Rating: M

This contains malexmale action, you've been warned!

ErenxRivialle

Filler Couples

Note: Yo, so I actually checked for grammar in this chapter, but it's 2am so I can't say all mistakes are gone.

Note 2: Oi, smut is ahead for all you "wait till night" readers.

Chapter 15:

Better Idea

His pencil tapped against his desk with quick, clean movements. Every pound of the pencil put another tick in his brain, his headache increasing. He groaned out loud, dropping his pencil to the ground, and grabbing his temple between his two hands, massaging the side of head.

"Hanji!" He yelled, hearing her distinctive footsteps right outside his door. Whenever she walked she almost seemed to have a spring in her step that let everyone know, who heard, that she was around. He heard the door smack open, banging against the wall and banging back into its doorframe.

"Hey, Levi!" She yelled at a pitch that made him wince.

"Loud. You are too loud." He responded, rubbing his temple again, ignoring her even though he called her in here. He was sure she marked the wall when she threw it open.

"Don't be sour!" She scolded him, walking into the space of Levi's office. Her presence seemed to engulf the room, making herself known. She looked as unprofessional as always. Many who saw her thought she was a bum looking for work, little did they know that she could afford their children's college tuition. Hanji wore simple, dark denim skinny jeans that were tucked into a pair of black boots that Levi was sure she bought at a rummage sale. A faded black Star Wars t-shirt hung off her shoulders, tight around her bust and waist area. She had an attractive body, but her personality didn't match.

Her footsteps pounded against the floor as she went to his bookcase, a hand on her hips, and another hand looking through the books. The bookcase was made of strong, thick wood and held various volumes of books and different works. Levi liked to collect books that he enjoyed. He spent his time reading; it might be the only time he truly found peace and quiet.

"Oh, you are reading a new one! Let's see…" She could tell that was the newest book he'd pulled out by the way it was pushed in farther than the others, which meant he hasn't found a chance to re-organize the shelf. Looking at the cover she nodded along.

"An Atheist Universe… looks interesting. Any good? Or, is that the reason you're annoyed?" Hanji asked.

"Very, but it's not why I'm irritated. It's just these damn numbers." He flipped through a couple more pages of the notebook on his desk before he let out a deep breath, grabbing his head with his left hand as if trying to suck out the headache that was poking at his brain.

"You do the books every month." Hanji pointed out, diverting her attention from the bookcase and, instead, to the man who was complaining. She walked over to his desk, picking up the pencil that had dropped on the ground. Rolling the pencil through her fingers, she poked Levi, causing him to almost growl.

"You know, this is your fault." He finally looked up; her eyes were livid and awake as she stared back.

"Guess who overspent on their trip to Brazil." Hanji's eyes quickly shifted down in an innocent manner.

"It's not my fault?" Even though it was a statement, she said it as a question, seeing if Levi was truly angry with her or not. But, it looked like he hardly cared.

"There was just lot to see! A lot to discover!" She defended herself. She giggled a bit to herself, remembering all the things she spent the money on. One thing was for sure her job was not cheap. She did find a collection of new fabric ideas, so the trip wasn't for nothing.

"Well, should I remind you of what had happened when you went to Amsterdam?" Hanji gulped down empty air and shook her head. It was a silent a few minutes before Hanji began talking again.

"Is that what is actually bothering you?" Hanji knew there was more to this and she had an idea about what exactly it could be. Levi knew she hit the nail right on the head before even speaking. A smirk on Hanji's face began to spread across her face.

"Are you sexually frustrated?" She continued. The idea hadn't actually hit Levi until she asked him. Was he? He wasn't actually sure. Usually, after having sex, or even masturbating, he felt relieved for a time being, but his body felt jolty, impatient. He thought, maybe, it was because the cup of coffee he drank this morning wasn't decaf, so he had more energy coursing through him than usual. But, now, he realized that he might actually be a bit frustrated.

"Yes, I'm sexually frustrated." He spoke louder than usual, as if his mouth had been waiting to get the words out of his head. Hanji nodded in understanding, a spring her step told Levi that she had more energy than usual.

