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Notes: I won't talk much about this chapter because it's long but let's say it's important (I'm sorry if this is not how you pet play). Second: A-KON IS THIS WEEKEND which means the next few updates may take a while just because post-con cleaning and whatnot. If anyone is going to A-Kon (in Dallas), find me! I'll be cosplaying as Miku Hatsune and Levi (mostly Levi) *3* So until then, happy reading! And I hope y'all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it x3

Blue and grey paint splattered the canvas to create an underwater scene. It was a little out of the ordinary, but for some reason Eren had fallen in love with the nature documentary he had watched (rather Armin had watched) on sea life. And of all the creatures, he had found the jellyfish particularly interesting.

He had painted a background to the sea scene and was slowly sketching in the jellyfish he would paint later. Armin watched from the sofa, his books tossed aside and his notes scattered over the floor. Rain pattered against the window so Eren had to paint indoors instead of setting up his easel outside.

Jellyfish took shape and he charcoaled in the outlines of rocks and coral next. He leaned back, agreeing with himself that it was time to continue his work, and picked up his paints again.

"Eren?"

"Yeah?" He didn't stop painting. He mixed pink and orange together until he found the proper shade of coral he wanted to use.

"Are you dating someone?"

And then he stopped.

"Huh? W-What?"

"Are you dating someone? I've heard rumors…"

"From Marco?"

"No," Armin quickly said. "From Jean. He asked me because he said he saw you get out of a nice car the other day and it was early. It just got me thinking and now I'm just curious. I'm not going to tell anyone."

And by "anyone" Eren knew he meant Mikasa. He sighed, setting his brush down. "It's really nothing major."

"That's a yes."

"Armin!"

"You're taking too long to deny it. You're avoiding it. And your ears are super red, too, so you're dating someone. That's fine, I just wanted to know."

"Armin, I am not!"

"Red ears," Armin taunted, sticking his tongue out. "So where'd you meet them? Not around the school since they apparently drive a car no one has seen on campus before. Oh, was it at the art show!"

"No…"

"Before or after the show?" Armin propped his head up on his hands, now fully committed to his game.

"I met him before."

"Aha! So you are dating someone and this someone is a guy," Armin confirmed. Eren groaned, slapping his hand to his head.

"Fuck."

"So it was before. Hmm…"

The door to the apartment opened and Mikasa walked in, shaking off rain water. She looked from Eren's distressed face to Armin's wide grin.

"Did you ask him?"

"Mhm."

"You too?" Eren snapped. "Seriously, Mikasa?! You're in on it?"

"Don't act surprised," Mikasa said. "You know Jean has a hard time with secrets."

Yeah right, Eren thought. "He saw me get out of a car once. That doesn't mean anything."

"But you confirmed it earlier," Armin said.

"That is beside the point!"

"Bert also mentioned something about seeing a Porsche here once," Mikasa added. "And Jean said he saw you get out of a Maserati. Please don't tell me you're some escort for rich old men."

"I'm sorry. You caught me. I'm an escort for billionaires. Leave me alone so I can finish my painting now."

When the weekend came, Reiner decided that going to an arcade was the best plan of action. And no one, not even Armin, had any reason to deny it. Everyone was tired of school and studying and just existing on campus.

So meeting up at the closest Dave & Buster's provided enough gaming entertainment mixed with alcohol and food to make everyone happy, again even Armin.

Eren wasn't sure what was going on in Armin's classes, but he had downed four beers in less than an hour because of it. It somehow made him angry and better at Dance Dance Revolution than everyone else. No one dared to question it.

Eren ended up leaving Armin's side to sit with Mikasa, sharing a plate of nachos. Across from them sat Connie and Sasha and a plate of sliders. Reiner was standing by them, partially in the conversation but mostly immersed in a game of football on the television. Eren feared his rejoicing would result in an accidental black eye to some unsuspecting waitress or Christa who sat on a stool by the table.

Ymir had challenged (dragged) Bertholdt to go play air hockey and Marco had wandered off with Armin to play DDR (he was really babysitting to make sure Armin didn't pick a fight).

Though when Annie arrived, Mikasa opted to go play games with her and Jean took her spot next to Eren. His attempt to bum food off Eren's plate failed and he resorted to ordering a milkshake.

