A/N: I hope you enjoy the REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY LONG update! x

The Ones That Count

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The second years graduation party took place at the end of June, thankfully the week after Eren had finished his own exams. He couldn't deny he was a little excited. Grisha had insisted on taking the boys to get some nice suits for the day, even though Levi insisted that it wasn't necessary. Thankfully, it had only taken them two hours to find a suit for Levi and a mix-and-match one for Eren. He had insisted that if Levi was going to wear all black -even if the coat was brocade -then he wanted to wear something with a bit of colour. So now he was wearing a deep emerald blazer over smart black trousers.

Levi begrudgingly admitted that it brought his eyes out beautifully.

By the time they day itself arrived, Eren was feeling especially jittery. They needed to get to the hotel where the party was being held by 6 o'clock and he was anxious about not having enough time to get ready. Sadly, he was also anxious about nervously sweating so much into his blazer that it would cast a fug over the entire evening. In the end, Levi had grabbed him by the wrist and forced him down on the bed in his room, where they lie pressed against one another, reading a book and basking in the soft breeze that came in through the open window.

Eren lazily trailed his hand down to find Levi's and linked their hands together.

It had been almost a month since they had both confessed their feelings to one another.

They didn't suddenly start and end every sentence with a declaration, or start calling one another nauseatingly sickening nicknames, for which everyone was especially thankful for. However, something had shifted between them, something that made them feel even more entwined together. Levi felt encompassed with a closeness, a comfort, that he truly hadn't experienced before. The initial realisation had slammed into him like a wall and then eased into a cosiness that permeated throughout his mind.

Levi's alarm went off from the bedside table.

Leaning over Eren, he glanced at his phone. It was 3 o'clock. Tucking his book away back onto the shelf over his bed, Levi sat up and crawled to the end of the bed. "Come on, brat, we need to start getting ready. Farlan and Isabel will be arriving at five."

Eren rolled over the edge of the bed before standing and stretching. Levi watched as shook some life back into his muscles before raking a hand through his hair. "Do you want to shower first or shall I?"

"You're welcome to go first," Levi shrugged. "I still need to pick out a shirt."

"I told you to go with the red one!"

Levi wrinkled his nose. "But then we'll clash. Red shirt, green blazer? A little much isn't it?"

Eren chuckled. "Fine, choose any shirt you like except for the grey one."

"What? Why not?"

"You cannot wear a grey shirt with a black brocade jacket. Even I know that, Levi, come on."

"You suck, kid. Now go away, apparently this is going to take longer than I thought."

Eren disappeared from the doorway with a chuckle. A few minutes later, the hiss of the shower came through from the bathroom before the door closed, the lock sliding into place.

Turning his attention back to his wardrobe, Levi glowered at the few fancy shirts he had collected over the years. He immediately pushed the red and grey ones to one side, which only left him with three others. Finally, he just decided to throw sensibility out of the window and chose the white one with the matching cravat looped around the hanger. It would go well with the brocade detailing of his jacket, at least.

A knock came from the door as he was lying out his outfit on the bed. "Come in."

Mikasa pushed the door open and immediately grinned down at the outfit on the bed. "I see you're going full vampire tonight, goth boy."

He rolled his eyes before noting she was still in her skimpy shorts and a vest. "Please tell me you're going to be wearing that tonight, so I can make fun of you?"

"Not on your life!" she laughed. "No, I have a gorgeous dress picked out. Oh, by the way, is it still cool if I go in the limo with you guys?"

"Yeah sure, Farlan and Issy said there's a fair bit of room."

"Brilliant." She glanced out of the door, before lowering her voice, "And you have everything set for tonight? I booked us both in different rooms, but I put your name down on the reservation. So just ask for the key-card at the desk and it should be fine."

"I appreciate it," Levi said. "By the time it even comes up, Eren will probably have had a fair bit to drink anyway."

Mikasa rolled her eyes. "I don't need to know why you needed the room, and I don't want to hear about it either."

"Oh? And why do you need a room, missy?" he smirked.

She shrugged, "A lady never tells."

"Well, that's fine, because you're not a lady."

"So, I'm hoping to pull tonight. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"As long as our rooms aren't next to one another, I'm hoping I don't have to hear anything about it."

Mikasa shook her head with a laugh. "Do you want to go in and shower after Eren? I'll probably take a while longer so …"

Levi shrugged. "Sure thing. Either way Eren will be the one waiting for us two to finish our make-up."

"See, from anyone else that would sound really gay, but from you it just comes across as … war-paint."

Levi glared up at her. "You may be taller than me, but I can still launch you out of this window."

"Levi!" Eren chided from the doorway. "What did we talk about you not threatening my sister in this house?"

Levi glared up at him, crossing his arms over his chest. Fuck Eren for looking so goddamn sexy all flushed and damp from the shower with nothing, but his shorts and a towel cover him. Bastard.

"That's why I was going to throw her outside. Then she's fair game."

