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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      ereri, riren_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 1 of Memories
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-19 Words: 1795
****** Memories ******
by erentitanjaeger
Summary
     Levi tells us of all the better times him and Eren have been
     together.
Notes
     This fic is entirely smut so please don't read if you're sensitive to
     certain sexual materials.
     I couldn't put an extract as the summary because literally every
     single paragraph of this is incredibly graphic. Ho the things I get
     done when tumblr crashes.
     Enjoy, ya perverts!
To me, there was no better pleasure in life then Eren’s hole around my dick.
The tightness was unbelievable, the way it squeezed and massaged my dick so
perfectly was something I had yet to experience with anyone else. It was the
way it all just seemed to fit together, how even after as little stretching as
possible, that gorgeous ass just seemed to slip down over my member with no
protests at all, yet it was still so unimaginably snug inside.
Maybe one of the things that made it so endearing was Eren himself, his quick
little pants, the way he threw his head back when I got in deep enough, his
throat entirely exposed and his skin giving off so much heat I was so sure he
was going to burst into flames at any moment. He never did, of course. Rather
he just kept riding me, throwing his entire being into pushing himself down on
me, clutching my biceps and positively mewling. God, it was fucking sexy.
It was the places we did it too. I never would’ve pegged Eren to be such a
kinky little shit, but holy hell did he find some interesting places to fuck.
In the stables, in the broom closet, my bed, his bed, Erwin’s bed, up against a
tree; he’d even discovered a fantastic new way to use the 3D manoeuvrer gear.
I still think one of my favourite places we’ve done it is my own office. He
didn’t even waste time on foreplay that day. I could feel the sexual tension
rolling off him as he dragged my chair back, my papers soon forgotten as he
unbuttoned my pants, stripped off his own clothes and climbed onto my lap. It
was pretty incredible to watch him take charge like that; at least until he
actually put me inside him, then he was a mess.
His cheeks flamed up, turning the most beautiful shade of crimson, his hair
stuck to his forehead almost instantly, his shoulders were quivering as he
bounced in my lap. He didn’t seem too keen on slowing down either, just going
at it like an animal until I grabbed his hips and forced him to take it easy
for a few moments. He gave me a look that would’ve said ‘fuck off’ if I wasn’t
the current source of his ecstasy.
But, oh God, did my dick feel good inside him that day. The movement, the scent
of him, watching his skin, his lips, his eyes, his hands. He had grabbed my own
hands, pushing them towards his leaking member, begging me silently to touch
him, and touch him good. He continued to ride me, abandoning all thoughts. I
could tell he had just suddenly decided he had wanted me and left it at that,
storming into my office to do what he was doing now.
He continued to clutch to my shoulders, breathing raggedly into my ear as his
hips continued to move up and down. I stroked his back fondly, scraping my
nails down the skin a little. He didn’t complain. He let a rather torturous
moan at it actually, I think he wanted me to do it again. So I did. He was
covered in angry, red marks after that. Some of them were actually pretty hard
to hide, but he seemed to be able to avert questions; or at least I didn’t get
anybody curious enough to come asking me for details.
I also couldn’t forget the time we were supposed to be cleaning when suddenly
he decided it was a good time to get down and dirty. His strength was pretty
impressive when he took me by surprise. I was very much innocently dusting the
bookcases and the next thing I knew my zipper was undone and there was an
extremely wet, heat engulfing me down there. I threaded my fingers through his
hair and proceeded to fuck his mouth good and proper. He didn’t object at all;
actually getting off at the abuse I was giving him. The bloody masochist.
Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit of a sadist myself when it came to
Eren. The boy just did things to me. I’d never wanted to hurt anyone so badly
in my life, and all purely for sexual reasons. Lucky for me, Eren never
objected. He’d practically begged me for all those welts the time I tied him up
and took a riding crop to that creamy skin of his. I was more than thankful for
his stupid, titan powers at that one. The welts and bruises healed almost as
quickly as I could make them, making it infinitely easier to lay blow after
blow to him. There was no sign, not even a scar, of what I had done by the time
he was dressed and ready to leave; he didn’t even limp out the door.
