Guys … This was so difficult because I realised that a) I don't know how to write smut and b) I don't know how to sex from Dom POV at all lol. If anyone has any tips on that, I'd love to hear them. But I am excited anyway to improve my erotic writing :)

WARNING: LEMONS! This chapter reminds me why I originally wanted to call this story 50 Shades of Levi … Except without the manipulation and abuse disguised as romance. Basically, this story is about the importance of consent, and what goes wrong when it's not fully respected. So I encourage you not to use either Levi OR Eren's behaviours as some sort of BDSM handbook. My characters are not meant to be perfect, and hopefully that'll be clearer in later chapters. But for now I don't want to mislead anyone, except the characters themselves ;) Some of the terms I used here is one by Jay Wiseman, in a book called "SM101: A realistic Introduction." I can't link, but it's on a website called greenerypress. The Contract itself is part of one by Photored on Angelfire.

Also SPOILER ALERT for the manga. Just vaguely.

Thanks for reading and please drop a review!

9. Contract

~Levi~

This was hell. Well, a week and a half ago it might really have been. But a half-ass cleaning job was nothing compared to my most recent horror. I had a recurring nightmare that I was injured and wasn't there to protect Eren against a horde of titans trying to kidnap him.

Oh, wait. That really happened. That happened like three fucking times.

I don't think I slept a wink the whole time the troops were away dealing with the titan popup mobs. But I had a job, I had others to worry about, and yet my mind could only think about one thing: my own little titan fuck-toy.

It was agony, the waiting. Watching the soldiers march in one by one; deranged, damaged, dead. But I had yet to see Eren. Erwin had filled me in, assured me that humanity's hope was still in the game, but I needed to see it for myself. I had to hear him, feel him, taste him to know for certain that he really had come back alive. I needed to know I wouldn't just wake up into the same old nightmare.

It took all my self-restraint to resist throwing myself at him right there in front of everyone as soon as I walked in the door. Relief washed over me at seeing his bright face and my heart swelled. It was about the time I was clenching my fist against a furious desire to jump his pants that I realised what was wrong. I gazed around at the others in their seats, who were all shooting looks at Eren, the only one who had risen from his chair to salute me. I narrowed my eyes at him, watching his arm quiver against his chest as a pearl of sweat rolled down his cheek. I stood for a moment, sniffing the air lightly and knowing instantly why he was acting so weird.

They hadn't fucking cleaned the place.

Connie, Hanje and the other guys found their seats, and I took my place at the head of the table. "Well," I said, wiping my hand underneath the table and almost gagging in disgust, "there should have been plenty of time."

Eren smacked himself in the face and I tried not to smile. Instead, I glared around at the others: the stupid, sloppy, shitting-in-their-pants lot of them. These children were the fuckwits that comprised my new squad, and I didn't give a steaming shit about any of them: not Mushroom-head Armin or Horseface Jean, not Sonuva-Titan Springer or Shit-Eater Sasha, or even Queen Christa. Least of all, That Bitch Mikasa. Mikasa: the reason I shattered my fucking ankle and couldn't fight off the female titan in Stohess to save Eren, or slay the two titan-shifter meatheads when they tried to capture Eren, or battle against the hordes of magic motherfucking titans who appeared inside the walls and tried to fucking eat Eren. She was the reason that I was sitting around on my ass while she fought by his side for his protection. Oh boy, I was mad. I was fucking fuming. But over the length of my little endless eternity of waiting for Eren's return, I managed to calm down and remind myself that she was what I would become if my love for the boy strayed me too far from my sanity. If I didn't know when to stop fighting, if I couldn't control my hatred for every single thing that came in between me and him, then someone was gonna get hurt.

I was strong. I was controlled. I knew my course of action. I had known it all along; that was the difference between me and Mikasa. Of course, back in the Forest of Giant Trees I wanted nothing more than to cut that blonde bitch up for stealing Eren away from me, but I remembered what it meant to be a master of self-control and I was flawless in my execution. My mission was to protect Eren, and it was also my promise to myself. I couldn't let anyone else get hurt. Not again.