Mikasa stuck her tongue out before side-stepping her brother. "Eren, Levi has dibs on the shower next, so you'd better start getting ready."

Eren stared after him, until his pert arse disappeared from view. With a bored sigh, he glanced down at the chosen shirt and cravat on the bed with a grin, before heading to his own room to get dressed.

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The ride to the hotel was fairly uneventful as soon as everyone had been picked up. They put some music on in the back seats and Isabel gushed over how gorgeous Mikasa looked in her dress, which everyone agreed with. Eren had to admire his sister; just six months ago being in a car with three goth kids would have seemed like an impossible feat, an idea that would have gotten him beaten up for even thinking about it. Yet, here she was, admiring Isabel's bright purple eyeshadow and asking tips on how to get wings as fine as her own.

Levi squeezed Eren's hand, the pressure a warm, welcoming wait that helped to settle the nerves in his stomach. He didn't know why he was nervous. At the end of the day, it was just like a big disco-party like what they'd had at primary school. There would be good, dancing, cheesy music and only a small possibility of drunken antics. There was also Levi's performance, which had been kept as top secret as possible. Even Farlan and Isabel had no idea what to expect.

Once at the hotel, they checked-in their coats to the attendant, handed in their tickets at the doors and then went into the function room. Already, the décor was dripping from every available surface -blue, silver and gold balloons and streamers everywhere -and a DJ was blaring music from the stage. A dancefloor was made up in front of the stage and nearer towards the doors a buffet and bar had been set-up, as well as several tables for people to sit and eat.

Eren was impressed as they made their way over to one of the tables. Jean was already there; he jumped up and pulled-out a chair for Mikasa to slide in to. She barely hesitated before offering Jean a smile and sitting down.

Eren couldn't help but notice that, beside him, Levi was tense. His back was ramrod straight and his eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd for someone. He was anxiously drumming his fingers on the table. Taking his hand, Eren pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

Levi nodded. "Yeah, just waiting to see if Hange and Mike have arrived yet. We need to get backstage and start setting up."

"Just text them," Eren suggested. "If you need to go, you should go. I'll be alright here."

Levi furrowed his brows. "I'm not just going to disappear, brat."

Eren smiled gently down at his boyfriend. "Levi, you have a show to prepare for. I'm excited to see it. If you need to start setting up, go and do it. You know Hange won't be any help for it."

Levi rolled his eyes but reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. "I hope to see you at the front and cheering for me." As he stood up, he stopped to press a kiss to Eren's lips before brushing by the other tables and heading towards the stage.

"Where's Levi going?" Mikasa frowned, noticing that the short goth had vanished through the crowd.

"He went to set-up for his gig."

"I can't wait to see him perform," Isabel said. "He's been keeping all this information rather secret lately. I wonder if he's gone a little mainstream."

"Nah I doubt it," Farlan chuckled, looping an arm around her shoulders. "He loves metal too much."

"Right, I'm going to the bar to get a round of drinks. Who wants what?" Isabel stated, getting up and dusting herself down. They all shouted out their drink orders to her and she hastily tapped it out on her phone. "Right, got it. Farlan, do you want to grab some food from the buffet? Then we all just chill before Levi comes out."

"Sure thing," he pecked her on the cheek before they went their separate ways.

They returned shortly after and everyone tucked into their food and drinks, glad to have something in their stomach. Eren assumed that as soon as everyone started drinking and dancing, very little thought would go towards soaking up any of that alcohol with food. Either way, his burger and chips and potato salad tasted great. There was still no sign of Mike or Hange, but they had probably gone straight backstage as soon as they'd arrived. Eren was beginning to feel anxious; he had barely seen Levi play his guitar or sing out loud, despite having been sneaking over to his place for the better part of the year. However, to see him live, working on a set he'd tried to perfect for several months, was going to be an eye-opening experience.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen!" The DJ called out from the stage. "Please put your hands together for your house band -NONAME!"

It may have been the early drinking, but the applause received was a lot louder than Eren had expected considering the members of the group not being overly popular throughout their college.

However, as he watched Levi, Hange and Mike come out on stage, he could understand why.

All three of them wore haphazard bandages wrapped around the top half of their faces.

"What the fuck?" he cursed, stunned.

Farlan and Isabel cackled from across the table. "You've never seen their band perform, have you?" Isabel grinned. "This is how they remain incognito. It certainly helps considering how many public enemies Levi seems to have. Look, he even changed what he's wearing in case people clock-on afterwards!"

Eren squinted back up at the stage and, sure enough, Levi hand changed into a sharp black suit with a plain white collared shirt on underneath, as had Hange and Mike.

"So, it's like their uniform for the band?" he asked.

Farlan nodded, "It has certainly helped in them getting gigs over the summer months, that's for sure."

"Shh, they're starting!"

The lights immediately dimmed, only the disco ball and lights rotating bright colours everywhere. When Levi snatched at the mic and let his deep voice rumble out through the hall, Eren felt his blood rush south at how sexy it was. He squirmed in his seat; eyes fixed on the stage.

