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“Fuck you, Kirschtein.”
Eren Jaeger was fucked. Ironically in both the figurative and literal sense.
On the one hand, there was the misfortune of having made a colossally stupid bet with one Jean Kirschtein involving the two of them racing to get laid ASAP. If he failed that, he would be figuratively fucked.
On the other hand, if he were to succeed in completing the bet, he would well and truly fucked in the most literal sense of the word.
What had initiated such a ridiculous bet? The brunette let out a hiss of a sigh. Unfortunately he only had himself to blame.
Looking around at the city, practically buzzing with its vibrant rush of night-life. The year was 2073 and out of all the changes to have come to the world over the years, probably the most surprising aspect would be the evolution of an extraordinary type of human.
A kind of mutation within certain individual's genes that brought about a change which improves the control of chemistry. Basically...
“A sex deity?” Jean deadpanned, assignment long forgotten as he stared at his friend.
Well, Eren and Jean had always considered themselves to be friends, even if the pair bickered every second of the day.
“Nuh-uh. No way. You're a looney, go home.”
“I could totally do it.”
“Pfft! You? Come on, man.”
“What? What makes you think it wouldn't work?”
“Uh...because it's you?” The ashbrown scoffed.
“Oh fuck you.”
“Eren, be serious.” The taller boy frowned up at his friend. “If you could even have a conversation with one of the deities about sex and walk away with your balls intact, I'd give you a medal myself.”
Eren bristled at the comment, fists clenching by his sides. “Is that a fact?”
“Sure.” Jean murmured absently, his focus returning to his work.
“You're on,” the brunette, pausing for a moment before adding, “asshole.”
“What?” The ashbrown snorted, shaking his head as he scribbled down something in his notebook. “Don't kid, Eren. You'll get your face kicked in before you've even said 'hi'.”
Eren had to agree the likelihood of that comment was pretty high, but the brunette was nothing if not stubborn. “We'll see, won't we?”
Jean glanced up at that, noting the sheepish little smirk on his friend's face. The taller male rolled his eyes in a playful fashion, tapping his pen against the notebook.
“Whatever man.” Jean smirked, scuffing his shoe against the toe of Eren's sneaker. “I want evidence, though.”
“Huh?” The brunette raised an eyebrow, kicking the ashbrown in return. “Like a photo or something?”
Another snort from the ashen-haired youth. He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Photo, video, reliable eye-witness account.” The boy shrugged. “Take your pick.”
Eren swallowed, considering the new information. That would make things a little more difficult, obviously, but he supposed it was only fair.
“Right.” The brunette nodded, mostly to himself. “I will. Easy.”
So far it was anything but easy.
It was all very well and good to announce that you were going on a mission to get yourself well and truly fucked. However achieving that goal would require a partner...and Eren was not having much luck with that.
It wasn't like the so called deities of fornication just roamed the streets like animals. No, they were far classier than that. It wasn't fair really.
Most nights the only sure-fire place to find one was at The Wings Club; once a three storey building that had had the floors removed to create one big room.
Eren had never been inside...and he had never had a reason to until tonight.
The brunette stood looking up at The Wings Club; the one place in the city where he would surely find one of the people 'graced' with being more in touch with their physicality. That was putting it politely, he figured. These guys were practically Gods in the eyes of society. Figures that humanity would choose to idolise such primal driven creatures. Sure, they were just people, human beings just like everybody else. Get one in bed though...good luck ever going back to your old life. Their presence is addicting, get too much and you won't ever look at another person in desire again.
Contracts with such beings usually only lasted a few couplings for this precise reason. Despite the incredible control such powerful creatures could hold over society, they wanted none of it.
Give them a night of passion, affair, wild abandon, and the answer would be yes. A thousand times yes. But only for the night.
Eren sucked in a deep breath, hating the way the air shook as it entered his lungs.
You can do this. You can do this.
“I can do this.”
With one last rushing exhale, the brunette took the first step towards the club.
“I can't do this.”
