Day 2: Dirty Talk/Begging
"Your turn," Levi smirked.
He was very aware of Eren's still heavy breathing from when it had been Levi's turn just a few seconds ago, his skin flushed with color and his emerald eyes blazing. Fishing out this old 'Lover's Game' from the very bottom drawer of the dresser in the bedroom had been a foolish idea. The couple had been content with letting the silly board game gather dust ever since they'd gotten it as a gift from Hanji for their two-year anniversary. As if they'd ever play a game that made you strip to 'Careless Whisper' or do something equally embarrassing like put on some stupid neon mankini to get your partner hot with. It was ridiculous. Needless to say, they had never touched it.
But tonight, well... Tonight had been different.
It was the wine. It had to be the wine. Levi was sure he'd made his first mistake of the night in allowing Eren to open the second bottle of Cabernet, and the good year too. When they'd both lazed on the couch, full wine glasses in hand, and Eren had had that glorious idea of giving the 'Lover's Game' a try because it had been a gift, right—and it would be rude not to check it out once at least, Levi had agreed. Agreeing to that had definitely been Levi's second mistake that night.
Now they were seated on the bed only wearing their boxers because the first few tasks the game had to offer was to lose their clothes in all ways imaginable. Eren had chuckled in this adorable way of his when Levi had lost another round after that, and had to wear an enclosed nipple clamp for two rounds, leaving his left nipple tinted in a gorgeous shade of scarlet. The older man had suffered through the task, trying his hardest not to let it show how this was actually much more arousing than embarrassing. Now, it was Eren's turn, and Levi felt a jolt of excitement as he watched the younger pick up the card containing his next assignment.
"Make your lover hard and dripping without touching him," Eren read out, a seductive smile tugging on his lips while he did.
Levi's toes curled against the mattress, his heartbeat picking up until the muscle was steadily thrumming against his ribcage. He was dying to see how Eren would pull that one off. The brunette put the card down and stretched his lean, tan body leisurely, throwing a hot look in his boyfriend's direction.
"I wonder how I'm going to get you all wet and messy if there's no touching allowed," he drawled, licking his bottom lip.
Levi was momentarily stunned into silence, only able to shrug noncommittally, as if all of this was not driving him fucking crazy. Just when had Eren grown into this whirlwind of sex and temptation?
Eren maintained eye contact—damn fierce eye contact—his vivid greens boring into Levi's grays with unmistakable hunger setting them alight from the inside. The younger felt Levi's gaze on him, the way it raked over his face down the length of his body, which was trembling with anticipation.
Oh yes. He'd make this so good for Levi. So good.
Smiling lazily, he brought the gracile wine glass to his lips, taking a generous sip and tilting his head back to let the liquid find its way around his mouth. The taste was divine. The red wine left Eren's slightly parted lips stained with dainty specks of claret.
Levi bit his lip and fought the urge to avert his gaze. If he got turned on from watching Eren play with his wine alone, he'd make this too damn easy for him. No, he'd make the cheeky shit work for it. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back against the bedframe and fixed observant eyes on the brunette. There was a steady heat coursing through Levi's body—Eren was only wearing boxers after all, and if there was something getting Levi all hot for it, it was this fucking perfect bronze body lounging in flawless white sheets—but he chose to ignore it for now, only focusing on his young boyfriend and what he planned on doing without touching.
"Well? I am waiting," he teased.
Eren chuckled and licked a few drops of red from his bottom lip, before twisting the glass in his hand, never averting his eyes from Levi's. He was trying to hide it, but Eren knew how turned on he was, how excited for more. For Eren, it was there in plain sight. With the way he was attuned to Levi, it was easy to see right through him. The expression the raven would wear in a few minutes was enough to make Eren get a move on. He put the wine glass on the floor and laid back, lifting his pelvis to slip his boxers down along the tone curve of his ass, and then over his long legs. He gasped when the cool air touched his hot flesh and danced over his half-hard cock. He felt Levi's gaze on him, eating him up, and turned his head in his direction to wink at him.
"Like what you see?" He whispered, his eyes flashing.
"Mmh yes," Levi said. "Go on."
Eren hooked his index finger in his discarded pair of boxers and got on all fours, rounding the board game between them and crawling up to the watchful raven.
"No touching," Levi reiterated, his Adam's apple bobbing with a heavy gulp.
"Don't worry, I know the rules," Eren smiled longingly, "I'll only be touching myself. For you."
A small hiss escaped Levi then, and Eren shuddered at the noise. He crept closer, careful not to touch any part of that glorious pale skin, and reached up towards Levi's face, the bunched up boxer briefs in hand. The brunette dangled the piece of clothing in front of his boyfriend's face like a tasty treat, knowing exactly how fucking hot the raven got from the scent alone. He was a scent person after all, through and through, and Eren loved taking advantage of that fact on every occasion. The younger covered another inch, the boxers now brushing Levi's nose.