"Bow down to us, pigs!"

The music was loud from the first note. It struck like a blow to the gut, and just kept raining down like invisible punches. It was hard, heavy, yet had a rhythm Eren was eager to move to, wanted to hear more of. He found he was on his feet and making his way towards the cheering, moshing mass of people right up at the foot of the stage. For once, his height seemed to make it easier for him to force his way to the front.

He felt a bit sappy, wanting to be at the front row of his boyfriends' live gig, but he couldn't help himself. His heart beat heavily in time to the bass and he felt positively awestruck. Watching Levi has he strutted back and forth on the stage, his heavy boots barely making a sound over the music being played. And his voice -Eren was almost ashamed having never heard Levi sing before. Now that this was his first, raw experience it left him wanting -craving -more.

Fuck, how was Levi getting sexier by the second?

It was taking all of Eren's self-control not to jump onto the stage and drag his boyfriend into a dark corner somewhere.

Like a bucket of cold water, the last song of their set ended and Eren reluctantly watched the trio disappear after bowing for the crowd. The DJ returned to his mixing tables and started up again, the throng of people around Eren dispersing back to their tables or to dance by the stage. Feeling the last notes still reverberating through his chest, Eren floated back to their table as if in a trance.

He sat down in a daze and accept Mikasa's offer to grab him a drink.

It took about twenty minutes before Levi returned to their table, Mike and Hange in tow. Mike had remained in his suit, although he had added a very jazzy looking tie and pocket square, whereas Hange had traded-in her suit, for a pale grey fitted dress with an exaggerated bubbled skirt and matching heels. Eren was stunned, frankly, having never seen Hange in anything other than baggy jeans and long cardigans and -oddly -a lab coat that one time.

A hand swatted the back of his head. "If you keep eyeing Hange like that, I might wonder what I'm doing here," Levi groused, setting down four glasses on the table.

Eren frowned. "Mika's already gone to get me one."

"Well, I wanted to treat my boyfriend," Levi tutted as though it were obvious. He leaned in and stole a kiss from Eren. "So? What did you think of the performance?"

"It was -fuck, it was amazing!" Eren gushed, his cheeks immediately turning red. "I -I had no idea how amazing your voice is. How come you've never sung around me before?"

Levi shrugged taking a seat. "What can I say? I think I had other things in my mind to do with my mouth," he wagged his eyebrows suggestively, making Eren blush and bury his face in his hands.

"You'll be the death of me!" he groaned.

"Can you maybe not die before tomorrow?" Levi asked drily before lowing his voice. "I was hoping you and I could enjoy some alone time together."

Eren frowned. "How're we going to do that? My parents are home tonight."

Levi set his glass down and then, out of sight of everyone else, showed Eren the key-card. "I managed to get a room for the two of us tonight," he glanced up at Eren. "I wanted to make this night last."

Eren looked from the key-card to the look on Levi's face and for the second time that evening, was struck by what his saw. Levi was nervous about how Eren was going to react to this suggestion of having a room together? Was Levi expecting something? Maybe he was, this was a special occasion, and didn't those usually come with sex? Was that what Levi meant? Eren felt his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Levi pressed his lips together, his grey eyes swimming with a flurry of emotions.

It made Eren feel guilty.

"I suppose it would be nice to not have to run home at midnight," he tried to smile but it felt weird on his mouth.

Levi wasn't convinced either as he tucked the card away. "It was just a suggestion. I suppose, worse case scenario, Farlan and Isabel can make use of it."

"I thought they had a room already?"

"Then Hange and Mike."

"Don't they –?"

"Then someone else," Levi cut across, a hard edge to his voice. His posture was tense, his grip on his glass almost hard enough to make it shatter. He worked his jaw, trying to force himself to calm down. He tossed back the last quart of his drink before standing abruptly. "I need another drink. Who wants one?"

When no one answered, he stood up and headed for the bar.

At the bar, Levi was sullenly waiting for his drink order, twirling a straw between his fingers as he did so. Eren managed to squeeze his way past a kissing couple and wedged himself against the bar beside his boyfriend. Levi didn't even glance at him, but Eren wasn't stupid enough to think that Levi hadn't seen him.

"What was all that about?" he asked, keeping his voice low. He didn't want to fight, not tonight. "I thought we were having a nice time together."

"We were?"

"So? What changed?"

"That deer-in-the-headlights look you gave me when I insinuated staying here for the night."

"I just -I thought it was a little soon," Eren hedged, feeling his neck flush. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

Levi frowned up at him, at last, before realisation alighting in those grey eyes. "You stupid, insolent little brat!" he snapped. "What did I tell you from the very beginning?"

"I -"

"I told you I would never push you or do anything with you that made you uncomfortable! That you could always tell me to stop, and I would! At no point tonight did I mention actually getting to fuck you at last!"