"Then have sex-" The opening of the Levi's office door cut off Hanji. Gunther and Auruo were about to enter when they stopped short after hearing Hanji's last word.
"Are we interrupting something?" Gunther's gruff voice asked quickly, looking a bit embarrassed, his eyes downward, towards his feet. He was holding a couple of folders that seemed to drop a bit in his arms.

"You go boss." Auruo had a half smirk on his face, a sleazy walk in his step. His eyebrows wiggled a bit at his boss. He didn't care if the two were interrupting or not, and simply just walked into the office, closing the door behind him and making his way to Levi's desk.

Levi only rolled his eyes, not truly caring what the others though. He quickly moved onto the bigger picture.

"I told you to both knock and then, maybe, you wouldn't be interrupting something." He pointed out, causing both to avert his gaze. Auruo began to whistle, stepping around the office to keep moving in case they had to run.

"Sorry, boss, but we can make up for it. I brought something for 'ya." Auruo said with a smug smile. Gunther looked quickly over at him.

"You brought? I'm the one who got the information!" Gunther announced, annoyed. He held up the folders that he had been holding in his arms from before. The two fighting boys were to no surprise of Levi and Hanji. Sometimes they acted like best friends, and other times, they looked like they were at each other's throats. Gunther slapped the folders down on Levi's desk, causing Levi's papers on his desk to jump. His headache was only getting worse.

"What is this?" Levi asked, pulling the two of them from their bickering. He opened the black folder that had been put before him. He noticed small notes on the right corner of the folder, but the words were lost on him. Levi flipped open the folder, opening up to dozens of papers in each of the folders pockets. Quickly flipping through the papers, he looked up at Gunther and Auruo.

"Is this…?" Levi couldn't finish his sentence; he was already looking back at the papers, calculating in his head, his eyes dancing across the words and numbers that scattered the pages. Hanji looked over his shoulder, she read a few lines, and with a jump, she squealed in delight.

"Where did you find something like this!?" She yelled with excitement. Her arms flailed out as she started to walk around the room, trying to contain herself but failing.

"I have my sources." Gunther spoke with a gruff smirk. He was proud of himself and he wasn't afraid to show it. Auruo rolled his eyes at his partner, but stayed silent for once. He'd let Gunther have his moment.

"Do you know what this tell us!?" Hanji was boiling over with energy, bouncing around the room, walking from side to side, ideas and realizations confirming everything she had been thinking before.

"Hanji calm down. But, yes, I agree, this tells us what we need know." Levi had pulled the papers out of its folder and was at the moment, flipping through the papers rapidly, each page had a couple sets of numbers on it and a paragraph of gibberish.

But, it was the content of the numbers that peaked Levi and Hanji's interest. Gunther, somehow, had gotten hold of the Titan Corps financial statements. Getting these could prove their suspicions of the Titan's movements and if, in fact, prove of their possible illegal movements.

"And what have you figured?" Levi asked Gunther.

"It's funny, their bank statements don't match their income, tax payments, or their clientele."

"Just like we thought."

"And, it proves that they are making money in a different way." Hanji continued, letting possibilities run through her mind. There were other ways that the company could be making money, however, the money differences between their bank statements and their net worth was too great for it to be from a couple of simple, odd jobs. More was at work here.

"Good work, Gunther. I'll be keeping this to finish the connections and to calculate a final number. Auruo, alert Petra and Erd of what we found. When Erwin returns from his business trip, I'll inform him." He waved his hand to dismiss his fellow co-workers. But, they weren't just "co-workers" to Levi. These people were the only ones that Levi trusted.

"You got it, boss." Auruo responded.

"I'll tell you if anything else comes up." Gunther added, quickly.

The two men left just as quickly as they came, Gunther, proud, and Auruo, bored. Such different boys worked well together under Levi's command. Their opposites were almost bringing them closer. It was interesting how that seemed to happen often.

"This gives us our chance!" Hanji was close to Levi now, reading right behind his shoulder. She was full of joy, her head about to explode in excitement. They have been working on this group for much of three years now, and, now, they realized that they finally might have a lead. It was a relief to them both.

