A/N: Good day, beautiful people. Thank you for sticking around, for the favorites, follows and reviews! On a note, I have resigned and will be sort of unemployed again end of April, hopefully giving me more time to write. From there, there will be a slightly busy period and almost the rest of the year is smooth sailing. I will focus on this and be putting out some other fics, for those who may be interested.

Hope you enjoy!

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Levi let Eren guide him.

Every twitch of a muscle, every moan, every whimper, each time his jaw clenched, toes curled or fingers formed fists, Levi responded. Levi did only what Eren's body asked of him, watching attentively and noting every shaky breath, every twitch of the man's heavy arousal, every stutter of those fine hips. However just as Levi watched for signs of pleasure, he watched more attentively for signs of discomfort. But none came.

Eren was chasing a high Levi knew the boy had never experienced before. And oh, to be the first one to administer it was a high of its own. It was damn near intoxicating to watch Eren's body writhe as they boy's orgasm neared. While Levi had no intention of chasing it, he knew, and had told Eren, that it was a possibility. Now that that possibility was becoming a reality, Levi could not deny his sweet submissive. Eren had given him the permission, had said, "If I am close, please let me cum." Even now, as Eren's body begged for release, Eren's lips formed a sacred prayer, begging for more, begging for pleasure, begging, begging.

Levi brought the man to orgasm with barely a touch. He watched as Eren's body convulsed, as his hips stuttered and thrust forward with each jolt of his cock as his release shot from him. Jet after impressive jet of thick, white cum shot from Eren's aching cock, coating his stomach, the bed, and even shooting up as far as his own face. Watching this had Levi's own arousal tingle, but he paid absolutely no mind to it; Eren Yeager was his number one and only priority right now, and he would focus on nothing else until such time that Eren's high had been ridden out thoroughly.

The problem with a high this great, was the fall. This bigger the high, the greater the fall, the more violent the waking.

Levi had hoped to take Eren to great heights, but he had never imagined – hoped and fantasized, yes, but never truly thought it possible – that Eren would respond this well to his ministrations. He never would have thought that he could take Eren so far their first time. He never could have guessed it possible that Eren would become so lost, so quickly.

But now he was falling, and he was falling hard.

It started with the whimpers. It may have been the first time Levi had played with Eren, but he could quickly discern that these weren't whimpers of delight or pleasured desperation; these whimpers were those of fear. Seconds later, Eren began to fight against the confines. He tugged at the ropes on his wrists and ankles, and the moment he found he was stuck, those whimpers became louder, more desperate.

Levi was quick to jump into action, loosening one wrist and then the other within seconds. As soon as his wrists were free, Eren curled in on himself, holding his torso. The struggle to free his ankles only strengthened.

Shit…Levi thought, as he realized he would not be able to release Eren's ankle binds quick enough. Grabbing his knife, he deftly cut the rope, and as soon as Eren was free, he curled up in a little ball on the bed.

It was cause for concern, but not alarm. Levi quickly positioned himself by Eren's side, lying beside the younger man and using his whole body to wrap Eren up in a protective cocoon. His fingers began to gently caress all he could reach, a light, soothing touch across Eren's heated, clammy skin. The boy began to relax, barely, but the tension was snapping one tiny coil at a time.

Words of reassurance came from Levi's lips before he had removed the headphones, and as soon as Eren's whimpering ceased, Levi freed his sense of hearing. Eren froze at this, but Levi continued with his utterances, fingers and lips ghosting across Eren's skin as his strong arms locked around the younger man's body.

When they had spoken about the play, Levi had told Eren this was a possibility. He had warned Eren that the deeper he lost himself in the play, the worse it would be to come back to reality. Only when he had said it, Levi did not think it would be to this great an extend…however, he was fully prepared for it.

Reaching over behind him, Levi took the warm, damp cloth and began to clean Eren's release where he could reach. Eren responded positively to the warmth of the cloth and allowed Levi most of the access needed to clean at least his face and chest. The rest would have to wait. It took some time, but eventually Eren was some semblance of calm. Levi then dared to remove the final barrier between this world and Eren's, and quietly told Eren he was going to remove the blindfold a minute before he actually did it.