Well, I just might look the other way if Mikasa got knocked about a bit.

Words came out, plans were made, the word shit was thrown around a bit, and then I dismissed them with an itch under my skin. As they stood up to leave — Hanje giving me two thumbs up and multiple winks as she went — I waited until they were all behind me until I said, "Oi, Eren … weren't you in charge of the cleaning of this shithole?"

I stared at the back wall, smiling as I heard the group inhalation and the pause of ever single soul as they turned to stare at him. I closed my eyes and imagined his face, his brow arched in fear, his body trembling and his fists clenching. He probably gulped.

"Y-yes, sir …"

"Then you stay. Everyone else begin dinner preparations." I stood up, turning to them with my eyes narrowed. "And I'll be around to inspect the state of the kitchen afterwards."

Eren was all I could see, the others did not exist in my field of vision. My fingers dug into the back of my chair as I waited for the room to empty, for the only sounds to be his heavy breathing and my own. It was torture, waiting these few more seconds until the door shut gently and we were alone. Another few moments I waited, studying every detail of the boy in front of me and letting out a sigh of relief.

The current nightmare was over. But this was the rest of my life.

He gazed back at me with wide eyes, before turning them to the floor. "I'm s-sorry about the cleaning, Heichou." Suddenly, he was tugging at the bottom of his shirt and wrenching it over his head. I blinked and then inhaled sharply as his bare upper body was revealed to me in all its tall, tanned, teenage glory. My pulse quickened and I reached out my hand automatically despite him being out of reach, and then just found myself watching as he threw himself onto his knees and began mopping the underside of the table with his shirt. I stepped forward, kind of horrified.

"Eren," I said quickly, and then winced as he jumped up, whacking his head on the table and falling backwards onto the floor. "Eren!"

I ran to him and fell on my knees, lifting him halfway up and finding his eyes spinning as he raised his head and tried to look at me. "Oh, Heichou … so … s-sorry."

"Eren, don't apologise," I groaned, while running my hand over his head and finding hot blood on my fingers. I swallowed, rubbing my fingers together and feeling the warm skin of his body sending my heart into frantic palpitations. I breathed heavily through my mouth, lowering my eyes to his smooth chest and glowing skin, his modest muscles from ODM trimming an otherwise skinny body.

I bit my lip.

He raised a hand and touched my hair. "Sorry, sir … I have one last apology." He dropped his arm and his eyes wearily. "I'm sorry … you told me not to stupidly die out there and I came so close. I came close like three fucking times. But I'm done disobeying you, Heichou." His eyes returned to mine, shiny with tears. "I've been messing up so much. I was too eager to be with you that I forgot … that all I want is to make you happy. I want to do everything I can to make you trust me, and if that means waiting, I'll wait." I was leaning down, rubbing my hands through his soft hair, and pressing my lips against his cheeks and forehead and then his lips. When I pulled back, I found him gazing up at me with a small smile. "I'm done disobeying … Heichou."

I grit my teeth, dragging him up into a sitting position and checking the back of his head. "Good, doesn't need stitches," I muttered, leaning back and holding his face in my hands. "I hope you don't have a concussion, Eren," I said, looking into his glistening eyes. I swallowed nervously. Was I simply horny, or did that shitty little speech just earn my trust?

My chest heaved, clutching him close to me and feeling the heat of his body and the feel of his smooth back send my nerves into a frenzy. His hands climbed through my hair, rubbing over the bristles of my undercut and sending shivers down my spine.

I turned slightly and gazed at his chestnut hair and slender neck. I reached up and pressed my lips lightly to his skin, closing my eyes and wishing to succumb to the beating of his pulse, until that rhythm was all I knew. Here was my proof: he really was alive.

I squeezed him tighter and my voice escaped in a growl. "Eren … I want to fuck you tonight."

