After that afternoon spent on the hill, Eren and Levi were nearly insatiable when it came to each other. It thoroughly surprised both of them, to be sure, just how obsessed they became with pleasuring each other whenever they got a moment alone. Levi thought he would be satisfied for life after he and Eren wobbled home later that evening. He was so very drained, still tingling with aftershocks all the way home and right until he eventually collapsed into bed, falling asleep before his head hit the pillow. But though he had never taken drugs before, he imagined that this is what it might be like. He had gotten a taste of an ecstasy far beyond his comprehension, something that stimulated every one of his senses, something that made him see heaven. And he was surprised to realize that just a couple days later, he wanted more.
He didn't know whether or not it was because Eren was such a siren, or because he himself felt like a bratty, hormonal teenager all over again. Maybe he was just making up for time lost during those teenage years when he could have been experimenting with what made him feel good. But Eren was very right; though his orgasm had completed blindsided him and made him faint for a few seconds, it didn't frighten him like he thought it would, and it was overall a pleasant experience. Either way, whenever he passed his boy in a dark hallway or they were near an empty closet that people rarely went by, he was pulling him close and ravaging his mouth, then his body in a frenzy of lust and greed.
Eren of course had absolutely no complaints. He loved seeing his normally stoic, prim little Doll acting like he was constantly in heat and only his boy could satisfy the ache that always seemed to rage in him. He was more than happy to soothe the fire inside of him by first flaming it to unimaginable proportions, and then putting it out with an intense orgasm that made his partner go completely limp and docile.
Speaking of which…
This time, it had been Eren who had gotten the itch, while they were in the barn of all places. However, this place was much more public, and though it was very huge, it was more well-travelled than most of the mansion. Therefore there were more chances that they could be caught. But for some reason, on this particular day, perhaps Levi was more hard-up than usual, or maybe they had been getting away with it for long enough, that the thought excited him a bit. When no one was looking, Eren had pulled the older man into an empty stall and held him close, before kissing all over his neck. Levi arched into him, his body becoming a livewire in minutes, not even questioning why Eren was like this suddenly, just happy that he was. He began breathing heavily and pawing at Eren's crotch, his thighs, and what he could reach of his rear. The boy chuckled at his insistence.
"Ah, perhaps we should go somewhere a little more private?" he suggested, red-faced and panting. "I've always fantasized about fucking you in one of the tack rooms."
Levi pulled back, humming and pretending to think about it, before giving his boy another deep kiss and saying, "Well then let's make it a reality."
They checked before leaving the stall to see if anyone was milling about. A couple of grooms were entering stalls further down the aisle, so they flattened their hair and casually walked out, trying their best to not appear half-hard, and if anyone asked, their faces were so red because it was quite warm out. Either way, they skittered away as best they could without attracting attention, before Eren dragged Levi inside one of the large, luxurious tack rooms and shut the door behind them.
The door locked from the outside, but luckily when the door opened it swung into the room. So, in order to buy them some time should they be found out, the two of them moved a heavy trunk in front of the door. Once that was finished, they resumed, giggling and kissing and unbuttoning pants with fumbling fingers.
"This is amazing," Levi told him between kisses. "It's like you've set me free. My anxiety is just falling away the more we do this. What sort of witchcraft did you use to make this happen?"
Eren snickered, "I'd say it was my natural charm but more likely it's just my prodigious engine that you want so much."
Levi had to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from bursting out laughing. "Prodigious my ass. But yes, I do want it. I have to be honest, most cocks that I've seen have been quite hideous. How is it that you have the only pretty one in town?"
"It might just be pretty to you because you're in love."
"No, I'm serious. I wouldn't want to touch any of those other things with a ten foot pole, let alone put one in my mouth."
With that, he got down on his knees, pushing Eren back a step or two so that he was leaning against a saddle sitting on a rack. He then helped him to pull his trousers down just enough so that his cock was exposed. It was already flushed dark and beginning to stand up, and looked so enticing. Levi decided to tease him a bit though, licking around the base of his cock and the skin of his lower belly, before moving to lick at his sack, which was so warm against his tongue. He heard Eren groan, but it was a groan of half frustration, half arousal. Levi glanced up at him with sparkling eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing.
"You evil beast," Eren growled down at him with a feral grin. "I never took you for a tease. You learn very fast."
"I've told you," Levi breathed against his skin, "that it's very fun to tease you. You look very cute when you're frustrated."
He leaned down and kissed what he could of Eren's thigh, licking and biting at the firm skin, feeling the muscle flex underneath it. He left a little mark there, one of the only places that he could do so. It brought him pride to know that every time he looked at it, Eren would know who he belonged to as he remembered how he got it.
