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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager
  Series:
      Part 2 of In_The,_At_The
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-27 Words: 7270
****** In the Office, Late at Night ******
by erentitanjaeger
Summary
     Levi wasn’t just watching Eren, he was studying him. He kept his eyes
     on Eren’s face when they kissed (especially for the first time), held
     the boy’s arms down by his side with his own, but still felt the
     boy’s stomach twitch in anticipation and pleasure when he darted his
     tongue in and out of that supple mouth. Pretty soon it wasn’t just
     mutual attraction that kept driving them into a corner together; it
     was the constant need to be around the other.
Notes
     My first fic (on here) and my first ereri fic in all. It wasn't
     supposed to be this long (I say as I tack on another 2000 words).
     It's not very wild or anything but I was just kinda getting a feel of
     how to write the characters. Next time I promise.
Eren was fifteen. Fifteen, and a soldier. He had earned his place, in more ways
than one, in the Scouting Legion. He had taken the responsibility of this new-
found power with very few complaints; knowing that at the end of the day, his
power would mean giant strides towards victory for humanity. He had seen enough
death and gone through enough pain, physical and emotional, to know how to
navigate through most situations he found himself in, the maturity that came
with seeing what he had seen now burned deep into his very bones. But all of
that said, everybody still felt the need to, for lack of a better word, babysit
him.
He realised the need to keep an eye on someone with a power like his, he wasn’t
completely naïve, and for the first few weeks it was almost a relief to be
under the ever watchful eye of his main babysitter, Lance Corporal Levi. He
still felt the pressure, felt like any moment he could fuck up and that’d be
the end of everything. But with Levi there, it meant if he did fuck up, at
least there would be someone who wouldn’t hesitate to take him down.
That was a comfort not a lot of people could give him at the moment.
Yet the fact that, at any moment, he might give his superior an excuse to cut
him into ribbons didn’t really deter how he felt for Levi. At first, he wasn’t
just grateful for Levi’s attention to him, but the chance to be under the wing
of one of his most admired heroes gave Eren a sort of adrenaline rush he didn’t
find when he looked at other people.
Over the weeks, Levi and Eren found their alone times together increasing in
number, increasing in intensity, and for Eren, increasing in awkwardness.
Because as the weeks slowed a bit and he was now able to keep track of the
hours of the day again, he found his admiration for Levi was slowly morphing
into a very strong crush, something Eren wasn’t ready to handle.
But apparently Levi was, and figuring out Eren’s new desire to be around him in
more ways than one didn’t take very long. It took even less time for the
corporal to act on that desire; finding himself very much attracted to the
brunette as well.
Soon Levi wasn’t just watching Eren, he was studying him. He kept his eyes on
Eren’s face when they kissed (especially for the first time), held the boy’s
arms down by his side with his own, but still felt the boy’s stomach twitch in
anticipation and pleasure when he darted his tongue in and out of that supple
mouth. Pretty soon it wasn’t just mutual attraction that kept driving them into
a corner together; it was the constant need to be around the other.
Eren would disagree (probably out of sheer self-consciousness more than
anything) but they both were just as similar to each other as they were
different. Eren had been hurt the same way Levi had, but had a different way of
fighting back, using those feelings to propel him towards his next target. Levi
found himself wishing for another titan attack, simply so he could see Eren in
action, whether he activated his titan power or not.
Amongst many other similarities, Levi found the boy not nearly as annoying to
be around as he had originally thought. It made the whole ‘babysitting’ concept
a lot easier on the both of them.
In the first week of their impending relationship, Eren had felt he got the
kissing thing down, despite having never done it before. Levi was right when he
said pain was the best discipline tool, nipping on Eren’s lip a little too
roughly when the boy used too much tongue, or scraping his nails roughly over
Eren’s shoulder if the idiot moved his head too much. So Eren soon figured out
Levi’s likes and dislikes, but was slightly disappointed when the biting and
scratching had stopped completely.
But it was still babysitting to Eren. He still didn’t like that he couldn’t be
left alone, and missed those times in his training days when he used to wonder
off to think or to practice on his own. He missed hearing his breathing and
nothing else, almost missed how loud and absurd his thoughts could get when
there was no one around to see the thoughts flicker over his eyes. But he knew
if he asked for time to himself, even once, he’d get the exact opposite, so he
committed himself to putting up with the constant company until the right
moment, when he could prove he could be trusted just as much as any other
soldier.
Besides, he found the nights when Levi had paperwork to do almost comforting.
