The first time we stopped on our way home was unintentional. The only reason we did was because we stumbled and almost crashed face-first into the concrete. Why? Because we couldn't keep our hands off of each other long enough to walk the couple blocks from Jean's house to mine. Every step of the way, we were pressed up against each other, shoulder to shoulder, half-hugging, kissing with our eyes closed while navigating the sidewalk (or trying to, anyway).
We managed to keep it up until Levi's foot caught on something and he tripped. There was a soft gasp from Levi when I caught him in my arms before he could fall, as if we'd rehearsed this a dozen times before. Some might say it was dumb luck, but I knew better. As long as he was with me, I'd be there to catch him, in any way I could.
I smiled at Levi, who was still trying to catch his breath, before I bent down to touch my lips to his. He relaxed immediately, going soft and pliant in my arms, his breathing evening out until it was back to normal. It was a miracle I still had this effect on him, and I kissed him harder when I realized it. What started out as one or two, maybe three gentle kisses to calm him quickly turned into so much more. Before I knew it, Levi was back on his feet and I was pinned against the front of a closed store we were walking past. Levi looked up at me, the softness in his gaze so very reverent, and then the entirety of his gorgeous body was pressed against me and his nose was buried in the crook of my neck. And then he just breathed me in. I shivered despite the lingering summer heat in the night air.
"God, the way you smell," Levi sighed into my neck while he moved his nose up to the spot behind my ear and into my hair. "I missed your scent so much. So much, Eren. Want it on me."
It was a good thing Levi didn't give me a chance to reply, because all I was currently able to produce was an embarrassing series of pants and moans. What he did instead was lick me, from my earlobe across the curve of my jawline all the way to my mouth. I barely had time to take note of how positively divine it felt before his thigh wedged in between my legs and his tongue opened up my lips for him. All I could do was stay there, pressed up against the wall, held up by his hands, and let him disarm me with every perfect stroke of his tongue against mine, every rub of his firm thigh against the growing erection between my legs.
"Levi." It was nothing more than a whisper against his mouth, far from the plea I wanted it to be. "I'm—"
Yeah, so maybe I was another touch away from creaming my pants right there in a public street. Maybe I was coiled so tight with excitement over the fact that everything I wanted was here in my arms that I didn't even care. But what I did care about was the way we'd do this, because the first time after, I wanted it to be with Levi, wanted to be inside him. It was an absurd, primal urge—wanting to mark him like this—but I needed it regardless. Any kind of mark I could leave on him, I would leave, and coming inside of him, filling him up with something so uniquely me, was the most intimate, most beautiful mark I could think of.
"Levi, wait." I gasped when he chose this moment to bite my bottom lip, knowing damn well what that did to me. "Levi, let me take you home. Please."
At some point, my hands must've dropped to his waist, which came in handy now. I gave him a little apologetic push to shift his attention from kissing to listening. He pulled away and gave me the single most compelling pout I'd ever seen. It would've taken my legs clear out from under me if it weren't for the solid wall at my back.
"Yes. Okay," he said, obviously realizing that pouting was pointless. "Sorry. Kinda forgot myself there for a sec."
I closed the distance and touched my forehead to his. "Tell me about it. I've been barely hanging on since we left the party."
"One more kiss and then we go and don't stop until we get to your place?"
He was looking at me with such genuine sincerity in his eyes that I couldn't help but chuckle. Cupping his cheeks, I tilted his face up to me, smiling when I saw he was fighting to keep his eyes from fluttering shut.
"I'm thinking I'm gonna need at least two more."
Levi smiled, closing his eyes as my lips brushed his to kiss him long and deep and passionate. There was just a hint of tongue, only a brief meet because we knew what more than that would lead to. When we finally swayed apart, deliciously drunk on love, I wrapped my hand around his and pulled him away from the storefront.
The second time we stopped was entirely my fault. We were already at my front door and it was Levi's breathless whisper of "gimme your key" along with his fingers digging into the front of my jeans that led to the holdup.