"Hanji! You're late to a meeting!" A male voice rang out behind the closed door. Soon, a loud knocking pounded at the door.

"Hold on, Moblit!" Hanji retaliated, scanning over the papers, gathering all the information she could before she had to leave. The pounding continued, and Moblit continued to plead for his boss.

"Boss! Please!"

"Wait!"

"BOSS!"

"Ok, ok!"

"You're going to give that kid a heart attack someday." Levi pointed out to his subordinate. Hanji just gave a fleeting smile before she made her way to the door, and putting her hand on the doorknob she gave Levi one last piece of advice.

"Hint, you should invite Eren to dinner." With her last words and a wink, she opened the door, showing a panting Moblit, who must have ran to the office. Hanji grabbed him by the arm before he could say anything, and pulled him into the hallway, closing Levi's office door behind her.

Levi looked on with irritancy, a growl coming out of his mouth, cursing the day she found out about their relationship. She'd probably never let it go, and she constantly asked him questions about Eren. She was nosey, but that had always been her nature.

But, she had a point. There was no reason why he couldn't invite him for dinner. Last time they ate dinner, Eren had eaten like he'd never seen a plate full of food before. It defiantly worried Levi. It mattered to him what type of diet his assistant, and partner, was on. He would rather not have him faint on the job or during sex.

He decided he'd go grocery shopping after work, wondering what type of food Eren might like and might not. But Levi was sure that he'd probably invite Eren over more often, so he'll soon learn more about him.

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The doorbell rang, pulling Levi from his cleaning of his kitchen floor. Somehow, his coffee pot overheated, causing coffee to spill from it and to the floor, drenching the white tiles in staining black coffee.

Levi took to it quickly, with a paper towel he soaked up the coffee, and with a wet towel, he tried to get the stain out. Pulling on chemical gloves, he used bleach to get rid of the now brown stain that discolored his tiles. He was trying to scrub it out when Eren rang, and he pulled his attention from the stain.

"Come in!" He yelled towards the door. He would have got it himself if he wasn't busy at the moment. He heard his front door open hesitantly, as if Eren didn't know if he should enter or not.

A noise came to his right, from the pot on the stove as the vegetables gave a scream as the steam was cooking them over.
"Levi?" Eren asked, peeking his head around the corner, and coming onto the scene before him. Levi's white sleeves were rolled up his elbows, as he was on his knees scrubbing the ground. The smell of bleach was mixed with cooking vegetables, making Eren wince. Eren could still smell the perfume on his body from work, creating an unusual scent. The oven was on making the room hot and stuffy.

"Uh, do you need help?" Eren asked, eyebrow rose at Levi's disorganization. Usually his boss was on top of things, but it looked like he was a bit out of it today. Levi looked up with half-lidded eyes, thinking for a quick moment.

"Go take care of the vegetables." He instructed and Eren listened. Grabbing the pot, he took it away from the heat, placing it on another burner. He opened the cabinet that he watched Levi open last time he was here, pulling out two clean white plates with a small blue design on it's trim. Placing it on the counter, he found a wooden spoon next to the sink that he used to stir the white rice in a different pot on the stove.

Eren began to hum a soft song as he took care of the food. It was a little melody his mother used to sing to him before she died. He usually found himself humming or singing it when he was relaxed. After working at the Club, he usually felt exhausted, stressed, but now he was here, the smell of cooking food filling his sinuses, clearing his head.

Eren allowed the rice to steam, pressing down on it to check it's absorbency and realizing it was done. Turning off the fire, he pulled it from the stove, pouring half of the contents of rice onto each of their plates. Following, he poured half the bowl of vegetables, which seemed to be soaked in some sort of soy sauce, milk cream, next to the rice for flavor and taste. The smell of the food overcame the bleach and Eren looked over at Levi who was done scrubbing the floor and was washing out the towel he had been using.

Finishing up the meal, Eren added a small sprinkle of basil and parsley on the top of the rice and vegetables; to give it final boost of flavor and his dish was finished. He turned around; first realizing Levi was standing behind him.

"Oh!" Levi had surprised Eren, causing him to jump slightly, stopping his humming. He put a hand to his heart, feeling his heartbeat racing as he noticed how particularly close Levi was standing.