"I -um -then why did you get us a room?" Eren stammered.

"I wanted us to have the night together!" Levi replied hotly. "I wanted us to have some privacy, a bit of leisure to do what we wanted for the rest of the night without the fear of being disturbed by your sister or parents! The moment we go back to your house, we will have none of that! We don't have to do anything more than kiss and cuddle if that's really all you want to do! I'd be disappointed because you look so hot right now, but dear God, Eren. Give me the benefit of the doubt at least."

Eren cringed. He bowed his head feeling like an utter prat. "I'm sorry I just -I know it's been a long time for you since you've h-had sex and -I know I'm a drag about that sort of stuff -"

"Hey, hey, hey," Levi shushed him, cupping his face in his hands. Eren looked into Levi's eyes and felt a shiver run through him. Levi brushed his bangs out of his eyes and -finally! -a small smile started to shine through. "Eren, don't even think you're a drag, okay? I told you from day one that we would take all of this at your own pace. If we did absolutely nothing, I might be a bit pushier, but I like the things we do."

"I know, but … well … is it really enough?"

"For now, yes." He pressed a kiss to Eren's forehead, "I love you. Whenever you're ready, I will do my best to make you enjoy every second."

Eren pressed his lips together. "If you're sure."

"Positive," Levi grabbed the back of Eren's neck and pulled him closer so he could whisper in his ear. "Just so you know, when we do finally do it, you're the one who's going to be singing."

Eren felt his entire face go bright red as Levi leaned back just in time for his drink to be served.

Grabbing his boyfriends' hand, Levi led the tall teen back over to their table. It was about time they started enjoying their graduation party.

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The rest of the night passed by in a blur.

Eren had to cut himself off from drinking lest he ruin everyone's mood with vomiting over something. He felt like such a lightweight having only had two drinks with mixers and a single shot of sambuka, which left his throat burning and his face almost permanently set into a grimace.

Still, he danced and laughed so hard when Annie started a conga-line, joining in halfway through as it came around near their table. He did his best to ignore Mikasa and Jean tonguing each other in a shadowed corner near the stage. He even managed to convince Levi and the other goths to get up and dance, insisting that if Annie could start a conga-line, there was simply no excuse they could give that he would listen to.

Levi must have been drunk to even allow Eren to dance a slow-song with him.

Eren didn't care. He was too busy enjoying how Levi leaned into his chest, tucked his head under Eren's chin, and never once stepped on his feet as they slowly twirled under the dim lights. Eventually, as the song wound down towards the end, Eren leaned down and pressed his lips to Levi's in a gentle kiss, revelling in the sharp sweetness that clung to his mouth. Levi didn't deepen the kiss, he let it remain tentative and languid, the gentleness of it all making it burn even hotter.

Leaning their foreheads together he said, "I know it's not even one yet, but do you want to go to our room? I have something I want to give you and I'd rather our friends weren't around for it."

Eren glanced around the room to see most of their friends dancing in the dim, twinkling lights. Farlan and Isabel seemed to float in a cloud of stars all on their own, whereas Mika and Hange were doing a very slow gliding sequence. Even Mikasa was allowing Jean to gently sway her from side-to-side.

"Are you sure? They all seem pretty occupied."

"I'd rather head up."

Eren smiled and hugged Levi close. "One more song? Then we can go up."

Levi gave a smirk and a shake of his head but readjusted his hold on Eren. "The things I do for you."

True to his word, Levi danced with Eren for one last song. He even showed a few moves he'd picked up, and it made Eren feel as though they were moving in slow motion. He wanted to commit every movement to memory, every twirl and dip and that bolt of lightning that went through his heart -he wanted to capture that feeling and put it in a bottle.

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Eren followed Levi up two flights of stairs and down a corridor until they came to room 36C. Swiping the card through the reader, they ducked inside, flicking on a couple of the table lamps as they went. Eren wanted to keep the cosy atmosphere for as long as possible, the overhead lights would shatter that aura. Levi must have come up earlier, he noted, because his guitar was propped up beside the wardrobe and a suit-bag hung from the bathroom door. There was even an over-night bag; that was good, it would have been awkward going home tomorrow morning dressed in their graduation suits.

Eren sank down onto the edge of the bed, sinking deep into the coverlet and humming appreciatively. It was so plush and thick. He almost couldn't wait to go to sleep if that was how spongy everything felt. The room was decorated beautifully in neutral tones with soft gold accents on the ceilings and drawer handles. Even the doorknobs seemed to gleam from across the room.

In the mirror beside the dressing table, Eren watched as Levi unwound his tie from around his neck and took off his brocade jacket. He came around to sit on the edge of the bed beside Eren, the mattress dipping at the added weight. He fiddled with something in his hands.

"I actually had a sneaky second reason for wanting a room to ourselves tonight," Levi confessed.

"Oh?" Eren frowned, his heart hammering.

