Good morning! Happy Thursday!

I hope you're all doing well! This past week was so chill compared to the last one, which was necessary, but also makes me itchy. Of course I know once i get hit with a whole bunch of insanity in a few weeks I'll be complaining just as much. Grass is always greener, right? Ugh.

Anyway, this chapter! It's more smut, but there's definitely some plot seeds being sown. Plus some nice banter and Eren being sweet in his weird Eren way. We love to see it of course, but I don't have any interesting insight or commentary about it. Not that you guys are here for that, but still.

I guess we should just get to it? Yes.

FOR THE VIBES! Listen to Love On Haight Street by BT. We're letting Levi DJ this week, and now I'm gonna have to listen to that whole album because I love it so much. My friends say this song reminds them of the Knuckles stage in Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, and they aren't wrong.

Enjoy~

A soft smile played around Eren's mouth and he let go of Levi's sleeve to step into the shower. Levi started to point out that the water wasn't hot yet, but then just sighed and carried Eren's clothes into the hall. He opened the door beside the bathroom to reveal his washing machine and dryer stacked on top of each other. Even after years in this apartment, he always remembered how in-unit laundry, like the bluetooth speakers in his ceilings, had once seemed an unattainable luxury. Of course, after spending his youth lugging bags of clothes and towels and sheets to the crowded, noisy laundromat across from his mother's building, the washing machines in Erwin's basement had seemed a huge step up. However, the laundromat always smelled clean and the ladies who worked there were nice to him every time.

"¿Necesitas ayuda, mijo?" He'd never accepted, though: he knew how to do it himself, and, depending on how sick his mother was, he wouldn't have wanted them to see anyway.

'Why the fuck am I thinking about that now?' He threw Eren's clothes into the washing machine and added detergent, then, after a moment's hesitation, undressed and put his own clothes in as well. He shut the door and started the machine, then returned to the bathroom, which was now full of steam from the shower.

Eren smiled when Levi pulled back the shower curtain and gave a soft, longing moan when he stepped into the tub completely naked. He stared shamelessly, taking in his muscles, his lines and his angles. "Move," said Levi, though he definitely noticed. Eren's lip twitched and he stepped out of the way. Levi closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the cascade, sighing a little in relief as everything was washed away. However, his eyes flew open just as quickly when he felt Eren wrap his arms around him from behind and nose tenderly at his wet hair. Levi took a deep breath in, his chest and belly pressing into Eren's hands. "The fuck are you doing?" he asked, lazily.

"You feel good," Eren replied, blood already pooling between his legs again as he kissed against Levi's hair towards his ear. Levi was strong and powerful but somehow still soft, lithe and supple under the water, and Eren explored his body eagerly, drawing his hands up to palm his chest and run his fingers over his collar bones, then down against the sides of his waist to grip his hips. "Fuck," he groaned, right in his ear, his rapidly forming erection pressing on Levi's lower back. Levi's toes curled against the floor of the tub and he closed his eyes again, knowing the now familiar sensation of Eren pulling him out to sea, though it was on a much gentler current this time. He leaned back into his chest to look up at him, and his toes curled again as he took in Eren's face, flushed from need and heat. He reached up, grabbed a fistfull of Eren's wet hair and arched against his erection. Eren cried out and dug his fingers into Levi's thighs.

"Can you always go again after a fucking nanosecond?" Levi asked in a low voice. Eren tried to kiss him in answer, but he held him firmly in place.

"Yeah," he said instead, clearly pleased with himself. He stared hard into Levi's grey eyes, fresh arousal shooting down his spine. However, Levi said nothing. "You feel good," Eren whined, and tried to kiss him again.

Quick as a flash, Levi let go of Eren's hair, turned to seize his wrists and shoved him hard against the tile wall, pinning his arms by his sides. Eren cried out, and though his hands flexed and extended in Levi's grip, he didn't try to fight or pull away. Instead, he thrust his hips forward, arousal pumping hard through his veins, fogging his brain and searing his nerves. "Do you wanna come again?" Levi asked in a low hiss, and Eren's erection throbbed in answer.

"Yes!" Levi's eyes roved up and down Eren's body, and he couldn't help but imagine him on his back, legs over his shoulders, or face down ass up, moaning into his pillows, or riding him, getting himself off on his dick…

Squeezing Eren's wrists, Levi groaned and rested his forehead against his chest, water running hot down the back of his neck. He heard and felt his heartbeat, quick like his breath, and shivered in their shared excitement. Eren gave a needy little moan as Levi dug his fingers harder into his wrists, then placed a gentle kiss on his solar plexus, tasting clean skin and bath water before dragging his lips up his breastbone and finally tilting his head to look him in the face. Eren stared back at him eagerly. He had no idea what Levi would do to him, but he didn't care. He'd let Levi do anything. A moment's silence passed.