When they found themselves hauled up and alone in his office together with just
their breathing causing the candle between them to flicker. Eren would say he
was grateful for the comfort he felt when he was around Levi, but he knew he’d
feel stupid, and it was also a bit of an understatement.
Nights like those, however, seemed to be becoming fewer and farther between.
Eren discovered that Levi was pawning him off on someone else when he had
paperwork to do. Eren thought it was because Levi was worried Eren was bored
staying up in his office for long hours, but when he sat down and really
thought about it, Levi had never considered his feelings like that before. So
why now?
Eren came to a conclusion pretty quickly, despite how slow he found his thought
train when it came to Levi; the corporal didn’t want to be alone with Eren. And
for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why.
But there came a night when Levi had asked almost everybody in the castle if
they could watch Eren, and to no avail, so they found themselves back where
they had been at the beginning of the month, alone in a dark room together.
Levi on one side of his desk, Eren on the other, pouring over different papers
and trying to sort them as best he could while still tossing around the idea of
asking Levi why he didn’t want to be alone with him anymore.
The idea was becoming less and less appealing as the night wore on.
“I think I hate paper work,” the long silence was finally broken by Levi’s deep
voice. Eren twitched, careful not to smudge what he had been writing, holding
his pen tighter all of a sudden. He would never really admit how much he liked
Levi’s voice, the shear intensity of it made everything he said sound far more
important and worth listening to, even if sometimes it really wasn’t.
“I suppose that’s one of the side effects that comes with being Lance Corporal
of the Scouting Legion,” Eren said back. He was being too formal, Levi would be
able to tell. Then he’d probably ask what was wrong, and Eren would have to
think of some shitty excuse not to ask what he was really thinking. Levi would
see through that as well.
“Maybe,” Levi answered simply, though. He dropped his pen, pushing his back up
higher in his chair a little, stretching his legs under the desk, accidentally
nudging Eren’s foot as he did so. Eren sub-consciously retracted his feet under
his chair.
Levi then stood up suddenly, pushing his shoulders back and stretching out as
many of his muscles as he could manage. Eren tried to not to watch, or at least
tried not to look so interested while he watched. But the thought of all that
pale skin flexing and shifting over taught muscles had Eren’s tongue twitching
in his mouth. He almost hated how much of a pervert he was turning into ever
since they had started going out.
“I haven’t gotten laid in so long.”
The statement had Eren freezing, the paper in front of him suddenly blurring
completely before his eyes and his fingers started to hurt with how tightly he
was holding the pen. He really wasn’t sure what he was expected to say to that.
It almost pissed him off how Levi could say that so nonchalantly, like it
really didn’t matter that he had said something so crass in front of the boy he
was necking every other hour. Eren wasn’t an idiot, and he certainly wasn’t an
innocent, even when it came to sex. He knew sooner or later he’d have to be
ready to take that step with Levi.
What scared him more than the thought of taking that step though, was how
unexpectedly ready he was to take that step.
Eren mumbled something; he really wasn’t even sure what it was himself.
Levi walked to the tea pot in the corner of the room, pouring himself a new cup
and then walking back to his desk, where he turned around and leant against it,
sipping casually while he listened to Eren’s breathing become more and more
ragged. The brat read into anything and everything he said.
“So, Jaeger,” Levi said finally, feeling Eren’s sudden interest in what he had
to say from behind him. “How much of a virgin are you?”
Somehow, Eren didn’t manage to squawk at that. He managed to remain quiet,
though his heartbeat sounded a thousand times louder in his own ears. Thinking
of a good answer, however, was painful. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Levi to
know that any and all sexual experiences he had were with the corporal himself.
“I’m not that much of a virgin,” Eren replied, trying his best to sound as if
the conversation wasn’t bothering him on a level he couldn’t understand. “I
know things at least.”
Yes. That sounded so much better than the truth. No. Not really.
But he wasn’t lying. Of course, Jean and the others had been bragging of their
sexual triumphs ever since they arrived at training. Whether or not Eren chose
to believe half of their ridiculous stories was another thing, but at least he
had learnt something about the ways of the bedroom from listening to them.
At that, Levi set his tea down, pushing himself off the desk and walking around
behind Eren. Eren tried not to feel suddenly so uncomfortable at Levi’s eyes
boring into his back. He really hoped Levi was simply making sure Eren was
doing his work right.
“Really?” Levi said. Eren nodded.
That’s when Eren felt the warm breath on his neck, the slight brush of soft
hair on his cheek, that beautiful profile now so very close to his line of
vision, if he had the nerve to look sideways.