When I looked at him and how desperate he was to get inside, I forgot all about the key. I just wanted him, right now. I grabbed his hips, pushing him against the wall to kiss him a lot rougher than I'd planned to. Levi seemed to forget about his search for the key as soon as I licked my way into his mouth. His hand slid out of my pockets to hold onto the fabric of my shirt instead, before he dropped them to the hem and slipped beneath to run his nails over the bare skin of my back. Levi's head fell back against the door when my mouth traveled from his lips to his neck to lick across his pulse point.
"Eren," he whispered. "Please, I … I want to be with you. Make me yours."
My heart was pounding up a storm in my chest, thundering so hard that I knew Levi must have felt it with how our bodies were pressed flush together, all the way from lips to toes.
I took his face in my hands as gently as I could and looked into his beautiful gray eyes. He didn't have to ask. I would give him the world, all he had to do was ask for it.
"You're all I want," I answered, voice thick with unshed tears because even with him right here, here where I could touch him, taste him, feel him, I couldn't believe the luck I was having at my fingertips.
I still had him up against the door when I finally got the key out of my pocket and tried to stick it into the lock. Tried being the operative word, because the hand that wasn't holding onto Levi like a lifeline was shaking so hard that I missed once, twice, a third time. Levi chuckled quietly, then got onto his tiptoes and kissed my ear.
"Let me," he whispered and suckled my earlobe. I noticed Levi's hands were shaking, too, probably just as much as mine, but he still managed to open the door for us with some well-aimed maneuvering.
We stumbled more than walked into my house. Levi's hands were tangled in my hair, holding and tugging just the way I liked, his body arching into my touch as I pushed him up against the wall and took his kiss-swollen lips with mine, his tongue only waiting for me to dip in and have a long, savory taste. He smelled like heaven; tasted like eternity. Felt like my very own piece of more and home and mine.
"I love you," I said. It came out as a broken whisper, barely audible, but Levi understood. His eyes were glossy when he leaned in to kiss me again, teardrops catching in his lashes when he pulled back.
"I love you, too."
It was what pulled me over the edge, what made me my head spin so fast that I could barely catch my breath. Within a heartbeat, I had him bundled up in my arms, his legs wrapping tightly around my middle as I made my way down the hallway, up the stairs and into my room.
The only light illuminating the room around us was the silver glow of the full moon, and when I laid Levi down on top of my white sheets, the moonlight caught in the black of his hair, the ivory of his skin, the gray of his eyes. He looked positively ethereal like this, so much more than just a boy. But that was it—he wasn't just a boy to me, right? He was the boy I loved, and no matter how or when I looked at him, he'd always be different to everybody I knew, everybody I'd ever known. He'd always be more.
"Eren," he breathed. In an utterly adorable gesture, he reached out for me, fingers wiggling, beckoning me closer. I plucked one of his impatient hands from the air and kissed every single finger on it, one after the other, before I gently spread Levi's thighs and settled in the vee of his legs. That was apparently about how long I could go without kissing him, because I was already drawn back in to his mouth, as if the magnetic pull I'd felt between us since day one was something solid instead of the pipe dream I'd always liked to picture in my head.
Levi's hands were on my face, in my hair, then under my shirt, nails digging into my skin, making me tremble and moan and beg for more. Every inch of me, visible or not—I wanted Levi's mark on it. Love bites that wouldn't fade for days, teeth marks that ached so damn beautiful whenever I ran the pads of my fingers over them, the sweet burn of exertion in my bones after we'd loved too much and too many times, forgetting to care about things like overstimulation and soreness. I wanted it all, anything and everything.
"Can I take this off?" Levi asked, hands tugging on my shirt from the inside. His fingers were already on my skin, so the shirt was really nothing more than a nuisance at this point. I smiled down at Levi beneath me and then leaned in to suck on his bottom lip.
"I'll let you in on a little secret, Levi. I'm not going to say no to anything you want tonight."
There was a sparkle of excitement flickering through Levi's eyes before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for another kiss, this one so hot and wet and wild that I couldn't help whimpering when he broke away.
