I was still pondering if Levi had really just said he'd ride me, when he repeated himself with this irresistibly impatient lilt to his voice. I growled low in my chest when I realized he'd not write it off as a joke, or back down from the challenge he'd just issued. Not when he was looking so ready, so fierce.

"Take your underwear off. Slowly," he commanded.

If he'd stick to that commanding voice, I couldn't guarantee I'd even make it anywhere near his lovely behind before blowing my load. This controlling side of him was so hot, it was toe-curling. Literally.

He rose up on his knees, giving me space to reach down and shuffle sloppily out of my boxers. Levi's eyes glinted dangerously before his tongue dipped out to run across his bottom lip. He was so enticing, so sexy, and the best thing was that he didn't even seem to realize just how sexy he was. That fact never failed to lend him an air of innocence that had me positively panting for him. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing upon exhaling, and then he lifted his fingers to his lips and slipped two of them into his mouth. I could only stare in awe as his tongue worked around them, coating the slender digits with glossy saliva before retreating with a wet pop. Those gloriously wet fingers dropped down between my legs, making me groan loudly when they connected with the head of my cock. It was only the lightest touch, yet I felt like exploding.

"Ah yes, touch me," I begged, rising my hips to indicate how much I needed it. My desire was intense enough to set every inch of my skin on fire.

He chuckled seductively. "Who's begging now, huh?"

My hand shot out to wrap around his wrist, tugging him closer to my arousal which was so thirsty for his touch—but he still wouldn't touch me, not really. I groaned in frustration as my eyes dropped open to bore into belligerent silvers.

"Do you want me to beg?" I asked breathlessly, "Because I will."

His eyes widened before I could positively watch how his pupils grew wide with dark arousal. He bit his lip and gave my tip a soft squeeze. I almost came right then and there, upon first serious contact. Thankfully, Levi decided I didn't need any more teasing. I didn't care about the relieved moans punching their way out my mouth when his wet fingers worked their way over and into my slit, coaxing multiple beads of pearly precome out of me. My hips moved of their own volition, pumping up with the primal urge to have him on top of me, riding me until he fell apart with me deeply embedded inside of him.

I almost fainted at the view of him bringing his fingers up to his lips, now slick with my precome, and sucking them clean with obvious relish.

If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up. Ever.

His fingers still deep in his mouth, he smiled down at me with heavy-lidded eyes before he removed them with a content sigh as if he'd just tasted one of the finest delicacies. "Tell me what you want me to do, Eren. Beg for it."

I swallowed hard, and then again when I realized once wasn't enough to get past this persistent lump in my throat.

"Levi," I croaked, sounding not the least bit sexy, but positively wrecked, "Take me. Use me. I just want you... On top of me."

Come next morning, I'd gladly pass on into the afterlife thinking about all these mortifying things I was spouting in his presence, that much was a certainty. But right now, I didn't care. He wanted me to beg, and fuck, I would.

Levi bent down to kiss me hard and fast before he continued to bite a rough trail along my lips. His lips were hot and demanding, aroused and fervent. I licked greedily into his mouth, taking everything he gave me and returning it double. When we broke apart after a few mind-boggling minutes, I was panting like crazy. I fought the natural urge to switch positions and tuck him beneath me, to take control and have my way with him. Not today, I reminded myself. Today it was his turn to be on top, and just the thought, the actual prospect of it, made a fierce want shoot through my veins.

Levi bent over and grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, hurrying despite having shaky fingers to pull off the cap. When it finally came off, it fell on the floor and rolled somewhere beneath the bed. Not that either of us cared. We were too transfixed by the liberal amount Levi poured onto his fingers with meticulous concentration. Once again, he rose from sitting on my thighs to get on his knees. The last breath that was still rearing beneath my ribcage left me in a blissful whoosh of air when he slipped his slick hand back between his cheeks, his other hand holding onto my chest to keep himself steady.

"Ahh, fuck," he moaned, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he pushed one finger inside himself. I wanted to blink out of existence. How was I worthy of lying beneath him while he fingered himself open for me? I'd never know.

I bit my lip roughly in a desperate attempt to keep my arousal in check. He needed the preparation, but damn, it was so hard to just lie there and watch him do all the work. My nails buried in his pale thighs, squeezing and scratching at the soft flesh. There were tiny beads of sweat forming on Levi's brow as he continued to fuck himself open with his fingers. The image was out of this world; how he swayed back on his hand, taking his digits deeper and deeper, irresistible squelching noises filling the air around us. How as I supposed to wait any longer than I already had?