He gasped, and I quickly dropped him and jumped to my feet. From the floor he gazed up at me, his mouth hanging open and bare chest rising and falling in desperation.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bunch of papers I had been carrying around with me for half the week. I threw them at him, my heart bursting from my chest, and hastily gave my orders.

"Read these alone and fill out your terms. Come to my room when you're done. Don't be followed." He gazed up at me with those big, innocent eyes, and I breathed heavily through my mouth. I leaned down quickly to take his face roughly in my hand, dropping my eyes to his lips. "And don't keep me waiting … I'm dying to make you scream."

"Dominant's general attitude toward giving pain:
_LIKES _will give _neutral _dislikes _will not give
Quantity of pain the dominant wants to give:
_none _small _average _LARGE"

I sat of the bed, running and rerunning my hands through my hair, reading and rereading the Contract. I'm not sure why I was so nervous. I had done this before. Never with a BDSM virgin, though, and not even with a sex virgin. His copy of the document was blank, so he couldn't see any of my answers or remarks. But for some reason the thing itself seemed unholy, and I felt like he might stomp in here and throw it back at me in disgust. I had to remind myself: he wanted it. He had tried it on with me multiple times, and I had already given him a pleasing sampling of some bondage. I needn't have been worried.

Nevertheless, this was a new direction for our grand declarations and shameless gropings. This agreement wasn't just about sex: it was about a relationship. This would be an official statement declaring us lovers, cementing our claims of devotion and turning all the big talk into promise.

Although I had no intention of beginning anything hardcore his first time, it was still helpful to go through the list. I wanted every line to be as sharp and defined as the edge of my swords. Underage sex was fucked up enough without the possibility of psychological damage in the process.

"Is swallowing semen acceptable? I fucking hope so.
Any chance of switching roles? Absolutely fucking not.
Which of the following sexual acts are unacceptable …
Analingus. Explanation: Well, I'm a clean-freak. What did you expect?
Anal intercourse (submissive to Dominant). Explanation: Undisclosed."

A knock rang out and I jumped to my feet, shoving my papers under the bed. My head swimming, my body burning, I opened the door.

First thing first:

"Did you bathe, like I instructed?"

"Yes, Heichou."

I swallowed. "Did you read the terms?"

His eyes shone brightly as he stared at me. "Yes, sir." He pulled the crumpled papers out of his pocket with a trembling hand.

I snatched them from him and moved to the desk. "Good. Make yourself comfortable while I look over these."

"Um — oh, well … I didn't actually bother ticking every box, you see, I …"

I glared at him, my fist clenching around the documents, all previous emotions suddenly disintegrating. "What do you mean, you didn't bother?"

He gasped, and quickly began spouting his excuses. "I — It's just that — all of it is OK with me, Heichou. Honestly, all of it."

"All of it?" I repeated. I stared dumbstruck at the front page, and wrinkled my brow. How was this possible? What kind of person would be OK with ALL of it?

He nodded fervently. "Yes, I mean it. I want to do whatever you like. It's all up to you."

My eyebrows wrinkled and then raised slowly. I could see my own version of the papers clearly in my mind's eye, and even with all of my experience a lot of my boxes were unchecked. Everyone has boundaries. He was so infuriating. I knew he was a virgin, but he had to have some idea of what he'd like to do. Or, rather, what he didn't dare to try. How else was I supposed to figure out how to make him hit a blinding orgasm while he was bound and gagged?

"Wow … all of it?" I repeated lightly. He nodded again, and I raised my hand to stroke my chin in thought. "Even the nipple clamps?"

"Yes, sure!"

"Even the fisting?"

"Ah, um, yes! Sir!"

"Even the amputation and the forced use of the titan's regeneration abilities?"

His brow wrinkled up in concern. "Um … Yeah, I guess that, too."

My hands clenched further and I shoved the papers furiously back into his chest. He grabbed it, his gaping mouth the last thing I saw before I spun around and crossed my arms. "Get out."