Despite the rumours, the tales spread about this fantastical place, Eren couldn't quite believe the sights that met his eyes.
Bodies writhed both on and off of the dance floors, the throbbing music so loud that Eren was sure that he could feel his heartbeat matching pace with the heavy beat shaking the walls. His whole body tingled with the pulsing beat and Eren had to distract himself for a moment, choosing to look around.
Stairs wound their way up the walls to floating dance floors and everywhere dancers performed in swinging cages or atop enormous stone columns. The only colours present were black or white paint, with red lights in the black painted areas and blue lights in the places painted white.
It was a god colour combination, but Eren was more than a little distracted by the various torture devices that hung over behind the bar. He had to remind himself that nobody would attack him with anything in this place unless of course he expressly asked for it. That was a rule he knew he could rely on, places like this one were about pleasure and trust, not pain or fear.
Relax.
The buzz of his mobile was actually a relief, pulling the brunette from his increasingly distressed thoughts. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the phone, frowning at the name displayed on the screen.
Horseface.
What would Jean be doing texting him? Shrugging mentally, the boy swiped his thumb across the screen of the device and read through the message.
Yo Eren, sorry to say this but our conversation from earlier...might have escalated.
The brunette could feel himself frowning, wondering at the meaning of Jean's words. This couldn't be good. Feeling his frown growing steadily, the boy replied with the one word floating in his mind.
What?
Apparently the ashbrown had been expecting him to reply, or at least waiting for it, because it took only a matter of seconds for Jean to reply.
You remember the frat thing?
A full-blown scowl took over the youth's face. Boy did Eren remember the frat thing. College rituals sucked.
Yeah. What about it?
New challenge. We gotta get laid. By Monday. Or else no dice.
Of course. Of course Jean would tell someone about their bet. Their stupid, ridiculous, probably doomed from the start bet.
“Unbelievable.” Eren hissed under his breath, stabbing out his next words a little more aggressively than was strictly necessary.
You fucking had to open your big mouth, didn't you?
Meh. It'll make things interesting. See you Monday. Don't forget your 'evidence'. Photo, video, whatever just so long as it proves you did it. Later.
“I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him.”
But there would be plenty of time for those murderous thoughts later, for now...Eren had a bet to win.
Hopefully.
Unless of course Jean was right and he got his face kicked in.
Which was just as likely at this point.
Fuck.
It was the precise moment that Eren turned then that he spotted him; a surprisingly youthful looking man dressed entirely in black sitting at a VIP table over at the other side of the room. Black hair parted a little off centre, undercut, lean, angular features and practically vicious eyes that reminded Eren of staring down the barrel of a gun. Leather pants clung to the man's legs in a way that Eren decided should be instantly made illegal if his heart wanted to keep beating. Eren didn't even bother classifying the strip of material that was supposed to be a shirt as a proper item of clothing. The black piece of cloth stretched across, barely covering the raven's chest, leaving everything from his lower ribs, navel and abdomen bare. Loose silver chain-mail hung from the black strip of material, but the metal did little to cover up the expanse of milky white skin.
Oh yes...he was definitely one of them. How did Eren know? Well, other than the sudden urge to climb into the man's lap...there was the group at his table. All of them wearing the same emblem on their clothes; a pair of crossed over wings, one black and the other white, both outlined in gold. Similar to the club's own logo; a woman representing half of a devil's figure and half of an angel's. If Eren had been less anxious about approaching the table, he might have thought more about the similarities in the two images. As it was, he was too busy growing increasingly nervous with each step he took.
Before he knew it, the brunette was pausing by the table.
“Um...”
Every set of eyes at the table turned to him except for one. The grey eyes of the raven-haired man were trained somewhere in the distance, across the room where the dancers were cheering for some reason that Eren did not know. He didn't care.
“Are you alright?”
It was a woman's voice that broke the boy from his frozen state and he shook his head a little to clear it.
“Yeah, uh...h-hi.”
The brown-haired woman smiled, sliding her glasses up her nose to better look at him. “Are you lost, dear?”