Eren hated it. Being that close to Jean. Practically feeling his voice on his skin. They were squeezed into a booth, shoulder to shoulder, and Eren hated it. He was uncomfortable. And Jean's shitty jokes weren't as funny as he remembered.

"Hey, Eren, you look really tense," Sasha said through her laughter. "Calm down."

"Yeah man, we're here to relax and have fun," Connie added. "Get that stick out of your ass."

Jean nudged Eren's shoulder, raising his milkshake to his lips. "Yeah, Eren."

Eren rolled his eyes and shoved the rest of his nachos into his mouth. He wiped his hands on a napkin and threw it at Jean's face.

"Hey!"

"Get the hay out of from between your teeth!" Eren snapped.

Connie and Sasha fell into a giggling, snorting fit. "Damn, you two will probably always be the same!"

Eren and Jean looked at Connie, ready for an explanation. Once he calmed down, he kept talking.

"You two were the same in high school. With the jokes and bickering."

"Yeah, it's a wonder you two even broke up," Sasha added. "I thought you two would be together—" Connie nudged her hard enough to make her squeal. Apparently her drink was making her tongue loose.

But it still cut deep and tension rose. Eren half-smiled and took another sip of his drink.

"Umm…I'm going to go check out the games," Eren said. "I'll catch you guys later."

Before anyone could protest, Eren was on his feet and hurrying away. He didn't care about the games, but he couldn't sit there any longer. It was bad enough that Jean had to sit by him—and have the audacity to even be that close—but then Sasha. Eren knew she didn't mean it, and had it been years ago her statement would have been a blessing.

Now they were just awkward, mildly drunken words that brought on nasty feelings of regret and an old flame.

Eren sighed as he walked, unsure of where he was even going. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes but the more he thought about her words, the less they meant. And he realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn't miss dating Jean as much as usual.

And that maybe, really was capable of getting over Jean, too.

"Have any more dates?" Jean walked up behind him, and hurried to his side. Eren rolled his eyes, walking up to a House of the Dead system. He pulled out his game card and swiped it. Jean quickly did the same, picking up the other gun.

"Don't be a dick," Eren said. The game started and they skipped the opening scene. They took aim and went to work. "Already saved your life, asshole."

Jean groaned as he reloaded and kept shooting zombies. "Whatever, dickhead. Seriously though, who dropped you off?"

"It doesn't matter. He's a friend-shit, fuck you zombie! He's a friend."

"Boyfriend-friend? Friends with benefits friend?" Jean shot down a flying creature as Eren took a moment to reload.

"The sort of friend who doesn't constantly pry."

"Fine, geez," Jean grumbled. "Is it a crime to be interested?"

Eren sighed, raising his gun. "Boyfriend." He punctuated it with a few quick clicks and fallen zombies.

Jean stopped shooting. Eren was thankful he was decent because the lack of a competent partner suddenly made the game difficult.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," Jean said, raising his gun. "Just…you haven't dated in a long time."

"I know…"

"I wish you would have just told me though. You don't need to lie."

Of course Eren didn't need to lie. But telling Jean, of all people, wasn't the easiest thing he had to do.

"Yeah…I know. It's just weird because…you know…"

"Because we're sort of a thing. At times."

Eren shook his head. "We were a thing. In high school. And that was high school. Now we're…friends?"

A faint smile tugged at Jean's mouth and he nodded. "We'll always be friends. Don't be a dumbass."

"Besides, you have Marco. I have no one. Had no one. But now…I don't know it feels like I sort of do…and it's nice."

The smile creeping at the edge of Jean's lips spread across his face, his eyes lighting up.

"You always have me. But I'm happy for you," Jean said. "And if I would have known how serious you are I wouldn't have teased you like that. But I do want to meet whoever managed to snag you, though. He must have four dicks."

"He's not an octopus."

"I'm not going to judge your cthullu-fetish or whatever weird porn you're into."

"Oh shut up, Twilight Sparkle."

"Cthu—shit shit shit! Boss!"

They stopped talking in order to concentrate on their boss battle. Jean died twice and Eren was left to finish it off. But the weird plant with its odd tentacles only paved the way for more gross jokes from Jean, making Eren laugh harder than he meant to.

They lost all their progress but ended up with smiles on their faces.