I heard him gasp. "W-what? Heichou …"

I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. "Titan regeneration wasn't on the list, brat. You didn't fucking read it, did you?! And here you come stumbling in here, telling me you want to do it all — Do you even realise how fucking dangerous and stupid that is?"

He looked so fucking pathetic, eyes watering, that I could barely even look at him. I scoffed and turned away.

"Please, Heichou, I'm sorry—"

"Don't give me that," I spat, twisting back around. "Don't fucking apologise to me one more time. You're full of shit, Yeager, aren't you? I see it now. You'd say just about anything to get what you want. You tell me you're ready to start obeying and that you want to earn my trust — pah! How the fuck am I supposed to trust you when you can't even do this? And why — were you just too eager again, was it? You just couldn't wait, is that it? Fucking answer me! Why didn't you just read it?!"

He collapsed onto his knees, his face in his hands. "Heichou — I just — I don't know what half of this means!" he yelled. He raised his head, panting, and picked up the scraps of paper, flipping through them. "Mummification … Nose torture … Consensual non-consensuality? I don't even know where to begin …"

"So … what?" I asked, pursing my lips. "That's even worse, you idiot. What was your plan here? I was going to read over your half of the papers and then together we'd compare them and reach an agreement. Anything you didn't understand, I could have just sat down and explained to you. The whole point of this is communication, Eren."

"But I don't want to talk about it," he moaned. "I don't want to fill out a form about it. I just want you to show me, Heichou. This is all new to me, so how do I know what I like if I've never tried it? I just thought if … if Heichou showed me what he liked to do, then I'm sure I would enjoy just making him happy."

I opened my mouth, but found myself swallowing my words along with most of my anger. I sighed, rubbing my face wearily, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "But …" I began, and paused for a long time. I shook my head eventually. "Oh, forget it."

Maybe this was all a bad idea after all.

He looked up at me, and clambered up to sit beside me on the bed. "What is it, Heichou?"

I turned to look at him, his big turquoise eyes poring into my soul. I frowned, averting my gaze. "My name is Levi, kid. You can call me by my name."

He paused, swallowing nervously. "Levi …?"

It's funny how just my name on his lips made my heart feel a little lighter. I took his hand from his lap and shook it. His brow was furrowed up adorably in confusion.

I smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you. You don't have to be so formal, you know. If we start doing this for real I'd like you to know that we're equals. When we're alone together I'm not your Heichou — not your superior — just your lover." I looked up thoughtfully. "But if we were, I dunno, enacting a scene where you were a student and I your teacher, you could call me Sensei. Similarly, if our military statuses were part of a scene then you could call me Heichou, or sir, or whatever. But in normal circumstances, you don't have to use my title like that."

His eyes widened, looking down with a shy smile. "OK … Levi-sama." I found myself grinning slightly as my tummy erupted with little butterflies, and suddenly felt like burying my face in the blankets. He turned, blinking at the floor, and reached to pick the papers up and attempted to straighten them out in his lap. He continued on a little shakily. "But, uh, what do you mean by scenes, exactly?"

"Oh, right … a scene is the name we give the allotted time of our sexual activities." I looked down at the Contract, and pointed to the bottom of the first page. "You see here? It lists some different types of scenes … Master/slave, captive, servant/butler, et cetera. During the scene I'm the Dom and you're the sub. I exercise control, and you give it up. But outside a scene, we can act like any other couple." I glanced back over at him, swallowing nervously. "That is … if you decide to sign that contract."

I watched his face as he stared at it, his eyes fixed in place.

Worms writhed in my stomach. "You really don't know anything, do you?" He shook his head, and I sighed. "Then I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrust this on you all so suddenly." I reached out to take the papers from him, but he whipped them back out of reach.

"Wait!"

Dumbstruck, I stared at him with my arm still outstretched, as he bowed his head slightly and brought the Agreement back into my view. "I do know some stuff. This one … and this, too …"

I looked at where his finger was pointing on the page, and smiled. "What? You'd better say it aloud, Eren … I don't think you're ready to do it if you can't even say the words."

