Good afternoon, everybody! Happy Thursday!

Hahahah remember how last chapter I said I love posting these chapters in the morning because it's such a nice way to start the day? Oh man, good times. It's completely my fault I'm posting so late though, I've had way too much fun since last Thursday. Literally. Thursday I got some really great news, Friday I saw some ballet at the Met, Saturday I went to a karaoke event on Staten Island, Sunday I saw my friend's band play in Brooklyn and then yesterday I went to this fucking fantastic concert on Long Island. So Monday, Tuesday and today I was scrambling to edit and get this chapter in a fit state to post. I did my best, but I make no promises!

And yeah, this chapter, mm mm mm. I guess I should preface this by saying a little about how I got into shipping Levi and Eren in the first place. I started reading doujins and fanfics about the two of them from jump, like, WAY before I even saw them interact because they're both hot and it's been forever since I've been a part of a fandom with so much great content! It also became clear very quickly that people love to write lots of freaky BDSM stuff about them, which suits my tastes a lot, so I was on board.

Then I actually saw The Court Scene and was absolutely horrified.

I remember texting Vega like "OH MY GOD IS THIS WHY PEOPLE SHIP THEM?! WHAT THE FUCK-" Mind you, this didn't stop me from reading this porn, then of course as I kept watching and reading the series I was like, "Oh no, no this tracks. Yeah Eren's crazy and I'm here for it." I no longer feel bad, but it was really funny at the time, is where I'm going with this. You ever see Attack On Titan In 9 Minutes? Yeah they called me right the fuck out LOL. I love Eren so much and I'm a fucking sadist. Poor Levi, his back must hurt carrying the weight of all my projection.

SPEAKING OF, for the vibes! Listen to Sadist by Portrayal of Guilt. On the nose? Me? Never!

I actually had a friend put me onto this band back in like, March. He texted me randomly like, "You wanna go to this show at St. Vitus with me?" and I'm like "YEAH SURE! Who is it?" It was a good ass night. That show Eren was driving Ymir and Historia home from? I choose to believe it was that one.

Okay, that's all I think, enjoy your porn!

Levi spent all of Sunday at a job in Astoria and in an uncomfortable state of anxiety, as though he'd stepped onto some rickety rope bridge that led him somewhere unknown. The rational part of his brain told him he could always cancel plans with Eren, go back to safe, sturdy ground, but he only walked further across the bridge.

we're still on for tomorrow right?

We're still on, chill out

your place, right?

For the thousandth time yes

Come over in the afternoon

And then it was Monday midmorning and he could see what was on the other side of the bridge, or at least some of it.

what time?

1 pm

bet

"Levi?" He looked up from his phone to see Hange staring across the table. They'd met for breakfast at the only diner by Columbia that met his standards of cleanliness.

"What?" Hange leaned forward, tilting their head to the side, eyes inquisitive behind their shitty glasses.

"You tell me, you've been preoccupied this whole time!" They pouted their lips, and Levi's stomach squirmed a little. However, he and Hange knew each other too well to deny or talk around things. He picked up his tea cup by the rim and took a sip.

"I'm seeing Eren later," he said. Hange didn't look remotely surprised, and Levi wasn't sure if that annoyed him or not.

"Oh? What are you guys gonna do?" Levi swirled his tea cup around and took another sip before answering.

"No plans, he's just coming over." Hange raised their eyebrows. "It's easiest," said Levi, not defensively but with a definite edge to his voice.

"I'm not judging or making any assumptions!" Hange assured him, holding their hands up as though surrendering. Levi raised his eyebrows, but then Hange continued, smiling, "It'd be pretty fucked up of me, given what we've seen each other get up to."

"Don't get sentimental-" said Levi, though he did appreciate it.

"-we've got Erwin for that." Hange finished the sentence for him. They both laughed, Hange's high pitched shriek and Levi's low chuckle. "And how are you feeling about it?" they asked, when the laughter had subsided.

"Conflicted," Levi replied, after a moment.

"Why, jailbait panic?"

"Fuck you," said Levi composedly, giving them an extremely nasty look before continuing. "You felt something was off with him too, right?"

"Beyond what was to be expected given the circumstances, yes," replied Hange, nodding. "Why, does that concern you?" Levi thought for a moment, staring at the dated curtains on the windows behind Hange, thinking about Eren glaring demandingly at him in the hot sun.