"That's a nice melody." Levi's comment was nonchalant, but it sent a small shiver through Eren's body.
"Er, thanks." He decided to move away from the older male, picking the plates up and bringing them to the dining room where the table was. A wall separated the kitchen and the dining room. An open doorway connect them together, allowing Eren and Levi to see each other from the separate rooms. The plates were set apart from one another; a wine glass accompanied each plate with a napkin and silverware. Whenever Eren has eaten here, it has been mostly the same set up. It almost became a habit to set the plates where they were.

Eren took his seat, looking at the food in front of him, his mind spurring into motion at the very smell of the savory meal in front of him. He was glad he agreed to this dinner, his stomach was growling and he couldn't wait to dig in. It took him all his willpower to not grab the vegetables with his bare hands and stuff them in his drooling mouth. Levi would probably kick him out if he had.

Levi brought over a champagne bottle and a carton of orange juice, setting it on the table to choose from. He took his seat, tucking the napkin in the front of his shirt and picking up his silverware.

"Where did you learn to cook?" Levi asked after a small silence. The plate before him was decorated nicely, the food looked professionally placed on the plate. The herbs on top seemed to give extra design.

"Me? Oh, no, I suck at cooking. At the Club, I used to have to serve, it was required for me to learn to dress a dish." Levi nodded in understanding. He grabbed at the champagne bottle, pouring himself a glass and setting the bottle back on the table. Eren went to grab at the bottle, but Levi smacked his hand away.

"What was that for!? I'm thirsty." Eren whined. He went for it again and Levi blocked his hand again.

"It might say your are 21 on your resume but we both know that's not true. I'm not having underage drinking in my house." Levi told him, bluntly. Eren's face instantly turned a bit red as he was found out.
"When did you find out?" He opted to grabbing the orange juice, pouring himself a glass. Levi picked up his wine glass, swishing the liquid around a bit before taking a sip and continuing.

"It was obvious from the start. You don't act like an adult with a couple of years on them."

"Really? And, how should I act?" Eren conceded, suddenly interested, not angry. He has never been second-guessed about his age. Everyone he had met had either not asked or believed him.

"By 21, most people have seen too much of the world. Their eyes look more defeated. You have too much hope for a 21 year old." Eren had never thought about it like that before. It was an intriguing notion, one that he'd be sure to keep in mind.

However, a different realization had hit him. Did Levi really see hope in him? Especially, since Eren didn't see hope in himself? He really wasn't sure what hope he could have left.

"So, how old are you actually?" Levi continued, after Eren stayed quiet for a bit too long. Levi went to grab a bite of rice with his silverware, when a thought hit him and he looked straight at Eren.

"You better be 18." He really didn't want a lawsuit on his hands.

"What? Yeah, yeah, I'm older than 18! Actually, I'm 19." He reassured his boss. He poked at his food before scooping up a bit and filling his mouth. The savory flavor coated his tongue, the tangy smell reaching his nose. He couldn't help but give a small grin at the taste. Something about it put him in a good mood.

"That makes you working at the Club, about, say, a year? About two?" Eren looked away shyly, not sure how to answer this exactly. But, he noticed Levi was making an effort to speak to him, create conversation, and he wanted to respond honestly.

"Three." Levi gave him a sharp look. Doing quick math, Levi figures that meant Eren was about 16 when he began working. That's quite young for someone of that occupation. He wanted to ask for more information, to dig a bit, but they were hardly that close for him to have the right to continue his questions. So, he opted to stay quiet instead, filling the air with a comfortable silence.

Levi was alone with his thoughts, mostly about Eren. The child was something of a mystery to him. He was surprising. Levi would expect him to act one way, and instead, find him reacting differently. He was secret about his life, and Levi would respect those boundaries. However, curiosity was eating away at him, even when he tried to push it away.

"So… when did you start working for Erwin?" It was a bit of relief to Levi to hear Eren ask him a question similar to the one's he had asked before. It proved that he wasn't the only one curious, that both of them seemed to want a bit more about their partner.

"Some time ago, but I can't remember how many years exactly."