“Prove it,” Levi said simply. “And you spelt ‘titan’ wrong.” Eren could only
spit out a sort of gargled reply; something about having to finish this paper
before going to bed.
For the most part, Eren was confused. He really wouldn’t be so hesitant to get
physical with Levi on any other day, he was actually very eager to go further
with the man. It was what he knew that held him back. How could he give into
Levi’s request if it felt like the very idea of being alone with a titan-
shifter repulsed him? Eren was suddenly very self-conscious of himself. Of his
looks, his build, his age and his talents. He almost hated having Levi as his
boyfriend, knowing the kind of expectations he’d have to live up to.
The next thing Eren knew, Levi’s warm breath was suddenly a lot closer to his
skin, and warm lips were placed carefully in the crook of his neck. His pen
finally gave way to his hold, cracking and breaking under his grip.
“You might be surprised, Jaeger, but I think about you. When we’re not together
I mean.”
It certainly did surprise Eren.
“I think about your body, I’ve seen it enough times when Hanji is examining
you. And I already know where I’ll touch you first when I get you in my bed,”
Levi’s voice didn’t waver; it still had the same drawl and bored tone he used
to talk about anything. But Eren really wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’ve seen your muscles twitch when she touches certain places on your chest, I
know what parts of your neck you really like having bitten. I like thinking
about your voice as well. How loud it’ll get when I’m rocking myself inside of
you, or even watching you try to muffle your screams sounds rather appealing.
We should try both sometime.”
Eren could feel his fingernails digging into his palms as he tried to control
himself at the words Levi was whipsering in his ear. He could feel his
excitement growing, his arousal taking form. He tried to bite it all back. Levi
must be extremely horny to want to hook up with Eren tonight.
“So, Jaeger, what’ll it be? Should I bend you over here? Go back to my room?
Hell, your cell would be fun,” Levi continues to speak, trying to crack Eren of
whatever emotions were spinning around under that fuzzy, brown hair. Eren
finally let out a sound; a very indignant squeak.
Eren stands, his chair falling over with the force of his action, turning
around to face Levi, backing into Levi’s desk where his papers start to crumple
from where his hips meet the wood. Levi simply kicked the chair out of the way.
“I don’t think it’s very appropriate to do stuff like that here,” Eren finally
managed to gasp out. His mind reeling, his blood pumping full force through his
veins. If he’s not careful, he would faint from the sudden anticipation of what
Levi might do to him.
“Fine then. Your room or mine?” Levi inquired. He still sounded bored, but he
was pretty sure Eren wouldn’t even begin to think about noticing the flush on
his cheeks, the way his shoulder were a lot straighter than they normally were,
wound up with sexual tension for the boy in front of him.
“That’s not what I meant!” Eren insisted, suddenly very frustrated with
himself, with Levi, with everything.
“What did you mean then? I’m not doing it in the stables if that’s what you’re
implying.”
“I-Just…” Eren was spluttering now, and Levi was getting closer. He’d have to
make up his mind soon. He’d have to either say something or walk out. Neither
choice was something he was looking forward to. He could just give in. Let Levi
do what he wanted. That sounded great, actually.
Levi stopped, his chest a hair’s breadth apart from the other’s. He looked up
into Eren’s face, seeing every emotion written plainly on the boy’s features.
He didn’t like half of them. But Levi wasn’t cruel enough to take Eren when
there was something so clearly bothering him.
Eren now had his hands up to his face, on the verge of angry and frustrated
tears, wanting to sit on the ground and just cry. He wouldn’t, of course. He
let his hands fall slightly, his expression now solemn. Quietly, hoping Levi
wouldn’t hear him and wouldn’t bother asking him to speak louder, he asked the
painful question.
“Do y- Do I-,” coughing it out was hard, his voice thick with impending tears
if he didn’t clarify this soon. “Do you hate me?”
The room was silent. Eren wouldn’t look away from his hands, from the boots he
could see underneath them. But Levi was busy piecing things together. Why Eren
was suddenly so nervous around him, why the boy didn’t react like he normally
did when Levi demanded a certain kind of attention from him. He had noticed,
obviously, how Levi had been avoiding being alone with him over the past few
weeks.
Eren was sharper than Levi gave him credit for.
“I would call you an idiot but the term seems to be losing all meaning,” Levi
pondered, continuing to watch Eren’s facial and body expressions. Green eyes
finally looked into grey. The tears had abated, thank God, but he was still
wary of the corporal’s final answer.
Levi realised an explanation was in order. He sighed heavily, bargaining with
himself that if he just got this out, maybe Eren would relax and he could
finally hear the boy scream in pleasure.