"Maybe," he said, slowly. "I'm just not sure what he wants from me, or-"

"What you're doing?" Levi nodded. "You want my opinion?" Levi rolled his eyes, but nodded again. "You're overthinking. Just wait and see what happens when you're hanging out under normal conditions and not…" They gestured vaguely, and Levi nodded a third time. "Does Erwin know?" Levi felt his chest flush.

"I haven't told him, but probably." He stared into his friend's face. "He says it's kind that I'm taking notice."

"Hmm," said Hange, leaning forward, inviting but without pressure. However, all Levi said was,

"I guess I'll see what happens," then changed the subject, and they finished their breakfast while talking about other things. After they paid, they left the diner for a bright sunny Broadway. Columbia summer program students and professors were walking up and down the street, talking in many different languages or else staring at their phones.

"Are you going straight home?" asked Hange, waving energetically at a colleague passing in the opposite direction.

"Yeah, I'll walk you to 116th."

"How uncharacteristically nice of you!"

"I guess I won't bother then, you specky fuck." Hange let out another shriek of laughter, grabbed Levi by the back of the head and marched him along. He allowed this for maybe half a block, then ducked out from under their hand. "So did you make a move on your girl yet?" Hange moaned and clasped their hands together, their eyes shining.

"Once the summer session is over!"

"So you keep saying."

"Her last name is Finger, Levi!"

"Well isn't that an omen…"

"I'M SAYING!" They arrived at Columbia's gates, beyond which lay the leafy green campus, while across the street the Hudson River was just visible between apartment buildings, glittering blue in the sunlight. "Let me know how everything goes though, seriously!" exclaimed Hange, clasping hands with Levi. "I'll be running labs all day so I'll need something to keep me sane!"

"Fuck you," he replied, though he allowed them a small smile.

"Bye, Levi!" Hange turned and departed through the gates while Levi descended the stairs into the 1 train station.

It was brightly lit and, by subway standards, clean. A cluster of young people was chattering a little ways down the platform while in the other direction a grubby looking man was swinging his arms back and forth and singing to himself. Levi watched him for a moment before looking up at the arrivals board to see two minutes before the next train. He still wasn't used to seeing these in nearly every station, though according to Erwin they were standard fare in the rest of the world. Having grown up on a low rung of a society that didn't give a fuck about its citizens, this didn't suprirse Levi, though he was grateful for them regardless.

Two bright lights appeared at the back of the tunnel, and the 1 train flew into the station. As Levi squinted against the blast of air and metallic crashing, he remembered his mother holding him to her chest and turning away dramatically from oncoming trains, which would always make him laugh. On the other hand, Kenny used to just yank him back from the edge of the platform, telling him, "Watch out, kid," in his gruff voice.

The train stopped and the doors opened, and Levi turned sideways to edge through the people who couldn't be bothered to move out of the way. He sat down in the very center of the nearly empty row of seats, crossed his legs and extracted a book he'd bought from Strand from his bag. Immediately absorbed, his eyes flew back and forth across the page as the train made its way downtown, filling up steadily at each stop. Parents with strollers the size of shopping carts, people on bikes they could have just ridden and the tired commuters with headphones on giving them nasty looks, until it was a relief to get off at 96th Street. Levi marked his page with the folded receipt and held the book to his chest as he crossed the busy platform to catch the 2 train running express. It was much more crowded and someone was trying to act hard by playing their shitty music without headphones, but Levi just leaned against the door and returned to his book. As they sped towards 72nd Street, he reflected that fifteen years ago, average train noise was enough to drive him to distraction, but now it barely registered.

At 14th Street, he marked his place in his book again and tucked it into his bag before making his way to the F train. He had to pass through the long tunnel that connected 6th and 7th Avenue, hotboxed by people selling incense, then the L platform that was a weird mix of people in suits and people in costume, but then barely waited ten seconds for the F to arrive and take him to Delancey Street.

The sun was high in the sky now and hot as fuck. Levi checked his phone, deftly avoiding someone's grandmother with her grocery cart bulldozing her way down the crowded sidewalk, and his stomach hitched at a text from Eren.

on my way

see you soon

Levi took a deep breath in, resigning himself to whatever was about to happen, and went up to his apartment to get ready.