Taking Eren's hand in his own, Levi exhaled loudly. "I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye on some things, and I know, in theory, we haven't really known one another all that long. I know I'm a twat at the best of times, and I'm rude and callous and maybe I don't appreciate you nearly enough for all the things you do for me. You took me in when I was at my lowest, and you have always been there to remind me that there are good things in life. You're like a shining star, leading me somewhere I hope to call home." He looked up into Eren's eyes, "You're home to me, Eren."

Eren's breath hitched.

"That's why I wanted to give you this." From his lap, Levi uncovered a small black velvet pouch. He loosened the draw strings and tipped the contents into his palm. Eren was shocked to see a gunmetal ring staring back at him; it was a smooth, dark grey and shone just enough to show the engraved numbers on the front.

"I -um -Levi what should I be thinking right now?" he squeaked.

"The numbers on the front are of the day we met," Levi explained. "This ring is a promise from me to you, that I will always try my best to show you how loved and appreciated you are, how incredible you are, and that I can be worthy of every ounce of kindness and love you give me."

Eren couldn't speak, he couldn't think, he was just staring down at the ring without comprehending anything.

"Eren? I'm sorry -is this too much?"

"Um …" Eren tore his eyes from the ring to Levi. "No, no, Levi this is so beautiful and -I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting this."

"Do you want to try it on?" The hesitancy in Levi's voice made Eren melt all over again. He let Levi take his right hand and slip the ring onto his middle finger. "Does that fit okay?"

Eren nodded, "It's perfect."

Levi gave a hesitant smile.

Something inside Eren dissolved into thin air. He surged forward and ravaged Levi's mouth, his hands coming up instantly to cup his face in his hands. They toppled down against the covers; Levi's arms wrapped tightly around Eren's neck to keep them firmly locked together. Eren adjusted his position, sliding in between Levi's legs and eliciting a filthy moan from his boyfriend. As he kissed a hot, wet trail down Levi's throat he felt something hard pressing against his abdomen. He couldn't deny his own arousal, either, as he dry-humped Levi into the mattress.

"Ah fuck! Eren you're such a cock-tease!" the goth growled, his black hair spiking up all over as he shoved Eren to one side. Despite the flushed hungry look the younger teen flashed him, Levi was not deterred. "I am trying very hard to restrain myself but you're making it incredibly difficult."

He stood up to go to the bathroom when Eren dove across the bed and grabbed his arm. "I want you, Levi. I know I said all that stuff before but -I want to try."

Conflicting emotions rushed across Levi's face. "Are you certain?" Eren gave an enthusiastic nod. "Okay. If you're sure how do you want to do this?"

Eren blinked. "I have a choice?"

"Of course, you do. How comfortable do you think you would be having me inside you?"

"Well … the other stuff we've done has felt pretty hot," Eren groaned. "Why else do you think I took a really long shower?"

Levi chuckled, leaning over to rake his fingers through Eren's hair. He slid onto the bed, straddling Eren's hips and drew the teen into a deep, searing kiss. "In that case, I think we need to get you out of these clothes," he growled, hastily unfastening Eren's buttons.

Eren shucked off his jacket and hastily unfastened his tie, discarding both of the edge of the bed. Levi finished the last few buttons and clawed the fabric from his lover's skin. In return, Eren helped Levi remove his own clothing and as soon as he saw that pearly, tattooed skin, he yanked the goth down on top of him, gasping as the feel of their bare skin pressed together.

They kissed and groped, writhing languidly against the bed covers, enjoying the slow burn building up between them. The friction from their trousers was driving them crazy, but both boys were too addicted to tonguing each other in that moment to care.

"Fuck, you're too sexy!" Eren groaned, as Levi nibbled a trail down his throat. "I won't last at all at this rate."

"We have all night."

Eren let out a breathy laugh. "I'm soaked for you already. Please, Levi, I really need more."

Without waiting for a response, Eren flipped their positions so that he was pinning Levi down onto the bed, both of them panting heavily. He unfastened Levi's trousers and slowly teased his hand into the waistband of his boxers."

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, yes, don't stop!"

Eren wrapped his fingers around Levi's cock and gave a few gentle strokes before pulling his erection out into the open. Levi let out a hiss, dropping his head back as the cool air hit his swollen head. His entire body tensed, letting out a strangled cry as Eren took him in his mouth.

"Jesus, fuck!"

Eren fought against the smile he felt, as he teased Levi's head with his tongue. The salty taste of his pre-cum made a shiver run down his spine as he took more of Levi's cock into his mouth. He enjoyed watching the older teen slowly come undone as Eren worked on his swollen member, running his tongue up and down, or sucking hard on his head until he cried out and thrust his hips. Eren maintained as much control as possible as trust his cock into Eren's throat. It felt so good, almost too good as he wrapped his fingers into Eren's hair and let his eyes roll back into his head.

Eren released him with a wet 'pop'.

Levi looked dazed. His mouth was agape as though he was confused as to why Eren stopped. Swallowing, his husky voice got Eren twice as hard when he heard it. "Kneel over me, Eren. I want to feel your mouth on my cock while I eat your arse."