"Have you always been so close with Erwin?" There was no jealousy in Eren's voice, just a simple question. He had just noticed the calm demeanor between the two of them. Levi let out a simple, short chuckle.

"No, not always. But, we have found it easier to communicate now." It was a tricky question; one that Levi wasn't sure exactly how to answer. But, Eren seemed satisfied with the answer he gave, and, eventually, if they still knew each other, Levi would give a more in depth answer. But, for now, Eren should be satisfied.

Eren knew Levi wasn't one to share about his life too often, so when he got to see the rare sight of a chuckle, he wasn't going to press for anything more. He was slowly figuring out Levi, his habits and conversational skills were just some of them.

The rest of the dinner stayed simple, both of them finding conversation was flowing across the table. It was mostly one sided, Eren talking about college or the meal, and Levi nodding along, or asking a quick question every then and there.

It was peaceful, in a sense. Both, who come from very different backgrounds, different pasts, were easily speaking to each other as if they were the same, equal. Their simple relationship was only growing more complicated. Because, now, there were secrets to be kept and growing late nights. But, neither seemed to mind this little piece of information that was at the back of both their minds, because, they were doing each other a favor, almost. The sex was good, so there really was no harm.

"Before you even open your mouth, you better go brush your teeth." Levi pointed out, digested at the amount of food that coated Eren's teeth. Eren didn't mind much and just gave Levi a toothy grin, making him look away in disgust.

"There's a toothbrush in the bottom right drawer in the bathroom." He made a point to get up from his chair, picking up his dishes, and making his way to the kitchen., as if to tell Eren he wasn't going to speak to him until he did as he was told.

"You got it, boss!" Eren gave a small salute that irritated Levi, and made his way to the bathroom, where he indeed did find a toothbrush. He got rid of the food particles stuck on and in between his teeth until his breath was fresh.

When, he returned, everything was there, except Levi's dishes, so he figured he was expected to clean them up.

"Hey, Levi-" Eren jumped for the third time that night, as Levi showed up right behind him, silent like a cat. His short stature put his head at Eren's chin; however, his build was wider than Eren's. He could feel Levi's breath on his collarbone, the hot air pulsating on his skin.

"Hey…." Eren whispered breathlessly, Levi dangerously close to him.

"Wanna make out?" Levi raised a slight eyebrow at this. He had invited Eren over for this very reason, but he didn't realize that he'd initiate it like so, but he responded by reaching a hand up, grasping the back of his neck, intertwining his fingers through his soft hair, and bringing his head down to his.

The kiss was soft, their lips touching lightly, dancing across each other's mouths, and sending shivers down both their necks. Eren's arm began to snake around Levi's waist, pulling him closer, so that not only their lips touched but, so did their bodies. It was only a short amount of time until their kiss began to get rougher, more passionate. Eren's tongue slid across Levi's bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Levi granted him. Slipping his tongue in between the crack of Levi's mouth, Eren collided with his bosses tongue, feeling the sides of the slippery muscle. Levi responded with the same vigor, his tongue pushing against the young intruder. Eren didn't need to drink alcohol; he was getting drunk right off of the taste on Levi's tongue.

His left hand was slipping into Eren's pants to grope his ass, feeling the tight muscles underneath his jeans contract with every skin-to-skin contact, causing Eren to hiss into the kiss.

The circle of their bruised lips pressed deeper into one another, creating a more passionate feeling, a more brutal kiss that left both of them gasping for breath. Their hot breath was spilling into the other's mouths, their full essence being engulfed.

With quick movements, Levi had unbuckled Eren's belt, and was sending his jeans down his knees and to the floor. Levi's own pants followed, cascading to the ground so that they stood together, a shirt and underwear protecting the rest of their skin.

Levi's tongue slid across Eren's top row of teeth, causing him to shiver, and his muscles to loosen underneath Levi's hands. Eren's fingers danced across the bottom fabric of Levi's shirt, teasing almost until Levi pushed his waist into Eren's, urging him forward. Eren stayed where he was for a few slight movements until he pushed into the demands and swept his hands across his boss's stomach. Every small twist and turn of his body, sent his muscles contorting and tightening, the rough skin underneath Eren's fingertips almost tickling him.