"Just remember, you're mine, yes?" Levi asked sweetly.
"Completely," Eren agreed eagerly. "I'm so in love with you it's disgusting. You've ruined me for any other person in the world."
Levi gave him another nip on the thigh for good measure, before slowly and torturously making his way back up to his cock again. But once again, he didn't take it in his mouth. He still teased Eren by licking the base, tiny, barely there kitten licks, clearly having the time of his life as he breathed in his intimate scent. He could feel Eren's hand settling on the top of his head, trying to guide him towards where he wanted, but obviously being unsuccessful.
"Leviiii," he whined, petting through his hair. "Come on, must you be like this? You're killing me."
He did sound quite desperate, the poor thing. Well, he decided he'd been mean for long enough, so he finally took Eren in his mouth, sucking hard on the head of his cock. Truthfully, he had only sucked Eren off once since they had had sex for the first time, so he was sure he was still rubbish at this whole business. But Eren had come that first time anyway, and deep down he knew no matter how bad a blowjob was, it was rather easy to get a man off as long as there was some sort of heat and moisture applied to those sensitive areas. And likewise now, just as then, Eren was tensing up, thighs quivering as he fought to hold down the loudest of moans that wanted to escape him. His head fell back and almost hit the wall behind him, and he brought up a hand so that he could bite the back of it to muffle the noises he was making. Unlike Levi, Eren had no problems with broadcasting to whoever was listening that his partner was making him feel good, or crying out his name so that everyone knew who he belonged to.
Levi briefly pulled back, still stroking Eren's cock, and told him, "You're a very pretty sight when you're feeling good, did you know that? I love how I can make your thighs shake and your skin all hot from what I'm doing."
Eren had no answer for him; no charming quip or snarky response. Oh, then that must have meant Levi was doing very well. The knowledge also made Levi feel quite warm, and at the same time, chills skittered under his skin. He found that he couldn't help himself, and he gripped at his own cock, only adding fire to the burning ache he felt. He groped at himself as he sucked Eren off, and the boy happened to look down and see it. He moaned helplessly at the sight, feeling dizzy with the knowledge that Levi felt so good from pleasuring him that it brimmed over until he just had to touch himself. He was ruining his prudish partner in the best way, as he knew just a month ago Levi would have never dreamed of doing something like that.
The older man was encouraged further by the fact that Eren kept breathing praise like prayers over the back of his neck, leaning further and further back, being held up completely by the saddle behind him. He was rambling nonsense, things about how Levi was gift from the heavens, how he looked amazing on his knees like that, and other things like, "Just like that, flick your tongue- there, oh Levi, I feel like I'm going to die, I see a light and I'm going towards it, follow me won't you?"
He had to resist laughing. Eren was both precious and ridiculous when he lost control of his senses, and it was a privilege knowing that he was gaining the skills so that he could do it again and again. He could hear his boy breathing in that certain rapid, high pitched way that let him know he was on the cusp of losing it. Any moment now he was going to come, and he would most likely want Levi to pull away soon.
And there it was. Eren began pushing on Levi's head and the boy started whispering little plaintive commands of, "Wait, hold on," and of course the older man listened, sitting back on his heels and wiping the saliva that had dripped onto his chin. However, instead of getting himself off the rest of the way, Eren reached into his pocket and pulled out that bottle of oil, before he began slicking up his cock with it.
Oh, of course. He had said he had always wanted to fuck Levi in here. And well, Levi had already bottomed once before now, one time late at night long after everyone had gone to bed. And it had been a strange experience, but not an unpleasant one. Perhaps the more he did it and got used to it, the better it would be?
Still, he couldn't resist saying, "Bold of you to assume such a thing, sir." And then when he saw Eren pause and look at him with concern, he finished, "But you're right. I'd love for you to be the one to fuck me."
And with that, he went over to another saddle sitting on a rack in front of them, before he teasingly pulled his trousers down, taking one leg out of them. It would be far easier for him to spread them if he did so, after all. Like the tease that he was, he bent over, raising himself up on his toes and pushing his rear in the air temptingly. He then looked over his shoulder at his boy, who was completely awestruck. The fact that his jaw was just about on the floor only made it funnier.
"Well come on Aurora, I'm not a very patient man," Levi told him. "You better hurry up, or I might just change my mind and walk out of here."
He would do no such thing of course, and Eren knew that, but his boy played along, sauntering over with his oil, saying, "What a bossy Doll I have. For that I might just have to tie you up with the harness straps to the wall and leave you here."