Eren ducked his head, blushing furiously. "A-are you sure?"

Levi waggled his eyebrows and licked his lips. "Pretty please, Eren," he smirked. "I'll be gentle."

Still blushing, Eren quickly removed all of their clothes before crawling up the bed and hesitating only a moment before swinging his leg over Levi's face. The older teen readjusted his position, his strong hands on Eren's thighs as he kneaded the taut muscles there. It took a couple of minutes before Eren relaxed enough to bend over, his mouth hovering a few inches above Levi's dick. He cringed when he felt Levi pry his cheeks apart, and almost cried out when he felt the hot swipe of Levi's tongue against his arsehole.

Fuck, he'd forgotten how arousing it was.

He tried to focus his attention on sucking Levi's dick again. It worked for a little while, melting when he felt Levi slide his tongue inside him. It was only when Levi slid a slick finger inside him that he released the cock in his mouth in favour of moaning loudly.

"Oh G-o-o-o-d!"

"You're such a good boy, Eren," Levi growled, his hot breath rushing over Eren's balls. His tongue soon followed, making Eren's legs quake. "I promise I'll be gentle. You just enjoy it, baby."

The first finger was soon joined by another.

Eren felt sweaty and shaky all over as forgot all about sucking Levi's dick in favour of moaning against his thigh muscle, as Levi worked him until he was sliding his fingers in and out with ease. His tongue continuously probed and laved between his cheeks. It took all of Eren's self-control just to enjoy the sensation.

When Levi removed his fingers, spread Eren's cheeks about and slid his tongue inside his boyfriend, Eren almost came there and then. He shivered with embarrassment and arousal, finding enough energy in him to return his attention to his boyfriends neglected cock. Levi's moan vibrated through him as soon as Eren took him in his mouth.

"L-Levi …"

"Yeah, babe, what do you want?"

"I -I want -"

Strong hands kneaded his muscles. Oh, it felt so good! "I need you -p-please -I really want to feel you."

"Are you sure?" the question ghosted across his own thighs, tickling him.

Swallowing, he gave a shaky nod. His mind was racing, with no concrete thoughts taking root. Only that he had been enjoying himself and he didn't want to stop things with Levi, not when they were getting good.

Levi slithered out from underneath him, his cheeks flushed and his hair standing up in jet black spikes. Despite his blown pupils and heavy breathing, he was restraining himself as he looked up at Eren.

"I'll stop," he stated. "The moment you say the word, or look uncomfortable, I'll stop."

"I appreciate that," Eren touched their forehead together, his heart drumming heavily in his ears. "How … um … which way should we …?"

"Maybe you should go on top?" Levi suggested. "It will let you have the most control. That way we go at your pace and if you want to stop, you just have to get off."

Eren blushed a little. Levi, with all his hard edges, black make-up and piercings, was trying his hardest to make everything as perfect for Eren as possible. To make sure that he didn't have any regrets. Maybe Levi regretted how his first time had been? Maybe he wanted to make sure that what they had would always be a good memory, no matter what happened?

The thought made Eren capture Levi's mouth in a kiss, his hands coming up to cup his boyfriends jaw and drag him closer. As he slid his tongue into Levi's mouth, he skimmed one hand down Levi's bare body until he was able to wrap his fingers around his cock. Levi gasped, deepening the kiss. His groan vibrated through Eren's chest.

"How did I get so lucky?" Levi growled as he grazed his teeth down Eren's throat. "How did I get the sexiest fucking boyfriend?"

Eren huffed and rolled his eyes. With one final nip, Levi leaned away from Eren and smirked up at him. Raking a hand through his hair, he shuffled backwards until he was leaning up against the pillows and headboard. Eren stared at him hungrily; his legs were splayed, and his dick was standing to attention.

Eren crawled up and sat himself on Levi's lap, sliding his tongue into Levi's mouth. He rocked his hips as they kissed, their dicks rubbing together, pre-cum making them wet as they moved.

"Do you -h-have a condom?"

Levi jerked his head, "Jacket pocket."

Eren scrambled off the bed and rifled through Levi's pockets. Finally, he pulled out a couple of condoms and a foil packet of lube. Tossing them onto the bedside table, he climbed back on top of Levi.

The goth stared up at his boyfriend withs stormy grey eyes. Lazily stroking his dick with one hand, he reached for a condom and ripped the packet with his teeth. Eren felt a small twinge of annoyance but ignored it. He knew Levi had had sex before, this wasn't new information.

Yet it had never bothered him until now.

Rolling the condom on, Levi reached for the packet of lube and rubbed it between his hands. At Eren's frown, he said, "It might be a little cold."

It was cold.

Eren hissed when Levi's slick fingers probed gently, smearing the lube around his hole and inside him. Bracing himself against the headboard, Eren shivered at the sensation. He then watched through his fringe as Levi spread the leftover lube on himself.