When he did, Eren whimpered and curled himself further into Levi's chest. Levi had seen this many times before, but he had never been on the receiving end of the disorientation and fear of being wrenched into a world in which one does not want to be. His soft assurances continued, his arms locking tighter around Eren's body and fingers and lips trailing across tanned skin.

"You're safe here, precious, do not fear. I've got you. I will keep you safe. I will protect you. Shh, rest now. Rest, my sweet Eren. Do not fear. I'm right here. You are not alone. I am here for you. I am here with you. You're safe, Eren."

An immeasurable amount of time passed. The second Bohren and Der Club of Gore playlist was nearing its end, but the two men lay still. Most of the candles had long since burnt out, leaving the room shrouded in darkness, yet neither flinched. Levi would lay by Eren's side until Eren was ready to move, and if that meant they would be sleeping here, then so be it.

As they lay there, Levi reminisced on their play. It couldn't have gone better. Eren had been receptive to him from the moment he'd entered the room, and from the moment Levi's ministrations first began, Eren was lost. It was delectable to see that beautiful body squirm under his touch, intoxicating to know Eren's mind was being taken to places previously undiscovered. Selfishly, Levi loved everything that had happened and wouldn't change a damn thing, even the rocky ending, because all of it came down to one very important fact – Levi and Eren had an incredible dynamic.

Despite the violent fall, Levi could catch Eren. It would be useless to be able to take Eren to highs and not be able to deal with the lows. Levi would not be able to say he was a good dominant if he could not handle his submissive in all aspects. Being exposed to this, so early on, eased some of Levi's own worries about being good for the brunette.

Eventually, though, Eren did stir. He groaned sleepily before wriggling in Levi's embrace; Levi did not let up until Eren let out another groan, pushing at Levi's chest weakly.

"Do you want to get up?" Levi whispered.

"I need to pee," Eren said groggily. Levi had guessed that Eren had fallen asleep some time ago.

"Are you alright to get up or do you need help?" Levi asked.

"I think I can get to the bathroom on my own, mom," Eren said.

And he's back, Levi thought with a smile as he rolled away from Eren.

He watched as Eren left the room, and as soon as he was alone, Levi let out a long sigh. What a damn perfect way to spend a Saturday, he thought, a smile touching his lips. He closed his eyes and took a moment to relive the delight of watching Eren come undone at his touch, before he slowly started fingering at the straps of his harness to remove it.

"Were you wearing that the whole time?" Eren asked.

Levi opened an eye and found Eren standing beside the bed, his expression somewhere between awed and embarrassed as he watched Levi removed the harness.

"Yes," Levi answered. He shook himself free of the harness before sitting up on the bed, glancing up at Eren. "How do you feel?"

Eren smiled shyly as he came to sit beside Levi, resting his head on the older man's shoulder. "I don't know."

"Is that a good thing?" Levi asked, nuzzling Eren's hair and taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his own shampoo on the boy. "Or a bad thing?"

"A good thing," Eren answered. "That was…fucking intense."

"I told you it would be."

Eren leaned away from Levi then, looking down at his fingers that were intertwined with one another. He chewed on his lower lip, searching for words, and Levi granted him the time to formulate his sentence. As much as he wanted to hear what was on his brat's mind, he needed Eren to try and figure this out for himself. Eventually, Eren lifted his eyes, determination clear in them.

"Did I cum?" Eren asked.

At first, Levi wanted to laugh. Was that all Eren was mulling about asking? However, instead, Levi just nodded, knowing that there was a very real possibility that Eren wanted to ask or say something else, and opted to ask something easier instead.

"Like a fucking fire truck," Levi added.

Even in the dark of the room, Eren's blush was vivid. "I saw there was some uhm…cum on my stomach and stuff…"

"I did try to clean you up," Levi said, "but you were a little inaccessible in your position."

"My position?"

"You don't remember?"

