A/N: Hi all, I'm back! Just so as you know, there's more omorashi in this chapter, though this should be the last one it appears in. Enjoy!

When Levi returned back to Eren's apartment after his shift at work was over, he was quite surprised to see that his boy was in fact still awake, though just barely. It was nearing two in the morning, and while thankfully he had been allowed to leave on time that night because he didn't have any Porcelain Package appointments, it was still quite late. Something Eren only proved on the grounds that while he was still upright in his chair in front of his glowing computer screen, his head was being propped up by his palm, he was slumped forward slightly, and his eyes were closed. Levi rolled his eyes even as his chest filled with fondness. Why did this idiot constantly push himself so hard?

Once he had deposited the keys and taken off his shoes, Levi padded over to him and gently took hold of his shoulders, giving him a little shake. He said lowly near his ear, "Alright you, that's enough work. Time for bed."

Eren was holding onto consciousness by a thread, so he only half heard what the other was saying. His reply was a series of grumpy, protesting whines that he sounded like he only half meant them. Levi's response was to lean forward and kiss his cheek, before saying, "I know, I know. Come on baby doll, help me lug your fat ass into bed, I don't need my back giving out."

"M'not fat," Eren slurred, and he sounded so whiny that the older man couldn't help but snort at how cute he was being.

"You're only fat when I'm trying to get you away from your desk and into bed."

The boy grumbled some more, but didn't fight as Levi encouraged him into a standing position and helped him hobble stiffly over to the bed. Alastair was already passed out on the end of the bed, and didn't even lift his head at the sound of their approach.

"See, even your cat is smarter than you," Levi teased. He pulled back the blankets and then said, "Okay, in you go."

"You broke the rules," Eren mentioned groggily, doing as he was told and laying down.

"Rules?"

"Yeah. You're supposed to be without clothes all weekend."

The dancer rolled his eyes again, a tired smile on his face. He slipped off his shirt and pants as he said, "Sorry your highness, but I had to work, remember? Pretty sure the cops would arrest me if they saw me driving around naked. Now there, clothes are gone. I'm going to brush my teeth quick and I'll be right with you."

Eren settled down onto the mattress, calling after him, "Hurry up. I'll miss you."

Levi murmured to himself fondly, "Oh my God, fuck off, I can't handle how cute you're being right now."

Luckily brushing his teeth didn't take long, because the area behind his eyes was beginning to ache from his exhaustion. The minute he was done, he was hopping into bed beside Eren, finally comfortably naked again and beside his own blessedly naked boyfriend, right where he wanted to be. He threw an arm over Eren's waist, heard his boy sigh contentedly, and was asleep within a few minutes.

000

When he woke the next morning, they were almost in the same positions they had been in when they had fallen asleep, except that Levi's forehead was pressed in between Eren's shoulder blades. His arm was draped lower over his boyfriend's waist, and when he flexed his fingers, he felt in fact that his hand was gently cupping Eren's groin. Of course it was. He sluggishly pulled his hand back once his mind registered his predicament and instead began stroking Eren's side. His skin was soft and silken, and he smelled so good. Levi was so happy that Eren's smell, and the smell of his apartment, already felt comforting to him, like one's childhood home might be.

"I wish I could stay," he whispered out loud, hugging himself a little closer to larger body in the bed. "I wish I didn't ever have to go back home."

Don't even start, one of his voices hissed.

You have no chance, you're already killing him, said another. He's turning grey. Soon he'll be dead.

Levi whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, though he knew it was true. He dared not look and see for himself, for Eren's skin was more frequently beginning to appear grey to him. But the warmth was so wonderfully solid under his fingers, not at all like the cold pallor of death his voices were trying to convince him was really there. Scrubbing viciously at one ear, he got out of bed, suddenly unable to stand being next to Eren anymore. He quickly strode out of the room, afraid if he looked at him, he'd looked like a corpse.