"YOU BITCHES SUCK!" Armin shouted, stumbling by with another drink in his hand. Marco was following close behind him, trying desperately to calm him down. "CAN'T EVEN SHOOT A FUCKIN PLANT!"

"Armin, please no more," Marco cried as Armin kept walking, yelling at whoever he passed by.

Eren looked to a very shocked Jean.

"He doesn't drink often," Eren said.

"I can see why," Jean replied. "Hey, your dad is calling."

Eren looked around at his phone he had placed on the arcade game by all the buttons. "Daddy" flashed across the screen and Eren flushed a red as bright as his gun. He grabbed his phone and pocketed it as quickly as he could.

"You're not going to take it? What if it's an emergency? Your dad never calls."

"Um…no. I know I mean…it's nothing."

"I thought you had his name as Grisha in your phone? When did you change—"

"Let's play air hockey!" Eren shouted. "Or at least go make sure Bert is still alive. He was playing with Ymir."

Jean shrugged and followed Eren through the swarms of people to the air hockey tables, only to find a triumphant Bert with a very pissy Ymir. Reiner had joined them, since the game was over, and was giving Bert a congratulatory shake by the shoulders. Christa was attempting to console Ymir's ego.

Eren took over the air hockey table and Jean ran around to the other side. They started the game and somewhere between scoring five points and hitting his finger, Eren saw Marco had joined Jean on his end.

For the first time, in a long time, he smiled. Not out of bitterness but because he knew what it was like to have someone who cared enough to share a kiss with.

They lost their puck once or twice and smashed their fingers, but Eren came out victorious to Jean's dismay. Armin was now under the care of Mama Braun, passed out on the blond's broad shoulders. Mikasa, Annie, Connie and Sasha joined them around the air hockey table and then the tournament began.

Eren played Bertholdt, lost, and took the time to run outside to make a quick call.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Sorry I missed your call," Eren told Levi, laughter still lingering in his voice. "We're all out and it's loud."

"It's fine," Levi replied. "I wanted to ask if I could snag you for the weekend."

Eren smiled and kicked at the ground, stuffing his hand into his pocket. He nodded, even though Levi couldn't see it. "I would love that."

"You sound like a dreamy high schooler. I can hear the fucking grin on your face."

"Don't flatter yourself, old man."

"By the way, I wanted to ask, how do you feel about collars?"

Eren blushed bright red at the thought. "W-Well…I'm not opposed. I've never worn one…"

"Don't feel like you have to. I just saw one and sort of thought of you."

"Aww! If daddy thinks it'll be cute on me then I guess I could give it a try."

"You're a little shit."

"You love it."

They said their goodbyes and Eren went back into the building, a smile on his face. He held his phone to his chest, clutching it as if was some link to Levi and the man could feel it. As he walked he heard someone shout his name and turned to see Marco running up to him.

"Was that your boyfriend you were talking to?"

"Maybe…"

"I can tell. You're smiling."

"I smile a lot, I'll have you know," Eren snarked. Marco chuckled.

"Oh no, not like this. You are practically glowing."

Eren rubbed his cheeks as if it would wipe away the flush of red. "I am not!"

"Your ears are all red."

Eren held his earlobes between his fingers and glared up at Marco, his brows wildly knit tight together. Marco nudged him and hurried off before Eren could respond.

The initial idea of pet play frightened Eren to the point he almost dreaded going over to Levi's for the weekend. He had looked it up, once he was home, and wasn't fond of what he saw. He didn't want to be treated like an animal.

And he certainly had no problem bringing the issue up with Levi while they had lunch in the middle of the week.

"I'm not going to abuse you." Levi sneered at the thought. "Pet play isn't about abuse. It's about trust. Giving another person control, receiving praise. You haven't had a problem with it before, so I figured I'd introduce the idea."

Eren flushed bright red. "Fine! But I don't want to have a tail shoved up my ass!"

A passing waitress stared at them in confusion and Eren sank into his side of the booth, bringing a piece of steak to his mouth.

"Eren. If you don't want to do this, tell me. I'm a big boy; you're not going to hurt my feelings," Levi said.

"No!" Eren cried. "I mean…just…we'll have to talk about rules."

