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an endless, torrential downpour cascaded from the black void of the night sky up above. the lights of jean’s old truck shut off with the engine as eren stepped out and hurried towards the porch. eren knocked with haste, a jitter in his posture as he waited for levi to open the door.
beneath the shelter of the awning, he wiped the rain from his eyes and glanced back towards the driveway, his impatience brimming. the rhythmic pounding of rain bounced off the hood of the cars, and somewhere in the melody eren remembered–he could hear levi harping about giving him a key that he never even bothered to use.
with a weak scoff, eren fought with his pocket to retrieve his keys. after the momentary struggle, he wiggled it into place and against the door as it slid open. inside, the house smelled of levi. bergamot and oud.
eren pushed his hair out from his eyes and let the door close and latch behind him. his shoes squeaked against the hardwood, an abrasive sound that bounced off the walls and stole the silence. eren shucked them off his feet as he locked the door.
the house was dark, concealed by a harsh blackness that refused to budge. only the soft, warm glow from a lamp around the corner offered respite. its golden light graced the sullen air and pulled eren towards it.
outside, the rain persisted; its downpour muffled by the walls. eren shuffled across the floor. “you there?” his tone was lifted, humored. but the question met no response, and eren’s expression pinched with curiosity.
he peeked around the corner to glance across the living area. the lamp hummed quietly to itself, basking in its own puddle of light. the room was empty. eren’s lips parted with a faint click of discontentment, but the bar cart caught his eye and coaxed him onwards.
from the array of liquor, eren snagged a stout, squared bottle. he didn’t bother with the label as he unplugged the cork and left it atop the cart’s surface. winding back across the living area, eren brought it to his lips. it tasted like gin, sharp and expensive.
he bumbled up the stairs towards the second floor. his socks were damp against the long, thin carpet that lined the hallway and led him down to the last room. eren sauntered towards it and pushed inside.
a dim light spilled out across the bedroom floor from the bathroom, where the muffled rush of the shower became apparent. with a contented grin, eren padded closer and peered through the crack of the door. there, levi stood beneath the spray of water. eren took the moment to watch, uninterrupted, before he gave away his position.
“got you that hot and bothered, huh?” his voice was smug as it slipped from between his smile. levi’s gaze cut through the steamed glass and focused on eren, who leaned against the threshold. there was a laugh on levi’s breath as he replied, “i was planning on showering anyways.”
“right,” eren teased as he nudged the door open and stepped into the bathroom, stuffy and warm. water streaked down the shower door, paving lines of clarity through the condensation that clung.
eren’s wavering balance took reprieve against the sturdy support of the counter. he took a short sip of the gin before he placed the bottle down atop the marble surface–his movements a bit less coordinated than he’d intended. levi stole a glance at him as he turned the water off. the handle sighed its relief with a soft squeak.
a suction broke when the shower door pushed open. as levi stepped out, steam puffed and swirled, shrouding him in a damp, hazy mist. eren watched, brazenly. any sense of shame since nulled by the alcohol.
“you’re soaking…” levi noted, finally seeing eren properly–without the buffer of glass. eren extended the towel levi had set out for himself. “it’s storming?” the quirk in his tone reminded levi of his intoxication.
he then wore the realization on his face as he wrapped the towel around his hips. “you drove like this?” his disappointment was apparent. eren pushed off from the counter and circled his arms around levi’s shoulders. “i’m not even that drunk,” eren spoke through a grin.
levi’s hands slipped beneath eren’s hoodie and held his waist; practically an instinct. “don’t do that,” levi ex his disapproval, a gravity to his tone that eren paid no mind to. “priorities…” eren offered in place of an acknowledgement. he leaned forward–a fumbling desire behind his lidded eyes–and kissed up levi’s neck.
“i’m serious, love,” levi replied. but despite his words, he let eren deflect responsibility in favor of the slow presses of affection that were trailed across his skin. “yes, yes,” eren mumbled and ran his fingers down levi’s arms, where he took his hands and tugged him towards the bedroom.
stepping from the bathroom, the bedroom air was dry and crisp, the hardwood cold beneath their feet. levi let eren pull him along. “where’d you learn to talk like that?” eren asked as he pulled levi closer. levi huffed and broke eren’s eye contact briefly. “i’m not sure you’ll like the answer.”
eren’s expression creased, clearly bothered by the idea of levi with anyone else. to that reaction, levi offered a small smile–almost condescending in its softness. “if you came here to pout, you may as well do it on your knees,” he spoke plainly and eren glared, as if to imply he wouldn’t obey. but he did, of course.
