A/N: I return after a year bearing smut. Recommending listening for this chapter is the song Can't Delete You by Joey Gatto.
It's not a long walk back to Levi's apartment; it's strange making the walk with someone other than himself.
Eren is tightly wound, not in the sense of being high strung, but because he seems to be full to the brim with energy that he's barely able to contain within himself.
Kind of like a bomb
on the brink of detonation.
And Levi's already confused about him because on the one hand he hasn't stopped talking animatedly about his life: he's a junior in college majoring in chemical engineering, his best friends are Armin and Mikasa (Mikasa is technically an adoptive sister), he hates some horse-faced kid named Jean, blah blah blah
Levi is bored to fucking death. He wants to punch a wall or shoot someone, very literally.
But then Eren seems to get the hint that Levi isn't in a talking mood, and he stops walking. It takes Levi a few steps to realize Eren is no longer at his side, and he glances back questioningly at where Eren has stopped. Eren just stands there, with those stupid green eyes poring over Levi's frame, his lips parted slightly in the way those stupid models do to pout, but on him it looks
so, so
appetizing.
And then he starts walking again, letting his hands brush against Levi's arm when they are side by side once more, and Levi really can't help the goosebumps.
So on the other hand, this kid knows exactly how to get Levi's attention which means his annoying blabbing is entirely intentional. He stays quiet for the rest of the walk.
It's a relief when they finally get to Levi's apartment building. Part of him wants to pounce on Eren as soon as they get into the elevator, but a greater part, probably 78% of him, wants to let the tension build inside both of them.
They stick to opposite corners of the elevator.
Around floor 12, Eren says, "I want to know more about how you're dangerous."
Levi is immediately surprised and hopelessly aroused. What he wouldn't give to jam the elevator, press Eren into a corner and suck a bruise into his neck, maybe even let a little blood drip out, adding more colors to the already beautiful painting of tan, gold, blue, and green.
Instead, he just replies, "You only have to wait 13 more floors to find out."
When they finally make it through his door, his heart feels so tense he wonders if he's short of breath. But he plays it cool, taking his time toeing off his shoes and hanging up his keys, and so does Eren.
"Wow, you have a sick place. How much do you even have to make for a view like this?!"
"I work in consulting."
It's kinda sorta not a complete lie. Truth be told, Levi isn't actually wealthy. He's only been in this city for a month now, and Erwin just happened to put him up in a high-rise on the more luxurious side of things.
Eren's now at the floor-to-ceiling window, peering down 25 stories to the distant ground in wonder. Levi approaches him from behind, stops next to him, looks over at him.
"Want me to fuck you right here against this window, let everyone see us?"
Levi lied in the previous chapter; he actually is an exhibitionist.
Eren splits into a slow, wide smile, his teeth distractingly straight. "I like the way you think," he says, turning to Levi and taking his face in his hands.
They start kissing, lips engaging in a strange rubbing dance against each other. It takes them a few seconds to find rhythm with each other, and like always Levi has the irrational fear that he's somehow forgotten how to make out.
Shut the fuck up Levi, you're doing fine.
He intensifies the kiss, nipping a little at Eren's lips, enjoying how soft they are and how rough the barely-there stubble around them is. He winds his fingers through Eren's hair and realizes that it's actually long enough in the back to cover the nape of his neck, and just a little shorter in the front. Perfectly shaggy like a Disney prince or some shit. Levi hates how great this bar-find is turning out to be.
Eren starts removing his own clothes in the dark and tossing them in various directions until he's left in just his boxers, illuminated by city lights.
It physically pains Levi to have to resist picking the strewn garments up, folding them, and disciplining Eren, but he forces himself to focus instead on the deliciously long physique in front of him.
They resume kissing while Eren reaches around to strip Levi.
A jacket.
A shirt.
Pants.
The tiniest pair of men's briefs Eren has ever seen.
"God that's hot" he says, appraising a now naked Levi. "You have perfect abs and you basically wear panties god fucking dammit."
Wordlessly, he pushes Levi up against the glass and falls to his knees, takes his length into his mouth.
Eren's good, bobbing up and down as far as he can go, paying his balls attention. Levi feels himself swelling in Eren's mouth and decides he wants to edge a little. When Eren feels Levi becoming slightly less hard in his mouth, he looks up questioningly. Levi grabs ahold of Eren's head and thrusts into his mouth a few times in answer. Eren gets it then, as Levi grows hard again, and they continue like this for longer than Levi can remember ever receiving a blow job. He doesn't want to come yet though, so he pulls Eren up by the shoulders and kisses him hard, grabbing his ass.
"Mmm sit on my face, sit on my face." Levi mutters, laying down on the wood floor he knows he vacuumed and swept this morning. It's not comfortable on his back but he doesn't want it to be.
"Fuck," Eren curses in obvious thrill as he lowers himself over Levi and holds up his cock out of Levi's face, staring down at him all the while.
Levi licks Eren's asshole while looking into his eyes and
It's too hot.
He takes a break with his mouth to finger him, makes space with his fingers to plunge in his tongue, tongue fucks him, Eren is delirious with pleasure at this point, gyrating his hips slowly, almost riding Levi's face. Levi could do this forever honestly, but he has more to do here. He stops and Eren stands up, holding out a hand to help Levi up.