“No, I...I was just wondering if your...your friend-” Eren's words stuck in his throat when silver-flecked orbs swivelled over to look at him at last.
The man didn't move from his languid sprawl, leaning against the table. He didn't move anything other those piercing eyes and they roamed his body once before looking away again.
Eren couldn't help but feel as though he was being judged and moments later, his suspicions were confirmed. Nine words were all it took.
“I'm not looking for any service from your kind.”
The words didn't quite sink in as Eren was transfixed by the man's voice for a long moment. The brunette stood there, mouth slightly ajar. If velvet could speak, then this man had it nailed; voice warm, deep but soft, kind of quiet and lacking most tone and yet Eren couldn't help but lean in a little just to listen.
And then the raven's sentence started to sink in. Frowning a little, the brunette wondered what the raven meant.
“My kind?” He repeated, tone questioning.
“He means whores.” One of the other men spoke up, gesturing first to Eren and then to one of the groups of people writhing about on the sofas.
Eren's eyebrows shot skywards and he took a quick glance at his attire. He winced. He hadn't really thought when he'd pulled on those jeans...charcoal grey and decidedly tighter than necessary. He did look a little like a hooker.
Shit. Okay, so maybe he looked like a hooker but that shouldn't mean that these people...that this guy could just talk down to him.
“I'm not a whore. Geez, get off your high horse.”
The words had come out a little more clipped than Eren had intended and he almost regretted them when those gunmetal eyes swivelled back over to him. There was a frown almost creasing the man's thin brows.
“You don't work here then?” The raven asked, looking suspicious.
“What? No!”
One brow arched up. “Then what the fuck do you want from me?”
The surprise in that smooth voice came as a shock to the brunette. Wasn't it obvious what he wanted? The chances of rejection were high and Eren opted for honesty and a quick retreat.
“Well...I was going to offer my services,” the boy trailed off after emphasising the word to make sure that the raven knew exactly what he meant, “but you're clearly not in the mood for fraternising with 'whores'.” Eren shrugged, taking another look at his clothes. “Thanks for that, I'll have to work on my wardrobe.”
The brunette turned on his heel and had made it a whole stride away from the table when the sharp voice called out, stopping him in his tracks with but a word.
“Wait.”
That one word, one stern syllable, had the boy planting his feet. There was authority in that tone, a commanding presence that the brunette had no hope of ignoring.
Eren turned back, raising an eyebrow. The raven-haired man regarded him in a sidelong glance, critical grey orbs roving over the boy, up, down and back up.
“What the fuck would a kid like you be doing in a place like this?”
Assuming that honesty would be the best way to go, whether this exchange went well or horribly awry, the boy took a deep breath.
“I was...looking for someone like you.”
Steel eyes widened infinitesimally and then the man was turning in his seat. The raven swivelled his body to face the boy, straightening out of his casual posture.
It was like an entirely different person sat before him now, pupils seeming to narrow even as they dilated. There was still suspicion hanging sharp in those grey orbs, but interest was clear in them as well.
Suddenly chasing down a notorious sex deity seemed a lot more like being cornered by a wolf. No...not a wolf...more like a panther, lazy and ready to pounce at any second and tear him to shreds.
And then the panther spoke. “You have sixty seconds to tell me your name, age and one good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass out the door.”
Eren had to blink a few times to shoo away the cat imagery.
“Sir?” One of the company, a woman with chestnut hair that fell to a little above her shoulder, stepped forward. Her tone was concerned.
“Hush, Petra.” The raven murmured, flicking his wrist at her dismissively. “Let me have my fun.”
“But after the last one-”
“Enough.” He muttered, voice almost dangerously low before he looked back to Eren. “Speak.”
The raven's steely eyes had never left the boy and it took Eren a moment to realise that he was being addressed.
“U-Uh...Eren. I-I'm 21 and...” the brunette paused, panicking as he racked his brain for something to impress the man with. And then it hit him, the one thing that could make him a game changer, “...and there's just about nothing that you could do to me that I couldn't recover from.”