“Think, Eren.”
Eren was surprised to hear his real name come out of his name, not ‘kid’ or
‘Jaeger’ or even ‘brat’.
“Do I honestly seem like the kind of person to spend so much time with someone
I might hate? You’ve spent enough time with me to know how blunt I can be. I’m
actually rather insulted you haven’t learnt much about me at all, besides how
hard I can bite,” Levi was calm, like he always was.
All this information hit Eren like a titan’s fist in his face, but he was still
having trouble grasping it, believing it. Of course, Levi was right. He
constantly told many of the new recruits, daily, how their ‘pigheadedness would
be the death of us all’, reminded Hanji on a regular basis how she wasn’t far
from the abnormals they fought so hard to destroy. Most of the people in the
Scouting Legion learnt whether Levi truly detested them or not, and learnt to
avoid or interact with him accordingly.
So of course, why would he put up with Eren for so long and so often, if he
didn’t, on some level, enjoy his company. A heavy sigh left Eren’s lips, his
head falling back as he leant heavily against Levi’s desk, waiting for his
idiocy to become apparent to him. And yet…
“So…if you don’t hate me,” Eren tried to think it through first, search for
something obvious before embarrassing himself further. But he was honestly
having trouble seeing it. “Why have you been avoiding me for the past two
weeks?”
“I’ve been avoiding you?” Levi knew perfectly well he had been, but it was fun
to toy with Eren, especially when he was already so riled up.
“Don’t be evasive, you definitely have been! Why do you think I’m in this
position?” Eren was gripping the edge of the desk now, frustration returning to
his features. Though at least this time he knew he wouldn’t feel like crying.
“What position?” Levi continued. “I’ve seen you in every position tonight but
the position I want you in most.” His comments were turning extremely lewd, a
tribute to how sexually frustrated he really was. He felt he had hid it well up
until this point, though he was very quickly throwing caution to the wind.
“Dammit, Captain!” Levi had finally gotten the better of him. The next thing
Eren knew, however, was a lean hand wrapped around his throat, the long fingers
digging into his neck and dark eyes were far too close for comfort.
“I’m only going to say this once: when we’re along, when we’re together like
this, call me by my name. Got it?” Levi was so close now, Eren could smell the
tea coming off his breath as it fanned across his face. It wasn’t just his face
that was close as well, as Eren tried his hardest not to shift, knowing the
added friction to his quickly growing arousal would only make the situation
entirely worse.
Eren swallowed, the sound thick and heavy. He nodded, but Levi’s hand didn’t
leave him, preferring to travel up his neck and into his hair, where Levi
stroked the short strands found at the nape of his neck.
“Y-you still-GU-UH!” Eren was finding it hard to form words now, or even
relevant thoughts. Levi had positioned his knee right between Eren’s legs,
shifting so the strong limb was pushing up against Eren’s quickly forming
arousal. This was odd for Eren. It felt good, yes, but it also felt slightly
weird.
“No one has ever made me hard before,” Eren admitted, quick pants leaving his
mouth, his head now resting on Levi’s shoulder, trying his hardest to think
clearly, to keep the conversation going. Though he was quickly realising how
irrelevant words could be.
“No shit,” Levi spoke, continuing to grind his knee up into Eren’s crotch,
pulling at his hair and nipping at his exposed throat. “Well you better get
used to it. Once you’ve become acquainted with the works of a healthy sex life,
I’m going to make you hard more often than you eat.”
At that, Eren could only grunt in response, trying his hardest not to be too
loud. It was hard though. Levi was reeking mayhem on his cock, he could feel it
swelling in his pants, pushing uncomfortably against the thick cotton they were
assigned to wear.
He found himself pushing down, rubbing himself against Levi’s knee that was
rocking its way up to meet his downward thrusts. Small whimpers left his mouth
as this continued. He didn’t realise when, too preoccupied with what was
happening downstairs, but Levi was somehow infinitely more closer than before.
Their chests were pushed together, Eren now practically gyrating aggressively
on Levi’s thigh, strong muscles wound around a thin chest, dark hair was
tangled with light, lips were touched again and again.
“You still,” Eren panted out, moaning in between the few words he managed to
get out at a time. Levi smirked against Eren’s moist lips. “You still…haven’t
answered…my…question!”
Levi let out a small chuckle, nipping those tasteful lips once, twice, thrice
before threading his fingers in brown locks, his arms hooked under those tense
shoulders, pulling himself even closer to his target and rocking his entire
body against the one that was reacting to anything and everything he did.