Eren spent the morning in bed with his music on at a much lower volume than usual, listening for the blessed moment when his family left so he could get ready to go see Levi. His whole body was alive with anticipation, and though they had no real plans, Eren knew he'd get conversation, was confident he'd get a kiss and was pretty sure he'd get more. He'd never had to try that hard, and according to Historia that was "part of the problem." Unfortunately, most people couldn't give him what he wanted without him asking, and though that wasn't a problem for him, his friends said things like "I want you to choke me as hard as you can while you ride me" and "fuck my face so rough I get a nosebleed" and "slap the fuck out of me" weren't normal things to ask for. They all teased him mercilessly, but he didn't care.

"At least I'm getting some," he'd shot back, the first time he'd taken his shirt off in the locker room before gym class to reveal bitemarks and scratches. In ninth grade, when just holding hands was thrilling to most of his friends, they couldn't say shit, though Jean wasted no opportunity to call him a sick fuck from then on.

Eren let out a soft, contemptuous laugh and shifted against his bed, still waiting for the house to fall silent. He hoped Levi would be able to give him what he wanted, and he was pretty sure he would, but he was so fucking hot it almost didn't matter anyway. Almost.

Eventually, Eren heard his father leave for work, Mikasa for school and his mother for an exercise class, and sprang out of bed. He turned up his music and went to shower and change, though he wasn't sure exactly what to dress for or exactly how clean to get. He shivered a little at that thought when he came to stand in front of his mirror a half hour later, clean and dressed. He pulled his hair into a bun, then stared at his reflection for a second. 'This will work.'

Eren seized his phone, keys and wallet, shoved his headphones on and rushed out of the townhouse. He locked the front door tightly behind him and sprinted to the train at 63rd Street, music loud in his ears and summer sun hot on his face.

At 12:59, Levi was leaning against his open doorway with his arms folded, staring down the hallway and listening way harder than was necessary for approaching footsteps. He wasn't nervous, necessarily, but not knowing what to expect had his heart beating uncomfortably fast and his stomach twisting. The seconds dragged and dragged as he waited for Eren to appear, and he checked his phone for something to do with his hands, though of course it was pointless. The doorman had buzzed Levi's apartment to let him know Eren was here, what was he going to text him during the elevator ride? Levi sighed, but then tensed and looked up at the sound of footsteps down the hall.

Eren appeared around the corner, then stopped dead at the sight of Levi waiting for him. He felt a visceral rush of Eren's energy as they made eye contact, lighting the path ahead now he was on the other side of the bridge. Almost in slow motion, Eren shut off his music, took off his headphones and moved closer, his expression unclear, but intense.

"Hi," he said, much more quietly than Levi would have expected.

"Hello," he replied, in his soft, soothing voice. Eren bit down on the inside of his lip as he finally drew level with him, and a moment's silence passed. Levi looked even better than he remembered, dressed in black jeans and a soft grey t-shirt that left little to the imagination. Hopefully they wouldn't have to talk that long. "Get inside." Eren's mouth twitched and he did as he was told.

Levi's apartment was modern like the building, all clean lines and smooth surfaces, and the soft lights were a relief after the harsh summer sun and fluorescent bulbs in the hallway. Eren looked around curiously as he toed off his shoes, noticing the full bookshelves in the living room, the plants in the kitchen windows and the music playing gently in the background. Like Levi himself, the whole place felt grounding, reassuring and safe, and even though his whole body was taut with desire for the man carefully closing the door behind him, Eren couldn't help but relax a little. He took a deep breath in, smelling the plants, detergent and the summer breeze blowing in through the open kitchen window, then looked over his shoulder to find Levi watching him with his arms folded.

"Your place is cool," said Eren on his exhale. Levi snorted, though he could tell he was being sincere.

"Thank you," he said, and he was being sincere too. Eren's mouth twitched in a hesitant half smile, and Levi noticed again his Cupid's bow, then gave him a once over. He actually looked awake and much better for it, dressed in slim fitting jeans and a t-shirt with an ampersand splashed across the front. His handsome face was also fuller, his pretty eyes were alert but not frantic, and even though Levi could feel his energy simmering, it wasn't too intense. Not yet, anyway. "You want water or anything? It's hot as fuck outside."