Levi smiled gently, stirring his tea with his straw. "Don't worry that pretty head of yours, kitten, we'll definitely have a set of can's and cannot's."

Eren knew Levi was being serious, but his words still sent a shudder down Eren's body. He bit his lip, more turned on than he should be in public, and nodded.

So when the weekend came and Eren arrived at Levi's, he was unsure of what to expect. But it certainly wasn't the array of cute accessories laid out across Levi's bed.

A pastel green collar, leather with a silky frill around it and a matching bell attached; a string of white beads, resembling pearls, looped around it. It tied with a ribbon to form a large bow in the back. Next to it, plain and simple, were ribbons in the same pastel green shade. Finally, there was a light robe folded neatly next to them.

Eren swallowed nervously and Levi took his hand. "Relax?"

"I am!"

Levi picked up the bottle of lotion Eren was very familiar with. "Take off your shirt and lie down."

Eren obeyed without question, flopping on to the bed and rolling his eyes. He turned the collar over in his hands, listening to Levi warm the lotion between his hands. He closed his eyes as Levi started on his back, rubbing out the tension between his shoulders with strong hands.

"I'm not going to hurt you. And if you don't like anything, you have to tell me," Levi said. Eren nodded. "This is meant to be a new experience for us. Not anything bad. And if you don't want to do this, Eren, we don't have to."

"No, I want to try," Eren mumbled. He hummed in delight as Levi worked the muscle around his neck. "I'm just nervous. But I want to do this."

Levi could hear the determination in Eren's voice, even if he couldn't see the brunet's face. "What do you want the safe word to be?"

Eren shrugged. "What about Stop?"

"Pineapple."

"I want watermelon."

Levi tussled his hair. "Brat." He reached over Eren and picked up the green ribbons. "Hold out your wrists."

Eren raised a hand and Levi tied the ribbon around his wrist. He repeated the action for Eren's other hand and Levi picked up the collar. He warmed the leather between his hands and Eren found it to be a little endearing.

"Not too tight, is it?" Levi asked, placing a light kiss to the ribbon around Eren's wrist. Eren shook his head, biting his lip.

"No...it's fine." His voice came out softer than he wanted. Barely more than a shy whisper.

"Good. Now for some rules," Levi said, dropping Eren's hand. "Should I go first, or you?"

"I…uh…you start."

"Fine. First, I want you to stay naked."

Eren shuddered. The idea made him blush but he felt his cock twitch in anticipation, too.

"The entire time we're in a scene, you're to be naked. I bought the robe for you, in case for breaks, but otherwise, you're to stay nude. I want to be allowed to please you when I feel like it, so I'll keep lube accessible. I'll feed you, get whatever you want to drink; we can take breaks for you to use the bathroom, too. Are you comfortable with that?"

Eren considered his words carefully. Nothing seemed too difficult or too overwhelming. He smiled and nodded. "I'm comfortable with it."

"Good. And you? What would you like to get from this?"

"Nothing in particular. Just don't hit me? I mean, you can slap my ass all you want but don't hit me in the face."

Levi cupped Eren's face with a gentle hand. "Understood. And one more thing…"

"Hm?"

"I want to be allowed to kiss you. Now before you start your spiel about kissing, I just mean your neck and shoulders. Affection and aftercare is important for scenes and that can be hard to give with your ban on kissing."

Eren's heart started to race at the mere thought. But he slowly nodded in agreement. "I can handle that…"

Levi exhaled. "Good."

He reached around Eren and Eren sat up to let him tie the collar on. Eren held it in place as Levi tied it into a large bow at the back of his neck. He was rewarded with a light kiss to his shoulder that sent a chill throughout his body.

Levi dropped his hands from Eren's neck, down along his back and to the hem of his pants. He gave them a pull and Eren understood the silent gesture. He slipped them off, letting his pants and underwear fall to the floor. Levi raked his fingers through Eren's hair again.

"Good boy. Let's go sit in there. I have some work to finish."

"Alright," Eren said, crawling off the bed.

"Tch. Little kittens don't walk."

Eren dropped his mouth in shock. "You expect me to crawl all the way in there on this hard floor—"

He was silenced when Levi scooped him up and carried him into the living room. He gently placed Eren on the sofa.