"That makes two of us then," he said, still breathless from the kiss we'd just shared.
Sitting up, I got rid of my shirt, before I realized that actually, there was no need for jeans either. I shuffled out of them too, leaving me only in my boxers. Then I tilted my head to look at Levi and arched an eyebrow at him, accompanied by what I liked to think of as my most irresistible smirk.
"You know, now that we're boyfriends—" I tried to ignore the flutter of my heart when I said it out loud, "I'm pretty sure we're required to match our outfits. So, you up for the boxers-and-nothing-else look I got going on?"
Levi snorted, then full-on laughed, and the sound had me drop what I was doing and stay still just to soak it up. God, how I'd missed that sound. It brought back so many memories, so much happiness, so much of the summer we'd spent with each other. And so much of what was to come.
"I can't defy the universal boyfriend order now, can I? As long as you're the one who's dressing me up." He put special emphasis on the last word since we both knew dressing up rather meant not dressing at all in this case, which in turn, made me laugh.
"My pleasure," I drawled, throwing in a corny wink for good measure.
I crawled back into the space between his spread legs, which was quickly becoming my favorite place, and slowly undid his belt buckle. "Care to speed this up a little bit?" Levi groaned when I leaned in to kiss the strip of skin just above the waistband of his boxers, which was revealed now that I'd pulled his jeans over the luscious curve of his bottom.
I kissed my way across the cotton of his underwear until I reached the bare skin of his thigh and licked the smooth skin on the inside.
"Nope," I breathed against the wet spot my kiss had left on his thigh. "We're going to do this nice and slow."
Levi actually glared at me, though going by the smile playing around his lips—the one he was currently trying so hard to suppress—I knew he was far from being serious.
"I'm all for nice and slow, just not tonight. Eren, can you please just get me out of these clothes and fuck me? Get that first orgasm out of the way? I'm barely hanging on here, in case you haven't noticed."
"You want that first orgasm, Levi?" Teasingly, I slipped my fingers beneath his boxers, dangerously close to where I knew he wanted me, but before I reached his erection, I stopped to trace the junction where his thigh met his hip.
Levi's head fell back against the pillows, eyes beaming up at me from behind heavy lids. "Oh god, yes. Please."
"Then we should probably get those off," I said, fingertips curling around his boxers to slip them off his legs. I'd been trying to brace myself for the impact of seeing Levi—seeing all of him, bare and flushed and gorgeous—but nothing in the world could have prepared me for this. Levi was still, skin dewy and gorgeous, his legs spread in open invitation. There was no way my heart would ever calm down, not after tonight. I ate him up with my eyes, every beautiful inch of him, from his marvelous eyes to his wet lips, from the dainty curve of his collarbones to his dusky pink nipples, from the hip bones I loved teasing so much, along his thick cock, flushed red with need and glistening at the tip, over the arch of his legs to the tips of his small toes.
"God. Do you know how beautiful you are?"
Levi smiled at me. "I know that I'll never tire of you telling me."
"Good. Because I'll tell you every day starting right now."
"And I'm not going to complain. Now shut up and kiss me, please?" he whispered sweetly, and I did. I didn't stop when both of us were out of breath, didn't stop when he rubbed his erection against mine, searching for friction, and I was still kissing him when I wrapped my hand around his cock to pump him slowly, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, exactly the way I knew drove him wild.
He made a small sound of protest when I broke the kiss. "Can I kiss you?" I asked. "Down here?"
"Fuck, yes," he said, eyes dark with desire when he blinked down at me. "Anything."
I pressed the flat of my tongue to both of his nipples on my way down, pulling back with a slurp to relish the sight of them, all pink and wet. His skin quivered under my touch when I kissed a slow path down to his navel, letting the tip of my tongue dip inside when I got there. There was not a part of him that didn't taste good enough to throw a smoke screen of pure bliss over my brain. Moving down, I finally got close enough to bury my nose in the light dusting of hair below his navel and god, this was it. There was nothing out there—known or unknown—that was better than this.