"Yeah, that'd be awesome." Levi strode past him into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, giving Eren a satisfying view of his ass. He bit down on his lip again as heat flooded his belly at the thought of grabbing it to pull him deeper inside… He shook his head and looked around for something to distract him. The bookshelves caught his eye again, and, after putting his stuff down on the kitchen counter, he moved closer to read the titles. There were novels of all genres, biographies, anthologies of short stories, philosophy, non-fiction about all manner of subjects-

"Here," said Levi, suddenly beside him with a glass of ice water. Eren could smell his shampoo and felt goosebumps erupt up his arms and blood start to pool between his legs.

"Thanks," he said. He wanted to kiss Levi so badly already, and with anyone else he'd probably try, but something about him kept him in check, and he couldn't decide if he liked that or not.

Levi felt Eren's heat simmer a little faster, saw it reflected in his beautiful eyes. 'I might actually be completely fucked,' thought Levi, though all he said out loud was, "Sit down," rather impatiently, gesturing at the couch. Eren gave a soft laugh that made Levi's stomach hitch and did as he was told, carefully adjusting for his half hard erection. He bit down on the edge of the glass and stared up at Levi expectantly. He pressed the heel of his hand between his eyes for a moment, then sat down beside him. He crossed his legs, and Eren's eyes darted shamelessly between them. Levi would be lying if he said it didn't give him a little rush, but he still made a valiant effort at normal conversation. "What did you do today, anything?"

"Huh? Oh, nah. Not until I came over here." Levi waited, but Eren just turned to face him, sitting cross legged with the glass still clasped in both hands. He continued to stare expectantly at Levi, biting down on the edge of the glass again. Levi's eyes narrowed, and Eren felt his gaze all down his spine and he got completely hard at once.

"You're always chewing on things," observed Levi. His voice was level, but Eren's gaze was suddenly scorching.

"Huh?" He didn't mean for it to come out as a gasp, and a new flush rushed up his neck.

Levi's heart skipped, and 'you're so fucked' flashed across his mind again. "My fucking glass, for example. If you break a tooth or something on it, that's on you."

"Oh," Eren gasped again, so focused on Levi's lips forming the words he barely heard them. "Sorry," he said, when they finally did register. He took a deep breath in, then let it out in a shaky exhale. Yeah fuck this, he was done talking. He tilted his head to the side, and something in his expression made Levi's stomach contract. Again, as if in slow motion, he watched Eren place the glass on the coffee table, watched him untangle his legs, watched him move in closer. 'You're so fucked you're so fucked you're so fucked…' "My friends are total dicks about that," said Eren, heat flooding his body as he leaned towards Levi, hands on the couch between his spread knees. Levi felt a wave of Eren's excitement in his own body and uncrossed his legs without meaning to. 'Definitely fucked.'

"Oh yeah?" he asked, his voice darkening and sending a shock of arousal down Eren's spine, making his erection twitch.

"Yeah, they say I have an oral fixation or something."

"Jesus fucking Christ," snapped Levi, closing his eyes against another wave of Eren's excitement. Eren paused, biting his lip, waiting, but then Levi forced his eyes open and they stared each other hard in the face. "You think you're fucking clever or something?" he asked, and the threat made Eren shudder in arousal.

"No," he shot back, and Levi felt his defiance deep in his belly. "You asked."

"Yeah," Levi conceded, indulging Eren by moving in closer. "You think you're smooth?"

"No," Eren moaned, which somehow made his defiance more potent. They were just a few inches apart now.

'Fuck me,' Levi thought, staring into Eren's flushed face, his blue green eyes, his parted lips. "What do you want?" he asked.

"You," replied Eren, without hesitation, and Levi knew if he was going to put a stop to this, he had to do it now.

But then Eren kissed him on the lips and all bets were off. A violent shudder of arousal ran through both of them and Levi took a sharp breath in, heat rushing between his legs as he spread them wider, taking hold of Eren's upper arm to pull him closer. Eren moaned, low and needy at finally getting the contact he'd been craving.

"This isn't your first time or something, is it?" Levi breathed, between kisses. "And don't you fucking lie to me." He squeezed Eren's upper arm tighter, making him gasp.