Not that he wouldn't deserve it if Eren did in fact pass on. He didn't deserve any semblance of happiness in his life. Not scum like him.

Eren deserved the world. He needed someone that could spoil him as much as he spoiled his partner. Levi continued to whine with distress, standing there in the middle of the kitchen, gripping at the sides of his head, eyes still squeezed shut and his teeth clenched. All he had to offer Eren was a few warm, wet orifices to fuck. Still, he was so, so selfish, for though he knew the boy deserved a better partner than him, he still wanted him to stay. He had become so important to Levi, and the thought of him with someone else devastated him.

So you want him dead, his voice observed.

"No," Levi insisted.

You do. He'll die, it'll be your fault. Then the devil will get him.

"Please stop," he gasped. "I hear you, I hear you, please, enough."

He'll die, you'll kill him, he's already dying, he's alre-

"Enough!" Levi whispered desperately, loudly. "I know I'm killing him, now please, I don't want to listen to you, not while I'm here. Please stop."

He could hear the voice mumbling nonsense, and it was so disturbing that he could feel goose bumps rising along every inch of skin. He looked around rapidly for something to do; something busying his hands also busied his mind, and once in a while that eased the volume of the voices. His eyes fell on a frying pan sitting on the stove, and an idea bloomed in his mind. Levi then made his way over the fridge, opening the door, and to his relief saw a carton of eggs. He sighed, shoulders drooping with relief.

And when Eren woke a short while later, it was the sound of something sizzling, and the smell of something amazing. Moving his legs back, he could feel that the space behind him on the bed was empty, and therefore deduced that Levi was the one creating the lovely smell. At first, he didn't want to move, so comfortable was he. But the longer he laid there, the hollower his stomach felt, until he finally relented and got up, figuring it was about time. It was nearing one in the afternoon, it was more than time to wake up.

After a quick trip into the bathroom, he finally ambled into the kitchen, and after he finished rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he was greeted with the most endearing sight. There was Levi, wearing nothing but one of Eren's cloth aprons, the ribbon tied around his lower back and the ribbon strips hanging down over his pert behind appealingly. His thighs flexed as he danced around the counter slightly, singing quietly to himself. Eren saw eggshells in a used bowl on the counter, and since there were eggs involved, naturally Alastair was right there, on the counter beside the dancer, leaning as far forward as he dared and sniffing the pan. Levi pushed at his chest gently.

"No you little idiot, you want your whiskers to catch fire?" he admonished.

Alastair sat back, doing as he was told, but it was clear from the curious, slightly psychotic tilt of his head and his rock solid stare with the eggs in the pan that he just looking for another angle to come at them from. Eren couldn't help it; he covered up his mouth to try and hide his uncouth snort, overcome with the adorableness of this ridiculously domestic scene. He briefly wondered what he would have to do in order to be able to wake up to this every morning.

He made sure to make enough noise in order to alert Levi of his presence as he made his way over to him, figuring that startling someone near an open flame would not be a wise idea. The other man's head tilted slightly in his direction, indicating that he indeed heard him, and the resulting smile on his face gave Eren all the invitation he needed to wrap his arms around his waist and set his chin on top of his head.

"Look at you, my cute little house wife," he teased. "What did I do to deserve having breakfast made for me?"

What didn't you do? Levi thought to himself, and turned his head slightly in Eren's direction with a smirk. "You gave me an awesome weekend, that's what. I'm going to hate putting clothes back on full time again."

"Aw, well any time you come over here, you're welcome to rip off all your clothes the minute you walk through the door," the boy said, stroking up and down Levi's sides.

The dancer felt his stomach heat right up in the best way at the feeling of Eren's warm palms on his skin, even more so when he felt his flaccid cock press in the cleft of his rear when he came to stand behind him. Deciding that his omelet was done, he turned off the oven and set his spatula aside, before pressing his behind more firmly against Eren's groin. He heard the boy's breath leave him in a rush, and he grinned in triumph. He then leaned his entire body back a bit further so that he could look the other in the eye, before he said, "Has anyone ever told you that your bedhead is adorable and your five o' clock shadow makes them want to fuck you through a mattress?"