Levi's face went a pretty shade of red as he thought about that. Not about being left there overnight, but about having his wrists tied to the wall, unable to touch Eren and being forced to take everything he had to give. He had to admit, the smell of the leather around them was delicious, almost as heady and intoxicating as the smell of their own musk. Eren watched as his face grew redder and redder, and he had to laugh.
"That doing something for you, my love?" he asked, placing a hand on Levi's cheek. "Perhaps sometime I can borrow some of the straps in here and bring them back to our bedroom for an evening?"
Levi looked away from him, lips pursing into an adorable pout. "P-Perhaps you can. Only if you want. I'm not saying you have to or anything, but it might be fun to try."
Eren breathed a laugh, and then swiftly leaned over and began mouthing at the plump cheeks of his rear, licking and nibbling. He massaged them gently as well, pushing them together and pulling them apart, migrating down to offer Levi little licks to his small, pink entrance as well. It flexed and fluttered beneath his tongue, and Levi whimpered in response, pushing back into his mouth as he worked. He was always aware that that place was sensitive, but this sensitive? To the point that it made him even harder and practically dripping onto the saddle that was holding up his hips? This was insane, and yet here he was, a panting, red-faced mess because Eren's tongue was too talented for his inexperienced self.
Luckily, he didn't push him, knowing his limits, and instead prepped his partner thoroughly, before entering him. He gave him a moment to adjust, before he was pounding into him with vigor, hipbones smacking sharply into that plush rear and making soft slapping sounds. Levi was surprised that he began moaning like a whore so quickly, but he couldn't help it. Eren just seemed to know what angles he would like the best and was working hard to hit those angles. It didn't help when his boy told him, "Lift your leg, put your knee on the saddle, so I can reach even deeper. There you go, that's a good boy," because as Eren suggested, he was indeed able to stimulate places inside of him he didn't even know could feel this good.
He felt Eren change angles, and on that first thrust after he did so, Levi's back arched like he had been shot and he shouted in surprise, so loudly that he covered his mouth directly after. Eren laughed, shushing him and leaning over his back, kissing it.
"Found it," he said proudly.
"Found what?" Levi wheezed. "Oh my God Eren."
"Your prostate. That's the special place inside that I told you about before."
"It's…Eren"-
The boy laughed darkly, straightening up, and continuing to move his hips. Every time he hit his prostate, Levi saw stars, and it was almost impossible to keep his voice down. Almost. But somehow he managed it, biting the back of his hand until he just about drew blood. The stimulation was only heightened by the fact that his cock kept rubbing against the leather saddle. It was so smooth and soft; whatever oil they used on these saddles was amazing.
Eren leaned forward again, leaving wet, opened mouthed kisses against Levi's neck, wishing that he wasn't wearing a shirt so that he could kiss his back. But he still received the desired effect. Levi leaned into him, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open, babbling nonsense about how he couldn't take it, but for Eren not to stop, to never stop. Of course, Eren had no intention of doing that.
"It feels so good inside you," the boy said hoarsely. "So hot, so tight. My precious Levi, making me feel amazing. I love you."
And he kept going like that, mumbling half in a trance about how much he loved his partner, and Levi soaked up every word. He was absolutely lost in a haze of pleasure, unwilling to focus on anything but his boy. His world narrowed down to the sweet, numbing bliss in his hips, Eren's hands gripping his thighs, and the moans and cries both of them were emitting.
All too soon, it was over, Levi coming with a broken whimper, curling in on himself, while Eren lurched forward with a deep groan, biting the back of Levi's shirt to muffle the loud sound that wanted to escape.
For a moment, they sat there, frozen, Eren unable to straighten up, simply breathing hard into the back of Levi's neck. Every once in a while, he kiss the soft skin, noting how damp and sweaty it had become. Levi had gone limp, draping himself over the saddle. Once Eren caught his breath, he began laughing, the endorphins from his orgasm flooding his whole body and making him giddy.
"You're going to be the death of me," he told him.
"You might have actually killed me though," Levi said breathily. "I'm not sure yet. I feel dead. Do I look dead?"
That just made Eren laugh harder, and he turned the older man's head towards him, saying, "On the contrary, my sweetheart, you've never looked better."
He then leaned forward and kissed his tired lover, Levi leaning up and meeting that kiss with enthusiasm.
000
The summer dragged and dragged, eventually melting into a warm autumn. Time continued to roll on. Prince was no longer a puppy, but instead a full grown dog. He still shared Levi's bed and kept him company every night. Eren even thought of letting him breed with one of his females to produce puppies that might make better pets than they would ratters for those that just wanted to keep a pet and didn't want a working dog. Levi and Eren coupled whenever they could, the act only bringing them closer together as they learned how each other's bodies ticked and what the other liked the most.