"What? No?" Eren managed, indignantly, through his haze of arousal and want. "The fuck…" He kissed Levi on the lips again. "I know what I'm doing."

"Is that right?" Levi asked, digging his fingers still harder into Eren's upper arm as he felt himself get completely hard. Eren gasped, feeling the pressure up his arm right into his chest and erection.

"Yeah," he groaned, entirely unashamedly, before climbing into Levi's lap. Staring him hard in the face and breathing shallowly through his open mouth, he gripped the back of the couch and began to grind hard against him. Levi's lips parted in a soft gasp that made Eren's erection twitch against the inside of his jeans. He smiled and kissed Levi on the mouth again, much deeper this time. It was wet, intrusive and demanding, and Levi knew a rush of disgust that somehow made his erection throb. They kissed intensely as Eren grinded harder against Levi in a needy, sloppy rhythm, his thighs warm and heavy against his and the friction and pressure making both of their heads spin. Eren felt the world melt away as the sensations seemed to take him over…

…until Levi seized a fistfull of his hair much harder than he meant to and yanked him out of their kiss. Eren cried out in both arousal and excitement as the glorious sting shot down his spine like an electric charge, fueling his erection and making his heart skip. If this was a sign of things to come, Levi could definitely give him what he wanted.

Levi paused at Eren's cry and let go of his hair at once, worried for one heartstopping second he'd gone too far, but then Eren looked down at him and he knew the move was more than okay. Eren's eyes were dark and hazy and lustful, his mouth was parted and his chest was heaving. "Jesus fucking Christ," said Levi, almost wonderingly. Just what had he started? He pressed the heel of his hand between his eyes, trying to collect himself, but then Eren leaned forward, placing more demanding, intrusive kisses on his neck. Levi screwed up his eyes, the sensation simultaneously arousing and disgusting. "You liked that?" he hissed.

"Yes," Eren moaned, desperately, right in his ear. He moved his hips back and forth, grinding his erection shamelessly against Levi to illustrate the point. Levi's lips parted in another soft gasp, but he was not to be distracted.

"What do you want?" Eren moved his hips faster, his rhythm sloppy, but enticing, and Levi felt arousal, his own and Eren's, surge up between them like a geyser. For a moment it was almost overwhelming, too intense, too desperate, too hot, too loud, and he gripped Eren's hair again to ground himself, to fight for control. Eren cried out desperately as his entire body seized up, then released in a hard spasm of arousal that made his thighs tremble. Levi waited for the excitement to recede a little before pulling Eren up by the hair to face him, and his eyes blazed as they stared at each other. "What do you want?" Levi asked again, much more commanding this time. Eren shuddered at the tone, but didn't look away.

"You," he replied, then gave a little moan as Levi gripped his hair tighter still.

"No shit," Levi growled, heat rushing up his neck. Eren's lip twitched. He knew what Levi meant, and fuck if that wasn't a good question. He wanted everything with Levi, to taste him, hear him, feel him. On some real shit, though,

"I wanna suck you off," he groaned, his erection throbbing and mouth watering.

"Fucking god damn it," snapped Levi, his knuckles whitening around Eren's hair.

"Ah-!"

Levi hesitated, feeling like be was on the edge of a crumbling cliff, but his body and Eren's gaze were begging him to say yes. Was this what that goddamn fucking rope bridge had led him to? Did he care? "Do what you want," he said in that same commanding tone that made Eren's erection twitch, "but I don't wanna hear a damn thing about this later." Eren just laughed, a strangled, maniacal sound that made the hairs on the back of Levi's neck stand up. His body charged with excitement, Eren slid off Levi's lap and sat on his knees between his spread legs. Levi flushed a little as he watched Eren undo his pants with shaking hands.

"Oh fuck yes," Eren moaned as he brought out Levi's erection, shuddering at how full and heavy he was. Levi rolled his eyes, but flushed deeper at the intimate touch, at how Eren's pretty eyes shone, then closed almost gracefully as he kissed the tip with his sweet Cupid's bow. Levi's breath caught in his chest and Eren's lips tingled as he repeated the move, kissing around the tip before slowly making his way down. Levi's erection was warm and wanting against his face, and he took a breath in before drawing his tongue up, base to tip, then looked up for approval.

