.
"Are you ready?" Rivaille asked, lightly grasping his hips.
"Yeah." He whispered in anticipation.
Slowly Rivaille pushed himself inside, Eren's hole eagerly swallowing him until he was fully sheathed.
Eren's whole body shook with his new feeling, the feeling of being fully filled, the feeling of being fully claimed. It felt incredible, he had never felt so satisfied before.
"I'm going to move now." He told him, Eren only nodding in response not trusting his voice right now, it would just sound like a desirable mess.
Gently Rivaille rolled his hips, offering a few shallow thrusts to allow Eren to get used to the sensations before he picked up the pace, slipping out almost fully before slamming back in at full force. Eren helplessly grasped at the bedhead as his whole body shook with the other man's movements.
Rivaille angled his pelvis slightly in a way that he knew would hit Eren's prostate with each precision thrust. The head of his cock found the nerves and pressed hard, this time it wasn't a light brush but a firm massage causing Eren to scream out in pure bliss.
"Oh baby, I like that sound." Rivaille purred, pounding into that spot over and over just to hear Eren's cries and whimpers.
The more Rivaille hit that spot the quicker Eren found his stomach clenching and his hips bucking, signs that he was close to finishing. Everything felt perfect but the stark, white pillow that he was staring at as he neared his completion was not what he wanted.
"Stop!" Eren suddenly cried, Rivaille stilling his hips straight away.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, his voice full of concern.
"I want to see your face." He panted. "I need to see it when I cum."
"Jesus sweetie, you scared the shit out of me." He scolded, slapping Eren's cheeks.
He yelped at the spank as Rivaille pulled out, grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over onto his back.
"Better?" Rivaille asked, lining his hips up back in place, cock sliding between his cheeks.
"Much better." He agreed, tightly wrapping his legs around the man above him and pressing the heels of his feet into his back.
Taking the hint, Rivaille pushed himself back inside, Eren throwing his head back as he felt himself be filled once again. He didn't take it slow this time, starting fast and pounding mercilessly into Eren's tight heat.
"Oh, Jesus." Eren growled, know he was close to plummeting into orgasm.
Rivaille reached down between them, prepared to bring Eren to completion but as soon as he felt his thumb gently rub his slit he lost it, cuming hard, splattering both their chest. He knew he should have felt slightly embarrassed to have come so early but Eren was too wrapped up in pleasure to care.
"I barely had to touch you." Rivaille whispered to a breathless Eren.
He nodded mutely in response before the other man began to pull out, frantically he tightened his hold around his waist, not wanting to lose this contact.
"You need to cum." Eren frowned, causing the Rivaille to smile slightly at the cute pout he was sporting.
"I'll sort myself out." He shrugged, used to ending his nights with a quick hand job.
"No, finish inside me Rivaille." He pleaded, eyes widening.
"Alright if that's what you want." He nodded, rolling his hips and thrusting into Eren's tired body.
Each one of Eren's nerves felt on edge as his oversensitive body pulsed and massaged Rivaille's cock still deep inside his body. Eren felt the thrusts became erratic and ill-timed and he knew the man was nearing his own completion. With one final push Rivaille groaned loudly, Eren crying out with him as he felt his cock pulsating inside him as he released.
Rivaille stayed on top of Eren, balancing on wobbling arms as they stared into each other's eyes, trying to catch their breath.
"Wow." Eren breathed.
"Yeah. Wow." Rivaille grinned, rolling off the other boy and lying next to him on the bed.
The only sound between them was heavy breathing as Rivaille reached down and grabbed the cloth, cleaning both their chests and spent members before tossing the condom across the room into the bin. Eren watched as he carried out these simple actions, no doubt a routine for him now, Rivaille turned to look at him, meeting his eye once again.
"Let me guess, you want to cuddle again." He grinned as Eren blushed.
"If you'll let me." He smiled cheekily, looking completely endearing with his flushed face.
"Come here." Rivaille rolled his eyes, holding his arms open in invitation.
Eren smiled widely before shuffling into the awaiting arms, nuzzling his head into Rivaille's chest and listening to his still steadying heartbeat. Although the sex had been amazing this moment right now, this brief moment of complete intimacy, was beyond anything Eren had ever experienced. He felt completely safe and content in Rivaille's embrace.
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