"Put your arms above your head." Eren obeyed the second Levi let go of him, his wrists still tingling from his strong grip as he pressed the backs of his hands against the tile wall above him. He took a deep breath in and sighed it out, and Levi felt his surrender to whatever was about to happen like yet another crashing wave. He wrapped one arm around Eren's waist to keep him steady, then took hold of his erection with his other hand.

"O-oh," Eren's toes curled and he shivered in Levi's arms. His touch was strong and commanding and he fucking loved it.

"Hm…" Levi stroked him up and down, watching his handsome face twist with pleasure.

"Levi…"

"What?" Though the sound of his name in that tone from those lips had fresh heat flooding between his legs already, how the fuck…?

"Go faster," Eren moaned. Levi dug his fingers into Eren's waist and stepped one foot onto the edge of the tub behind him, pinning him harder against the wall.

"You're so fucking impatient," he breathed, acting completely on instinct as he had done all afternoon. He moved his hand slowly, carefully, pausing to press his thumb against the tip to spread the precum oozing forth. Eren gasped and stiffened in his arms, watching him please him with rapt attention.

"I," Eren grasped helplessly against the air. "I want you to make me come, last time I did it myself."

"Impatient and demanding," Levi observed, drawing his hand luxuriously up his erection again. Eren's lip curled.

"Punish me if I'm being bratty."

"Jesus fuck-" Levi bit down hard on Eren's chest and pulled away with his skin between his teeth. Eren cried out and threw his head back in an ecstatic moan, the sting making his erection throb painfully. "You're so fucked," Levi said when he let go.

"Y-yeah," Eren agreed, trying once again to kiss Levi, who just bit down on his chest a second time. "AH!" Pleasure and pain gripped every muscle in Eren's body, winding him up tight, then released him when Levi let go and looked up at him. "Tell me how fucked up I am," Eren whispered, and, with the sensation of getting pulled underwater, Levi repeated,

"You're so fucked."

"Yeah, I-" but anything else Eren wanted to say was drowned in a moan as Levi finally sped up. "Y-yes! Please! More!"

"Do you always beg like that? Slut," Levi growled, and Eren's thighs began to shake.

"Yes! Oh-" Levi bit down a third time, on the soft skin just below Eren's collar bone, chewing and sucking hard enough to draw blood as he stroked him faster still.

"Is this what you wanted?" Levi demanded, licking at the fresh bite mark. "Getting your face fucked and coming in your pants wasn't enough?" Eren moaned hard, shuddering against the pressure already painful inside him.

"I, I want you to fuck me!" he cried, and it felt so good to say it out loud. Levi stopped pleasing Eren abruptly and stared hard into his eyes, hazy and burning like a lustful forest fire. He wanted it, and he wanted it badly, and though his body was begging him to give in and say yes,

"Not this time." And before Eren could argue he started stroking him again, faster, harder, with intention.

"Fuck! But- Levi, please!"

"No," said Levi, stomach hitching in simultaneous arousal and disgust. "You want my dick that bad you can fucking be patient." He felt Eren stiffen in his hand and kept going, shuddering in his own arousal as they stared into each other's eyes. "Besides, I bet you'd like that, you masochist fuck." Eren let out a strangled laugh and thrust back into Levi's hand in answer. "Stay still."

"Fuck!" Eren moaned, but obeyed, his thighs trembling violently. "Don't stop!"

"I won't," Levi assured him in his soft voice.

"I'm close, oh fuck! Don't stop!"

"I told you I won't."

"Oh my god, Levi!" With a strangled cry, Eren came again, all the pleasure gripping his body rushing out of him, spilling over Levi's hand and into the shower jet. He moaned as Levi pleased him through it, barely able to hold his arms above his head as he sagged in his embrace. Then, acting purely on instinct, Levi shoved his fingers into Eren's mouth. He cried out against the intrusion, eyes screwed up with pleasure, everything sensitive and overstimulated. Fueled by Eren's arousal, Levi just let out a low, guttural moan and shoved his fingers deeper, pressing against the back of his tongue, making his rubbed raw throat spasm. Eren cried out again and tried to suck his fingers, to swallow them the same way he'd swallowed his erection, and Levi shuddered violently as he found himself suddenly but completely at the edge.