Eren snorted, color already forming in his cheeks. "No, you're the first."

Their eyes locked, and something passed through their bodies, something that made heat wash down both of their bellies to pool in between their legs. One corner of Levi's mouth quirked upwards and he pointedly ground his pert little rear against Eren's cock again in slow, torturous circles, causing the boy's hands to tighten on his waist and for him to bare his teeth in a hiss. Pride swelled in the dancer.

"I hope you don't mind, but I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you again today either," Levi told him.

Eren laughed and said flatly, "Oh no, however shall I cope?"

The dancer laughed as well. "If you wanted, I had something I wanted to try with you. A little game."

"Is it a naughty game?"

Levi snorted. What a dweeb, and he was all his. "Yes Eren, a 'naughty game' because I have such a naughty baby. I had to put your ass into bed last night because you were too stupid to realize what time it was and that you need to get yourself a decent night's sleep once in a while."

"Ah, so that's how I ended up in bed. Well thank you, sugar, you're the best. And yes, I'd love to play whatever game you have up there in that filthy brain of yours."

"Fantastic." Levi turned around in his arms and gave him an overly loud smooch on the cheek. "Then I suggest you start drinking lots of water now."

The boy shivered, excitement already pooling in his belly. He opened his mouth to express it, but before he could say anything, he looked over Levi's shoulder and noticed to his horror that there was a black head in the cooling pan, who had noticed the moment they had turned their backs and began helping himself to their breakfast.

"Oh Alastair, get out of there! Go be a fat thief somewhere else!"

000

A few hours later, when Eren thought he was going to float away from how full of water he was, Levi deemed him ready. He asked Eren to lay on his back on the bed, while he sat beside him to explain what he was going to do. He had already mentioned something about playing a desperation game, which had intrigued the boy immediately; it sounded quite interesting.

"Alright," Levi began, "so a desperation game is basically, I'm going to try and make you piss yourself, and your goal is to hold it. If I win, you have to do what I ask. If you win, I have to do what you ask. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in doing?"

Eren brightened right up. "Yes please. I already know what I want you to do to me when I win."

The dancer laughed softly. "Cocky little thing."

His lopsided grin that he flashed was so cute that Levi almost fell over while clutching his chest. He stroked the side of his face and continued, "I'd like to tie you up if that's alright."

"Sounds exciting," his boy answered with a happy wiggle of his hips.

Levi smiled and nodded, before getting up and rifling through Eren's closets, looking for something soft to tie his wrists with. Guessing what he was looking for, the boy said, "I have some robe ties if you want to use those."

"Perfect." Levi located them, pulled them off his robes, and made his way back over to the bed. He then set to tying Eren's wrists very carefully to the headboard, but tight enough that they weren't going to come loose with the smallest motion. After checking to make sure that they were comfortable, he continued explaining himself while he sat next to Eren, stroking one of his biceps.

"So just remember, at any point you want, you can use the safe words we established before. And if it gets to be too much and you feel like you're going to wet yourself, please tell me, I don't want you to piss on your bed, please."

"Yeah I don't want to do that either," the boy agreed.

"I have a towel here next to the bed just in case, and the knots can be pulled loose in one motion if you need it."

"Aw, thank you sweetie," Eren said, grinning up at him. He wiggled his hips impatiently. "Now can we please start?"

Levi rolled his eyes and got on all fours, hovering over his body. The boy felt pinned in the best way, his stomach already tingling in anticipation. The look in his boyfriend's eyes was so intense, so focused, and yet so teasing. The shift he made as he changed headspaces and the fact that he was able to see it before him almost immediately put him under the dancer's spell. Without any prompting, he spread his legs, knees falling open, and Levi felt the brush of the other's knees against the back of his thighs.