"Mm," said Levi, hands gripping the couch cushions on either side of him. Eren's lip curled. He licked him all over, then wrapped his hand around the base and moved it up and down in the new wetness. It was driving him crazy to go this slowly when all he wanted was to swallow him whole, but again something about Levi kept him in check, and while he still couldn't decide if he liked it or not, his approving little noises and his belly rising and falling with his breath were making him so hard it was painful, and he loved it.

Levi gave a little sigh; watching Eren work this hard to please him was beautiful, though the sensations were more teasing than really pleasurable. However, before he could even think of getting impatient, Eren wrapped his mouth around the tip of his erection. He gave him an inquiring look, his Cupid's bow stretched obscenely, and Levi just nodded. Eren sucked, hard, closing his eyes in a longing moan. Levi took a sharp breath in at the intense sensation and gripped the couch cushions tighter. Eren opened his eyes and locked them with Levi's, again, his mouth still full of his erection. 'Fuck,' thought Levi, though all he said was, "Keep going."

Eren gave a grateful moan and, maintaining eye contact, began to move his mouth up and down, sucking as much as he could and pleasing the rest with his hand, breathing hard through his nose. Cool, sticky wetness pooled at the base as Eren worked, and Levi gritted his teeth, the sensations hot and sloppy and disgusting. However, Eren's excitement and desire for him were intoxicating, and he felt his body succumb for a second to the thick heat of their shared arousal. "Fuck…" Levi breathed, both hands suddenly in Eren's hair, soft and dry and grounding.

Eren moaned, sucking faster, squeezing harder, staring up at Levi with wide eyes, his own erection oozing precum and creating a wet, teasing friction against the soft fabric of his underwear. However, he barely noticed, he was so focused on how good Levi felt in his mouth, rubbing against his tongue, sliding between his lips, teasing the back of his throat, until he pulled away, gasping, hips rocking unconsciously and entire body flushed.

"You okay?" asked Levi, his erection twitching as if chasing the sensation and toes curling against the floor. Still stroking Levi up and down, Eren's lip curled and he spread his legs.

"Yeah, feel," he said, grabbing Levi's strong calf with his free hand and pulling his leg forward.

"The fuck are you-" but then Eren placed the ballmound of his foot against his still clothed erection with a soft moan of satisfaction, and Levi knew another potent rush of disgust and arousal. "Jesus god…" Eren opened his eyes, locked them with Levi's and began to rock against his foot. "What the fuck…"

"Told you I'm okay," said Eren, breathlessly, and Levi, acting totally on instinct, pressed his foot harder against him. "Oh!" Caught by surprise, the pressure gripped Eren's whole body and shoved him suddenly to the edge. "Wait, I-" but then Levi took his foot away and all the pleasure unwound with a snap, leaving him gasping. He collapsed forward against Levi's knee, still holding his erection.

'What the fuck,' thought Levi as the heat and pressure between his legs intensified suddenly and urgently. He tugged at Eren's hair, and he looked up at him with dark, lustful eyes. "You okay?" Levi asked again. Eren nodded. With the sensation of the ocean receding before a tidal wave, Levi said, "Keep going." Eren shuddered, but nodded again and got back into position. Levi let go of his hair and braced against the couch, his entire body tensing as he stared into the blue green of Eren's eyes. The tidal wave crashed between them, and he allowed himself to be dragged out to sea.

Eren parted his lips and took Levi once more into his mouth, but carefully this time, relishing the feel of him against his tongue and hollowed cheeks. He took a deep breath in, then exhaled to take him all the way down his throat. His eyes watered even as he welcomed the intrusion, but never left Levi's. "Oh fuck," Levi groaned. The tight, wet heat against his bare skin, Eren's little moans, his pleasure filled expression, it was all like a punch to the gut. He grabbed Eren by the hair and yanked him off, and he let out a choked cry, coughing and gasping. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared pleadingly at Levi, needing him to understand, to give him more. "Fuck me," Levi groaned, his hands shaking in Eren's hair.

"I'm trying," Eren reminded him, and Levi's grip tightened.

"Are you sure that's okay? And don't you fucking lie to me." Eren's stomach twisted in arousal at the pull in his hair.