“You really are a moron,” Levi whispered huskily, still nipping at Eren’s lips,
not quite kissing them but definitely bruising them up nicely. Eren was trying
his hardest to listen, his own arms wrapped tightly around Levi’s neck, burying
his face into the muscular shoulder of his captain.
“Yes, I’ve been avoiding you,” Levi finally admitted. Eren gasped, partly
because of the confession but mostly because Levi had licked at a generously
sensitive spot on his neck; Eren had learnt that it was one of Levi’s favourite
spots too.
“I’ve been avoiding you because I suddenly found how…intimate…I would like to
be with you,” Levi kept talking, kept kissing and licking and biting on Eren’s
neck. Eren, for the most part, tried his best to listen, but was pretty much
fixed on what Levi’s thigh felt like against his crotch.
“You should be smart enough to know it’d be pretty moronic of the both of us if
we suddenly started running off at every chance to fuck.”
Blatant as ever. He wouldn’t be Levi if he wasn’t, Eren found himself thinking.
“I needed to keep my distance, at least for a time, so I could figure out what
I planned to do with you once we crossed that line.”
Now Eren was confused, he stopped humping Levi’s leg long enough to pull back
and look down into grey eyes, both of them mourning the contact.
“Line, S- uh, Levi?” It felt odd calling Levi by his name. He didn’t think he
had ever said it out loud. Even when he was around other soldiers, Levi had
always been ‘Captain’ up until this point.
“Yes,” Levi said seriously, setting down his foot but keeping a steady grip on
Eren’s body. “There’s a very thick line between comrade and lover. It’s a hard
line to cross with any given corporal, yet somehow you ploughed your way over
it, eyes focused on the prize on the other side. I suppose it didn’t help that
I was pretty much set on you getting over here myself. But once the line is
crossed, it’s merely impossible to go back. I’m not going to start spouting off
some nonsense about ‘risks to our comradery’ and ‘if this doesn’t end well, it
will reflect on the rest of the squad’. Even at your age, I think you’re mature
enough to handle a break up if it happens.”
Eren was gripping on every word Levi said, sorting it all through his sex-
induced brain, trying his hardest to realise what Levi was coming to.
“That said, I wasn’t about to go into this full force. There are still things
we need to discuss, about how to handle it when it comes to other people
asking, or what happens under certain circumstances. There’s also my duty to
consider.”
Eren’s brows furrowed at this. Levi scoffed.
“Don’t think for a second I’ve forgotten my orders. If you go haywire, I have
to be able to take you down without a second thought.”
It was a cold subject to approach, especially considering what was happening at
the moment.
“Are you afraid that you won’t be able to kill me if we get too close?” Eren
asked solemnly, trying to understand that this was important. It might not seem
like it at the moment, but humanity always had to come before their personal
feelings for each other. If Eren was a danger to humanity and it’s progress
against the titans, he’d go out with as little resistance as he was capable of.
At that, Levi pressed his knee back up in Eren’s crotch, shoving at the muscle
harshly and scowling at the boy pinned against his desk. Eren bit down onto
Levi’s shoulder to muffle his pained screams. That would’ve hurt, aroused or
not.
“Don’t think so lowly of me, Brat!” Eren coughed, breathing through the dull,
painful throb in his cock. He refused to admit that that little charade had
only made him harder. He was slowly morphing into a masochist.
“I’ll cut you down whether we’re emotionally attached or not,” Levi stated.
From the depth of his voice, Eren sincerely believed him. Then Levi’s face grew
soft, his bored expression left him for one of mourning, as if he was grieving
a loss that hadn’t come yet.
“But if I do have to cut you down, or even if I simply cut you out of your
titan form’s neck,” Levi’s words were gentle, as was the fingertips now tracing
Eren’s lips. His grey eyes were filled with remorse at himself, and at those he
would disappoint. “I’m more worried what it might do to you. You’re not nearly
as emotionally stable as I am. You’ve seen people die, seen how titans eat our
kind. You’ve lost comrades and relatives and friends. Yet you haven’t accepted
that it will happen again.”
When Eren looked into Levi’s eyes, really looked, he could see the infinite
truth Levi had spoken. He then realised that Levi knew a lot of truths, ones
that he wouldn’t tell anybody unless they specifically needed to hear it. Eren
only nodded, short and curt, showing his understanding.
“Hell, I might die before you. It’s a possibility, one that you shouldn’t
disregard.” Eren flinched at the thought. He really didn’t like thinking about
Levi’s cold corpse lying inside a titan’s stomach. Or worse, half of his corpse
lying somewhere in the fields or forest, his eyes lifeless and his expression
changed forever, and not in the way it already had been.
