As of last night, it was official: I, Eren Jeager, had left the circle of virgins and ascended to someone who'd had sex. Actual sex. It felt unreal, honestly. What felt even more unreal was the fact that I'd had my first time with Levi.

Levi.

God, this was not just someone, but him. He came as close to my definition of perfect as humanly possible. And that was just what he'd felt like, too. Fucking amazing. Flawless.

I rolled around in my bed and hugged the pillow he'd been sleeping on until a few hours ago tightly to my chest. It smelled just like him, and that made my head spin in the best way imaginable. How long could I get away without washing that pillow case?

Tucking my nude body into Levi-scented sheets, I let his enticing scent wrap all around me. I hadn't bothered with dressing earlier, and that was all due to the fact that I was still drifting on a fluffy cloud that consisted of Levi's warm body wrapped around mine. I should probably get up and take a shower, but that would mean washing his scent off of me, and somehow, the very thought made me recoil.

Why did he have to leave?

I'd been asking myself (and him) that question for a good dozen times before he left. He'd said he had a home with people in it who'd be worried by now and a job to return to, which sounded reasonable—much to my dismay. I hadn't been ready to let him go, and I still wasn't. So after my continuous nagging had fallen on deaf ears on his part, I'd clung to him like an itch refusing to fade, and told him I'd not let go until he promised me he'd be back later today. I prided myself on being infamously thick-headed when I wanted to be, and my abilities didn't steer clear of Levi either. I'd grinned like an idiot and kissed him harder than I ever had when he'd finally given in and agreed to come back to me in the evening. He'd made it clear he'd not stay over again—I quote "no fucking way, you spoiled brat"—but I already had a foolproof plan I wanted to put into action to change his mind.

A quick glance to the clock on my nightstand told me it was only a little past noon. And I was hard again. I'd actually believed getting off as intensely as I had with Levi would take the edge off my libido, but nope—now I was stuck here, alone, with all those memories of him and his perfect body and his beautiful eyes and his incredibly gorgeous face and his lewd moans and fuck. Was it actually possible to become a sex addict after only one time? Because it felt like that was what I was currently turning into. Maybe it was possible, so long as you did it with the right person.

I turned around and buried my nose in his pillow, letting my eyes fall closed. Had he even enjoyed it? It was obvious he'd been in pain afterwards, so what if he had no desire to repeat what we'd done? I'd tried to be as gentle as I could, but maybe I should have tried harder. Just the thought of giving him up after I'd tasted him once was nothing short of cruel. But it wasn't just the feeling of him (even if that had been pretty fucking amazing), but the feeling of being so close to him. Connected even, and not only physical. That was what I wanted again. To be as close to him as I could be.

He was so special.

So special to me, and I knew that now. I didn't want to let him go. Maybe it was rash to mull over any of this already, but thinking about going separate ways after summer was over seemed inconceivable for me. We'd already shared so much, and even if I didn't know what being in love was like, I daresay it came very close to what I was feeling right now. Which made me think... What would it be like to come out of the closet in front of the entire school? A few people might have their suspicions, yet I'd never told anyone I was into guys in so many words. How profoundly would things change for me, for him? And here I was letting my imagination run wild. It was very possible Levi didn't even want any of this; getting serious, being in a relationship, becoming a boyfriend. My boyfriend, to be exact. Only because I was head over heels for him didn't mean he felt the same for me.

Zeke rushed through the open bedroom door and jumped up on me, drooling all over my face and nibbling my ear. I laughed and petted him until he was satisfied. That was when he got to sniff Levi's pillow and shoved his snout into the soft fabric. Apparently, I really did have some serious competition in him when it came to Levi.

I sighed and smelled Levi's pillow once more before I sat up and slung my legs over the bed. I'd deal with all of the serious matters when the time came. For now, I only wanted to enjoy being with Levi to the fullest, without allowing any weighty thoughts to drag me down. It was summer after all, and I'd only just found him. We were just starting out. I smiled at the way that sounded—we.

To pass some time, I did everything around the house that had accumulated, effectively procrastinating on taking that shower as long as I could. I cleaned, vacuumed, did the laundry. When I finally stepped into the warm spray of my well-deserved shower, I took longer than usual. I scrubbed my skin until it was spotless, clean-shaven and soft to the touch. I better looked my best if I planned on winning Levi over for another round. And maybe another after that, if I was lucky.