For example, Levi learned that Eren loved having the nape of his neck kissed and sucked, as well as his thighs. Eren figured out that Levi liked being tied up and even blindfolded because he liked not knowing what was going to happen next. It certainly made his orgasms stronger than normal. He also liked being told how good he was being, how nice his body felt and how much his boy loved him. It was immensely comforting, being wrapped up in his body's words and his body, being held close and whispered to like they were the only two people in the world. It was more fun than Levi ever thought it would be, exploring this unknown territory. He also liked being told what Eren wanted him to do to him when he got home; it gave him something nice to look forward to during work.
More importantly, there was a lot going on with their friends at the pub. Erwin and Armin finally moved away to the next town over to start their new life with promises to visit when they could. They couldn't do it too often, as the trip was an hour away, but they said whenever they had the opportunity, they would make the journey.
"They'll have to tie us up and throw us in a sack to keep us away from our friends here," Armin told Eren and Levi with tight embraces during their last visit to the Laughing Fox.
"I hope you can find another gentlemen's club like this where you are," Eren said, and he meant it.
Erwin placed a hand on his shoulder, causing the boy to look up. He was probably the only person here taller than him, Levi noted with amusement. "Don't worry, we'll be looking. And if we make any friends, we'll either invite you down to meet with them or we'll bring them here. It's comforting to know that there are others like us in other places."
Levi nodded, and told Armin, "I hope you'll be the best librarian you can be in your new home. You'll certainly fit in better pretending to be a woman than you ever would have as a man."
Armin had laughed at that, knowing that sadly it was true. While male librarians used to be the norm a hundred years ago, now the profession was dominated by women, particularly single women, and seeing a man there often made people believe that he was "one of those." The fact that he would be a married "woman" would be odd enough. But of course, he wished Armin nothing but luck and happiness, and secretly hoped that no one would find out about his and Erwin's secret.
Soon after they left, to lift everyone's spirits, Hanji and Petra decided to finally get married after almost a year of courting. Petra's father was beyond thrilled by the union, of course not knowing the truth. All he knew was that his daughter had been chosen by a successful doctor who was a pioneer in women's health and would be taken care of very well for the rest of her life.
They had their wedding in the town church, the same one Levi used to attend with his parents every Sunday, and this time, he got to be in the wedding. Hanji chose him to be her best man, the two of them joking how she looked much better in a suit than he did.
"How did you end up so much taller than me?" he groused as they adjusted each other's ties. "You pull off being a man better than I do."
She chuckled, saying, "Well, if it weren't for your support, I wouldn't be able to pull it off as well as I do. You helped me a lot, covering for me and convincing me that I could finish medical school, that just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I'm not smart enough. Not only that, but look at what I'm accomplishing that male doctors can't. You're the best Levi, you really are."
He shrugged, crossing his arms awkwardly. "I'm just doing what every friend should be doing, shitty glasses."
"Well, I just hope that soon after this, we have another wedding at the Laughing Fox between a certain cute rich boy and his grumpy partner, because I think they need to tie the knot just as bad as Petra and I do. We're all taking bets about when it's going to happen and who's going to ask who first."
At that, a dusting of pink spread across his cheeks, and he told her firmly, "We couldn't get married, not really. Besides, Eren says he doesn't want to get married."
"Not to a woman," Hanji corrected. "But I'm sure he'd marry you in a heartbeat."
Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't thought about it. But that was too much to hope for, wasn't it? Either away, he couldn't afford to think about that right now. This was Hanji's day, not his. And thankfully, the ceremony went off without a hitch. Petra looked absolutely beautiful, and Hanji was very handsome. All of their friends from the pub were there, cheering for them, happy for the fact that they could publicly get married to the person they loved in front of all of their friends and family, something many of them very much wished they could do. Either way, it was a sunny spot in the increasingly grey weather and a reason to celebrate in their otherwise mundane, boring lives. And thankfully, unlike Erwin and Armin, Hanji and Petra were planning on remaining here, in this town. Oh, they knew that there might be suspicion. People would wonder why Petra wasn't getting pregnant or why Hanji never grew a beard. But they had come this far living the lives they had, so they figured all they could do was keep moving forward.
Seeing their luck did give Levi hope though. Maybe Hanji had a point; maybe he and Eren should get married at the pub. After all, Grisha wanted Eren to get married so bad, didn't he? He laughed to himself a bit at the thought. Well, he'd certainly get his wish, it would just be like wishing on the monkey's paw.