His face turned red and his bow got so low that his chin hit his chest. "Are you teasing me now, Heichou? I mean … Levi?"

I smiled wider, kneeling up closer to him and taking his face in one hand "Maybe. I'll admit, I enjoy teasing." I leaned in and nibbled his earlobe, making his head shoot up and a gasp escape him. "But the question is … do you enjoy being teased?"

He stared at me, chest heaving, and clutched the papers tightly.

"Forget the Contract for now," I murmured. "Since you're a virgin I think we should start vanilla anyway. Tell me — what would you like me to do?"

I stroked his hair, my other hand travelling down his chest and pulling at the strings of his shirt. He choked on his words, and I watched with growing desire as his face turned redder and redder. I gripped his chin and turned his face to mine, and suddenly his eyes looked up at met mine with fiery passion. "I want you to fuck me, sir," he stated breathlessly. "I mean, Levi!"

Breathing was hard. My voice was strained with barely concealed lust when I spoke. "You want me to suck you off and then fuck your ass, Eren?" I asked quietly.

His eyes were wider than ever, and he just nodded. I stood up abruptly, rushing to the desk. I took out a fresh piece of paper, dipped my nib in ink, and scribbled out a new Contract.

In testament by signature below, we the undersigned BDSM Scene Participants agree to the terms and limitations established by this Contract.

Fellatio (Dominant to submissive)
Anal intercourse (Dominant to submissive)

The Participants do hereby certify that this Agreement is being executed by their own free will without promise, threat or coercion in any form.

Dominant's signature:_

Submissive's signature:_

I stared at this, promising to burn it once Eren turned sixteen. Not that it was legally binding, but I hoped that for now, at least, it might slightly reduce my sentence if we were discovered. Trying not to think about it, I signed my named quickly.

I beckoned him over and he wobbled towards me. As he read it and shakily took the pen, I walked slowly to the bed in an attempt to give him the space he needed to make his mind up. He wasn't an adult, but I trusted him to be capable of making his own decisions. Fifteen was practically of age anyway, or close enough. I wasn't a bad person. I wasn't really doing anything wrong. He was old enough to understand, and to comply with full awareness of all outcomes and consequences.

I frowned, turning around and watching him from behind. He scratched his name in childish handwriting, but all I saw was him wilfully handing over his body to me.

I was on him in the same instant that the pen fell out of his hand. I came up behind him, pushing him roughly into the desk so that he fell forwards and dropped his hands to the mahogany surface with a gasp. I gripped his hair in one hand, pulling his head back and lifting my mouth to his ear.

"You know what those big words mean, don't you, Eren?" I whispered, feeling his trembling skin against my lips and inhaling the delicious distress. "Signing this means you belong to me. As of right now, no one else can lay a hand on you like this. You're mine, and I'm yours. Understood?"

He nodded vigorously, his eyes scrunching shut as one of my hands travelled down his arm to link my fingers in between his, holding him down. "Good," I crooned, pressing my hips against his ass and making him shudder and groan. The sound was like an angel or a demon singing in my soul. He turned his head searchingly, but my lips were too busy kissing his tanned neck, sucking in places where I wished to devour the young, soft skin and hear him gasp and moan even more. My desire was growing tenfold by the second, and I gripped him close to me as his body shook. "Now … usually I would prefer to keep some of my clothes on, but since it's your first time I'm willing to make a few exceptions. I want to make you as comfortable as possible. You're nervous, right?"

His fingers clenched and unclenched around mine. "No, sir," he replied breathlessly.

I laughed a little and wrapped one arm around his waist, hugging his back tightly to my front. "Oh, really?" I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and wrenched it out of his pants, tracing the line of his belt with the tips of my fingers and feeling the dips in between his stomach and his hipbones. His legs almost buckled from that slightest touch. He bowed his head deep, breaths coming in gasps. I felt the motion of his hips grinding against the table with a thrill and followed it with my own, feeling the heat swelling in my dick as I found the cleft of his ass cheeks. My arousal against fabric was tight and hot, and I revelled in the restraint and the thrill that now I could finally release it.