After showering, I let Zeke out to run a few laps in the garden, but it was too hot outside for him to last longer than fifteen minutes, so I refilled his water bowl and watched as he napped on the couch after a generous drink. Once again, I stared at the clock. I debated whether enough time had passed to make a text message to Levi acceptable without looking too needy (which I was, I so was). Tapping my toes, I decided to just go with it. If I annoyed him, he'd let me know without sparing my feelings anyway.

Me: Hey, you. How's work?

I sent the message and stared at the open conversation until a new text bubble from Levi appeared below mine. Then I tried to ignore the way my heart pounded over a mere handful of words from him.

Levi: A fucking pain in the ass. God, I need a break.

I smirked and blushed at the same time when I thought about the many different ways I could get Levi to relieve some stress.

Me: How about a massage?

Levi: Where?

Oh? Don't tell me Levi, my Levi, would actually want to do some sexting with me? This was too good to be true, which didn't keep me from finding out anyway.

Me: Anywhere you want. If I may make a suggestion, I'd love to start on that sweet, little ass of yours.

A soft squeal left my mouth before I could stop it. Wasn't I being a little too daring right now? He might get mad at me, but damn, holding back from teasing him was almost impossible. As per usual.

Levi: Didn't you miss one adjective when describing my ass just now? ;-)

Oh, a winky face. Leaning against the kitchen counter and resting my arms on the granite surface, I got comfortable with a huge grin on my lips while I pondered my next bold reply.

Me: Tight. Definitely tight.

Levi: Tell me how tight I am.

Oh fuck, was he serious? I'd been fighting my ever-present boner since he'd left, and now all my efforts were flying straight out the window. And I wouldn't even complain.

Me: So tight, Levi. You're just perfect. So hot and wet, and you suck me in so deep. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't get enough of you.

Levi: Mh Eren, you felt so good inside me. Tell me, are you hard right now? Are you hard thinking about me?

I'd been hard ever since the first double innuendo I'd received from him via text, now I was rock-hard and grinding mindlessly against the counter I was pressed up against.

Me: Fuck, I'm so hard, Levi. Riling me up like this when you're not even here with me… It's unfair. You better take responsibility.

Levi: If you want me to take responsibility, I'm going to have to ask for proof. Are you willing to give me some?

Proof? He could gladly have proof if that would get me him. Okay so, how to do this? I'd never sent a nude, but I was dead-set on making it a good one. One that would drive Levi to the same state of desperate arousal I was currently trapped in.

I walked (stumbled) into the bathroom and leaned into a corner I knew provided good lighting. Then I took a deep breath and sloppily shoveled down my shorts. Next were my boxers. I tucked the elastic waistband under my balls to put my entire manhood on proud display. I felt only the tiniest flicker of awkwardness passing through me, but that was quick to fade when I imagined how Levi would react to my candid shot. I picked a good angle and snapped a few ones to choose from. Admittedly, it felt pretty weird to look at multiple pics of my own boner, but it was not like any of them were for me. They were entirely for him, and I hoped they'd be worth it in the end. After deciding on the best one, I attached it to a new text message and paid extra attention to get the recipient right, because sending it to someone else in my hopeless state of excitement sounded just like something I'd do. I added a short message along with the pic and swallowed as it sent.

Me: Proof enough?

Levi: Fuck, Eren… You're huge. And you fucking shaved, have some damn mercy on me here. I can't touch myself right now and your pic... Makes me want to. So bad.

My heart missed a beat or six when I read his reply. He thought I was huge? I couldn't exactly help but take this as a compliment. And he even noticed I'd shaved for him. He must have kept a close eye on me while I'd been naked, which made me shiver despite the heat coursing through my veins. The fact that I'd made him want to touch himself was truly blowing my mind, though. So I could affect him just like he affected me, and that certainty was making my heart inflate like a hot-air balloon ready to soar straight up to cloud nine. God, I wished I could see him too. I wouldn't ask him to show proof while he was on the job, but he better bring me some first-hand later. Proof I was allowed to touch and kiss and suck, that was.