"Now be good and let daddy work." He patted Eren on the head and Eren couldn't hold back a sly grin. Levi picked up his work binder and sat down by him, opening it up to read over mountain of papers.

Eren was unsure of what he was supposed to do. He was naked, sitting on the sofa, and wearing a collar. Levi was working, and work was definitely serious. He couldn't play around with Levi while he worked.

He thought about Colossus, and what his own dog would do in a situation like that. Usually get moody and bark (like hell if he was barking, or in this case, meowing) to get Eren's or Carla's attention.

Eren slid off the sofa and Levi raised an eyebrow, still marking through his depositions. Eren rested his chin on Levi's knee, purposefully pointing it down as hard as he could, and made a soft whining pout. He narrowed his eyes when Levi didn't acknowledge his whine and realized the position was easier to play out than he thought.

Levi dropped his hand to Eren's head, ruffling up his hair. Eren tilted his head back, nipping playfully at Levi's fingers. A thin smirk spread across Levi's lips and he reached over onto the table by the sofa. He picked into a bowl and produced a small sugar cookie.

"Thank you for being a quiet little thing," Levi hummed, offering the treat to Eren between his fingers. Eren took it carefully, taking care not to drop it on the floor. Levi patted him on the head again and Eren mewled in delight.

Eren tried to be good. But being quiet and staring up at Levi was hard, especially when he wasn't doing anything to keep himself occupied. He shifted around on the floor impatiently, occasionally letting out a loud whining sigh.

"Down," Levi said firmly, when Eren propped his hands up on the side table to eye his treats. Eren slumped on the floor, visibly pouting. "You're restless. Come here."

His voice turned to dark silk and Eren shuddered all over. He crawled around the sofa and pulled himself onto the cushions when Levi patted them. He was suddenly very aware of his current state: the collar around his neck, the ribbons on his wrists and the fact he was stripped naked. His cock was painfully at half-mast, on clear display for Levi.

Setting aside his binder of work, Levi pressed a hand to Eren's side. There was an immediate shiver at the sudden contact and Eren moaned as Levi slipped his hand lower. He massaged Eren's thighs, ignoring the growing heat between the boy's legs.

It took everything Eren had not to plead for Levi to just touch him. But the gentle buck Eren gave was enough of a hint for Levi to take.

He brushed his fingers against the head of Eren's cock and elicited a long moan from the shaking boy.

"Oh, look at you. You're so needy, aren't you?" Levi said softly, his fingertips still toying with Eren's erection. Eren tried to hold back another long moan at the featherlight touches. He only nodded in response to Levi's question, barely able to form coherent words.

Levi wrapped his long fingers around Eren's cock and gave him a few slow, dry strokes. Eren threw his head back at the friction, shamelessly moaning and throwing his hips up. Levi suddenly let him go and tugged him onto his lap. He flipped Eren onto his back, resting his head against the sofa's arm. Eren stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes.

Patting Eren's head, Levi picked up the small bottle of lube on the table and popped the lid open, drizzling the clear liquid onto his fingers. Eren's heart raced in anticipation and his hips squirmed.

"Daddy hurry." The words slipped out before Eren even realized he had thought them. He flushed bright red, burying his face into Levi's arm.

"You're such an impatient little pet," Levi chuckled. He dropped his hand between Eren's legs, brushing against his cock and balls to find his hole. He pressed a finger against Eren's entrance and Eren whined louder.

That first finger went in with ease and Levi gave it a little twist. Eren jerked as it brushed against his sweet spot but tried his hardest to stay quiet. A second and third finger soon followed, wet noises mixing with Eren's lewd moans. Levi twisted his fingers again, this time to purposefully hit Eren's prostate over and over.

Eren grabbed Levi's arm with one hand, and the sofa with the other. His knuckles turned white as he bucked against Levi's hand, panting with each hard move. Keeping the man's fingers deep inside.

Within minutes, Eren was shouting Levi's name as he was milked through his orgasm. Cum splattered against his stomach and his eyes glassed over as Levi slowed his fingers' movements. Grey eyes bore down on Eren as his convulsion started to cease. Levi pulled his hand away, brushing back Eren's hair and rubbing his ear.

"Good boy," Levi breathed. He picked up another one of the cookies and held it to Eren's lips. "Such a good kitten, cumming for daddy like that."