But — not yet. It was so much more fun to tease it out.

Elated by my authority, I smiled into the young boy's shoulder, running my hand up the thin trail of hair that led up his stomach, and then further explored the toned abs and chest I had been so indecently exposed to earlier. "You belong to me now," I repeated in a dark whisper. "Your body, your mind, they're all mine. And I decide what I get to do with you." His skin was glowing warm, his hand tightly clutching onto my fingers like a child gripping a parent's hand for support. "I mean, within the limitations of the Agreement you just signed. But just humour me. I'll do what I want with you, Eren."

"Y-yes, sir," he said, and I pulled his head around and kissed his lips. I reached down, running my hand up his thigh and feeling him shudder and shake. The way he moaned into my mouth when I glimpsed over his crotch with carelessly light fingers drove me right to the brink. With a throaty growl, I dragged him to the bed.

I fell down into a sitting position, grabbing his knees and pulling him into my excited lap. Our eyes met as he cautiously straddled my hips, and I ripped my shirt off and threw it onto the floor. His eyes dropped to my chest, his lips parting slightly and his whole face growing red. He traced my shoulders with delicate fingers and I felt electricity tremor between my skin and his touch. I needed that shock, that heat. I grabbed his hips and pushed them down further still, and ran my thumbs along the small of his back, teasing the boundary between skin and denim, before grabbing the bottom of his shirt and wrenching it over his head.

I grabbed his two hands and forced them behind his back, using one hand to secure them there and the other to run all over his body wherever I pleased. I studied every line and angle, tracing his ribcage and his spine, and separating my lips from his skin only to observe him with his head down, hair hanging down into his eyes, cheeks flushed and eyelids flickering.

"Ohh … Levi …" he mumbled, as I began to grin. His eyes were on my lips but I wanted him to wait, to make him desperate first. I wanted him to beg me for it.

I really loved to touch the boy, his body was not only beautiful but perfect in my eyes, like a golden statue that melted at my fingertips. Despite the lean muscles of a soldier, Eren's body was still slim and boyish. I felt the age gap like a canyon between us once again, the physical differences so obvious between our bodies. But just this once I ignored my self-loathing and allowed myself the pleasure of the unashamed and unadulterated truth: I loved his young, lithe frame and his timid touches. I loved those innocent, glittering gemstone eyes and chaste, petal-pink lips. I loved that I'd be the first person to see his face hot, flushed, and screaming in ecstasy.

And I think that was just it: I loved him.

There was no turning back now. No time for shame or dissonance or excuses. This idiotic, inexperienced, incessantly inviting young boy was going to become my lover. I was going to make him mine. It didn't matter that he was too young, it didn't matter that we were breaking laws, it didn't even matter how sloppy his cleaning was. Despite its subversive, perverted, and dirty nature … it could still be called love, couldn't it? I couldn't continue to wonder, I had to decide for myself right now to put an end to my guilt. Now, it could only be true and pure and passionate … because that was all I could do to convince myself I wasn't a monster.

So, instead, I was a hopeless romantic fool.

Yeah … I was a fool in love.

I pulled him closer and sucked on his neck, wishing to mark my slave and stain his unsullied skin. As I drew my teeth along his throat, he threw his head back and made a low noise in his chest, the combined sight and sound of which sent a throb through my organ. I could tell he felt it because he instantly let out another little unintentional gasp and hesitantly grinded his hips against me. He was more reluctant than usual, maybe after me chastising him so often whenever he tried to lead. It was better off like this: I didn't approve of him topping from the bottom, and he might as well learn that now.

I made a quick move and took his face in my hand, entwining my fingers tightly in his hair. "Look at me," I ordered, and his eyes immediately flew open, searching mine eagerly. In the same instant I felt his body perk up, awaiting further instruction, his form sinking into me. My demand got him all worked up: his green eyes were wide and wild.