"Of course it is," he replied, impatiently. His beautiful eyes lit up, and Levi wanted more than anything to sink under the water again. "You can," he moaned, rubbing his face against Levi's erection, smearing drool and tears and precum across his lips and cheeks. Levi's stomach lurched in revulsion even as his erection throbbed with longing. "You can fuck my mouth," Eren told him in a low, desperate voice, though he was in total command of what he was saying. Levi shuddered, every nerve of his body on fire at the prospect.

"You want me to fuck your mouth," he corrected him in an even more commanding tone. Eren closed his eyes in a brief ecstatic cry, then nodded.

"Rough me up," he told Levi, opening his eyes again. Levi inhaled sharply through gritted teeth and exhaled in a harsh sigh as he got to his feet, dragging Eren up by the hair. Eren's expression lit up and he opened his swollen lips obediently. Levi took hold of his erection with his free hand and pumped himself a few times, still staring Eren hard in the face.

"I believe you," he said, with a little shudder, "but fucking tell me if it's too much, do you understand?" Eren rolled his eyes.

"Yeah I underst-AH!" Completely on instinct, Levi slapped Eren across the face with his erection. Eren's thighs trembled so badly he'd have fallen forward were it not for Levi holding him up, and had Levi not been more turned on than he had been in a long time, he'd have asked himself what the fuck that was, but at that moment all he wanted was more of Eren's mouth.

"I'm serious, don't get cocky, you little shit," Levi growled, his heart pounding.

"Sorry," breathed Eren, dreamily, his cheek burning from the slap. He'd known Levi was strong, but this was even better than he'd expected, and oh fuck if he slapped him with his hand… Trying not to come on the spot at that thought, Eren took hold of the backs of Levi's powerful thighs.

"Ready?" Levi asked, in a low voice, feeling the sensation right up to his erection.

"Y-yeah!" Levi guided his erection between Eren's swollen lips, pausing to press the tip against the insides of his cheeks, stretching and exploring, before slowly pulling Eren forward, sinking his erection into the tight, wet heat.

"Fuck," Levi groaned, as Eren let out the smallest of choked cries. Levi drew his hips back, then thrust inside, and Eren moaned and screwed up his eyes. Unable to draw breath under the crushing pressure, his whole body tensed with a visceral fear he couldn't control but which only fueled his arousal. He melted against Levi as he fucked his mouth hard and fast, feeling utterly overpowered by him and the sensations.

Levi felt the shift like another tidal wave crashing over him and once again allowed himself to be pulled out to sea with Eren. He fucked faster into his mouth, knuckles white in his hair. "I should have known you'd get off on fucked up shit like this," Levi told him through clenched teeth. "Was this what you wanted the whole time? To get your face fucked?" Eren tried to reply, to scream "YES!" but he could barely breathe, let alone form words. His throat was burning and his erection was begging to be touched and his body felt overheated and weak and he fucking loved it. "You wanna swallow me?" Levi asked next. Eren dug his fingers into Levi's thighs in answer. "Fuck!" Levi's erection stiffened in Eren's mouth as the heat and arousal wound up inside him. Eren felt it even under all the sensation and noise and forced his eyes open, needing to see Levi's face through his tear blurred vision. "I'm gonna come," Levi warned, staring hard into Eren's eyes, drawn even deeper under the water as he thrust into his mouth once, twice, three times, then- "Oh…"

The pressure wound up tight inside Levi burst its bounds, sending pleasure rushing out through his whole body in hard, intense spasms. His erection throbbed as he spilled himself into Eren's mouth and he swayed where he stood, still gripping his hair tightly as he moaned gratefully and swallowed it all. Levi took a few seconds, then pulled out, still feeling hazy. "Jesus god," he muttered, taking in the picture before him. Eren was flushed, his face shiny and t-shirt wet from tears and spit while his erection was still painfully obvious. "Fucking disgusting," said Levi, the words floating up from deep inside. Eren just nodded, and though Levi still felt far out at sea with him, he let go of his hair at last. Eren's hands slid down the backs of his thighs and he slumped back onto his heels, but rather than rest, he gripped his erection through his jeans and began to grind desperately into the pressure. "You really are a sick fuck, huh?" breathed Levi, watching with rapt attention even through his orgasmic haze.

"Y-yeah," Eren replied, Levi's degradation both soothing and arousing. Levi knew a residual shudder of excitement at how scratchy Eren's voice sounded, and even though he just came, he was already thinking about his mouth again. "I wanna come," Eren persisted, moving his hips faster and stared imploringly at Levi. "Tell me I can."