Me: Just let me do all the touching. I'm glad my proof passed the test ;-)

Levi: Your proof did more than pass. I can't believe it actually fit.

Me: Oh, it was a deliciously tight little fit. You were positively greedy for it ;-)

Levi: I still am.

Me: Levi. What are you doing to me? I want you so bad, it hurts.

Levi: Don't come before I'm with you. I want to see your face when you do, and be the one who gets you there.

Me: Same goes for you.

Me: Damn, just hurry, okay?

Me: Okay?

Levi: :-*

Damn, the little minx was really out to make me lose my mind. Why couldn't I just influence time and make it pass faster whenever I wanted to? Waiting for him was killing me, especially after he'd teased me with those naughty little texts of his. We hadn't agreed on a specific time, as far as I knew he could show up at midnight if he felt like it.

After I'd lazed away some time, I went back up in my room and changed the sheets to fresh white ones (only because I wanted to see Levi's beautiful black hair spread out on a flawless white pillow). After that I plopped down on my bed and started up my laptop to watch some show I had no mind to properly follow right now, but would hopefully kill off the remaining time until Levi turned up.

I'd dozed off when I heard the doorbell ringing downstairs. Within a second, I was wide awake and on my feet. It was half past nine p.m., so he really had taken his sweet time. All the lights were out inside the house, there was only the fading daylight illuminating the rooms with a gentle golden glow. I didn't bother to turn any of them on, I was too busy falling over my own feet to get the door. When I ripped it open and laid eyes on Levi, my heart was a beat away from combusting inside my chest. God, I'd missed him, and it took seeing him standing right here in front of me to realize just how much.

"Hey," I whispered breathlessly.

"Hi," he said, his cheeks warm with color.

I leaned forward and took his arm to pull him inside and up against my chest. A soft whoosh of air left his lips when his back collided with the wall behind the door, and my body pressed flush up to his. He opened his lips, undoubtedly to utter a protest at my fervor, but I was quick to cover them with mine and swallow any words he planned on using to scold me with. My tongue pushed its way inside his mouth on its own, finally reuniting with his to take and mark just like I'd been yearning to do. His hands grabbed helplessly at my clothes, legs tangling with mine. I whispered his name over and over again, while my fingertips trembled on their way to remove his coat. I was just about to open the lapels, when he stopped me.

"Please? I've been dying to touch you all day," I begged.

Instead, he pushed my hands away and stepped out of my embrace. I couldn't contain the soft noise of disapproval that forced its way past my lips at his rejection. Had I done something wrong? Was he mad at me?

I watched him as he walked to the middle of the room and came to stand by the dining table.

"You are alone, right?" He asked, and my eyes dropped to his fingers, which began to toy with the buttons on his coat.

"You know I am. My parents are on vacation, it's just me and—OH. OH SWEET GOD. OH FUCK."

My mouth dropped open, just like my eyes, at the sight of him. He'd unbuttoned his coat and let it drop to the floor where he stood, the soft fawn material pooling around his ankles. I followed the gorgeous shape of his legs, which were clad in immaculately white stockings that came up to his milky thighs. Above them, my gaze laid on a navy plaid skirt—one that was way too short to meet the requirements of adequacy. His midriff was bare above the skirt's waistline, up until his little crop top, which was collared and adorned with a huge red bow in the front. Sweet Lord, had I died and gone to actual heaven? What other explanation was there for me deserving this absolutely ravishing sight in front of me? Levi was wearing his sailor work uniform—the one I'd been hopelessly drooling over ever since the first day I'd seen him in it. Only that now, he was wearing a much lewder version of it, complete with a fucking mini skirt, thigh highs and a crop top.

There was no way in hell, or heaven, this was real. Real, and happening to me.

Levi was playing with the perfect bow on his top, before his slim fingers dropped to the hem of his sailor shirt.

"You like it?" He asked, and I snapped out of my awe-induced stupor just in time to catch the quick flicker of uncertainty pass his gray eyes. He was doing this for me, to turn me on—and fuck, it was working like a charm because I knew for a fact I'd never been this turned on in my entire seventeen years of existence—even though he didn't feel entirely comfortable with it.