his knees met the floor as he lowered himself down. levi’s hand threaded through his rain-wet hair and pushed it away from his face. “so easy for me, aren’t you?” levi grinned down at eren. from that angle, looking up at levi, it was hard for eren to do anything else but agree.
eren nodded and his eyes never wavered. it was pathetic, and levi puffed a laugh as he withdrew his hand from eren’s head. levi’s hair dripped water onto the hardwood, his wet torso glistened in the dim light from the bathroom, his face bore his satisfaction.
eren’s hands rested on levi’s thighs, an unspoken question that levi answered with the lift of his brow, “well, go on.” eren’s fingers took hold of levi’s towel where it curled around his waist. he pulled until the tension broke and it fell to the floor–a terrycloth crescent around levi’s feet.
eren strained at the sight of levi, half-hard and heavy. he wasted little time. eren’s hand wrapped around levi’s base to hold him still as his lips parted. he leaned forwards and slacked his jaw to accommodate levi’s tip.
“good boy,” levi murmured. his fingers found eren’s scalp once more–discontent to keep his hands to himself. beneath him, eren carefully worked his mouth around levi’s shaft, wetting the skin as it hardened between his lips.
eren’s tongue grazed along the underside of levi’s erection with long, teasing motions. with each slow dip of his head he brought levi’s shaft deeper into his mouth. his own cock shifted beneath the loose confines of his sweats, fighting for an attention that eren denied.
when levi’s tip hit the back of his throat, eren closed his lips around his shaft and worked what he couldn’t fit with the tight fist of his hand. through his lashes, eren looked up. levi was watching every movement, with one hand tangled in eren’s hair, the other folded back against his neck.
eren’s eyes were wide, desperate to please. as their gaze met, levi smiled; a knowing smirk that split as he instructed eren, “deeper.” eren made an uncertain noise that was distorted by levi’s shaft. “i know you can,” levi responded as his expression closed and left little choice.
eren shut his eyes and pushed himself forward onto levi’s blunt tip. the back of his throat refused, taut and constricted against the intrusion. but levi’s hand on his hair tightened and encouraged eren onwards. paying little mind to the hot stretch of pain, eren until his throat gave way.
“there you go…” levi groaned. eren’s eyes welled as his throat strained to accept the breach. he remained there, stuck on levi’s shaft until his lungs could take no more. eren pulled back–in search of air–but levi’s grip held him still.
“ah ah–” levi tutted, his expression impudent and expectant. eren’s brow pinched as he willed his body to relax. “just like that.” eren moaned at levi’s words. “such a good boy…” levi’s fingers traced the curve of eren’s face and held eren’s neck where his erection bulged.
“three…” levi began counting and the implication brought eren’s eyes up to his. his lungs spasmed against his ribcage and demanded the solace of air. levi refused and softly bucked his hips against eren’s lips, forcing his shaft deeper. “two…” eren’s nails dug into levi’s thighs as his ears began to ring. “one…”
levi released eren’s head and let him pull away. eren’s posture sank as he struggled for a new breath, one that would satisfy the fit of his chest. he coughed against the back of his hand as the stress against his circulation eased. levi’s hand caressed eren’s face; a welcome comfort.
levi crouched down and curled a finger beneath eren’s chin, bringing eren’s gaze to meet his. “look at you…” levi muttered with a satisfaction in his tone. eren failed to contain the whimper that slipped from him. his erection throbbed against his thigh, the gin simmered in him and corrupted every thought into something depraved.
when levi kissed him, eren melted, drunk and desperate. levi’s lips moved slowly and his tongue swiped deep, but it was torturously short-lived. eren nearly buckled under his disappointment. he leaned after levi, yearning for more. but levi offered nothing else.
instead, his fingers gently ran down the draw string of eren’s hoodie. “take this off,” levi spoke before he stood up. eren’s movements were hasty and clumsy, but he managed to heave it over his head. levi had abandoned his place before eren, and had walked to the sleek, dark couch that sat against the wall and faced his bed.
he sat down atop it and locked his eyes on eren, who remained seated on the floor, shirtless and panting. “stand up,” levi instructed. and eren did. he staggered to his feet, a rush through his head as he straightened. “come here,” levi’s voice pulled eren like a lure. each step he took was unbalanced, and levi watched him closely. his sweats hung low and baggy around his hips–his erection obvious despite the weight of the fabric.
when there was hardly two feet between them, levi spoke again, “stop.” eren’s pace halted at the word and he waited on levi’s command with a hitch in his breath. “strip,” levi grinned, clearly enjoying himself.