"Fuck Levi," I rasped, "Hurry. I want you."

His head fell back, his throat bare and moist and exposed, his shoulders shaking. "Have a little patience, will you? I need... A bit more time to take you in."

"Damn, I... I'm sorry," I moaned, "Take your time. You're doing so well, shit, you have no idea how fucking hot you look right now. I can't wait to have you."

My name fell from his lips in a searing hot whisper, his eyes opening just the tiniest bit to catch mine. His fingers curled against my pecs, nails marking me up with delicious scarlet lines. He rid his hand while his moans turned to miserably suppressed mewls and cries, a single tear spilling from his eye. By now, he was probably three fingers deep already and my patience was running out. The time of keeping myself from touching him the way I wanted to was over. My hand left his thigh to dance over the soft mound of his pubic bone and Levi's breath hitched in his throat. I felt his gaze locked on me, his fervent movements slowing for a second as I slipped my hand beneath his fully hard cock to cup his balls. He jolted and cursed, dozens of tiny goose bumps blooming all over his skin as I began to fondle them in my palm, squeezing and stroking until warm droplets of precome fell from his erect length onto my belly below.

"Ahh, shit. Fuck it," he cursed before slipping his fingers out of his hole with an irresistible wet noise. I swallowed hard when he wrapped my cock, twitching with impatience, in one warm palm and guided it between his legs. Wanting to give him full control over everything we were about to do now, I buried my hands in the sheets and crumpled the sheer fabric in my palms to keep from taking over. The urge was there and it was strong, but today it was his turn to take me however he wanted to have me. When his stretched entrance brushed over my wet crown, I screamed out his name, and I didn't even care about how damn needy it sounded. I was close, so close, to having him, to make him mine, every second apart at this point was just not possible to bear. My head lolled back against the pillow, my eyes rolling up into my head when he took my first inch inside. That delicious, hot heat wrapped around me, squeezing me so tight that I wanted to throw caution into the wind and grab his hips to push myself into him to the hilt in one go. How I was able to hold back was beyond me.

"Mmh, Eren... Yes... Fuck, you feel so good," he moaned, his head tilting back, his lips open and wet.

I forced my eyes open to watch him sink down on me, taking every inch, swallowing me up until he bottomed out with a drawn-out whine, his thighs flush against my hips. A long, heart-felt string of praise fell from my lips as my hands stroked his thighs and hips with loving appreciation. The feeling was indescribable. This position felt so much deeper, so much more intense, and seeing him sitting on top of me, impaled on my cock without an inch to spare, was an entirely new, breath-taking experience. After a few moments had passed—Levi adjusting, me eating up the view—he began to gently roll his hips to test the waters. His brow furrowed and he bit his lip, a sharp flicker of pain crossing his features. I began to massage his skin, trying something to make him feel better.

"Ouch," he whispered, eyes squeezing shut as he continued to roll his hips every which way, "Why do you have to be so... Big?"

I couldn't help chuckling at that, and feeling just the tiniest bit smug at the same time. I knew he liked my size, he'd admitted to it more than once.

"Breathe Levi," I coaxed when the anxiety on his face lingered, "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

It felt utterly perfect for me, so very good, but that didn't matter if he was in pain.

"N-No… Just another second," he breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly. His body was coated in a soft sheen of sweat, skin slick to the touch.

"Okay, I'm alright," he whispered after a while. The cutest, deep crimson blush began to grace his cheeks when he looked down at where we were connected. Averting his eyes, he bit his full bottom lip and slowly rose up, the base of my cock sliding out of him. Just this tiny bit of friction made me see stars. Levi moaned and cursed when he reached the top, keeping just the tip inside before sliding down in an agonizingly silken stroke. I got back to fondle his thighs, his ass, his nipples—I was touching him wherever I could reach.

"Ah yes, do that again," he half-shouted when I twisted one rosy nipple between my fingers until it turned pink and hard. Obeying his command, I did the same to the other nipple and watched his face twist in sheer pleasure. Soon, his movements grew faster, harder, more frantic. He braced himself against my chest, small palms burrowing into my flesh as he slammed down on me again and again. I was transfixed by how seamlessly we moved together, by the way his tight hole stretched around my girth. It felt so good, I wanted to let go and allow my mind to spin into blissful oblivion.