"L-Like?" I stammered. "Like? Fuck, no. Like is not enough to describe how I feel about this." I gestured to his mouth-watering get up while I took step after step in his direction, closing the distance between us in a stance that felt almost predatory.

"Damn, Levi," I whispered as I drew near, inch by inch. "I'm speechless. You... You look like you've just stepped right out of my wet dream."

He laughed at that and leaned up against the dining table, an utterly irresistible smirk settling on his full lips. His hand slipped down, over the bare skin on his waist until it reached the folds of his skirt. I stared at him, unable to look away. Even if the house around me would catch on fire right this instant, I'd be happy to burn away with Levi etched onto my retinas. My eyes followed his hand when he slipped it beneath the skirt and up until it met the delectable bulge delineating through the navy material.

"Ah," he moaned softly as he began to touch himself beneath the skirt, right there in front of me. For me. "Eren..."

That was it. It was a physical impossibility to stay away from him after this quiet plea, even if he'd ask me to. I needed to touch him more than I needed to take my next breath. I rushed over and took him in my arms, feeling him and the clothes he'd put on for me until he rasped to go slower. But slow was the last thing on my mind right now. I bit at his lips, kissing him raw while his hands tangled in my hair and tugged me closer. My thigh was pressed up against his erection and I started to rub against him, up and down, sighing when I felt him pushing back down on me. I let my palms travel beneath his shirt to tease his nipples, pulling and rubbing them until I felt the tips grow hard beneath my fingertips. Then I slipped to the back and left red lines down the length of his spine on my way to bury my hands in the soft fabric of his skirt, bunching it up greedily to reveal what was hidden underneath. Suddenly, my fingers met something incredibly soft and my eyes snapped to his. His face was so beautifully flushed, his eyes wide and shining, his lips glossy and red from my rough kisses. He bit his lip as I stared into his eyes. My hands brushed over the silky material he was wearing down below once again, and the most incredible idea struck me. I fell to my knees in front of him, and found myself face to face with the most gorgeous pair of white silk lace panties I'd ever seen. They had large bows on either side to keep them in place, but the knots were straining under the weight of his erection, which was hot and heavy enough to give the gossamer silk a run for its money. I touched my finger to his tip, which was peeking out of the silk band, and watched as it came back with a silvery thread of warm precome. Before I could think twice about what I was doing, I leaned in and pressed my nose to his panties, inhaling the sweet scent of his arousal. Nosing against his length, I kissed the small strip of skin just above the silk. He smelled delicious, fucking mind-blowingly so. After a long, languid lick across his glans, I felt his hands fisting in my hair, my name falling from his lips in an impatient whisper. Biting down on the silk, I pulled and let it snap back against his cock, earning an enticing whine from him that had my bare toes curling in on themselves.

"Fuck, Levi... I might not be able to make it to the bedroom..." I breathed into his thigh before I bit down on the soft skin in a weak attempt to hold onto the last sliver of my composure.

"Ahh... I-It's fine," Levi moaned while he pushed his pelvis into my mouth and wrapped his leg around my neck, effectively keeping my lips on the inside of his thigh. "J-Just fuck me right here. Please, I... I can't wait anymore."

Fuck, he was begging for it, needing me. Almost as much as I was needing him from the sound of it. I slipped my hand underneath the panties in the back, running my palm over the perfect swell of his ass and massaging his cheeks slowly, but firmly. His hands clawed at my shirt, coercing me up on my feet to pull it over my head. Stepping in between his legs, I rubbed my clothed erection against his and bit a wet trail along his neck. His eyes raked over my exposed chest and stomach, before his nails followed the way his gaze had just covered. I watched as they left harsh red scratches on my tan skin, moaning quietly at the soft blur of pleasure and pain and reveling in the certainty that I'd surely wear his marks for days to come. His deft fingers reached my belt and made quick work of undressing me and pushing my shorts down to my ankles. I chuckled at his impatience and kicked my pants away. After that, I grabbed the back of his neck, my palm brushing over the soft hair of his undercut, and kissed him long and hard, until both our lips were glistening with saliva. Then I grabbed his hips and turned him around, pushing him down and bending him over the dining table.