"Fuck," Levi rasped. "Just... Fuck."
Eren trembled at the raven's unbridled reaction to his worn underwear. God, just watching his little clean freak getting turned on by something dirty like used underwear was enough to shoot another shockwave of hot arousal straight down to the brunette's throbbing cock.
"Do you want it, Levi? Do you want to smell me? Taste me on them?"
Levi's eyes fell closed for a short moment, before he opened them to pin Eren's belligerent gaze with his own.
"Fuck yes," he said on a small groan. "I want it. I want to shove my face in them—long and hard—and lick at every little trace you left behind."
"Goddammit," Eren breathed, the curse followed by a harsh gasp. "Look. Look at what you're doing to me."
The brunette sat back on his feet, head tilted back, his heavy cock on display between his spread thighs. Levi lifted one hand to touch that gloriously flushed flesh curling up against his boyfriend's stomach, but dropped it again when he remembered he wasn't allowed to. No touching, right?
Eren brushed the boxers down along Levi's neck, listening to his low growls, before laying them over a muscular shoulder to leave them there. The tremble that went through the older man was addictive to watch.
Eren placed his hand over his lips and opened them to lick a wet stripe from his palm to the tips of his fingers. When his slicked hand dropped down to tease his pink tip, he moaned Levi's name while he rocked his hips further into his hand.
"Ah, so good," he whispered, his eyes wild and glassy, "Tell me what you want me to do for you."
Levi settled back against the bed, his legs falling open, one hand tracing a line along his thigh to keep from jerking off right then to the sight of the willing brunette. He angled his head against his shoulder, rubbing his cheek into the soft material of Eren's boxers and sighing softly when the scent made his blood heat up.
"Play with your nipples. Squeeze until they are all hard for me to suck them raw," Levi commanded, his eyes lighting up with the mental image.
With a slow moan, Eren left his cock to twist one nipple between his fingers. The sensation was heavenly, but Levi wanted more, and he was dead set on delivering. So he twisted harder, squeezed and tugged until his back arched and his toes curled against the soft sheets. He added a second hand to his other nipple, repeating the same touch, watching as the soft flesh turned red and swollen. How he wished it was Levi doing this for him, because fuck, Levi knew just where to touch; knew exactly what to do to get Eren off with mind-boggling intensity.
"Look at them, getting all ready for me to taste," Levi crooned, suddenly so close to Eren's ear that the brunette felt his warm breath whispering over his neck, raising goose bumps in its wake.
"Ahhh, I—I want you to touch me so bad," Eren breathed in a moment of weakness, before he got a grip on himself and squared his shoulders. This was still a game, and Eren didn't want to give Levi the satisfaction of winning—especially not because he wasn't able to get through one stupid round without begging to be fucked. That wasn't going to happen.
"Get down on all fours," Levi went on, "Show me that tight little ass of yours."
Eren squeezed his eyes shut as he got in position, his breathing turning to shallow pants. His hands trailed back to fill each of them with the full swell of his ass cheeks, spreading them open to show Levi his hole. When the older groaned and shuffled against the bed, Eren knew he liked the view.
"Stuff your fingers in, Eren," Levi husked. "All the way. I want to see your pretty little hole gaping open."
"Damn, Levi," Eren cried. "You're making this so fucking hard for me."
"Yeah, I can see how hard it is for you," Levi chuckled, and Eren fought down the urge to kick his leg back and swat Levi in the side.
Eren groaned and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them until they were nice and wet. He was painfully aware of Levi watching him closely; felt his hot gaze not missing one single move he made. Slowly, he slid one finger into his cleft, massaging the tight muscle into relaxation without slipping inside. The careful probing made him go mad, especially because he knew how much better being stretched open would feel if it were Levi's fingers doing their magic. Just as he was about to slip his index finger inside, Levi stopped him with a click of his tongue. A second later, the small bottle of scented lube flew over the bed to land in front of Eren.
"Use this," Levi whispered softly. "Saliva is not enough to open you up to the extent I want to see you open."
Once again, Eren cursed. He didn't know how long he could stand not being able to touch Levi or be touched by him. The perseverance needed to put up with this was plain torture, and Eren began to seriously question if this damn game was even worth the case of blue balls. He wanted Levi, needed him, right now. It was all that mattered. Sloppily, the brunette slicked his fingers up with the sweet-smelling lube, being generous with the amount. Levi wanted him stretched wide—gaping—so holding back on the slick would probably defeat the purpose. Just the thought of fucking himself open while Levi watched drove a hot bolt of desire and lust down his arched spine.
Eren reached back, not hesitating as he pushed one long finger inside himself and began to move, every inch wrenching a heart-felt cry from his lips. He began to rut back against his fingers, moaning as they slid deeper. Twisting them inside, brushing right against that tight bundle of nerves inside him.
"Look at you," Levi said appreciatively, "Doing so good."