My heart beat hard and fast in my chest and I could barely contain my grin, for all the ideas of things I could do with this boy. My Eren, my love, my uke.

I could barely control the desire I felt to feel the warmth of his insides, to push his face into the pillow as I rode my dick into his tight, untrained body and watch how he enjoyed giving up his control to me. I took his face in my hand and rubbed my thumb over his cheek as his eyelids fluttered and fell, his face leaning against my hand. I breathed heavily, feeling the weight of his legs on mine and the pulse of his excited dick on my thigh. I grabbed his legs and squeezed his flesh from knees to the crease of his hips, as his head dropped onto my shoulder and his breathing picked up pace.

I trailed my kisses down his jaw, his neck, his collarbones as his chest began to heave and he moaned into my ear. His fingers climbed up through my hair and tugged as he brushed his open lips on my skin, frantically, helplessly, wherever he could reach. Finally I reached my hand around his throat and kissed him roughly on the mouth.

He responded gratefully, returning the kiss with fervour. He felt it against his leg once more, and then one dainty hand found its way to my crotch. He was clinging on to me so desperately, kissing wildly with a half-distracted mouth, and I opened my eyes as our lips broke contact to see his face pink and eyes glinting as we looked at each other. I tightened my grip on his neck and spun him around, pinning him down on the bed with his arms outstretched. He gasped loudly, his back arching off the sheets. My fingers laced between his, pushing myself up off him and straddling his hips as I looked down on his shrinking, slavish form. I took one hand and held it beneath him, running my fingers along his spine, making my way down his front with kisses all along his abdomen. His whole body rose and fell with each breath, and his free arm flew to his head to cover his face.

I jumped up, kneeling powerfully over his chest and pulling his arms away. "Don't hide your face, Eren," I said, my voice drowning with the anticipation. He met my eyes with glimmering emeralds, and I grinned at the proximity of my pulsating dick to his little face. His trembling fingers lowered to his mouth to mask his moans, but I pulled them away too and kissed him, chewing gently on his lips before moving away. "I want to see and hear you when you're writhing and wailing under me," I murmured. "So don't hold back."

"Ah —" he gasped, and I smiled as I lowered myself slowly down his body once more, carefully unzipping his jeans and tugging them down, my heart racing as I saw his underwear tightened against their containment and a wet stain of precum. My dick pulsed furiously, and I ripped the jeans fully off, hearing him gasping and gulping for air. I slowly brought myself up to kiss and nibble his thighs as I gently peeled his boxers back, freeing his erection. I watched it twitch and bit my lip, caressing the dark hairs above it and stroking his balls slowly as his dick bobbed from the blood pumping through it.

"Ngh … H-Heichou …" he groaned, and I looked up. I reached for his dick and held it at the base, teasing him relentlessly. His arm covered his mouth, and he cried unintelligible things. "L-Levi …"

"What is it, Eren?" He shook his head, his hands clenching up into the sheets as he thrust his hips gently, desperately into my slack hand. I tightened my grip, moving my fingers further up and dancing on the smooth skin of the shaft. "What do you want, Eren? … Beg me."

He scrunched his eyes up, gasping and gurgling with pent-up steam. "Please, Levi … Put it … in …"

I smiled, and looked down at his swollen dick, the tip an innocent, untouched pink. I got into position, kneeling on either side of his legs, and pushed his dick down so it lay on his stomach. I listened to him pant as I licked the bulging cock, pressing my tongue flat against it and dragging it up all the way to the tip. His legs shook beneath me, and I lay a soothing hand on his thigh and massaged in between his legs. I wet his penis all around with my tongue before training my eyes on his face and wrapping my lips around the pink skin and sucking hard, pulling in my cheeks and tightening right around the head, before pulling it back out of my mouth with a wet pop.

"Ah — ah — ah —"

His breaths were coming in fast, and I watched him writhe and bite down on his hand. When I paused, suddenly fearing an explosion of titan steam, he raised his head and looked down on me. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip, meeting his eyes with building lust as I grabbed the foreskin and pulled it tight over the head as I inserted my tongue into the slit.