Eren nibbled slowly on the cookie as his mind stopped spinning. "Should I go clean up?"

"I'll clean you later," Levi said. "You're just a kitten. You can't properly clean yourself."

Eren nodded, a playful grin on his lips, and finished off the cookie. Levi still stroked his head, earning drowsy noises from Eren's throat. With his free hand, Levi reached onto the table and to the small pile of toys he had carefully laid out. Eren heard the clinking of plastic and looked up to see a set of anal beads in Levi's hand.

He gasped and let his legs fall open, already quivering at the mere sight. Levi smirked. "You're all ready, aren't you?"

Eren nodded, biting his lip as Levi pushed in the first three beads with ease. Eren closed his eyes tight, letting his head fall back against the sofa's arm. His breathing quickened and he grabbed at Levi's arm again, digging his nails in deep.

"Breathe," Levi said softly, stroking Eren's hair. "Relax."

Levi's hand fell to Eren's cheek, coaxing him into a steadier breathing pattern. He pushed in the last few beads, listening to Eren gasp at the larger ones. Eren curled into a shaking ball and with every little move, with every little breath, he could feel the beads rubbing inside of him. His cheeks flushed and he buried his nose into Levi's lap.

"How do you feel?"

Eren opened his eyes, trying to stay still. "I'm fine."

"Nothing hurts?"

"No."

Levi rested a hand on Eren's head and picked up his binder. "Good."

It wasn't long before Eren had become accustomed to the anal beads keeping him stretched. He was eventually up and restless again, crawling, sorely, across the floor. His legs and ass were still slicked up from the lube and he was sure to stretch and arc his back to properly display it for Levi, the end of the string of beads dangling against his legs. Eren didn't know if the man was even paying attention, but the thought of him watching was arousing.

Eren gave another little whine, just to catch his attention.

"Unless you want me to fuck you, put your ass down," Levi barked. Eren sat up at his words, adjusting the ribbons on his wrists. He glanced over his shoulder at Levi, staring up into playfully narrowed eyes. Eren smirked and arched his back harder, tilting his ass in the air and even spreading his legs.

"Come punish your pet, daddy."

Fwump.

Levi slammed his binder closed and picked up a condom and the lube. If Eren were some animal-hybrid, his ears would have perked up at the gesture and his tail would wag when Levi grabbed his hips.

Firm hands slid over his round ass, carefully massaging the muscle. Eren whimpered, the pressure from the beads making him squirm. He felt a tug, a short, initial warning pull, before feeling the largest bead slide right out with a wet pop. He sighed, pleased with the lessened pressure. Eren rested his head on his arms, Levi pulling each bead from Eren's ass until the toy was tossed aside.

Eren whimpered into his arms as Levi ran his hands over smooth, tanned skin.

"Fuck, Eren. You should see yourself right now," Levi hummed. "You have such a fuckable little hole. It's practically begging."

Levi tore open the condom packet with his teeth and pulled out his cock all in one motion. Eren watched him multitask from his spot on the floor, ass still on display and shaking from excitement. Levi dripped more lube onto Eren's hole and used his thumb to smear it around. Eren purred in pleasure, trying to catch Levi's thumb just right and push his ass against it.

"You have such a slutty little body. You already want more. Tell me what you want, kitten, and I'll give it to you."

Eren gasped, trying to find his voice. His words came out in rasped breaths. "Fuck me, daddy. I've been a good kitten, let me have your cock."

A hand came down on Eren's ass and he squealed at the sudden contact.

"Such a demanding little slut. What do you say when you want something?"

"Please daddy?"

Eren couldn't see the smile on Levi's face, but he felt the shift in the man's weight. And he felt the kiss placed on his lower back, soft and light and enough to make him moan from the sheer intimacy of it.

But Eren yelped as Levi pressed the tip of his cock against his entrance, giving Eren a warning tap. Levi waited for any signs of resistance before pushing in deep.

"Mmmm…fucking finally," Eren moaned, lolling his head around. He inhaled sharply as Levi tangled his hand in his hair and he pushed back on the man's cock.