But, it wasn't enough. Eren hooked his ankle around Levi's Achilles heel, using the arm around Levi's waist as support, spun him around, and pushing him lightly against the table. Levi's ass jutted into the table at a painful point, causing him to wince, but the way Eren's crotch seemed to have better contact with his, caused him to forget the pain.

A certain young fellow, who could not keep his fingers off his skin, was feeling up his chest, trying to lay him down onto the table they had just eaten off, but Levi refused to bend backward. Eren pushed harder, Levi refused to go down. Levi unwrapped his tongue from Eren's and pushed his head away slightly, knowing full well what Eren was trying to do.

"Brat." He spat out, looking directly into Eren's half-lidded eyes. They were clouded with ecstasy and passion, but Levi was sure he looked the same way.

"Come on. Help me out a bit?" Eren slightly begged. He gave a slight big, wide puppy dog look that made Levi roll his eyes. He truly acted like a child at times. But, Levi gave, allowing Eren to push him onto the table.

They continued, almost right away, Levi's back now on the table, so he was laying down. Eren stood, ravishing the body before him. His mouth was off of Levi's and now half way down his neck, as he tried desperately to get the shirt off of the man laid out. Eren's crotch was pressing hard against Levi's, feeling the man's bulge underneath his own. The contact left them both groaning, feeling the heat spread from their heads to their lower parts.

Eren was leaving soft kisses to Levi's collarbone, sucking around the spine of the bone, and leaving small marks where there was soft flesh. Levi brought his leg up, wrapping it around Eren's waist, allowing the friction between them grow deeper and closer. With only their underwear separating their attempts, they grinded their hips into each other's with great vigor, feeling the passion spread across their lower abdomens, fueling them to find the right spot.

"Condom?" Levi asked, his eyes squeezed shut, trying not to moan out loud. His own erection was pressing dangerously his underwear, threatening to dampen them with cum.

"Hold on…" Pushing away reluctantly, Eren knelt down, grabbing his jeans and pulling a condom out of its back pocket. Standing up again, he held the packet in his right hand, licking Levi's earlobe, stopping short. He was prepared for today, but then he realized he might not be as prepared as he thought.

"I don't have lube." He whispered into Levi's ear.

"Forgo it."

"I'll grab some from your room." Eren felt guilty without using lube, however, Levi shook his head.

"Just use spit." He gave him a head nob, pushing him to hurry up. Levi took hold of his underwear, unhooking his legs and pulling the fabric away from his body where his erection stood tall. He continued, grabbing Eren's fingers and bringing them to his mouth. Making sure Eren was watching clearly, he licked the digits, his tongue going in between the spaces of his fingers and around each of the three long, slender fingers. Eren had a small bead of sweat on his neck as he watched Levi with cat like eyes.

"Hurry." Levi spoke, pulling Eren's fingers towards his ass, urging him to continue. His body was growing impatient and he needed Eren inside him soon or he'd start doing it himself.

Eren complied with his wishes, stretching Levi's legs apart and fitting himself between them. It also gave him a good view of Levi, causing a slight shade of red to spread across his cheeks. It was such a revealing position, his erection in the air, his hole stretching and his ass cheeks pressed against the table. The whole thing was such a turn on.
He circled around Levi's entrance, but without hesitation he stuck his index finger into Levi, the hot walls engulfing his digit as he slid it in and out easily. The spit helped with the smoothness, but in this position, Levi was much looser.

Levi was flushed a pretty pink, his hair plastered with sweat, head turned to the side as he felt Eren enter his body, slowly at first, and with only one finger, but soon enough, all of Eren's fingers were inside him, feeling the walls inside of him. But, that wasn't enough. And, Levi wasn't one to be patient.

"Inside me. Now." It was a direct order, Eren heard the command in Levi's voice and he wasn't about to ignore Levi at a time like this. Pulling his fingers out, Eren grabbed his cock, putting on the condom, and positioning himself. Finding the right spot, Eren's cock pressed lightly against Levi, slightly opening his entrance, before pushing himself all the way in.