Eren thought for a moment. His eyes danced around the room, and he looked at each one of the sets of candles, noting that the white candle from each had burnt out. Most of the red candles seemed to have served half their lifespans. Eyes still roaming the room, the brunette noted the implements Levi had showed him earlier were all still impeccably placed, as if they were never used. The ice had melted completely, though. Eren saw the white spots of his cum against the black bedding and his blush deepened.

"I uh…" Eren eventually tried. He cleared his throat. "I remember feeling incredibly good. I have never felt so amazing in my life."

"That's good."

"But then I started feeling real empty and scared. I didn't want that amazing feeling to end."

A small smile touched Levi's lips as he reached forward to caress Eren's cheek. "No one ever does, Eren, and that's perfectly normal. That's what I am here for; to catch you. Coming down from that high will get easier with time."

"Really?" Eren sounded scared. "I don't want to feel like that again."

Hearing that made Levi's heart clench. Despite every good thing he'd made Eren feel, the boy had also gone through a very unpleasant drop, and for that, Levi felt responsible. He wracked his mind wondering how he could've done it better; could he have noticed sooner that Eren was falling? Should he have cut all the ropes instead of untying the wrists first? Should he…

"It's not your fault, Levi," Eren suddenly said. Levi's eyes met Eren's again, and he saw nothing but concern in those dark greens. "You made it okay. As soon as you held me, I felt better."

"I don't want you to have that again," Levi whispered.

Eren smiled a goofy, boyish smile and said, "Shit happens. But overall, it really was incredible. I never knew it was possible to feel so…consumed."

That was what Levi wanted to hear. That is what he, as a Dominant, lived for. He wanted nothing more than to please and satisfy his sub, and to hear Eren speak like that truly made him happy. "So I didn't scare you off?"

"Nah," Eren said. "It'll take more than that to scare me. Besides…if this is what our first time was like, imagine how it will be when we're…you know…closer."

So it wasn't just Levi who had had that thought. "It'll only get better."

Eren smiled and leaned towards Levi, pausing for a moment as if asking permission. Levi said nothing, and made no move to advance or retreat, curious as to what the younger man's intentions were. However, being this close to Eren was bringing to life the previously snuffed out embers of his arousal.

Oh, it had been too long since a play had aroused him. For as long as he could remember, years, in fact, he had played with women. He could tease and tantalize and even sexually satisfy them with his ministrations without so much as touching them – he would not dare, and cringed at the mere thought – but those sessions never aroused him. They enticed his mind, dare he say aroused him psychologically, but that was it. He was excited at the prospect of being able to do that to another person. With Eren, he had become sexually excited at seeing the object of his lusting satisfied by his ministrations. He thought he had dealt with it perfectly fine at the time by ignoring it, but now it was impossible to ignore.

"Did it turn you on?" Eren whispered.

"Yes," Levi said without missing a beat.

"Did you cum?"

"No, Eren. This was about you."

Eren smiled a shy, lopsided smile before giving Levi a chaste kiss on the cheek. Only, he did not retreat, his lips moving towards Levi's ear to whisper, "Can I please make you cum…sir?"

Say no more, Levi wanted to growl out. Instead, he smirked and raised a brow. "I would like to tidy up here and get clean…" He ran his eyes along the length of Eren's body, noting that the younger man's other length had already roused from its flaccid state. Insatiable brat, Levi thought. "So why don't you go and run us a nice bath while I tidy up, and then we can soak together."

"Bath sex isn't all that glamorous, you know," Eren said.

Levi rolled his eyes. "I never said I'm going to fuck you, Eren."

A devious smile came to the brunette's lips. "Your intentions aren't the only ones we need to consider, you know."

"Horny brat," Levi chastised, abruptly standing and turning away from Eren despite knowing his semi wouldn't be visible in the dark light. "Go run a bath."

"Yes sir," Eren said teasingly, before all but waltzing out of the room.

Once alone, Levi palmed at his semi erect cock, shifting it to a more comfortable position in his pants as he thought that Eren Yeager would be the death of him.