"I suppose, since you clearly seem to be ready for me," Levi replied, tilting his head like Alastair had earlier when regarding the delicious food on the counter. Now Eren knew how that omelet had felt.

The older man wasted no time, leaning down and capturing his lips in a deep, languid kiss, moving his lips slowly. Eren responded in kind, the soft, high pitched sounds of their kissing filling the room. The boy hummed into it when he felt Levi's hand slowly skim down his belly, the skin flinching back from the tickling sensation and his breath leaving him in a rush when he realized where his hand was travelling. He canted his hips toward Levi's questing fingers, as if trying to meet them halfway on their journey. But instead of going for his cock, the tips of his fingers brushed over his lower stomach until they found what they were looking for. They pressed his bladder gingerly, and even just from that slight touch, Eren gasped. Levi pulled back and regarded his face, seeing that color had begun to flood his cheeks.

"Really, just from that?" he teased, moving away and down the length of his body until he was sitting in between the boy's thighs.

"Yes," Eren said, "I had like, five cups of water in three hours. I started having to pee an hour ago. But I didn't go because I figured you wouldn't want me to."

"Good boy," Levi purred, "I'm proud of you. Proud of my pretty baby."

The younger man shivered noticeably, both at his praise and his low tone of voice. He could also practically feel his warm breath fanning over his groin area from how close he was. Goosebumps exploded over his skin when Levi leaned down and rubbed his cheek against one of Eren's thighs.

"Such a pretty baby," Levi breathed, eyes heavy lidded as his own lust began heat his body up deliciously. He planted a wet, open mouthed kiss against Eren's thigh, and then ran his tongue over the clenched muscles. "All mine."

The dancer watched as he tried to bring his thighs together, crossing them and squirming in place as he tried to ride out a pang in his bladder. Levi made a sharp sound, as if admonishing a dog, and instantly Eren uncrossed his thighs, letting his knees fall open again, though his face was pinched with discomfort.

"No crossing your legs," Levi told him firmly. "That's cheating."

Eren whined, squirming his hips some more. "Leviiii"-

"You heard me." His face softened just a bit. "Your color, Eren?"

"Green," the boy grumbled, not at all happy about this rule, but he'd abide by it. He'd do anything to keep Levi looking at him with that intense, dark gaze, and truthfully, the rule didn't bother him that much. It just added another level of difficulty and intrigue to the game.

Levi nodded. "Good. Now be a good boy?"

Lord, why did that simple phrase seem to hold so much power over Eren? Hearing that he was a good boy, or that he was Levi's pretty baby sent a warm punch of arousal straight to his gut, and he answered genuinely, "Yes Levi."

The dancer smiled at him lovingly, before situating himself again, fixing his gaze on the object of Eren's distress; his bladder. It was protruding between his hipbones as an overly full stomach might, subtly, but noticeably all the same. It made Levi's breath catch oddly in his chest, for it was evidence of his boy's desire to please him. He laid his palm over the hard, angry bump tenderly, being very careful not to apply any pressure.

Yet.

"Oh, look at you," he observed. "You've done an amazing job, doing exactly what I told you. I'm very proud of you."

He leaned down and kissed the bump, before applying wetter, more meaningful kisses there as well as around the area. He grazed his teeth over Eren's hip bones and up his stomach a ways, which jumped under his touch. After a moment, he leaned back, and gently began to jerk Eren off.

"This must be hard for you," he pointed out. "I know the moment my dick is exposed to the open air I have to piss. But look at you, holding it so nicely. Hmm…I wonder if you really have to go as bad as you say?"

Eren insisted, "Oh trust me I do."

"Really? Hmm, I think you're lying. I don't think it'll bother you at all if I do this."