True to his word, Eren was a remarkably versatile human being when it came to what he could withstand. Rarely sick and unusually quick to recover from physical injury. Of course, he had never considered this as a virtue to make use of in sexual escapades. Now though...it might just be his saving grace.
Intrigue lit up the raven's grey eyes and he leaned forward a little.
“Hoh?” The smaller male made an intrigued sound, resting his elbows on his knees. “Don't bargain with what you don't have, brat.”
“I'm not lying.”
Those sharp eyes flashed, perhaps in challenge, perhaps in thought of what this new information could grant the man, and then he spoke to the others around his table.
“A moment alone, if you would.”
Eren wasn't sure what he could feel tingling its way up his spine, hope, fear, anticipation, or more probably a mixture of the three.
The chestnut-haired girl stepped forward. “Sir, please reconsider-”
“Leave us.”
One by one the others at the table filed off, slipping away into the crowd until only the girl, Petra apparently, was left.
She sighed. “Don't do anything rash.”
And then she too was gone, ducking away between a group of passing youths. Eren swallowed nervously at the look of intrigue he was receiving from the raven-haired man.
“So, brat...” the man's voice came out in a low purr of a sound and Eren was reminded of his velvet analogy, “...you have my attention. Talk. Do you have any boundaries? Rules? If so, state them now.”
The brunette wasn't sure if he even had any rules, he was hard pressed to think of anything he wouldn't want this man to do to him, but there was something he would like to know.
“Wh-What's your name?”
Apparently that question hadn't even crossed the other male's mind as he blinked once, twice, three times before answering.
“Levi.”
In the end, his task was a lot easier than anyone expected. The convincing ended after the first time their lips met and after that the night was a blur of rushed movements and hastily passing time. It was like someone had hit the fast forward button and Eren was experiencing everything at 1.5x speed.
Levi needed no convincing at all to take the brunette to his home (and thank God because Eren's own home happened to be a messy house that he shared with four other people) and the night became a task of following commands. Move. Get in the car. Come here. Kiss me. Sit down. Turn over.
The pair practically fell into the raven's car, barely separating long enough for the smaller male to drag Eren into the vehicle after him, growling the word 'home' at the driver as he pulled the brunette into his lap.
Eren was only vaguely aware of getting in and out of the car, the trip was lost in the midst of hasty kisses and the exquisite tingling of his skin as Levi licked, sucked and bit his way from the brunette's jaw, down his neck and back again, over and over. Eren's head lolled to one side to grant the raven easy access, his skin growing more sensitive under the attention of the raven's lips, tongue and teeth.
The boy recalled stumbling out of the car, looking up at the enormous tower that stood before them, stretching up into the night. The building appeared to be black in colour and it reflected the lights from the billboards around until it was almost as if the building itself was glowing, lit up from the inside by refracting rainbow lights.
It was beautiful, sure, but even such a marvellous structure was no match for the sight heading towards Eren from the car.
Levi had taken only a moment to mention something to the driver, his voice nothing but a low murmur in the back of Eren's mind as the boy had marvelled at his surrounds. Now, though, the black clad man was striding towards the brunette, combat boots connecting with the pavement in muted thuds as he drew nearer, and the raven drew the wide-eyed youth to his side with an arm curling about the boy's waist. Stretching up to kiss the brunette, Levi began to lead him into the building step by step, the raven moving backwards and coaxing the boy to follow with playful little kisses, mouthing at the corner of Eren's mouth and sucking on his bottom lip.
The elevator was an adventure and a half, and all Eren could really remember about it was the feeling of the smaller male holding him up when the brunette had practically jumped at him, legs wrapping about the raven's hips. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Eren marvelled at the smaller man's strength as he managed not only to hold the boy up without even a moment's hesitation, but somehow still maintain his control over the boy. Both hands busy keeping Eren up and steady, Levi commanded the kiss effortlessly, nipping the brunette's lips to keep him in line. One hand tight around the boy's lower back and the other wrapped beneath Eren's thighs where they met his ass, the raven launched the pair out of the lift seconds after the chime sounded in their ears.