At all these horrible realisations, the mood dropped pretty quickly. Eren’s
shoulders fell forward, his forehead resting on Levi’s shoulder again, suddenly
very exhausted. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.
Though what Levi had said was important, they certainly had a lot to go
through, Eren suddenly felt like maybe going that far with Levi wasn’t even
worth it, if it meant he had to think about all those horrible images even more
than he already was.
Long fingers combed through his hair, Eren listened to Levi’s soft breathing,
felt his strong heartbeat even through all the layers between them, waiting for
their next step to become clearer. Levi broke the silence first, pulling Eren’s
face back by his hair back so he could look at those vibrant, green eyes,
placing one soft, lingering kiss on the trembling lips.
“I was avoiding you because it’s a risk, Jaeger. In our line of work,
everything is a risk,” Levi spoke softly, stretching his neck so his lips were
right beside Eren’s ear, whispering into the lobe. “But if you choose not to
take that risk, then you’ve got to accept what you’ll sacrifice because of that
choice.”
Eren heard every unspoken meaning within that short sentence. He felt it, in
his arms, still breathing into his ear, their bodies tangled together, their
minds in infinite knots with each other. And Eren decided, like he decided to
become a soldier, like he decided to devote everything he was to humanity, that
he certainly wasn’t willing to sacrifice Levi. Images of dead corpses and
slicing blades going into his flesh be damned.
So Eren turned his head and placed his open mouth right on the waiting lips of
his captain. He instantly felt a tongue invading his mouth, the strong body
pushing back against him, reacting to his action, a thigh going back between
Eren’s legs and his arousal returned full force. Soft whimpers (Eren’s, of
course) echoed against the stone walls.
“If we’re done having this discussion, I’d like to make you scream now,” Levi
breathed, nipping along Eren’s neck and rocking his own erection against Eren’s
other leg, biting down when he had to supress a particularly vocal moan, Eren
having started using his entire body to respond to Levi’s advances.
Eren gritted his teach, his head falling to the side, wishing Levi would
intensify everything he was doing. Now he understood why everyone made such a
big deal out of sex; it was pretty awesome. His arousal was throbbing against
Levi’s thigh, his head was spinning from Levi’s deep voice surrounding his
mind, his hands twitching, desperate to hold onto what little sanity that
hadn’t slipped away from him yet.
The brunette let out a whine when the friction against his cock suddenly
stopped, Levi placing strong hands on thin hips and squeezing. Somehow, Eren
knew what he wanted, pushing himself up onto Levi’s desk so the man could fit
snuggly between his legs. Eren heard papers crinkle underneath him.
“You’ll iron out those papers after we’re done, I trust,” Levi commented,
zipping open his pants and unbuttoning them so they could slide down his thighs
slightly, then reaching in to do the same for Eren.
For some reason, Eren could only smile when Levi told him this. He realised
then that Levi threw a lot of who he was into everything he did. He was
ferocious when he fought, using knowledge Eren didn’t even know existed as his
strength against the titans. He was vigilant when he spoke, always speaking
with absolute confidence but never seeming to stop and think about what he was
saying. His obsessive compulsions might have seemed like a burden to the
others, but Eren was happy it was still showing through even when they were
locked together in passion like this.
“Don’t worry,” Eren reassured him, pulling their hips closer, losing track of
the conversation entirely when their naked arousals finally touched. Levi
didn’t waste a lot of time grabbing both of their cocks in his hand, pumping
painfully slow, watching Eren’s face sweat and his cheeks redden. He pushed up
on his toes, sinking his teeth into one of Eren’s red cheeks. Eren squeaked.
“You’re very good at that,” Levi muttered, continuing to stroke his hand over
their arousals, gripping Eren’s knee tightly as his blood pumped through him,
hearing the beat of it in his ears as Eren just made more and more noise.
“Good at- nng- what, S-sir?” Eren let out a hearty yelp when Levi bit into his
neck, squeezed his cock and punched his knee all at the same time.
“It’s Levi to you at this moment,” the captain reminded him, continuing to run
his hand over Eren’s member appreciatively.
“R-right,” Eren mumbled, his forehead falling onto Levi’s shoulder, clutching
at the man and thrusting as much as he could into the hand currently the cause
of his raging heartbeat. Eren tried to hold back his voice as much as he could
at this point, as Levi gripped his hips and thrusted back just as viciously.
“Why are you muffling your beautiful voice?” Levi asked. “And after I just told
you how great you are at moaning my name.” Eren let out a very breathy ‘Levi’
on that note, as if Levi expected it and was proving a point.