"Are you ready?"

Eren gave a timid nod.

Levi was very tender with Eren as he held the younger teen shift so that he could feel the gentle nudge of Levi's cock against his entrance. Gritting his teeth, Eren drew in long, measured breaths and focused on that one spot on the headboard as he felt the burn of being stretched. He hissed sharply through his teeth, the feeling of being breached making his head spin. Levi massaged his hips and buttocks, pressing soft, hungry kisses across every part he could reach. It felt like it was never going to end. It just kept going and going and going –

"Ugh!" Eren grunted as he felt the ridge of Levi's head pop inside him. "Oh Jesus!"

A fresh wave of sweat coated him.

Gazing down at Levi, his breathing hard, he wanted to cry, and laugh and moan and have more, but he was hesitant to do anything else. Levi was watching him, his lips parted as he panted.

"You're doing so well," he grunted. "Just take it easy now, babe. You're in charge now, okay?"

"I just -I want to move but -"

"That's okay, you can move." The way Levi said it was almost begging.

Leaning on shaking arms, Eren experimented with shifting and rolling his hips, trying to find an angle and a rhythm that he could maintain easily enough. The headboard definitely helped. As he teased himself on the tip of his Levi's dick, he watched as Levi released all his control and leaned back against the pillows, his heavily lidded eyes never leaving Eren's face. His hands were still resting on Eren's thighs, giving a gentle, encouraging squeeze every now and then.

As he moved, Eren felt himself leaning back further and further on Levi's dick. He gasped and froze; he had almost all of Levi inside of him. And if the moans his boyfriend was eliciting was any indication, he was being teased mercilessly and enjoying every moment of it.

"Eren, babe, I beg of you -move a little. You're driving me wild!

The breathless plea ignited something inside Eren. It spurred him to gradually start to increase his pace, rocking his hips enough to make the headboard creak. Levi grunted beneath him, his fingers digging into Eren's flesh as he watched the beautiful man on top of him, riding his cock, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes. Watching as the teen's anxieties melted away to be replaced with pure carnal lust was such a turn-on. To watch Eren run his hands through his hair as he gyrated in Levi's lap, moaning and gasping Levi's name like a prayer -nothing could compare.

Sitting upright, he pulled Eren close against his body with one arm and used the other to help thrust his hips in time to his lovers. Eren let out a cry, freezing for a moment, his nails digging into Levi's back.

"Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Levi looked up, an apology on the tip of his tongue.

"D-do that again!" Eren gasped, his shining green eyes staring back into Levi's. Tangling his fingers through Levi's hair he repeated, "Please, do that again!"

Levi braced himself on his arm and started to slowly thrust in time with Eren, allowing his boyfriend to grow used to the rhythm. However, with every moan, every sting of nails biting into his skin, of every sloppy kiss on his lips, throat and shoulder, Levi more and more of his control slipping.

With a deep moan, Eren sank all the way down onto Levi's cock.

Levi held him in a death grip, every delicious roll of the hips making him twitch.

His resolve snapped when his boyfriend pushed him down into the plush pillows and started to ride him as though he'd been doing it for years. Gripping Eren's thighs, Levi canted his hips in time until they found a good, hard rhythm that had Eren tipping over the edge in mere minutes, coming all over Levi's stomach. Levi had better stamina, but it wasn't much longer that he felt that flip of his stomach and the tightness in his balls. He thrust deep inside Eren and held them in that position until the last drop, his body shuddering with the release.

They collapsed onto the bed, Levi pinned under Eren's weight, both gasping and clutching one another tightly.

.

For a while neither of them says anything.

Levi regained himself first, forcing himself into a sitting position with a grunt. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, grimaced as he rolled the condom off and wedged it into a tissue. He grabs another couple of tissues and wipes the cum off his stomach, before glancing back over his shoulder at Eren. The tall teen is almost spread-eagled on the bed, his hair mussed, cheeks flushed and a dopey grin on his face.

Cocking an eyebrow, Levi leaned over his boyfriend and swiped his hair out of his eyes. "Was that okay?" he asked huskily.

Eren licked his lips, eyes locked onto Levi's, and nodded. "That was just … wow! I -I have no words …"

Levi allowed himself a chuckle. His heart was squirming nervously in his chest. He was suddenly restless. He stood up, shaking some life back into his limbs, before he padded over to one of the chairs across the room. He had brought an overnight back that had two sets of clean clothes as well as two sets of sleeping shorts and t-shirts. Once he was dressed, he bent down in front of the mirror and tried to mess his hair into a decent style. He grimaced at his smudged make-up. He looked like he'd been sucker punched in each eye.

"Levi … come back to bed. I'm chilly."

Snorting, Levi grabbed the spare sleepwear and padded back over to the bed. "There, I brought some pyjamas for you," he set them down on Eren's chest. "Now you won't be chilly."