Levi's fingers were in my hair while I nuzzled his pubic bone until I was close enough to press wet, sucking kisses to the base of his length. Levi moaned long and low, his thighs tightening where they lay draped over my shoulders. He was enjoying the hell out of this, I could tell. And I was only just beginning.
"Eren, I—oh, Jesus Christ, fuck."
He broke off when I—finally—wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and gave the smooth skin a deliberate suck. His taste was lusciously concentrated here, drawing me in like the most potent aphrodisiac known to man. His hips were shuddering, skin covered by a thin sheen of sweat over hundreds of little goose bumps. Before long, he was bucking up into my mouth, driving his cock deeper and groaning my name when he hit the back of my throat. The tangy taste of his precome filled my mouth and I'd have gladly drowned in it if it weren't for Levi's hands sinking into my hair and holding me back from swallowing him up again and again.
"Eren, wait, I … I want to taste you, too," he said, his voice breathy and quiet in a way I recognized as shyness. I kissed the tender skin just below the head of his cock before I—reluctantly—pulled off with a soft pop. When I looked up at him, licking my lips to preserve his taste as long as I could, his face was flushed the most adorable shade of pink, teeth biting his bottom lip.
My thumbs massaged slow circles into his hips when I said, "Hey, there's absolutely no reason to be embarrassed, okay? There's nothing I don't want to do with you, so just name it. I'm right there with you, I promise."
My heart made a frantic leap in my chest when I saw him visibly relaxing in response to my words. I loved that I could do that, that he trusted me enough to believe me when I said we were on the same page, no matter what it was that he wanted.
He took a deep breath, then looked away before his eyes were back on me, this time to stay. His gaze didn't stray from mine when he said, "I want us both to … to taste each other. At the same time."
I thought for a moment. "You want to do a 69?"
And there it was again, Levi's sweet, sweet blush. Jesus, I wanted to crawl up along his body and run my fingertips over the rosy spots that were in the process of spreading from his cheeks all the way to his collarbones.
"Yes," he replied. It was quiet, almost too quiet, so he swallowed and said it again, voice even and firm this time. Watching him like this, gathering his courage to tell me he wanted to try something new, was too cute for words. "Yes, I want to do a 69."
I pressed a last kiss to the inside of his thigh—with just a hint of teeth that had Levi cooing seductively at the back of his throat—and then moved up to kiss his lips. During the second in which I broke away to catch my breath, I looked into his eyes. "You wanna be on top, babe?"
Levi nodded. He got up on his elbows and kissed me again, long and deep before the 69 would make that impossible for a while, and then I laid back and watched Levi getting up on his knees to crawl over me on all fours. The sight alone added a white-hot flare of arousal to the fire inside my belly, which was continuing to burn faster and hotter with every passing second. My cock was hard enough to border on painful, but I knew Levi's sinfully talented mouth would bring sweet relief before I had a chance to worry. I got comfortable, body stretched out, eyes fixing on Levi's swollen cock hanging heavy in my face.
"Ready?" I asked, but the question was swallowed by a loud groan on my end when Levi's lips wrapped around my cock and sucked so perfectly, so fierce, that I was seeing stars behind my eyelids. I let whatever sound left my lips come freely now, since trying to hold onto any semblance of control when I was with Levi was a losing battle if I'd ever fought one. I focused all my attention on him, on every little gasp that slipped from between his stretched lips around my cock, on the trembles and shudders that shook his body on top of me, on the way he felt and tasted and smelled.
He was a man on a mission, his mouth working me with precise flicks of his tongue and delicious suckles on every spot that had me positively keening with pleasure. Levi's perfect ass was wiggling right there in front of me, so sweet and irresistible that it was a physical impossibility to deny myself a taste. It was tough to ignore Levi's cock, but for now, I wanted to focus on something else—his sweet spot, the one that had him give up every ounce of control willingly if I teased it just right.