The merry jingle seemed to echo in the brunette's mind as time seemed to slow for the longest moment when he managed to look away from Levi to see where they were as he was set on his feet.
It was dark and the raven didn't bother to turn on any lights as he moved forward, tugging off his boots, but the light from the elevator cast golden rays over the space. The boy caught a glimpse of a black granite counter top, perhaps a kitchenette, as he hurried to remove his own shoes. He certainly didn't want to upset the raven-haired man by breaking any unspoken rules. There were shapes of sofas at what must have been the beginning of a living room but the area beyond that held only darkness. There seemed to be quite the lack of walls separating rooms; everything joined into the one large space. All except for the raven's bedroom, one of the only rooms that was properly closed off from the rest of the apartment.
A flickering of warm light caught Eren's attention and he looked over just in time to see the raven lighting a second candle. The smaller man smirked over at the boy as he strode about, lighting a total of seven candles about the room, and suddenly the brunette could make out proper detail.
“Holy shit...”
The breath of a whisper escaped Eren's lips and he shivered upon hearing a low chuckle by his ear.
It was like walking into a dungeon, quite literally. Dark stone lined the walls, the floor felt cushioned beneath the boy's shoes and the whole room was dominated by a ridiculously large bed situated in the middle of the farthest wall. Eren had never considered himself a fan of canopy beds until that moment, looking at the gold metal of the bedposts holding up the curtains draped like a tent high above the mattress. Like a cloth chandelier; the charcoal material was elegant, decorated with bronze and gold coloured ropes with tasselled ends.
And there ended the sightseeing, for after only a few moments Eren found himself being pushed forward. He managed to spin himself around before they reached the bed, feeling the backs of his knees hit the mattress and gravity shifted as he let himself fall back.
Somewhere in the brief moments of Eren's distraction the raven had lost his shirt. That made Eren's situation seem a whole lot realer as he found the now shirtless male hovering over him with an almost terrifying look of primal hunger etched on his face.
There was a spike of panic that shot its way up the brunette's spine and he opened his mouth to voice his uncertainty, but the second his lips parted the raven dove in to kiss him. The tongue that slid into his mouth was hot, and the boy made a soft sound at the gentle flavour that came with the probing muscle. He didn't even try to fight for dominance, surrendering to the searching play. Hands wandered and Eren was vaguely aware of supple fingers working free the buttons of his shirt, but he was more than a little distracted by the way Levi was sucking on his tongue and grinding his hips in a delicious circle against the brunette's still clothed arousal.
“Jesus...” The boy gasped when they finally parted for air.
His shaking hands were guided down to the raven's belt and teal eyes were held by eyes that seemed liquid silver with flecks of gold in the candlelight.
“Give me everything?”
The sound of the raven's voice shocked Eren, so clear despite the man's blown pupils and the hard ridge of his cock pressing against the brunette's through their pants.
It was undeniably a question; Levi wanted to know just how far Eren would go in this one night. Or was there something more to that question.
“Eren...”
“Y-Yes!” The boy found himself agreeing, gasping out the words as Levi tugged his jeans down, bringing a rush of cool air as his underwear went with them.
The raven leaned in, ducking his head to mouth at the boy's collar bones, nipping at the flushed skin. “Are you sure? Your body? Mouth?”
“I...” Eren hesitated, trying to remember to breathe as Levi darted up to kiss him.
“You'd give those to me?” The raven murmured against the boy's mouth.
The smaller male ducked lower, teeth nipping from jaw to chest where he bit at Eren's left nipple, soothing over with his tongue when the boy yelped.
“Will you give me your heart?”
Another bite, another soothing lick, and Eren had to wonder how the fuck Levi had gotten his own pants off without the boy noticing because suddenly the brunette realised that the man working his way down his body was so incredibly naked.
He barely even registered the raven's next words as they drifted up to reach his ears, barely a whisper.
“Your soul..?”
“Yes...everything, God please-!”