There was a teasing but devious grin on the other man's face as he spoke to him, and before Eren could fully comprehend his words, he was pressing down on his bladder with the heel of his palm. It wasn't sharp, sudden pressure, however; it was slow, gradual, compressing the already limited space available in the poor, tortured organ. With his bladder feeling much smaller, his need to urinate increased tenfold, and he groaned and arched his back, trying desperately to keep his legs where they were. At the same time, the pain made a hot wash of arousal travel up his neck to settle into his cheeks, making them wonderfully pink. He hissed out a curse, and then let out a moan of pleasure.

Levi bit his lip, and when he glanced down at his own lap, he saw that he was well on his way to becoming just as hard as Eren was. He kept massaging that hard little bump, which was easily swelling to the size of a baseball under his hand. He then leaned down, taking Eren's length into his mouth, focusing on the tip, tickling the entrance to his urethra with his tongue. He stretched at the delicate entrance, creating a pleasant burn that was only magnified by the incredible pressure it was under to hold back his urine. Eren writhed and whimpered, his hips squirming as conflicting sensations assaulted his body. His bladder thrashed and pulsed, sphincter trembling and struggling to keep its contents inside his body. However, it was beginning to feel like trying to hold back all the water behind the Hoover Dam with a wet sheet of paper. Still, he tried, and the praise Levi lavished him with when he lifted his head again was worth it.

"Good boy, such a good boy," he breathed. "My perfect Eren, you're doing so well. Here, I'll let you rest for a minute, I'll be right back."

Eren watched helplessly from the bed, hips momentarily stilling as the pressure lessened ever so slightly and the pangs in his bladder eased. However, that all went away a moment later when Levi turned and the boy saw that he was carrying a couple of ice cubes in his palm.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Eren wheezed, half frightened, half aroused at the thought of what Levi might do with those.

Levi laughed lowly and kneeled back down on the bed, sitting on Eren's lap in such a way that his cock was situated right against the cleft of the older man's rear. He gave it a wiggle, and Eren's breathed picked right up, not only from that motion, but for the fact that he was sitting almost right on top of his bladder.

"You okay with this?" the dancer asked.

Eren nodded eagerly, and with a grin, Levi placed the two ice cubes on his chest. His partner hissed, giving a little shiver at the cold sensation. The older man moved the ice around each nipple, ghosting the tips with the pads of his fingers, before sliding them down his belly. He got off of Eren's lap so that he could also slide them up his cock, which at this point had turned a lovely dark red, so flushed with arousal it was. He let one ice cube stay in his belly button, and then let the other glide up his length. He then pulled it back and let a couple of cold drips of water land on the sensitive tip.

"Nng, Levi," Eren whimpered breathlessly. "God I have to pee so fucking bad."

"Your color?"

"Green, green. It's green."

He nodded and cooed, "My poor baby." Though his tone was sympathetic, the expression on his face was not. He let the ice skim over the stretched skin of his bladder. "I know you do. Just look at you, my little darling, you're so full. So full, and I know you just want to let go, don't you? But you won't, will you?"

The boy whined, a long, high sound full of distress, shaking his head. Levi wandered up towards his head and gave him one of the most melted ice cubes, and the minute it began to melt on his tongue, the pain in his bladder increased tremendously. It thrashed and throbbed to the point he could practically feel his heart beating in it. The urine it was trying so desperately to contain felt unbearably hot, practically steaming, and when he tried arch his back, he could feel the pain all the way up his belly. He swore it swelled the tiniest bit more with the added drops of water as well. The heavy, pulsing feeling in turn made his cock feel hotter and heavier, everything between his legs burning and feeling deliciously, deliriously full.

The sensation was only exacerbated when Levi backed up so that he was position between the boy's legs again and began to rub at his perineum, massaging the taut bit of skin with his pointer and middle finger. He rubbed it in little circular motions, and the deep, heavy feeling increased tenfold; his cock felt harder, the inside of his bladder felt hotter and tighter, and though the urge to urinate was stupendous, he kept his legs spread, just as Levi wanted him to.