"Are you always this goddamn demanding?"

"You can gag me next time."

"Fucking…" However as he looked into Eren's eyes, he knew he was completely serious. "Do it."

Eren nodded gratefully and kept moving while bracing against the floor with his other hand. He moaned openly, his eyes falling shut and toes curling as relief and pleasure coursed through him. He wouldn't last much longer, fucking against his hand, soaked through underwear and zipper, and he went faster still, moaning and gasping, more tears leaking from his eyes. "Oh fuck I'm gonna come!" He forced his eyes open and stared up at Levi, thighs shaking violently.

"Do it." At once Eren came, hard, into his pants, his whole body shuddering as pleasure shocked every nerve of his body. He threw his head back in an ecstatic cry and melted into the pleasure, into the release of tension, into Levi's gaze. His arm gave way and he fell forward onto the floor, his other hand still pressed between his legs.

However, almost at once, Levi stuck his foot under Eren's cheek and lifted his gaze. "No. You're filthy." Eren blinked, hearing the words as if from far away. Levi's eyes flashed. "Get up, I don't need that shit all over my floors." The words registered this time. Eren pushed himself onto his knees, then sniffed and wiped the tears he was still crying away with his fist. "Are you okay?" Levi asked, in a much softer tone, and more tears leaked from Eren's eyes. Levi extended his hand and pulled Eren shakily to his feet, and he fell into his arms at once. Levi gave a little shudder of aversion, but still swept up in Eren, held him close. Eren gasped, but nodded against Levi's hair with a little shudder of his own, still holding tight to his hand.

They stayed that way for a moment, not saying anything. As Eren came down, he felt awareness of his own body spread out from where Levi was holding him, to his chest where his t-shirt was wet and stuck to him, to his raw, painful throat, to his deflated erection sticky with drying cum in his jeans. "Can I go shower?" he asked, his voice still constricted and scratchy. Levi let go of him, and though he was still holding his hand, Eren immediately missed the connection.

"Yeah," replied Levi, looking him up and down to assess the damage for himself. He suddenly realized his pants were still undone, and, with yet another shudder, let go of Eren's hand to zip up. "Here, I'll show you." Eren immediately seized his hand again, and Levi didn't resist. He led Eren down the tiny hallway around the edge of the kitchen, opened one of three closed doors and clicked on the light. It glowed against the spotlessly clean bathroom surfaces, making the edges of Eren's vision blur. "These are all clean," said Levi, indicating the towels hanging from the back of the door. Eren nodded. "Give me your clothes, I'll wash them for you."

"Huh?" Levi replied with an incredulous noise, though his expression was soft as they looked at each other.

"You can't go around like that, what's wrong with you?" Eren looked down at himself, and his mouth twitched. He pulled his shirt up over his head with his free hand, then swore when he had to let go of Levi's to actually take it off. Levi rolled his eyes, but felt a flutter of excitement in his belly as he took in Eren's shoulders, his smooth, strong chest, the lines of his hip bones disappearing tantalizingly into the waistband of his jeans. He really was gorgeous, fuck…

Eren felt Levi's gaze burning against his skin, and it made him even more aware of his body. Goosebumps erupted up his arms and his nipples hardened as if in a sudden chill. He handed his shirt to Levi, then undid his pants and took them off. "Socks too?" he asked, almost playfully, and Levi rolled his eyes.

"Might as well." Eren took them off and handed them to Levi, who looked away and turned on the shower with a sigh, trying to keep his wits about him. He made to leave the room, but then Eren reached forward and touched his arm. "What?" Levi asked without turning around.

"Stay," said Eren, softly.

"What?"

"Stay." Eren tugged at his sleeve, and Levi finally turned, shifting the bundle of clothes in his arms. His heart sped up sharply as he looked into Eren's face. "Shower with me." Levi's eyes widened, and he felt Eren's next tug on his sleeve in his chest. He hesitated, but,

"Fine, just give me one second."

Mm, round two, you think? Or just more sweetness?

Eren really is like a fucking tidal wave though. That's how I felt getting to know him over the course of writing this story. Once upon a time I'd probably have just let him drown me, tbh. What do y'all think?

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