Horrified, disgusted, but so turned on, he pulled his fingers from Eren's mouth and wrapped his hand around his own erection. "Get the fuck on your knees." Eren opened his eyes blearily as the words reached him through his haze, fitting between the layers of pleasure and pain and everything, and he did as he was told at once. Levi stroked himself quickly and deliberately, and Eren opened his mouth obediently. "Close your eyes." Eren did so with a gasp, and a second later Levi came all over his face, not as hard as the first time but still- "Fuck," he growled, pleasing himself through it before resting against the wall. For a moment, the only sound was the shower running and their breathing, then, "Rinse that off your face."

Keeping his eyes closed, Eren leaned back into the hot water. His mind was gloriously smooth and quiet and his body was deeply satisfied. It would feel so good to just lie down on the floor of the tub, fall asleep under the shower jet, but again Levi's voice reached him. "Get up." With a soft groan, Eren pushed against the floor and managed to stand up, and though his legs were still shaky, they supported him. He blinked his eyes open, then sighed happily when he found Levi watching him. "You okay?" Eren nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching. Levi placed his hand on Eren's bruised chest, then reached behind him to pick up soap. "Clean up. The actual reason we came in here." Eren's lips twitched again, and even in Levi's fucked out, satisfied mind, he noticed his Cupid's bow.

Eren and Levi scrubbed themselves clean and rinsed off in silence. Levi then shut off the water, pulled back the shower curtain, grabbed a towel and threw it at Eren. "Dry off before you get out, I don't need you tracking water everywhere."

"Yeah yeah," Eren replied, lazily, smiling rather dreamily as he watched Levi dry off with another towel, then hang it up.

"Come on." Sticking close to Levi, Eren followed him into his bedroom behind the third door in the hallway. Levi turned on the overhead light and knew a little tug in his chest when he saw Eren more at ease than he had been so far, peering curiously around the room with the towel over his shoulders to catch the water dripping from his hair. Heart skipping a little, Levi pulled open a drawer while Eren took in more clean lines, the neatly made bed under the window, the books stacked on the bedside table. Falling asleep here, beside Levi, seemed so much more possible than it did alone in his room. Somehow, these walls weren't closing in.

"Here, wear these until your clothes dry," said Levi, handing Eren a folded pair of grey sweatpants which he stepped into at once. He might have wondered whose they were, because they pooled around his ankles, but he was too distracted by Levi putting on a pair of ass hugging black sweatpants to say anything. "Do you want tea or something?" asked Levi, after a moment. Eren's eyes widened, and Levi knew another little tug in his chest as they caught the light.

"Yeah," he replied, hurrying to towel dry his hair. "Thanks."

Levi nodded, and they returned to the living room, where all of this had started a million years ago. Eren threw himself onto the couch, eyes fixed upon Levi. "Give me one second," he said, picking up his phone. Music began to play again, something soft and soothing, completely the opposite of what Eren had listened to on the way over here. Levi then snatched the towel from around Eren's shoulders and disappeared into the hall. Eren watched him until he was out of sight, then leaned back against the couch, his eyes falling closed, breathing deeply.

Levi hung up the wet towel, then moved all the laundry into the dryer before reading the message he'd noticed from Hange.

How'd it go~?

Levi rolled his eyes and made to reply, only to realize he had no idea what to say. It had gone well so far, he supposed, he'd gotten two orgasms out of the deal. Images flashed in front of his eyes: Eren on his knees, mouth full of his cock, Eren against the wall, head thrown back in ecstasy, Eren in his bedroom drying off, dark hair and blue green eyes and close lipped smile. Levi shut his eyes for a moment. Yeah, that had been fucking amazing, but then, "Rough me up." "Gag me next time." "Punish me if I'm being bratty."

The hairs on the back of Levi's neck stood up. He'd roughed people up before, sure, but he'd never fucked someone's mouth like that and it had been a long time since he'd come on anyone's face. He hadn't ever been particularly into any of that, even when his partners had explicitly asked for it, but with Eren it had all felt so right and so good. Was this just because of Eren? Or were these desires Levi had always had but ignored? He'd think about that, but in the meantime replied to Hange's nosy ass.

Not bad

He started the dryer, then returned to the living room. For a moment, he thought Eren was asleep, arched over the back of his couch like a cat. However, just as he decided not to wake him, he opened his eyes, and Levi felt his relief at having him in sight again in his own body. He didn't say anything about it, though, just went into the kitchen to fill the kettle. He was positive Eren would follow and, sure enough, he heard him get up, pad softly across the room and climb onto one of the bar stools in front of the kitchen island.