“You should take what compliments you can from me.”
Eren took that to heart. He let his moistened lips fall open, and as Levi
continued making him forget his own name, he let out a long string of moans,
whimpers, whines and sobs of pleasure. Levi grunted against him, the effort of
lifting himself up high enough to be able to get his cock up close and personal
with Eren’s was starting to become apparent; but his strength didn’t just come
in handy on the battle field.
“Levi,” Eren breathed against the corporal’s neck, sucking in gasps of air when
he got the chance, those chances becoming fewer and fewer as Levi’s thrusts
became more erratic, less aimed, uncontrollable. “Y-you’re really good at th-
this.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Levi only said, gripping the short hair at
the back of Eren’s head, using it to nudge Eren’s lips towards his. “I suddenly
find myself ravenous for your moans.”
Their lips connected, a strong tongue pushed past supple lips, wet sounds that
only came from the most passionate of kisses were heard, muddled with what few
gasps of ecstasy Eren could get out while Levi gave his tongue a good work out.
“L-levi!” Eren wrapped his arms tightly around the captain’s neck, thrusting
erratically back against the other’s cock, feeling the burning sensation in his
abdomen he would soon come to recognise very well. “I-‘m c-lose!”
“Good.”
With one final nip to his bottom lip and a harsh push against Eren’s cock,
white fluid came rushing out of Eren’s tip, his cries quieting as Levi helped
the boy ride out his orgasm. The both became still, Eren pressed his flushed
cheek pressed against Levi’s shoulder, trying desperately to come back to terms
with his surroundings.
“You lasted a good deal longer than I expected of you, Eren.”
It was the whisper of his name that had Eren gripping to the muscled body
tightly, his eyes watering at the sound. Eren continued to take deep breaths.
Levi stroked his hair as he did, standing still while Eren pressed light kisses
to his neck, warm breath fanning over his skin in between them.
“Wow,” Eren’s voice came out weak and strained, Levi liked it. He could only
imagine what it might sound like after a night of intense screaming, he was
eager to find out. But as the weight on his shoulder seemed to get heavier and
heavier, Levi could tell there probably wouldn’t be any more tonight. Eren’s
eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
He pulled away from Levi, sitting up straight and stretching his back, looking
down at the mess and screwing up his nose at it. He couldn’t imagine Levi was
too happy with that. He also couldn’t imagine Levi was too happy with his own
erection, that was still pressing against Eren’s inner thigh when he shifted a
certain way.
“You didn’t…?” Eren suddenly felt ashamed.
“I’ll take care of it later,” Levi answered, reaching for the paper towels he
kept on his desk, starting to wipe away some of the come that had landed on his
shirt. He hoped to God that it wouldn’t stain.
Eren felt his cheeks go red again, his eyes looking down and away. He felt
selfish. Levi had just given him something incredible to remember, something
that would vividly take place in his mind tomorrow morning when he was in the
shower.
But why should Levi have to wait? Eren vowed then; there was no way Levi was
leaving this office without coming too, and by his hand.
He leant back into the man, placing his lips back on the pale neck, hands going
under his shirt so Eren could trace defined stomach muscles.
“What are you doing, brat? I’m finding it difficult to clean up my desk with
your face in my way.” Eren was impressed Levi’s voice didn’t waver at all, even
when his hands continued to travel down lower and lower.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Eren murmured, his lips travelling up Levi’s
neck, down his jaw, then touching their lips together in a light but sensual
kiss. It only took a moment before Levi responded, moving their lips together
and inching closer towards Eren’s hands.
To his surprise, Eren didn’t hesitate when he took Levi’s cock in his hands,
when he started to stroke it, feeling over the man’s balls and watching Levi’s
eyes close, his lips thin as he tried to concentrate on the new feelings.
Eren’s hand didn’t slow, he didn’t want to draw this out. Levi hadn’t, so he
made sure he wouldn’t either.
His hands picked up the pace, feeling up and down, up and down Levi’s thick
cock, trying his hardest not to think too much of the size. Their cocks weren’t
all that much different when it came down to that aspect, but Eren knew he’d
start to think differently if he thought about it too hard.
“Talk to me,” Levi whispered into Eren’s ear, his head leaning against the thin
shoulder, relaxing into the touch.
“Uh, what should I say?” Eren asked.
“Anything. I don’t like silence in moments like these.”
Eren thought that was fascinating. Levi didn’t talk very much at the best of
times; he had already learnt Levi didn’t really say more than he needed too. So
that Levi liked talking in a time it was usually needed the least, Eren thought
was very intriguing. He listened to Levi’s shallow breathing as he tried to
think of something profound to say.