Levi grabbed Eren's hip for extra leverage and started to move as hard as he could. Eren's mouth dropped open in silent pants and he closed his eyes, listening to the hard slap of skin on skin. With a snap of his hips, Levi hit Eren's sweet spot again. His first orgasm, the stimulation from those fucking beads, and now Levi's deliberant thrusts were enough to send Eren back over the edge. Within seconds he was screaming as his second orgasm overcame him.

"L-Levi please cum…cum on my baaack?" Eren breathed, his mind a blur of too much pleasure and Levi pounding into his sore ass.

He heard a chuckle and Levi tapped his hip in response. That pounding lasted only a few seconds more before Levi pulled out with a slippery pop. He held Eren still with a hand on the boy's tan waist, and with his other one Levi peeled the condom off.

"Hold still," he breathed. Levi wrapped his fingers around his own cock, firmly jacking himself off. Eren listened to his ragged breathing and groaned once he felt droplets of warm cum spilling across his back.

For a few brief moments, they were silent. They said no words, taking the time to catch their breaths. Eren's knees were weak so he kneeled down, legs tucked under him and arms against his chest. His stomach was sticky again and his back was still wet. He looked around at Levi, who was leaning against the sofa, and shuddered.

Levi suddenly moved and Eren watched with heavy eyes as the man lingered over him. Levi tilted Eren's face up and placed a gentle kiss to his jaw, far from his lips, and ran a hand through his mess of hair.

"Are you satisfied now, kitten?"

Eren nodded. "Thank you, sir."

"And you feel good?"

Again, Eren nodded. Levi let him go and Eren rested his head on the floor. Eren watched Levi shuffle to the small table, grab a few cookies and come back.

"Tell me if you're thirsty," Levi said, feeding each little cookie to Eren. All Eren could do was nod once again and watch Levi adjust himself before going back to work on the sofa.

Eren was spent. Laid out and drowsy across the floor with a pleased, blissed out grin on his face. His body ached in the best way possible and he felt content. He stretched and rolled into a sitting position, crawling across the carpet to where Levi sat. He rested his chin on Levi's knee and Levi combed his fingers through Eren's hair.

Levi glanced down to meet Eren's wide eyes and they both smiled.

The man's smile did things to Eren that his hands couldn't; touched him a way he wasn't expecting. Levi's smile was warm and beautiful, despite the disgust in grey eyes (Eren knew very well Levi was torn between work and going to shower), Levi was still smiling at him. Genuinely smiling.

With a racing heart, Eren sat up and wiggled between Levi's legs. He rested his arms around Levi's waist, knocking the papers from his hand.

"Yes?"

Eren shrugged and Levi pressed a hand under his chin, raising Eren's head up. Their eyes met and Eren felt his cheeks turn to fire.

"What does this kitten want?"

Blood rushed to his ears. It was all Eren could hear. His vision blurred and his palms grew sweaty. "Close your eyes."

Levi raised an eyebrow and Eren pouted.

"Please? Just…really quick…"

"You're such a brat at times," Levi sighed, closing his eyes as Eren asked. "Don't run off and rob me."

"Hush!" Eren snapped. He chewed his lip, refusing to think his decision over. It was what he wanted.

Pushing himself up a little more, Eren leaned against Levi, brushing their noses together. He made sure Levi still had his eyes closed and at the lack of grey orbs peering back at him, Eren moved closer. He kept his own eyes open, to make sure he didn't fuck this simple thing up.

He found Levi's lips with his own, smooth and still wet. Smoke mixed with lingering mint tea and sex on the man's mouth. And despite what had happened, their kiss was chaste, closed-mouth and clumsy like a real first kiss.

Eren pulled away and lowered his eyes, embarrassed by the shade of red on his cheeks. Levi rested his head against Eren's and Eren smiled.

"Are you alright?"

Eren nodded, nudging Levi's head. "Kiss me."

A simple request. Their scene was over. There was no more "Daddy" or "Kitten" or "Please".

Levi cupped Eren's face, tilting his head back. And without hesitating, he caught Eren's plush lips, kissing him softly. But this time their kiss wasn't something quick and clumsy; it was filled with a passion that had been building since their first encounter.

Eren sighed when they pulled back from each other, his eyes fluttering open. He stared at Levi with dreamy emerald orbs and smiled.

"Let's go shower?" Eren whispered. Levi took Eren's hand and raised it to his lips, kissing his palm.

"I think a shower sounds perfect."