Eren smiled adoringly as he took the shorts and shirt in hand. "You really are wonderful, you know that?" Levi scoffed as he sank down onto the edge of the bed. Eren sat up and hugged Levi back against him, burrowing his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck. "No, you are! You take care of me and I love that."

Levi didn't bother to argue.

The nervous restlessness seemed to settle a little in his gut.

Behind him, Eren clawed on the fresh, clean clothes and let out a contented sigh. Hunched over he raked his hands through his hair before stretching a few kinks out of his muscles. Leaning his head against his knees, he watched as Levi fiddled with his rings on the edge of the bed. Glancing down at his own hand, Eren felt giddy and euphoric at the gleam of the dark metal against his tan skin.

Wriggling up behind his boyfriend, he hooked a finger under Levi's jaw and turned his head so that there were facing one another. He was shocked to see how vulnerable and anxious Levi looked. There was a gleam in his eyes that made Eren's insides knot. Letting his fingers trail down Levi's smooth jaw, he pressed a smooth, tentative kiss to his mouth. Levi took a moment to respond, before he pressed back. He turned his body so that Eren could hold him properly.

"I love you, Levi," Eren's words ghosted across his lips. He tried to inhale them, taste them on his own tongue as they echoed in his ears. "I love you; I love you so much, I can't think of any other words to use."

Taking Eren's hand in his own, Levi interlocked their fingers. "I love you too, Eren."

"Then let's get under the covers and find a bad movie to watch, because I want to hold you all night long," Eren flashed a cheeky grin, before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

He hopped off the bed and crossed the room to the light switch. He flicked them off and padded back through the gloom before flicking on the bedside lamp. Grabbing the TV remote, he dragged the covers aside and settled down on the pillows.

Levi shook his head in amusement. He slid under the bedclothes and, at Eren's insistence, leaned against his boyfriend's chest. He would never admit how incredible it felt, in the after-glow of sex, to be held. As some rubbish comedy show played on TV, he let his fingers trace patterns up and down Eren's arms, ghosting over the fine brown hairs all across his skin. He even tried to memorize every ticklish spot he brushed over and every freckle. Every so often, Eren would press a kiss to his head, before nuzzling not the crook of his neck. It was so loving and comforting and it made Levi crave more of the softness.

It was something he had never experienced. Despite his past experiences, he had been honest and open about them; it was rare that any one guy had stuck around long enough for Levi to remember their last name, let alone want them to linger after they'd done the deed. The one's in that situation who did want to cuddle after, always made his skin crawl. They'd be practically strangers and they wanted to cuddle?

Eren was different in every single way and he had never been happier.

As far as Levi was concerned, tonight had been a first time for the both of them. Eren had lost his virginity, and Levi had just had sex with a none other than someone he called his boyfriend. Someone who he loved wholeheartedly.

Tipping his head back, he pressed a kiss to Eren's jaw.

Momentarily distracted from the TV, Eren smiled at him. "What was that for?"

"I just wanted to kiss you," Levi murmured. "Is that okay?"

Eren grinned even wider. He squeezed his arms a little tighter around Levi's middle. "Only if I get to kiss you back."

"Oh, I don't know. I'm gonna need a good reason."

"Hey man, you just took my virginity, the least you can do is kiss me!"

Levi smirked as Eren blushed and ducked his head against Levi's shoulder. "Aw, Eren, are you blushing?"

"Sod off!"

Poking the teens head, Levi turned in his arms. Eren shuffled even lower, burying his face against Levi's stomach. Sobering up, Levi leaned back against the pillows and combed his fingers through Eren's soft, brown hair. "You don't regret it, do you?"

"What?" Eren's head snapped up. "No, of course not. I love you and I trust you. Why? Do -do you regret it?"

"I'd never regret you Not one moment of it."

"Good," Eren smiled with relief. At the sincere expression on his face, Levi felt his nerves settle down a little. Shifting onto his hands and knees, Eren tugged him sideways. "Now, roll over. I'm going to be the big spoon tonight."

"Oh, is that so?"

"For now, at least."

"Just you wait," Levi challenged as he rearranged the pillows. "Come 3am, I'm going to spoon the crap out of you."

Eren laughed and dove down against the pillows, wrapping Levi into a hug from behind.

Wriggling around a little, they eventually settled down on their mound of cushions to watch more re-runs. As they watched the shows, laughing here and there in the low lights of their room, Levi is glad he had never experienced this sort of love before. It meant he didn't have anything to compare it to and none of it would be tainted with past experiences. It was oddly refreshing to think that he still had 'firsts' to add to his memory. These weren't going to be just notches-on-a-bedpost type memories, these were going to count and help ground him into adulthood.

No regrets. Not this time.

Soon, Levi felt himself relax completely, his eyelids dropping a little. He was dimly aware of Eren having already fallen fast asleep; his body curled in around Levi's with his face nuzzled in against the back of Levi's neck. He hugged his arms over Eren's, pressing himself back into the strong body behind him, and let himself succumb to the siren song of sleep.

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