"My baby, oh Eren…what a good baby you're being," Levi soothed, kissing one of Eren's knees.

"Levi, Levi!" the younger man cried out. The dancer laughed.

"Just a little more sweetie, you're doing so well. You look gorgeous like this, you have no idea how fucking turned on I am right now. Just a little more, a little more…"

He kept rubbing at Eren's perineum with one hand, but then with the other, he placed his palm back on his bladder with the other, to feel the tempest raging underneath. Blood pounded between his legs as he watched Eren press into his touch, his desperate squirming, panting and whining absolutely killing him; it was becoming torture not to touch himself, to give himself some relief. He massaged the piss filled bump with the heel of his palm, trying to coax the urine down and out, to push him to the brink. His own breathing rate increased as he listened to Eren's begging.

"Levi!" he cried again, tears beading up in the corners of his eyes. "Oh God, oh shit Levi, I can't, I can't…I'm going to piss, please, I've been good, I've been good for you…"

The boy sincerely swore he felt urine tickling its way up his cock, and at that moment, Levi finally said, "Alright love, you're done, I'll untie you now."

He whined in relief, squirming and wriggling the entire time it took for the dancer to make his way up to the head of the bed and finally untie him. Eren didn't waste a minute, launching up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom at the speed of light. Levi watched him go, part of him wanting to follow, but he also figured perhaps the boy could use a break; the session had seemed a bit much for him, and Levi wondered if maybe he had pushed him too hard. So, he sat on the edge of the bed awkwardly, trying to ignore the throbbing of his raging erection, not helped at all by the fact that Eren had left the bathroom door open and he could hear the sound of him urinating and his whimpers of relief clear as day. He groaned low in his throat and absently began to stroke himself, almost not hearing Eren's phone going off on the nightstand. He leaned over just enough to see who had sent the text.

When Eren entered the room again, looking extremely sated and his knees practically wobbling with relief, he told him, "You have a text from Jean." The phone dinged again, and then again. "Make that three."

The boy moaned as he flopped on the bed next to him, reaching lazily for his phone. "My thighs feel like rubber and I swear I can't feel my toes," he slurred.

Worried, the dancer asked, "It wasn't too much for you, was it?"

"No," Eren hurriedly assured him. "No, that wasn't it at all. It was perfect, just what I wanted. We'll have to do it again sometime." He sounded genuine, to Levi's relief, but said soon after, "Eh, Jean is just ranting about a new game that came out, not interested in playing it really. I'll reply to him later."

He put his phone back on the night stand and rolled over onto his side, regarding Levi with a flirtatious grin. "For now, I believe you said if I won the game, I could ask you to do anything I wanted."

Happy that he got to keep Eren's attention, Levi smiled back, running a down his boy's thigh. "That's right, darling. Anything you want. So what have you decided?"

"Well, I was going to be a smartass at first and ask you to do my dishes for me or something," he teased, "but then I decided I'd much rather you plow me into the mattress."

Levi cleared his throat, momentarily taken aback. "I…I think I can manage that."

"Fantastic. Already lubed myself up in the bathroom. That's why I took kinda long."

"Well damn," Levi laughed. "Someone's eager."

"Can you blame me?" He handed the older man the lube he kept in his nightstand.

Methodically, Levi slicked up his cock, telling him, "You know, I can't remember the last time I topped. This will be nice for a change. Not that I minded when I bottomed for you and I'm absolutely willing to do it again, but yeah."

Eren suddenly wondered how many times Levi had been forced to bottom without his consent; probably most of the time, and he felt a pang go through his chest. "Well, you can top me whenever you feel like it. I should consider myself so lucky that someone as gorgeous as you wants to fuck me."

Levi had no idea how to respond to that, too overcome, as usual. So instead, when he was finished, he wiped off his hand with the towel by the bed and crawled up towards where Eren was laying near the head of the bed, kissing him deeply but briefly.