"Ah — oh, fuck!"

He threw his head back, not before I caught a glimpse of his agonised face. I continued moving my hand up and down the head, fast, and listening to the beautiful symphony of sounds it drew from his breath. Growling, I wrapped my mouth around it again, moaning along with him as my own member responded to the music and the sensations of his body.

I sucked harder, inserting his whole dick into my mouth and pulling it in and out more quickly, then covering my teeth with my lips and pushing my nose as close as I could to his stomach as his tip rubbed hard against the roof of my mouth and then into the soft, wet tissue of my throat.

"Oh — my — NRGH!" he wailed, suddenly clutching a handful of my hair. I grabbed his hand, making sure he didn't try anything stupid, and interlaced my fingers with his. I used my other hand to jerk him off, licking his balls and furious red tip as his legs began to convulse beneath me. I sat up slightly, watching his scarlet face gnarled up in ecstasy, and wondered if I should let him come or not.

"Please … sir … Levi …" he moaned, each word emitted as a gasp, and I began working my arm faster, a sadistic smile growing across my cheeks as I watched him writhe in turmoil beneath me. But suddenly, he pulled away, and came forward to me on his knees. "Please … may I try?"

I blinked as his hands groped my shoulders and chest, as he began kissing my skin and sending waves of heat into my already solid cock. I leaned down and took his face in my hand, kissing him hard on the mouth and he threw his arms around my neck. We had both begun to sweat and our bodies seemed to radiate heat as they met, making every slight touch and every glimpse of skin a magnitude of sensations that boiled in the blood and burned their way into my loins. He began to press his lips against my neck, and his unpractised hand landed in my crotch again, pushing his palm into the bulge in my trousers and making sparks fly in my mind.

"Please, may I try?" he repeated, and he looked up into my eyes with his bright green ones wider than I had ever seen them.

"Um … well, it wasn't in the Contract," I mumbled, but was already unbuttoning myself and kissing him eagerly. I took his throat in my hand and kissed him hard, feeling him quivering on my lips as I pulled him closer. I pulled back, growling slightly. "Get on your knees on the floor."

He scrambled to the ground, sitting in between my legs as I sat up to wrench my trousers and underwear down in one swift movement. His mouth dropped open as my penis was unsheathed, his breaths coming heavy. I bit my lip as I stroked his hair, leaning down and pulling his head up to meet my eyes. He reached his hands up timidly to lay on my thighs, and I kissed him with earnest as I took in the image of him finally on his knees in front of me, naked, his dick still hard between his legs as his frame bent over to bring his eyes to his duty.

He touched it with his hands, making me wince with the deprivation, as he examined it all over. "Uwah … so big …" I watched him take his first taste, licking the tip like an ice-cream, and then closing his mouth around it.

"Mm …" I moaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes as I felt the relief of his warm mouth around my rock hard cock. I took a handful of his hair and stroked it, wishing I could be a little more aggressive and thrust deep into his throat until tears streamed down his face. I gasped, my dick pulsing furiously, but I knew I had to be patient. Soon enough we would begin training. This first time was just about getting comfortable. That didn't mean I couldn't enjoy a bit of vanilla.

I opened one eye to watch him, biting my lip and groaning as his face bobbed up and down on me. He caught my eye and stopped, wiping the drool from his mouth onto the back of his hand.

I caressed his pink cheek. "You like sucking dick, Eren?"

He swallowed, nodding earnestly with glistening eyes.

"You dirty fucker," I growled, pulling his head to mine and kissing him again. I inhaled the heat and moisture between us, and pulled back, tracing the shape of his chin and travelling up to shove two of my fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them obediently, closing his eyes and moaning sluttishly, and I swirled my fingers around with his tongue to pick up the saliva. I pulled them out as his opened, a line of spittle trailing behind, and I picked him up and threw him back onto the bed.

I stroked my dick, watching him turn over and shoot me a terrified look. "Now — what do you want to do next?"