“So- How was your day?” Eren took a mental note to go back and look up what
‘profound’ really meant.
Levi chuckled (Eren knew he would), letting his hands travel up Eren’s still
bare thighs, carefully stroking the soft skin. He couldn’t afford to get Eren
hard again (as much he wanted to) but he needed to feel the boy under his
fingers.
“I meant talk to me about what you’re doing. How it feels. What you want to do
to me.”
So Levi liked dirty talk. When Eren thought about it, he still found that
intriguing.
“I want to suck you off.” Eren gasped, not because Levi had suddenly taken a
very firm grip on his thighs, but because of how blunt he had been. He hadn’t
realised that in his own head yet and suddenly it was coming out of his mouth
for Eren to realise just how true it was.
“Careful,” Levi warned, trying his hardest not to start sucking on the crook of
the neck he currently had his face buried in. “I’d be happy to give you my cock
now if you weren’t so currently exhausted. Don’t lie and say you aren’t; I can
feel your hand slowing.”
At that Eren realised Levi was right, and went back to his fast pace. But he
was slightly thankful Levi had considered that; he was exhausted. He was only
learning how to give Levi a decent hand-job tonight, he didn’t really feel like
being criticized in his blowjob talents (or lack there-of).
“Fine, but next time I’m putting your cock in my mouth and you’re going to come
down my throat.” At this point, Eren realised that his mouth ran ahead of his
brain when it came to dirty talk; may as well not fight it.
Levi gasped; Eren liked the sound. He was secretly proud of himself for being
able to make that happen.
“Like I’m going to argue with that,” Levi muttered. Levi’s grips on Eren’s
thighs were tightening even more, so he knew Levi had to be close. He slowed
his strokes but made them firmer, knowing that’s usually what he liked when he
was nearing climax. Do what you know and all.
“Kiss me,” the soft demand left Eren’s mouth.
“Who do you think you are? Giving me orders,” Levi growled, but still rose his
head and gave Eren a good, hard, open-mouthed kiss.
He didn’t know if it was Eren’s gorgeous tongue dancing in the inside of his
mouth (he was proud to say he had trained it well) or that one last firm
stroke, but he suddenly came. He unloaded into Eren’s hands, some of it
splattering onto the desk, onto the floor, and even on Eren’s thighs.
They didn’t stop kissing though, Levi’s hands curled in Eren’s hair, their
chests pressed close together, their eyes fluttering open and shut several
times, fighting off exhaustion in preference for looking at the other’s face.
“Not bad, Jaeger.”
Eren scoffed, leaning his cheek on Levi’s hair, where he had placed it back on
Eren’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, Eren’s hands dangling off
the desk, Levi’s having gone back to running his thumb lightly over soft skin.
Soon, Levi couldn’t take the mess anymore, stepping back and setting Eren to
work. It took a few minutes to actually get Levi to let him come close enough
so he could wipe over his member with a wet rag, Eren insisting it was cold
water and wouldn’t do anything for him. Levi still scowled and tried to think
of titan blood while Eren did it.
When Levi’s desk and floor was clean again, their pants back on and zipped up
and Eren had collected the papers he was supposed to iron out, they went to
leave, Levi closing the office door quietly. It still echoed down the hall.
The castle was completely silent; Eren only realising then how late it really
was. His exhaustion was becoming more and more apparent, but he also didn’t
feel like leaving Levi’s side just yet, but he knew it was out of the question
to ask Levi if he could stay in his room.
Levi escorted Eren down to his cell, nodding his acknowledgement at the guard
on duty.
“Good night, Jaeger. I’ll come for you in the morning,” Levi told Eren at the
door. Eren wasn’t sure if he meant ‘come for you’ in the good way or the other
way. But he got distracted when Levi left a kiss on his cheek, short so the
guard wouldn’t see it, but it still made Eren’s cheek tingle.
“Alright, Captain,” Eren could only say.
It was definitely a lonely night; he tossed and turned more than he usually did
on the hard mattress he was assigned to. He couldn’t stop feeling Levi’s hands
on his member, and trying to supress the urge to try and recreate the feeling
was a mission all on its own.
The morning came too late in Eren’s opinion, but it was very hard to stop
himself from beaming when he heard Levi’s footsteps coming down the stairs for
him. He was puzzled when Levi stopped and spoke to the guard for a moment, and
even more confused when the guard nodded and left early.
But Eren soon found out why. Levi was coming for him in the good way.
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