"You're too good to me," he said huskily.

"Nah, if anything you deserve far better," Eren insisted.

Levi rolled his eyes and sighed, frustrated. "Just move so I can lay on your pillows."

The boy kissed him on the cheek before doing as he was told. "Yes my cute little pillow princess."

Levi smiled up at him as he plopped down on his back right between his pillows, looking far too delicious for his own good. His cock, now flushed a dark, angry red, laid against his belly, looking terribly neglected. Well, Eren would just have to fix that wouldn't he? He crawled up the bed, stopping once he was hovering over Levi's lap. He took his cock and lined himself up, Levi also gripping himself at the base to help.

"Take it slow," Levi cautioned him. "It'll probably be uncomfortable, but if you are careful enough, it won't hurt, and you'll adjust after a minute. Just don't think too much, and keep the tension in your upper body. Let your lower body relax."

Eren took a deep breath and steeled himself, trying to keep his eyes on Levi. He slowly began to sink down onto his length, shivering as his tip breached his entrance. The dancer was right, it was profoundly uncomfortable, not even from the stretch, but from the fact that something was going in where things normally came out.

"Keep taking deep breaths, sweetheart," Levi told him, rubbing at his thighs soothingly. "I'm right here."

The boy did as he was told; he could do this. He let the other man talk him through it, sinking down, slowly down, until he was fully seated in his lap. It burned for a while, and Eren forced himself to keep breathing, to keep the tension in his upper body like he was told and keep his lower body nice and loose. He listened to Levi's low murmurs of encouragement and praise, telling him that he was doing well, that everything was alright. However, those murmurs were drowned out a second later when his phone began ringing. He groaned in frustration when he leaned forward slightly and saw who it was.

"Fucking Jean," he growled. "He's getting mad that I'm not answering his texts so now he's calling me."

"Does he know I'm here?" Levi wanted to know.

"Yes, but I don't think he cares. I'm still going to ignore him. Maybe he'll go away."

Levi laughed at that. "Alright then, you ready?"

Eren paused, and then nodded. "Yeah, move slowly though please."

"Well, here, how about you move first. Control the pace, whatever you're comfortable with. Don't worry about me."

Another deep breath. Don't think, don't think, he told himself. He could do this. The discomfort was dying down the longer he sat there for. Men came from this sort of stuff all the time. All he had to do was let go, and it would feel good. It already felt sort of good, at least in his mind, knowing that Levi was in fact inside of him, that their bodies were connected. That mere months ago, this was something he could have only dreamed about, and now it was really happening. He raised himself up, and then lowered himself down again, placing steadying hands on Levi's chest. The older man was supporting him by holding him around the waist, guiding his movement, which made things easier. That hadn't been too bad, Eren decided, so he did it again. And again, and then again, until he was building up a slow but definite rhythm.

"Good job Eren," Levi praised, his eyes heavy lidded and color rising in his cheeks. "God you look beautiful like this."

That made the boy smile proudly, happy that even though he felt so unconfident, Levi thought he looked good and that he was doing well. He kept going, picking up the pace, and to his delight felt his boyfriend begin to thrust as well. Now that felt pretty good, the mutual friction building up a delicious heat. Eren's insides were flexing and fluttering around him, warm muscles gripping his cock perfectly. The slick sounds and the sounds of skin slapping against skin was making both of them lose their heads. Levi's grip tightened around the boy's waist, and Eren's head began to tip back, moist breaths panted between his glistening, parted lips.

"Just like that, that's beautiful," Levi gasped. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Eren."

The boy was losing himself, barely paying attention to what he was saying. He barely even heard the phone ring again, blocking it out and instead focusing on Levi's thumbs circling over both of his nipples.

"Come here, baby, come here," the dancer asked breathlessly, and Eren obliged, leaning forward, letting Levi pull him closer until he was embracing him around his waist and Eren's hands were braced against the headboard, panting right next each other's ears.