Eren's voice cut off in a high pitched gasp as the raven licked a hot trail from his testicles to the head of his cock, a low and languid chuckle sounding in Levi's throat.
“Good boy.”
The brunette's cock twitched at the words and Eren wondered if he was developing a praise kink. Levi sure seemed to think so, smirking away before he sank his lips over the boy's weeping cock again, taking him in until Eren felt his cockhead bump against the back of the raven's throat and the smaller male swallowed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Just as suddenly the amazing sensation was gone and Levi gave a low hum.
“Turn over.”
Eren couldn't move fast enough, scrambling to roll onto his stomach as the raven's soft laughter whispered against his skin. Moments later his lips followed, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the brunette's spine.
The sensation of Levi pressed against his back coupled with the hand that slid around to stroke his cock had Eren in a state of heated confusion, caught between bucking his hips into the hand toying with him or pressing back against the warmth behind him. He whined, praying that the sound conveyed his desperation to Levi.
It did, and Eren held back a protesting cry as the man moved away when the boy realised that the raven was only going to the nightstand. The brunette watched the smaller man toss a tube back and it landed on the bed with a soft sound. Not pausing to even really think about what he was doing, the boy snatched up the lube and flipped back onto his stomach, coating his fingers with a liberal amount of the stuff and reaching back to push a finger into his ass. He winced, stopping with the first knuckle inserted, and started to stroke himself with his free hand. He had to relax, all good things in time. The distraction of the hands suddenly on his hips certainly helped as he twisted his finger to coat himself evenly.
“God, Eren...aren't you just the impatient little thing?”
Levi's thumbs rubbed firm little circles into Eren's hips as he sat back, shamelessly watching the show that Eren was putting on. Working his way up to two fingers, twisting and scissoring them as the pain subsided. The brunette could feel Levi's breath falling on his back, hot and definitely not as composed as it had been a few minutes ago, and the grip on his hips tensed every so often.
Levi was fighting the urge to both stop the brat's teasing show and just fuck him now, as well as surrendering to touching himself. To combat the urge, he reached in between Eren's legs and rubbed at the skin just before his balls, working his way over the boy's aching testicles purposefully slowly and delighting in the shudder that ran through the youth. Eren was just through working in a third digit when Levi's long fingers teased their way up the underside of the brunette's cock and the boy exhaled in a rush.
The raven chuckled, running a hand along the boy's arm. “Getting close already?” The smaller male clicked his tongue, a playful smirk curving his lips as he bent, kissing along a tanned wrist closer and closer to where Eren's fingers still plunged into his ass. When the raven's tongue started teasing between the boy's fingers, the brunette whined in his throat.
And that was the end of any kind of slow action. The hands that had been playing with him flew to Eren's hips after pushing the boy's own hand out of the way. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that the raven had already rolled on the condom and was busy coating his cock with a little extra lube. Eren appreciated that; while the initial burn of being filled and stretched was one of the boy's favourite parts of sex, Levi was in no way small. The added precaution was more than welcome and Eren let out a needy whimper when he felt the raven press the head of his cock against his ass.
Levi paused, trembling a little from the effort. Eren frowned and was turning his head to look back at the smaller man when Levi spoke.
“Safe word.” He rasped, hips shifting a little in desperation. “We need a safe word.”
As far gone as the raven already felt, he remembered his rules. He needed his rules, lived and swore by them. Boundaries, safe words, the works if it meant for a healthier coupling.
Eren made a frustrated sound, wracking his brain for something, anything that he could offer that would make Levi stop rubbing his cockhead against his entrance and just fuck him.
“Stop?” He offered.
The raven shook his head, grip on Eren's hips tightening. “You might say that by accident and not mean it. Pick something you would never say during sex.”
“How about fruitloops?”
Levi laughed, a soft huff of a sound, and Eren tried to pay attention to the sound through his lust-filled mind.
“Perfect.”