Eren leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his chin in his hands, watching Levi's back muscles flex and extend and thinking of leaving long scratches in his pale skin. "Fuck," he muttered, heat promising to start pooling between his legs again.

"Hm?" Levi asked, looking back at him over his shoulder as he placed the kettle in its cradle and turned it on. Eren sighed softly. Fucking hell how was Levi so hot?

"Nothing, sorry," he muttered, though Levi didn't miss his eyes traveling gluttonously up and down his body.

"Shameless," replied Levi, selecting a bag of tea leaves from a cabinet. Eren slid his elbows forward so his chest was flat against the kitchen island, then stretched his arms out in front of him. Levi spooned tea leaves into an infuser and placed it in his larger teapot before turning and leaning against the counter with his arms and legs crossed. They stared at each other across the room, not speaking, until, "I want to ask you something." Eren's eyes lit up and he nodded against his arms. "Was that what you wanted the whole time you were texting me?" Eren thought for a second, then bent his elbows and lifted his palms in an "I dunno" gesture. "I see. Is that how you like everyone to fuck you, or just me?" Eren shivered, and keeping his eyes on Levi, stacked his forearms on the kitchen island and rested his chin on them.

"I wish it was everyone." Levi raised his eyebrows, almost impressed by Eren's total lack of shame. Eren cleared his throat, then smiled in satisfaction. "You do it really good, though."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah." Levi snorted, though bizarrely his heart swelled at the praise. The kettle came to a boil, and a sweet, pungent smell filled the room as Levi poured hot water into the teapot. "What is that?" Eren asked, pushing himself up and arching his back.

"Some herbal shit that's good for sore throats." Eren actually laughed, then cleared his throat again. "It tastes pretty all right regardless," Levi added, setting a timer on his phone.

"Aftercare," said Eren, slowly, knowing the vocabulary word from the parts of fetish videos he usually skipped.

"Whatever you wanna call it, kid."

"Aftercare," Eren repeated. Suddenly, his phone on the counter beside him lit up at a text. He glanced at it, then made a distasteful noise at Mikasa's name. He'd expected it, of course, but he didn't want to answer her now, not when he felt so calm and quiet. However,

"Who is that?" asked Levi, though he guessed a parent, which made his stomach squirm guiltily. Eren's fists clenched against the counter, and the scars on the backs of his hands stood out more clearly for a moment.

"My sister," he replied. "She always wants to know where I'm at." Levi furrowed his brow.

"Why?"

"She worries too much."

"Is she older or younger than you?" asked Levi, thinking of Kenny.

"Older by a month," said Eren. Then, when Levi looked confused, "She's not biologically," he pronounced every syllable, "related to me. We adopted her when her parents died." Levi's eyes widened.

"Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, how did that happen?" However, Eren didn't want to talk about Mikasa right now, and looked away pointedly. This only made Levi more concerned and curious, and he knew a pull at his heart for Eren's sister. "If she worries about you all the time, maybe stop doing shit that worries her?"

"Everything worries her," said Eren, resentfully. He blushed, but still wouldn't look up. Knowing not to push it but considering his point made, Levi walked over to Eren and kissed him on the top of the head. Eren looked up, still rather red in the face, and Levi kissed him on the lips. The timer on his phone went off, and he withdrew.

He removed the infuser from the pot and poured the tea into two mugs, which he carried into the living room. Eren slid off the barstool and fell onto the couch again. Levi sat down beside him, and he immediately forced himself under his arm and curled up against his chest. "Oi, be careful," reproached Levi, though it was weirdly sweet, and the contact felt good. He handed Eren his mug, which he took in both hands and sipped from. "Good?" Eren looked up at Levi with wide eyes, lips still pressed to the rim of the mug.

"Mmhmm." Levi tucked a strand of Eren's hair behind his ear.

"How did you learn you could suck dick like that?" he asked next, rather bluntly. However, Eren appreciated the question and smirked as he drank more tea.

"I fucked up my gag reflex when I was a kid."

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"Someone dared me to eat grass and a piece got stuck in my throat for like, three days. It was never the same after that." Levi just took a sip of tea rather than reply, because really, what the fuck do you even say to something like that? However, Eren, excited by his interest, pressed on. "Seriously! My friend Armin saw the whole thing-"

"-and he's still friends with you?"