"Hands against the window," Levi tells an obliging Eren, slipping a condom on himself.
"You feel ready?" he asks. Eren nods firmly and Levi pushes in without further preamble. It's tight and warm and everything sex should be and they rock together for a few minutes.
It's not good.
Levi needs more and he thinks he knows the problem. He pulls out and Eren turns around to see what's wrong. He doesn't get a warning before he's lifted up against the glass window and wraps his legs around Levi on instinct.
Levi plunges in again and Eren throws his head back. "Fuck you're strong," he groans and this is true but Levi is also using the friction of Eren's back against the glass to carry some of the weight.
He gets to see Eren now and it's better than good. The pace is hard and fast and he finds a spot on Eren's neck to bite into, "accidentally" biting hard enough to draw blood.
He swipes a measly drop with his tongue and the blood is gone instantly.
After some point Levi tires because while he is strong, he's not an ox. He let's Eren put his feet down and carry his own weight.
Eren's ass probably looks funny plastered against the wall.
He keeps thrusting and Eren keeps meeting him, at this point it's mindless and desperate, they both shake with the power of exhaustion and impending orgasm.
Eren looks at Levi for a moment and his mouth falls open. Levi can't help it he
grabs Eren's chin and spits into his mouth.
He doesn't expect Eren to immediately clench down on his cock and come all over their abdomens in response.
Levi lasts a few more pumps and comes into the condom off the look on Eren's blissed-out face. They stay wrapped up together, barely able to stand, neither looking at or away from each other. As far as sex goes, that was pretty great by Levi's standards, and if their unmoving sweatiness is anything to go by, Eren feels the same way.
The silence is punctuated by staggered inhales and exhales.
Finally, Eren seems to regain his composure, and he looks down at Levi. "You don't seem like the kind of guy who lets his one night stands stay the night."
Levi's lips quirk up in a half smile. "Yeah, that's pretty accurate."
Eren grins deviously. "Well, I'm not the kind of guy most people can manage to kick out after sex."
"What are you gonna do, force yourself into my bed?" Levi likes his, he realizes, he likes bantering with Eren.
For the second time that night, Eren responds silently by lowering himself in front of Levi's cock. He takes it into his mouth despite how soft it is post-orgasm, moans around it, eats it. Levi can't believe he's getting hard again so soon, but here they are.
He doesn't edge this time, he gets painfully hard and comes into Eren's mouth. Eren keeps the come on the surface, spreads it on his lips with his tongue like he's enjoying a cream sundae, finally swallows it. Levi thinks he wouldn't mind quitting his job, locking Eren in his apartment and debauching him for at least another month.
Eren wins and Levi takes him to his bed, gets him off, and cleans them up with a towel. Sometime later they're cuddling (how did Eren become the big spoon?), and Levi muses aloud
"So guys let you stay the night because you give good puppy dog eyes and good head?"
Eren snickers. "I am a man of many charms."
It falls silent and Levi thinks Eren has fallen asleep, but then he speaks again. "God, my friends are not going to believe this."
"Why, do you usually have trouble getting laid?"
Eren is indignant. "No! But I mean, this mysterious, hot, rich guy who says he's a consultant but seems more like a mafia boss gives you the filthy fuck of a lifetime? That's the kind of juicy tea you gush over with your friends."
Levi doesn't respond because he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't need to know about how good he was, what Eren's friends are like, none of that. As he hears Eren's breathing even out behind him, he runs over his schedule for tomorrow in his head.
No early morning kills, that's good at least.
He does have a meeting with Erwin though so he should still get Eren out of his house sooner rather than later.
There's so much to clean.
Will he even get sleep tonight having to share a bed?
He should have told Eren to scram instead of letting him stay.
Well, he'll just have to make a swift and clean break in communication tomorrow morning.
Yes.
Levi wakes up the next morning and finds the space next to him empty. Did Eren sneak out to avoid the awkward morning after encounter? Well that's good, they're on the same page then.
But then he hears sizzling and groans. Slings on sweatpants and trods out to the kitchen. Eren is standing at the stove, fully dressed. He hears Levi and turns around, smiles.
Levi has to admit, it's a really great smile.
"I'm making omelettes! People don't usually guess this about me, but I'm actually a good cook."
Levi is annoyed. If Eren's going to go do unnecessary, nice things like make him breakfast, Levi will feel like a shitter person when he inevitably shoos him out of his life. This is too… domestic. Levi doesn't do that. He fucks dirty and moves on, unless there's an opportunity for more fucking. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.
"Thanks, you really didn't have to do this."
Eren's facing the stove again. "It's okay, I really don't mind. I just need a spatula to flip this omelette now." He opens the kitchen drawer and Levi sees it coming an instant beforehand.
If there was an analog clock in this apartment, Levi would be able to hear it ticking right now, it's so quiet.
Slowly, Eren turns around to face Levi, his eyes wide and faintly fearful.
"Um, why is there a gun in your kitchen drawer?"
A/N: I'm going to try to update regularly for the next month, but I can't make any promises. As always, reviews are loved 3