The brunette keened aloud when the raven thrust forward at last, pushing into him in one slick motion. Twin gasps sounded in the room and Eren had to take a moment to remember to breathe. His ears picked up a soft whispered 'fuck' from the man behind him, trailing open-mouthed kisses over the skin of his back.
Eren couldn't believe how good he felt even without the raven moving. It should have been uncomfortable; at least a little, but all he felt was a delicious warmth and a dull, almost aching pleasure that seemed to hum its way through his body.
The man's thrusts came harsh, sharp and almost erratic in their rapid pace, forcing gasping breaths out of the brunette. His legs trembled and he cried out, yelping, keening, nearly screaming at the pleasure that zapped its way up his spine, curling his toes and making the very tips of his fingers tingle.
Countless profanities fell from both their mouths, some muffled against tanned skin as Levi bit, sucked, licked until Eren was a whining mess. At some point the raven had started stroking the boy's cock, aching and drooling precome, and moments later the brunette was desperately trying to warn the man of his rapidly approaching climax. All the boy managed was a hasty string of mumbled sounds that couldn't really be classified as the English language, but Levi's half-choked moan seconds later told Eren that the smaller male understood.
The hand around his cock slid up to twist around the head, thumbing the slit at the same moment that Levi thrust into Eren's prostate and that was all the brunette could take.
He came so hard that he yelped, hips jerking forward into the hand still stroking him, and his muscles tightened as white-hot pleasure shot up his spine, tingling in the base of his skull. The wanton moans in the room turned out to be his own and Eren might have been embarrassed had he not heard the sin of a sound leaving Levi's lips a second later.
A high, cracking whine that tapered off into desperate panting breaths as the raven thrust into Eren with abandon.
The younger male waited until the raven's thrusts ceased, his legs shaking as Levi pulled out and Eren couldn't hold himself up any longer. He collapsed against the sheets below, the mattress suddenly seeming as soft as a cloud in heaven to the sated youth.
Eren found himself being coaxed over to one side of the bed as the raven pulled the comforter from the bed, disappearing out of the room for a moment. He returned shortly, however, and climbed straight into bed. The brunette watched Levi ducked beneath the sheets, not bothering to search for any pyjamas or even tell Eren to collect his things.
“Should...” Eren took a moment to let his breathing regulate, trying again, “should I...go?”
Levi rolled his head over to look at the boy, arching an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to?”
“Well...it's your place.”
“If you want to stay, then stay.”
The raven rolled onto his side, blowing out the candles by his face and settling back down with his back facing the boy, and in moments his breathing had evened out. Eren wasn't surprised; he felt like his eyes would betray him and slip shut at any moment, but he didn't want to overstay his welcome. After all, he had completed his little mission.
The photo.
Cursing silently, Eren scoured the floor, finding his jeans laying beside the bed. Reaching down, he tugged his phone out and brought up the camera quickly. Leaning over slightly after making sure that the flash was off, the brunette gave a little crooked smile and snapped a photo. He sent it to his friend with a caption that read 'fuck you very much'.
Take that Jean.
Tucking the mobile back into the pocket of his pants, Eren glanced back over his shoulder. The bed looked very inviting...as did the man lying there...and he really was so so tired.
Throwing any and all caution to the wind, the brunette leaned over to blow out the remaining candle on his side and slid beneath the sheets, scooting a little closer to the middle before closing his eyes. He nearly squeaked in fright at the hand that snaked around his side and suddenly his side was flush with a warm body.
Not asleep after all, Eren smiled to himself as the smaller man made himself comfortable. An arm thrown over his chest and a leg hooking between his own. It was remarkably comfortable, easy for Eren to slip an arm over the raven's shoulders, surprisingly so. Not in the sense that Eren was physically comfortable, which he was, but...he felt no lingering awkwardness despite the feeling that he was currently tangled up with a man he had only met that night. It was strange...not quite a natural kind of comfort...more like it seemed familiar.
“Goodnight.” Eren found himself murmuring.
The raven-haired man shifted against him. “Mn..g'night, brat.”
With a drowsy little smile, the brunette closed his eyes.
Levi...