"Mmmh, Eren... Fuck... Hurry. I want you so bad. I need to feel you," he moaned eagerly, and I met his eyes as he threw me an imploring gaze over his shoulder.

He was such a lovely sight, sprawled out on the table in front of me and surrendering himself to my mercy. I bent over him, showering the skin left bare by his shirt with kisses and suckles before I moved lower. I took a deep breath before I let my hands slip beneath his skirt and tugged it up to expose his panties-clad behind. I took a few good, long moments to admire the view, then hooked my fingers into the material and debated sliding it down the sweet curve of his thighs. But ultimately, I decided against getting rid of this enticing piece of underwear. The thought of having him, taking him, slipping in and out of his tight heat while he was still wearing this pretty silk was too tempting to resist. I caught a peek of Levi's flushed face, his eyes squeezed shut, his lips open and moist. Taking my time, I licked and sucked at my fingers until they were nice and wet, before tugging the panties away to gain access to his keen hole.

"Oh god, Eren, yes..." he mewled when I finally pushed one finger inside him.

When I was certain he was comfortable, I added a second and then a third one. He moaned and gasped, the occasional curse in between, and then he began pushing back on my fingers. His name left my lips on a seductive loop while I ate up the view of him sliding back and forth on my fingers, fucking himself for me to watch.

"Damn, Levi... You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now," I rasped, my voice throaty and raw.

"Eren... Fuck, just... Give it to me. Don't make me wait," he commanded, giving his hips another push that had my fingers swallowed up whole.

"But Levi... I don't have a condom here," I whispered, biting my lip.

"I don't give a damn about that right now! Eren, just please... Fuck me," he mewled.

I gulped and closed my eyes as I pulled out, immediately missing his tightness around me. I wished I had lube, but the bottle was far away in my room, and the last thing on my mind right now was to leave Levi here, all stretched and ready for me, to go get it. If I waited another second to be inside of him, I'd simply perish on the spot. So I went for plan B and spit unceremoniously into my palm, bringing it down to my hard cock to spread the warm saliva over my length. I gave myself a few shallow strokes before I aligned myself with his spread, glossy opening. When I felt him twitch against my tip, my nails buried in his full ass cheeks with more force than I intended to. The sleek see-through fabric of his panties graced my oversensitive cock almost uncomfortably, but I ignored it. The sight alone—myself buried in silk and lace, so ready to push into him—made that easy.

"Fuck, I... Levi, can I?"

His response was to push back on my cock, sucking my moist tip inside of him.

"Ah shit," he whimpered.

I held tightly onto his cheeks, spreading them open to not miss a single inch of me slipping inside. The view was enough to catapult me dangerously close to the edge already. Combined with the feeling of thrusting inside, of feeling his wet heat squeezing me tight, I had to stop for a second to fight down my impending orgasm.

"You feel so fucking amazing, Levi. So good," I whispered in between the soft little gasps that fell from his lips.

I whined when I was embedded to the hilt, and after a few moments, I began to move. A firework of emotions went off inside my head, my chest, across every single one of my senses. Every tiny inch I moved with him clenching tightly around me was like thunder crashing all around me, making me shudder with waves of intensity. His sweet, desperate voice was drifting through the heated air between us, his slick skin shuddering beneath my brusque hands. I couldn't get enough. Reaching beneath his skirt, I took his hot length in my hand and started to stroke him fast, my thumb flicking across the wet tip again and again.

"E-Eren, wait, I-I'm gonna..."

"Shh, do it. Come for me, Levi."

"N-No, I-I... Shit. Ahhh."

Levi tightened around me, so hard that only pure self-control kept me from plunging over the edge right then. I didn't want this to be over so fast, I'd only just pushed inside him—at least that was what it felt like—and I wanted, needed, him more than that. His fingers curled around the table, rosy cheek pressed up against the glass, hot breath fogging the transparent surface. I bent down, blanketing his back with my body, and bit the damp skin on his neck while I stroked him faster. It was enough to make him let go, his body shaking violently as he clenched around me and released hot come over my hand and the table. His hole tightened as he rid out his orgasm, pulling me straight along into sweet oblivion. I spilled myself into him, thick spurts of come shooting inside and dripping down his legs as soon as I pulled out with a soft, wet pop. I was helplessly drawn to the way my come dripped slowly out of his quickly contracting hole, only to catch in the sheer silk he was wearing, soaking it through before running down his legs in rivulets of white cream. Levi grew slack beneath me, his breathing heavy as his strength left him and he slid down from the table. I caught him before he met the floor and pulled him bridal style into my arms.