Levi listened to Eren moan again, his head dropping into the sheets as he cried out with each slide. He wasn't being gentle, not at all, instead stretching himself open messily and driven by impatience. It was the perfect show and Levi was enjoying every second of it. His cock was hard and dripping, and had been for quite some time now, meaning Eren had passed his task and the game could move on. But who was Levi to tell him? This was pleasure beyond all bounds, and he'd not be the one to deny himself the sight of his gorgeous boyfriend touching himself for his sake. If only Levi's own patience wasn't wearing so damn thin. The lack of touch was stringing him tight, his hands shaking with the need to fill them with gorgeous, tan skin. What he wanted to do was replace Eren's fingers—two now—with his own and watch as his tight hole spread open to reveal the perfect pink shade Eren wore inside. He was doing so good too, just like Levi had taught him. The position Eren had slipped into wasn't making things any easier for that matter. Face down, ass up—goddamn. How Levi was able to hold back right now, he'd never know. Desire made him grab the boxers and press his face into the fabric, sucking Eren's scent into his system with relish.
"Ahh shit," Eren groaned into the sheets, "Levi, Levi, Levi. Fuck me. Please just... Shove your cock inside me and fuck me raw. I need you, please. I-I c-can't..."
Fuck winning. Fuck this entire game, Eren was done with anything that kept him from feeling Levi fucking him; from his hands all over his body, taking, marking. Almost irritated now, he pushed a third finger into him without being properly ready for it, a sharp cry tearing from his throat when the burning sting settled in his ass and drove hot tears to the corners of his eyes.
Levi's hand was reached out, only one tiny little inch separating him from the curve of Eren's perfect behind. He was going too rough, too fast, hot-headed and impatient as always. Even if Levi couldn't see Eren's face with how it was squished into the mattress, the brunette's body language had told Levi what he'd seen coming—he'd hurt himself with forcing that third finger inside and Levi couldn't possibly sit there and stare while Eren was very close to actually hurting himself.
"N-No!" Eren shouted into the sheet, desperate. He could feel the heat from Levi's hand hovering above his backside, and Eren knew he wanted to soothe the pain away with those little, perfect touches of his. "D-Don't touch me. I-I need to... I w-want to... I want to do this for you. Let me."
Levi dropped his hand, absolutely enraptured by Eren's fervor to please him like this, his erection straining painfully against his boxers and tenting the material in the front. If this was what Eren wanted, he'd damn well get it, and in full.
"Spread your fingers," Levi guided, "Feel them slip in place and then scissor them. You're almost there, Eren. Fuck, you're so beautifully stretched already, just a bit more. I want just a bit more."
Eren's arousal flared again when he heard Levi's voice—smooth as silk—whisper across his rear, instructing him. One hand slipped in between his legs, fingers wrapping around his cock to stroke with quick, hard thrusts. He slammed his ass back against the three fingers embedded inside him and swallowed them up hole, before widening his opening by twisting and spreading them, just like Levi was telling him to do. The stretch was blurring the line between pleasure and pain, but Eren accepted it willingly. He'd be so fucking well prepared for Levi's cock; he'd slip right in place without meeting resistance. Eren was ready, so ready.
"God Eren, yes," Levi moaned, his hand wrapped firmly around his own cock, thumb flicking rapidly over the wet tip as the pressure built, "Just like this, you're so ready and open for me, so deliciously stretched. Fuck, I want to slam in right next to those deft fingers of yours."
That did it. The mental image of feeling Levi sinking into him, squeezing in next to his fingers, drove Eren over the edge, his whole body shuddering violently as he pressed down on his prostate and the subsequent shock forced his orgasm. He trembled as he shot dry, his vision blurring. The tension wiped from his body, he simply let himself fall into the mattress, tears pricking his eyes anew. He moaned, sated and languid, when he felt Levi's weight—finally—covering his back. God, did that feel amazing.
Levi was so proud of his little brat. This was one of the hottest things Levi had ever witnessed in all his years, and the high was still running through him, even after he'd come into his hand from watching Eren. He wrapped his boyfriend in a tight embrace, giving his body heat and taking Eren's in return.
They just laid there, breathing heavily and relishing their afterglow. The game had crashed onto the ground at some point, cards and playing pieces scattered about. Levi rained kisses along Eren's neck and shoulders, breathing him in, ingesting his perfect scent.
"Let's chuck this fucking game," Levi said before nibbling on Eren's neck.
"But you won," Eren replied softly, his voice already heavy with sleep.
"No, actually... You won," Levi breathed against one bronze ear.
"I did?" Eren whispered, a touch of excitement sneaking back into his tone.
"Mhm," Levi breathed against Eren's cheek, listening to the soft sighs the brunette made in response to the light touch. "So, what do you want as a prize?"
"Just hold me. Kiss me, touch me, bite me. Whatever you want," Eren said. "After not being able to feel you through this, I need to recharge for at least two years."