"L-Levi, ahh… Damn, yes, give it to me. Ride me harder," I moaned mindlessly.

He followed my request, slamming down on me with a fervor that catapulted me straight at climax' door. I bit my lip to force down my orgasm, not wanting to come before he did. His cock was straining and hard, curling up against his belly. With a slow smirk, I licked my fingers and brought them down to his crown, just like he'd done to me before. He squealed when I finally touched him to tease his glans before dropping down to stroke the base with quick, hard twists of my wrist. Levi was utterly caught in the throes of passion, whispering curses and praise and commands on a seductive loop—and god, seeing him like this was the greatest pleasure of all. He leaned back, his back arching deliciously on my lap, chest adorned with tight pink tips on tempting display. His hands curled against my thighs behind his ass and he threw his hips up, rolling them on top before taking me back in again wholly, making loud cries rip from both of our throats.

"I-I," he whispered, "Keep going, please, just like this. Ah yes, Eren, right there, you're hitting it. Oh fuck, this is so good—!"

With a shudder and a long moan, he came all over his stomach and chest. His orgasm made him squeeze tightly around me, drawing my own climax with an intensity that made my hips buck up into his and my toes curl in on themselves. I grabbed his sides almost too hard as we both rid out the waves of orgasm. Finally, Levi rose and I slipped out of him with a wet pop. He fell beside me on the bed, panting just as hard as I did.

"God, Levi. Can you get any more perfect than this?" I asked dreamily while turning around to pull him in for a kiss.

He chuckled against my lips, "Oh, you have no idea."

That evening, I decided to pick Levi up from home and take him somewhere. Somewhere nice. Somewhere romantic, somewhere that wasn't my room. Holing up with him at my place and moving between various surfaces and the bath all day was lovely, but tonight, I had the strongest feeling we needed to go to some place else for a change. Levi had told me where he lived back on our first date, and luckily, I found the address with ease. Now all that was left to do was hope that he wouldn't be annoyed or bothered by my surprise visit. After I'd parked my truck on a spot designated for visitors, I found the front door to his apartment complex open and took the elevator up to the fourth floor. When the sliding doors opened and I stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, a sudden wave of nerves hit me squarely in the stomach. It would be the first time I'd get to meet his family—provided they were home—and for some reason, I hadn't really taken that tiny little fact into consideration when I came up with the glorious idea to surprise him with a spontaneous date pick up. For a minute, I stopped in my tracks and thought this through. Was I going too far? It was Levi's right to have a say in when I'd get to meet his family, but then again, it wasn't like we were officially dating, right? Nobody knew about the relationship we had. It was a secret, at least for now. I bit my lip as I took another reluctant step forward. There was a weird feeling in my belly, as if I was about to do something I shouldn't. However, I was here already, wasn't I? What bad could happen if a guy from Levi's school came to pick him up at—I checked my watch—half past seven at night? We could just hang out after all, meet up with others, whatever. It was fine. Plus, Levi might actually like it if I came by out of nowhere to carry him off on a date. My confidence restored, I squared my shoulders with a deep breath and walked down the hallway until I got to apartment 412. There was a silver name plate beside the dark wooden door reading 'Ackerman' and a small door wreath bound with light green ribbons. It was stupid, but the little sign dangling from the wreath saying 'Welcome' made me feel even more certain about what I was about to do. I brushed a surprisingly steady hand through the mop of chocolate colored hair on my head in a (vain) attempt to tame it and even straightened the creases out of my shirt. I shook my head with a grin when I realized how silly I was acting. It was not like I was about to ask Levi's family for his hand in marriage, I really ought to get a grip on myself here. I rose a hand and pressed the doorbell, before I quickly took a step back and waited. There were muffled voices from inside, but I couldn't make out a single word they were saying. I suppressed the urge to shuffle my feet when nerves struck once again in a last minute attack.

No. I had this. No need to panic.

Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal a distressed-looking man wearing loose slacks and a disheveled white dress shirt. He was holding a beer can, his long hair unkempt, his thin moustache askew. He lifted a dark eyebrow at me before giving me a thorough once over.

"Yes?" He said.

"Uhm, hi... I'm Eren Jeager, a friend of Levi's from school. Is he home, by any chance?"

The man stared me down in a way that made my toes curl inside my Chucks. Damn, this guy had something sinister about him. I didn't know who he was, but his attitude made me want to bundle Levi up in my arms and hijack him from this place.