"Hey you," I whispered, needing another few minutes to come back down to earth after a high like this. "Bed or bath?"

He smirked weakly and nuzzled against my bare chest. I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Bath. With you in it, please," he said around a yawn. "Uhm, hey. Do you have a bath bomb, by any chance?"

I hugged him tighter as I climbed the stairs.

"I actually do. My mom loves them. Why, you want to use one?"

"Mh, can we?" He asked, adorably shy.

I fondled his cheek, kissing it softly before I said, "We can do anything you want."

He smiled up at me—so genuine that I felt my heart stutter in response.

"You know... You always manage to get my underwear all wet," he chuckled softly.

Sticking my tongue out along with a smooth wink, I slipped into a hearty laugh and held him as close as physics let me.

After I'd started to draw the bath, I sat him down on the toilet lid and gently undressed him. At first, he protested and scolded me for babying him, but after I'd rolled down one of his thigh highs, pressing long kisses to every inch I uncovered, he'd fallen silent and just watched me. His legs were so beautiful, especially when they were tucked in those gorgeous thigh highs, and I admit that he had to half-kick me away to stop my endless gush of caresses along their exquisite dips and curves. I turned the lights down low and lit four candles by the bathtub. Then I picked up mom's bathing utensils and read a few labels on the various bath bombs she kept.

"Hmm, we have Delicate Floral Delight, Lemony Cocoa Butter Fizzer or Dreamy Lavender Froth. Oh, and here's something with vanilla. Which do you want?"

"Woah, those are from Lush. The Lemony Cocoa Something, please. It's new and I haven't gotten the chance to try it yet," he said animatedly.

I smiled up at him, genuinely awed by his adorable excitement over something as simple as a bath bomb.

"I didn't know you liked to bath that much," I smiled.

"Oh, I do. I fucking love taking a bath. With bath bombs even more," he replied. Then, he blushed and rubbed absentmindedly at his cheeks. "Uhm... Is that weird?"

I laughed and unwrapped the bath bomb to find out what 'Lemony Cocoa Butter' actually smelled like.

"It's not weird at all. I knew you were a cleanly guy, so it shouldn't come as a surprise. But damn, I still think it's beyond cute," I finally said, smiling to myself.

He rose on legs that were still a little shaky, and tiptoed over to where I sat on the marble edge of the bathtub. He wavered a bit, so I reached out and pulled him into my lap, my nose pressing up against the back of his neck to inhale his lovely, musky scent. Then I took his hand and dipped his fingertips into the water. He closed his eyes on a long sigh.

"Temperature okay for you?" I asked.

"Just perfect."

He made a move to get up from my lap, but I didn't let him. Instead, I rose to my feet along with him and climbed into the tub. When we'd settled in the hot water, him between my legs with my arms around his middle, I leaned back and sighed in contentment.

"You really are clingy, huh?" Levi asked, eyeing me.

"Yep, hopelessly clingy. And you better get used to it, because I don't plan on changing that when it comes to you. Now here, bomb us," I grinned, handing him the yellow-and-orange striped bath bomb.

He released an overly adorable little giddy chuckle as he took it, and then dropped it into the clear water. I stared as the bomb began to fizzle and roll around the water, leaving vibrant streams of orange, pink and gold wherever it went. The creamy scent of cocoa, lime and fennel filled the air around us. I was beginning to really like those bath bombs, and considering Levi loved them, I made a mental note to get more for him.

"Woah, look at that!" He squealed, dipping his fingers into the brightly colored trails. "This one's amazing."

He tried to catch the speeding bomb in his hand, but the coating had become slippery and kept evading him. He cursed at the slowly dissolving bath bomb, and while I watched the cute display going on in my arms, there was only one thought coursing through my head.

If this is what falling in love feels like, I never want to fall out of it.