The thought of being tied to Eren in whatever way he was able to though was certainly a fantasy he had had quite a few times. So maybe it would be worth it? It may or may not have been the reason he found himself stopping at jewelry stores on his way home looking for rings. However, most of them were way out of his out of his price range, so he was forced to drop the idea, at least until the hopefully brought in something cheaper. Why did all of these rings have diamonds in them? Did all women really want diamonds? Would they throw a fit or the ring just wouldn't be an engagement ring without them? It was ridiculous.
Ever since he and Eren had sex for the first time, they started sharing a bed at night more and more often. At first, it happened just because it was more convenient. Their trysts would mostly happen late at night after everyone went to bed, so by the time they were finished, they were too exhausted both from their activities and the late hour for either one of them to get up and return to their beds. Besides, it was immensely more comforting and cozy for them to sleep together.
Levi had never shared a bed with anyone before, and he learned quite a bit about himself and even more about Eren in the process. First of all, his boy was quite the loud snorer, sawing logs like a sawmill that just never stopped running. He also contorted himself into the oddest positions. Sometimes when Levi woke up, he'd see him with his ass in the air and his head down on the pillow, drooling with his hair all in his face. He had no idea how someone could sleep like that, but Eren always seemed to wake up rested, so who was he to judge? His boy was also very clinging, acting like a big dog. He had the whole giant bed, and yet he always wanted to be tucked up right behind Levi or in front of him, practically draping his large body over the top of Levi's smaller one.
Yet, Levi learned that he actually didn't mind, not at all. The constant pressure of his body meant that he wasn't alone, and he kept him warm as the nights began to grow colder. He knew he would certainly appreciate this during the winter. Yes, the dark still bothered him, but as long as he had Eren, and Prince, who often slept on the bed with them, it didn't frighten him nearly as much as it used to. The nights when he used to sleep with a handful of candles next to his bed, burning through the dark hours were a distant memory. Eren also told him that he had the cutest bedhead he had ever seen, and the sexiest morning stubble. He also liked to sleep on his front, and when he did, he let out the most adorable kitten snores Eren had ever heard. The boy often liked to kiss him awake because he just couldn't handle how sweet he looked laying there in his bed, all tucked in, blankets stopping just under his bare shoulders while his face was half obscured by the fluffy pillow. He was just too precious for his own good.
Usually one of them would leave the bed just as the sun began to get up so that no one would see them leaving the other's room, and this morning one chilly fall day was no different. That night they had slept in Levi's bed, and as Eren woke, he found that Levi was tucked right up against his chest, breathing warm, damp breaths against his skin. He was still deep in sleep, which was unusual. He was such an early riser as a rule. Poor thing, all the hard work he had been doing at the library ever since school started for the kids must have been taking a lot out of him. Since it was Sunday, he supposed he could let him sleep in; he deserved it. So, carefully, he extricated himself from the bed, placing a kiss in Levi's warm hair. He watched as the older man nuzzled a bit into the pillow Eren had just been laying on, searching for his scent even in his sleep and settling into that spot. It warmed Eren's heart to see it, and he very much wished he could crawl back into bed with him, or at least give him another kiss. But he was afraid he might wake him up with the latter, and the former wasn't a good idea if they wanted to stay a secret. So, with a great effort, he tore himself away and left the room in nothing but sleeping pants, before slipping into his room as quietly as he could.
He emerged a couple minutes later, fully dressed and his face washed. Levi still wasn't awake, but he was hungry, so he decided he would head to the kitchen for some breakfast now and maybe later bring some to his partner in bed. Levi would probably complain about getting crumbs in his sheets, but he would appreciate the gesture and with a few grumbles, thank him for the food and for the fact that he wouldn't have to get out of bed to eat.
With that idea in mind, he made his way to the kitchen with a spring in his step, whistling his and Levi's song. The smell of cinnamon greeted his nose when he arrived, and he was fully expecting some kind of cinnamon roll to be waiting there on the table. Perfect, he loved those, and he knew Levi did too, even if he didn't like to admit it.
However, he most certainly did not expect to see the looming figure of his father already seated at the table.
Seeing him there gave Eren pause. He was usually already long gone at this time, even on Sundays. So what was he doing here? The look he fixed Eren with when he heard him enter the room made it look like he had been sitting there waiting for him, and when he stood up and began walking over to him, he was sure of it.
"Heading into the office late today?" Eren asked.
Grisha ignored him, and the serious look on his face made the boy's heart skip a beat. Whatever he was going to say, he was not going to like it.
"Sit down, Eren," he commanded quietly. "You and I need to have a talk."
A/N: Oh yeah. From here on out things are going to get serious.