"Best friends," said Eren, robustly, and it was easy for Levi to imagine him as a grubby little kid covered in dirt and bruises and carrying any number of diseases. This Armin must be brave. "He's always there for me."

"Mm, with a crash mat?" Eren smiled against the rim of his mug.

"Yeah pretty much."

"That's okay for some," said Levi, "but my MO tends to be 'I'm not calling 911 because you won't learn anything if I do.'" 'And because Kenny said you never call the cops,' he remembered, suddenly, but then Eren continued,

"That's how my other friends are." A few memories surfaced, but in Levi's presence, they were far enough away he could ignore them, and fuck if that didn't feel good.

"These are friends from growing up?" asked Levi, drinking more tea.

"Only Armin and my sister. Everyone else I know from middle school." Levi nodded, Eren's energy lapping over him like small lake waves. He wondered what type of people Eren's friends were, how he behaved around them and what he forced them to put up with. "Did you read all those books?" Eren asked, suddenly, pointing at the shelves.

"No, I just thought they'd look nice on my walls." Eren shot him an annoyed look, but then smiled his close lipped smile.

"Armin reads a lot too."

"Yeah? Do you like to read? You like stories, right?"

"I like when you tell them." Eren rubbed the side of his face against Levi's chest, and he rolled his eyes.

"Right, but you didn't tell me, was all that shit just a ploy to hook up with me or are you actually interested?"

"I'm actually interested!" replied Eren, rather defensively.

"You really are kind of a sick fuck, aren't you?" asked Levi, not accusing, just observing something that was demonstrably true. Eren shrugged.

"My friends all say that too." He kissed softly up Levi's chest, along his collar bone, towards his neck, until Levi seized a fistfull of his hair to hold him back.

"Relax," he said, just sharply enough to make Eren think of arguing to see what would happen. However, this felt good and the tea Levi made for him was soothing, so instead he just lay against his chest and closed his eyes, and Levi let go of his hair to rub up and down his back and shoulders. They sat in silence for a long time, finishing their tea, and Eren might have actually fallen asleep, he wasn't sure, until eventually, the timer on Levi's phone went off, meaning their clothes were dry. "Get up," said Levi, gently, and Eren shifted reluctantly, rubbing his eyes with his hand balled into a fist. "You're so warm," Levi observed, noting with distaste how hot and flushed those parts of his body that had been in contact with Eren had become.

"Yeah," he replied, stretching and watching Levi get off the couch to retrieve their clothes. "People ask if I have a fever and I'm like 'no, my body just does that.' Armin says I'm like a space heater."

Levi smiled softly to himself as he listened to Eren's chatter. However, when he returned to the living room, all he said was, "Here, get dressed and be out, I've got shit to do." He tossed Eren his clothes.

"You said you didn't have work today," Eren muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing." Eren stripped off the sweatpants and got dressed with good grace, his clothes warm and dry and smelling gloriously like Levi, who he knew was watching him. "Can we hang out again soon?"

"We can," replied Levi, without thinking, watching Eren pulling his hair back into a bun.

"Can I sleep over next time?" he asked, his chest swelling visibly with excitement.

"You've got balls, Jesus Christ…" Levi stared into his eager face, and though the current was still calm, he could see and feel the beginnings of another tidal wave, another small spark that'd soon erupt into a wildfire. "Let me think about it," he said, quietly, and it was clear from Eren's expression he thought he'd get what he wanted. Levi reached out and hooked his fingers into one of Eren's belt loops to pull him forward. "Let me think about it," he repeated, though his desire was quickly winning out against any self restraint. Eren just kissed him on the lips, but lightly, teasingly, not at all what he would have expected but even more exciting for it. 'You are, to reiterate, fucked.' "I'll text you my schedule or something." Eren kissed him one more time, then pulled away to get his phone. He actually replied to Mikasa under Levi's watchful eye, then gathered the rest of his stuff.

Where are you?

out

on my way home now

don't worry

Levi walked him to the door and they exchanged one last hug and kiss over the threshold. "Text me the second you know your schedule," Eren commanded, and Levi rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"I'll see you soon." Eren gave him one last smile before putting his headphones on and disappearing down the hallway.

Levi sighed heavily as the door fell closed, his mind and body feeling wrung out. He pressed the heel of his hand between his eyes for a moment, then crossed the room to pick up his phone. Hange had, of course, replied.

How'd it go~?

Not bad

Oh~?~?~?

Yeah

Definitely not bad

That's one way to put it, Levi!

What do you all think? Would Eren bring this out of you too? It's an interesting question.

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