The man made no move to answer. Instead, he took a long gulp from his beer before continuing to gawk at me as if I had personally wronged him by turning up on his doorstep.

"Well, uh... Levi? Is he here? I came to pick him up," I said uncertainly. Geez, what the hell was wrong with his man?

Then, everything happened incredibly fast. I watched as some kind of realization hit him, his features taken over by something that seemed like anger and annoyance. He took a determined step in my direction and I wanted to pat myself on the shoulder for holding my own and not shrinking away from his demeaning presence. His eyes narrowed into slits and he pulled the door shut behind him. Whatever it was that was about to happen now, I knew for a fact I wasn't ready for it.

"A friend from school, huh?" He sneered, "Are you the friend who's responsible for making my nephew believe he was born a fucking faggot?"

I choked on air. My chest constricted painfully at his words, and I felt a frantic surge of nausea take over my senses. What I'd just heard... Had he really just said that? And this was Levi's uncle? I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

It took me a moment to recuperate from the shock his hateful remark had triggered, but when I did, I had the hardest time keeping the rage that was speeding through my entire body out of my voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said in a cold, unwavering tone that surprised even me, "Though I assure you, your nephew is not a faggot."

"You little shit," he huffed, "I don't give a fucking shit about what you assure me of, boy. As long as I'm around, Levi will not go out with pretty boys like you to get himself fucked in the ass. You might have succeeded at putting this shit in his head, but he is a man, not some pussy you can fuck for your entertainment. What you'll do now is turn around and leave. You're not welcome here. Get the fuck lost."

While he'd spoken, he'd continued to come closer, crowding me until I was backed up against the railing behind me. He might be a member of Levi's family, but I wouldn't leave here without a fight. Not after he'd delivered that speech. Needless to say, I didn't want this to get physical, but chickening out and running was out of the question. Levi was special; extraordinary in every sense of the word, and I'd not stand back while someone went ahead and insulted him in front of me. Not even if it was his own uncle. Internally, I was readying myself for a fight. I opened my mouth to let that stupid ass have it, but I was cut off mid-sentence when the door swung open with a force that made the wood collide with the wall behind it. My eyes locked on Levi's—which were wide open with unmistakable horror—and then he was beside me, stepping in between his uncle and me to break us apart.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He yelled, his stare moving from me to his uncle and back in quick succession.

His uncle was breathing hard, his face red with fury. He'd spilled a good amount of beer on the floor while tackling me.

"This friend of yours," he spat at Levi, "Has come to pick you up to do whatever perverse, gay shit you're doing with boys like him. What the fuck is wrong with you, Levi? What did you not understand about 'you're not allowed to meet guys outside of school'? Who is this anyway, eh? Don't tell me this is your boyfriend?"

The man made another step forward but Levi kept him at a safe distance by pushing him back with a hand to his chest.

"Fuck, no!" Levi hissed, "He's not my boyfriend, okay? He's just... Someone I know from school. Can you calm the fuck down now? He's just here for a school project. Or what, am I not allowed to do homework now either?"

Levi's uncle clicked his tongue in disgust and smacked his nephew's hand away from his chest. He still seemed to be enraged, but at least he stuck to his side of the hallway and refrained from going at my throat again.

"I have my eye on you, Levi. You better not have lied to me about this, or I swear you'll live to regret it. Now get your stuff and go do your homework. I expect you back within three hours, and don't even think about overstaying your curfew. I'll lock you up until you're thirty if you do, I don't fucking care. As for you," he said, locking red-lined eyes with me, "I know who you are, Eren Jeager. You better watch out."

With that, he gulped down the rest of his beer and made a show of crumpling the can in his palm. His eyes bore into mine as he took another step in my direction and threw the dented can down in front of my feet. He leveled another punishing stare at Levi before he turned on his heel and stepped through the open door back into the apartment. Levi and I exhaled on a long breath as soon as he was out of sight. He didn't look at me as he followed his uncle back into the apartment. A few moments later, he returned with his bag and a denim jacket in hand. Slamming the door, he rushed down the hallway, heading straight for the stairs instead of the elevator. He didn't say anything to me, not one word. My anger was slowly subsiding, but the emptiness it left behind was immediately replaced by fear for Levi's reaction to my little stunt back there.

I cleared my throat nervously, watching my step as I tried to keep up with him on his mad dash down the stairway.

"Levi, listen... I'm sorry. I didn't know—"

"Shut up," he cut me off, "Just shut up. I can't talk to you right now."