And I have to mention a time when I went back to my room, completely intent on
just jacking off and falling asleep, when I found Eren had used his 3D
manoeuvrer gear belts to tangle himself up, gagging himself with a cloth and
was lying on my bed in a position I didn’t even think was humanly possible. It
was a good thing he was gagged; I fucked him pretty hard that night, and even
with the gag he was extremely loud. It was heaven.
I never got tired of that boy. To everyone, he was a piece of meat waiting to
be used for humanity’s sake. To me, he was a piece of meat waiting to be
handled for my sake. I found I was always so relaxed after Eren and I had
started fucking. I was able to tolerate the idiots more, got irritated at Hanji
less; my interest in picking up other guys was zero to none. Eren was the only
face I needed in my line of vision when I was rock hard and ready to pound.
Oh, but I haven’t even mentioned the times I’ve been on the receiving end. I
didn’t think it was possible to have that much fun being dominated but Eren
turned my opinion on bottoming right around. I can never tell what I was in the
mood for anymore; Eren is just too good at both. He must just be relying on raw
instincts the whole time, because I don’t think he has any other experience
with that shit.
But the first time he told me to turn around I almost kicked him. You don’t say
that kind of stuff to me. But for some reason, I obeyed, getting on all fours
and glaring at the sheets under my hands, hoping they’d burst into flames at
any moment. Those thoughts left me as soon as Eren entered me and just started
going at it.
I was on my stomach in mere seconds, my limbs having lost all ability to keep
my body up. I was screaming into the pillow in less than that time, begging for
him to just go faster, stronger, harder, a little over that way, yes, there.
Fuck yes. The bruises he left on my hips were incredibly impressive as well. It
was delicious, looking at them in the mirror and remembering how I’d earned
them. I was so ready to do that again.
There was the time I found Eren dragging me into the broom closet (by this
point I had learnt never to argue when Eren was horny) and he seemed to be able
to lift me as if I was nothing. He put me on his dick, slammed my back against
the wall and just thrusted up until I was begging him to stop simply because it
was so, fucking good and I was going to go insane if he didn’t stop hitting
that spot so aggressively.
I remember a very clear time when I wanted to be in control and still be the
one getting fucked, so I tied Eren up to my desk chair, sucked him off until he
was deliciously hard and I lowered myself down on him all the way to the hilt.
I had to cup a hand over Eren’s mouth, begging him to at least attempt to be
quiet this time; we hadn’t bothered to shut the door. Even when he couldn’t
hold me that boy was good.
He managed to move his hips enough that they met my downward thrusts perfectly,
hitting that spot. I actually leant back a little, gripping his knees and just
using the odd angle to get it in there, good, hard, long. Oh shit was he good,
hard and long. I wanted to coat his dick in chocolate one day and just spend
hours licking it all off.
And I did that of course. It was pretty incredible. Chocolate has never tasted
the same since; I always have to have a serving of Eren’s hard-on with it for
me to enjoy it. Eren prefers cream though, coating my dick, balls, thighs and
stomach in the stuff and just feasting for a really long time. But cream was a
hell of a lot more of a turn on. It looked like I had come way to fucking much
for it to be healthy and he was just licking it up as if it was a dessert; I
had to remind myself that it was.
I usually wondered what it would be like to see Eren between two guys; me
fucking him on one end and another man screwing his mouth on the other. But
then I thought about that man touching Eren, making him moan like I did, seeing
him like I did; the thought made me sick. So threesomes were out of the
question until Hanji invented a cloning machine.
But if that ever happened I wouldn’t stop at two Levis. I would create four or
five and just have Eren in the middle of it all, begging and whimpering for one
of us to screw him, kiss him, lick him, suck him. I had a lot of vivid dreams
about something like that happening, though it didn’t look like it was going to
become reality any time soon.
That was sort of alright because I’m sure I’m the kind of person who would get
jealous of myself and end up beating all the Levis to death. Wow, I needed to
get my head checked.
As it was, we were just fine. Yeah, we fucked a little more than was necessary
but it’s all in human nature and that shit so I don’t honestly care and I don’t
make a point of keeping track. It’s not my fault Eren makes every time so damn,
memorable.
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