The sounds spurred Levi on, and for the first time in a long time, he felt himself begin to sweat during sex. It was glorious, the amount of heat Eren inspired in him, a genuine flame, rather than one he had to fake because his partner expected him to. He moved to grip the boy's rear, guiding his movements that way, marveling over how plush and exquisite it felt in his hands. Cheekily, he spanked him, as Eren had done to him so many times, and the slap made his partner gasp with delight. Encouraged, he spanked him with his other hand, biting his lip when the boy arched his back.

"Shit…oh shit, Levi!" Eren panted and cursed. "I-I'm sorry, my back is aching. Do you think we could…?"

"Yeah, yeah hold on, lay on your back," he suggested.

The boy obliged, Levi slipping out and then slipping back in once Eren was situated. The younger man spread his legs obediently, urging Levi to hurry up and move again without words, and he needed no encouraging, slipping one of Eren's legs up and over his shoulder. His gripped his thigh with both hands, stroking it, before resuming his thrusting.

Just then, at this new angle, Eren felt him hit something that caused a deep, delicious burning within him, something just as delightful as when his bladder had been so full. It burned a heated a path right up his belly into his chest, and he cried out, gripping at the sheets.

"Right there!" he begged, "Do that again, please!"

Levi grinned. "Found your sweet spot. Don't worry baby, I've got you, I'll take care of you."

He began to thrust in earnest, helpless to do anything but what Eren asked of him, especially when he sounded like that, and was making the prettiest "o" face Levi had ever seen in his life. This boy was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. He started to reach down for Eren's cock, to increase his pleasure even more, when that blasted phone rang yet again. And despite how good he felt, he was angry enough to want to toss it out the window. He looked at the caller I.D, and it was Jean again, the idiot. He didn't know enough to take a hint when his calls weren't being returned, did he? Well fine. Levi would be happy to teach him a lesson.

Eren was so far gone, especially when the dancer took hold of his cock and began to stroke him, that he barely even registered Levi picking up his phone and answering it with an irritated, "Can I help you?"

"Levi?" Jean began on the other end of the phone. "Is Eren there? I need to talk to him about- wait what the fuck is going on over there?"

The older man smirked. He had no doubt Jean could hear Eren's loud, lewd moans carrying through the receiver. Without breaking his rhythm, he answered, "Did you ever stop to think there's a reason Eren wasn't picking up his phone? He's in the process of getting his brains fucked out, so he'll call you back when he's finished, capiche?"

"Levi what the fuck"-

"Bye."

The dancer hung up the phone and tossed it on the pillow next to them, before proceeding to finish the poor boy off. He then thrusted into his helpless, satiated body until he himself finally came a moment later, calm washing over him like he hadn't known in ages.

Shaking, he pulled out, letting Eren's leg fall limply off his shoulder, before he crawled to the bottom of the bed where Eren's head was and collapsed next to him, both of them letting out little whimpers and moans, each one shaking with weakness, and both of their foreheads shining with sweat. Eren turned his head to look at Levi, and broke into delighted, breathless laughter.

"You ass," he said. "You probably scarred Jean for life."

Levi shrugged, and replied nonchalantly. "I just built up his character, and taught him a valuable lesson. He'll never try that again now."

"I hope so."

Levi was indeed right. In his home, Jean hung the phone and shakily put it back down on his table, before deciding he needed to fix himself a drink. Of bleach. It the only thing that would be able to erase the sound of his best friend's moans and pleas of "Oh Levi, fuck me harder!" from his brain forever.

A/N: Hey everyone! So school is almost done for me, so I'm going to try my best to start weekly updates for this fic! I'm also participating in the Ereri minibang event, and am therefore writing a fic for that, so keep a look out for it! Writing that may slow down updates for this story, but I'll try not to let that happen. I hope you all enjoyed!