Hands on his hips, I brought him down to my face and tried to ignore the magic he worked on my cock. I might've been severely Levi-deprived, but I still wanted to draw this out as long as possible, make this as good as possible for the both of us. I licked my lips, getting them all nice and wet and then I ran my tongue across Levi's balls. He jerked and moaned a wild garble of curses and my name, but grew mellow a second later and rocked back into me when I continued to kiss and suckle his sac, rolling it around my tongue, nibbling the silky skin.
When I moved my mouth back to his perineum to press soft, wet kisses to it, Levi's hips jerked almost violently. The way he was sucking me off slipped from precise and careful to sloppy and uncoordinated with every kiss I breathed into his skin, every inch that got me closer to his opening. The first wet touch of my tongue to his hole had Levi shouting his pleasure, fingers curling around the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. I stroked him through it, savoring the stream of throaty groans falling from his lips when I continued to tongue his rim. His legs were quivering against me, lips resting unmoving on my cock before he seemed to remember himself and got back to spoiling me with his mouth. I didn't mind the stop and go he had going on. This is what I lived for, taking Levi to a point where he was so lost in the pleasure I was giving him that he all but forgot about everything else. Where he was too far gone on how good it felt; on how good I was making him feel.
"You taste like heaven," I whispered against the sensitive skin around his entrance. My eyes closed when Levi moaned, his hole fluttering against my lips. I waited a second longer for him to adjust, and then I reached up to squeeze his perfect thighs as I drove my tongue inside him, again and again, until I got what I wanted—that long, low rumble of my name on Levi's lips. "Eren, god, you … This feels amazing."
It was all the encouragement I needed. My grip on his thighs tightened and I licked him faster, harder, spearing my tongue into him as deep as I could, until he pulled off my cock and lost himself to riding my face. A few more flicks of my tongue was all it took for him to be soft enough to take two of my fingers. When I breached him, he clenched around my digits, softly panting "Eren, Eren, Eren".
"You're so good for me, so tight … I can't wait to be inside you, feel that perfect warmth stretched around me," I said throatily before I leaned in to add my tongue back in with my fingers. Levi was leaking precome on my chest, hot and wet and thick. I dropped the hand that wasn't presently occupied with opening Levi up for me and ran my fingers through the warm mess, moistening the tips. Then I brought them up to where I was working Levi's opening, pulled back with another wet kiss to his hole and ran my fingers over his rim, smearing Levi's precome over the pink flesh, mixing it with my saliva and watching as thick drops dripped down the inside of his thighs.
Levi threw me a heavy-lidded glance over his shoulder. "Damn," he whispered. "I kinda forgot how fucking amazing you are in the sack."
"And I have absolutely no problem reminding you whenever that happens." I chuckled, then lapped at a droplet that was just beginning to trickle down Levi's cleft before I met his eyes and blew him a kiss.
He sighed, wiggling his ass before pushing it back against my face in one seductively slow movement. "What I haven't forgotten is how much of a tease you are. Honestly, Eren, your foreplay game's undoubtedly the best out there, but my stamina is not, so please? It feels like I haven't had you in forever, and now that I'm this close to having you again, I just ... I can't wait." He took a deep breath and looked at me over his shoulder. "I know it sounds cheesy as fuck, but I haven't felt whole since you left and I have a feeling you could remedy that if you … if you …"
"Hey," I said quietly. "I got you."
There were tears in my eyes, but I did my best to blink them away and focus on hugging his thighs to my chest and pressing tender little kisses to every inch of him I could reach in this position. The break up had been hard on both of us, but what he'd just said—about not feeling whole—was exactly what I'd said to Armin and Mikasa whenever they asked me how I felt after Levi left me. I don't feel whole. There's a huge piece of me missing, can't you see that? I'm not myself without him.
Hearing him using the same words now was almost more than I could take.
"Come here," I said, my voice thick with emotion. Grabbing his hips, I turned him around until we were face to face, lips to lips, and then I was kissing him—really kissing him—with everything I had. So many feelings whirling around inside me, and yet I managed to weave all of them into this kiss.
"I love you," I said somewhere in between one blissfully reverent kiss and the next.
"I love you, too, Eren Jeager."