Not only is bath sex not glamorous; bath anything is not glamorous.

When Levi came into the bathroom, he was not flaccid. Had Eren not seen Levi flaccid before, he may have thought that the man was simply particularly well endowed, but he knew better than that. Levi's cock jutted out a little more as it hung, longer than usual, and looking heavy as the growing veins fed the growing beast. Seeing it had Eren lick his lips; knowing it was because of him that the older man was turned on had Eren's own length throb beneath the water and luscious cascade of bubbles.

He stroked his own length as Levi slipped into the spacious tub, eyes trained on Eren. It was obvious what he was doing, but Levi said nothing of it. He simply watched as Eren masturbated before him.

Being watched in this manner was a violent turn on for Eren. Those predatory eyes focused on his own, drinking in his every movement and all but daring him to push harder, go further, to cum again. Eren felt as bound by Levi's gaze as he did by the ropes that had bound his wrists and ankles, and in this moment, there was nothing he would change. He loved being trapped by the man, locked in his lair and spun tightly into his web as he sought his own carnal pleasure.

And Levi seemed absolutely enamored by it.

Eren could only imagine Levi's length had hardened. Hidden beneath the surface of the water, Eren could do nothing but fantasize about what was happening to the older man. But if the darkening expression on his face and the increasing hunger in his eyes were anything to go about, Eren was willing to bet that Levi was erect. Eren imagined Levi's length heavily resting against his thigh, the head slightly exposed as the foreskin pulled back, unable to further contain the bulbous glans. The thought alone had Eren hungry for more, yearning to touch and to feel that pulsating heat in his own hands.

"Come here," Eren whispered.

Wordlessly, Levi obliged. He moved closer to Eren, but closer wasn't close enough. Eren scooted closer yet, moving until his chest was mere inches from Levi's. He wrapped his legs around Levi's waist, while the older man let his legs stay loosely at Eren's side. They were so close that the current of the water moving around them had Levi's cock brush against Eren's hand.

With his eyes on Levi, Eren took Levi's length into his hand. Would he ever get used to how heavy and hot it felt? Would he every get used to the fact that, despite his own hands being somewhat large, his thumb just barely touched his fingers when he wrapped them around Levi's impressive girth?

The intensity of Levi's glare faltered at Eren's touch, and Levi let out a long breath as Eren's hand began gliding along his length.

There was no teasing and no slow build up. They were two men seeking one thing: release. In a matter of seconds, Eren's hands found a quick, sharp rhythm on both his and Levi's cocks, grip loose and hands twisting at each touch of their heads. Despite the water sloshing about and spilling from the edges of the bathtub and onto the floor, both men were too lost chasing their highs to care. Eventually, Levi had his head thrown back and was moaning quietly as Eren stroked him, the twisting of fingers around his head at each stroke almost too much to bear. Eren simply watched, dazed and ravenous, as Levi threatened to come undone at his touch.

It didn't take particularly long. Levi was too highly strung and Eren too turned on by being able to make such a steadfast, pristine man a moaning mess.

Levi came first.

With a barely audible gasp and, dare Eren say, a desperate moan, Levi pinched his eyes shut and clenched his jaw as a thousand volts tore through his body. Eren watched, entranced, as silent profanities fell from Levi's lips, hips stuttering instinctively as his cock lurched, spilling his release.

It was enough to push Eren over the edge. He whispered Levi's name as he came, the weight of pleasure pulling him under and threatening to drown him as he sat in this very tub. He could feel his abdominal muscles clenching painfully tight as the pressure further below reached critical point, and he snapped. Again, and again, he could feel that delightful pressure rise and fall, and rise and fall as he shot his essence to be lost in the water around him.

When he came down from the momentary high, so delightful but paling in comparison to the heights Levi had taken him, Eren found Levi staring at him again.

"What?" Eren asked, smiling shyly. His skin felt hot, and he could feel his cheeks flush.

Levi smirked. "I'm beginning to wonder if I'm ever going to take you on that date."

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