Levi's back went rigid as he felt Eren enter him, his cock filling the space his fingers couldn't. He let out a long groan that echoed along the walls. Eren was holding himself back, Levi could tell, as he entered him slowly and pulled out just as slow. After a half dozen times, Levi nodded his head, urging Eren to continue. Glad to see the sign, Eren pushed harder into Levi, causing both of them to send their head backs, a raw moan bubbling up their throats.

The smacking of skin could be heard throughout the whole room as sweat trickled down Levi's stomach, tickling his abdomen. Eren pounded against Levi, his cock spilling in and out of him, searching for a raw release that was building inside the both of them.

Levi's extended legs wrapped around Eren's waist, pulling him in closer, the pure scent of Eren's body making Levi want more. The table's legs were scraping against the floor, but neither seemed to notice in their fever. The leftover plates were clanking against each other and the closed champagne bottle fell to the floor, rolling across the dining room. The tablecloth was bunched up and in the middle of Levi's back giving him support. In the raw setting of the dining room, it made the whole experience dirtier, more shameful, but this only fueled their pleasure.

Eren was planting quick, messy kisses against Levi's neck with every moan and every movement. Levi's head was bobbing against the table, smacking his head painfully against the wood table. His arms came up, wrapping themselves around Eren's neck so that he could lift his top half off of the table just enough to whisper into Eren's ear.

"Faster." Eren didn't need to be told twice, he quickened his speed, his legs weak and unstable, smacking painfully against the table's edge. He grabbed at Levi's waist, pulling him into him with every thrust, sending electric shocks up their spines.

They were nearing their release; every thrust was timed perfectly so they met each other deep inside. Eren would never admit it, or say it to his partner, but Levi looked absolutely adorable clinging to him in a manner that was so desperate. It sent him wild.

One last, particularly hard thrust sent Eren over the edge, spilling his seed into the condom, feeling the absolute ecstasy leave his body as he rode it out, a loud moan filling the air, slowing his movements. It took him a few moments to realize his boss had yet to cum, so he grabbed Levi's erection in his palm, feeling the heated flesh.

From the bottom, he slid his head up to the top a couple times, stopping to slide a finger across Levi's slit as he continued to thrust. It only took a minute of this until Levi followed Eren, cumming into Eren's hand, a silent scream deep in his throat, his eyes wide as his body buckled.

Eren about collapsed, his legs tired and screaming from standing upright for the whole time. His body shifted slightly and he let his legs buckle as he laid his head against Levi's chest, putting the majority of his weight on Levi instead of his legs.

Levi thought of telling him to move his goddamn head, but the boy's heavy breathing told Levi that he was already asleep, pinning him to the table. Levi rolled his eyes at his predicament. Couldn't the boy have at least made it to the bed before falling asleep?

Even though it annoyed him slightly, Levi allowed the boy to sleep across his body, to the point that he brought a hand up, petting the soft hair he loved to touch. He ran a few fingers through the strands, letting them fall back onto his head.

He looked away, surprised by this act of his. It wasn't often he showed any sort of "affection". To any of his other lovers, sure, they'd make love, but Levi wasn't one for romantics, and many of his relationships fell through.

However, the boy was doing something to him, and he didn't think he liked it.

Ah, this chapter is super late. Completely my fault. For one, I broke my school laptop, with all my fanfics, and lost 3 pages of this chapter. For two, I figured I either get this chapter out or pass my anatomy test (which I did). And, for three, I'm a bit on a road of self discovery, interesting right? I know it's not, but, hell, that's why this is late and I apologize.

But, to make it up to you guys, I have decided I'm going to have a Christmas/Levi's birthday special chapter. It will probably ruin the holyness of Christmas (in a completely smutty way) and you'll either love it or think it's too dirty, so, uh, that's something to await.

Btw, if you have yet to notice, their sex is becoming more and more shameful, but less awkward and less careful. They are warming up to each other, to the point that sex is becoming a normal thing for the both of them. I just wanted you guys to know understand that. Oh, but I got a whole lot of smut to write (tbh, the table sex scene wasn't there originally), so stay with me!

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