eren tugged down his sweats and took his underwear with them. it was nothing short of awkward, the way he stumbled out of them. but levi laughed; a gentle break in the tension. eren straightened and faced levi with a flush across his skin as he struggled through his embarrassment.
levi tilted his head and took his erection into his hand. slowly, levi stroked himself as he scanned down eren’s body. “pretty little thing,” he purred. unsure what to do with the stark space between them, eren’s shame succumbed to the forceful tide of his inebriated mind. “please…”
levi continued moving his hand with graceful, gentle movements. “please what?” he asked, almost genuinely. but eren couldn’t give him an answer. “i d’know-” eren slurred, his expression long. “-anything…” he added with a plea in his eyes.
levi let go of himself. and with a decided movement he tapped his thigh; an invitation. “come sit down, love,” eren swayed over to levi and straddled his lap. he wrapped his arms around levi’s shoulders, and buried his face in the crook of levi’s neck. there, he left needy, wet kisses.
“did i say you could touch?” levi muttered. “please…” eren’s voice was muffled by skin as he licked across levi’s throat. levi’s hand snaked upwards and caught eren by his neck. “you need to be patient, brat.” levi steeled his grip and pushed eren back to center him on his lap.
eren whimpered, unabashedly. he could feel the distance between their lips–the proximity of their erections. eren struggled to stay still. “will you be patient?” levi asked. eren nodded. “say it.”
“i’ll be patient. i’m sorry-” eren choked out. his hips bucked and his hands grabbed at levi’s forearm, as if to maintain levi’s hold on him. “good,” levi confirmed and then curled his hand around eren’s shaft, holding him firmly. “is this what you wanted?”
eren gasped through his moan, the contact jolted his body and he nodded with fervor. levi smirked, hardly containing his amusement. “i haven’t even touched you, love. look how hard you are…”
eren stifled the weak noise that slipped through his throat. “it’s a bit pathetic, really,” levi murmured and looked up at eren with a crease between his brow. humiliation burned bright against eren’s cheeks and that time eren did nothing to withhold the moan that into the air.
levi pulled his hand upwards along eren’s shaft; a movement so slight and yet entirely overstimulating in everything it failed to offer. “have you always been like this?” levi watched as eren shook his head. it was true, there wasn’t a single other person who’d managed to unravel eren so completely.
“hm,” levi hummed and moved his hand downwards. eren’s tip leaked with anticipation and brought a sly smile to levi’s lips. “so desperate…” he drawled. eren’s knuckles paled as he gripped levi’s wrist. he couldn’t help it–the way he bucked up into the tight coax of levi’s fist. intention didn’t matter though, levi’s hand squeezed eren’s throat like a warning.
“stay still.” eren stopped, to the best of his ability. his body pulsed and shuddered atop levi, he struggled to even look at him without some pitiful noise seeping out. “please- please-” eren’s mumblings were practically incoherent. his eyes fluttered as desire wracked his body.
levi dragged his thumb across eren’s tip, swiping through the bead of precum. just as levi’s hand released eren’s erection, eren opened his eyes to see levi’s lips parting. he slotted his thumb between his lips, delicately. the sight ruined eren.
“i’ve missed you…” levi looked up at eren as he spoke, a perverse glimmer in his eye that tore down any restraint eren had managed to maintain up until that point. “i need you…” eren whispered those words with a crack in his voice. “please-”
levi watched eren squirm for a moment more, before his own composure cracked beneath the weight of lust. abruptly, levi stood and lifted eren into his arms. he carried eren the short distance to the bed and tossed him down onto the foot of it. with a movement slick and purposeful, levi parted eren’s legs and stepped into the space between them.
his hips prevented eren from denying the advancement when his fingers brushed against his entrance. eren took shallow breaths from the air as levi’s fingers massaged him with slow precision, and nearly cried when levi’s middle finger inside of his body. his hole was still slick with lube, prepared by his own fingers previously.
levi leaned over top of eren, resting his weight on his forearm as he asked, “do you feel ready? do you need more?” more preparation, more time. a second hardly had the chance to pass before eren sputtered out his reply. “no- no- please, now.”
“demanding, aren’t you?” levi’s expression was taunting, but eren had no patience left within him. “i can’t, levi, please-” levi touched his face, a tender gesture that was soon to be accompanied by a question that eren answered before it could even break onto the air.
“please fuck me-” eren clarified, “please- i need you. i can’t wait, i need you, i need you-” eren babbled with tears in his eyes. desire bled from his every word. “shhh,” levi quieted him and straightened himself upwards. he aligned his tip with eren’s entrance. eren clenched against the contact as levi hitched one of his legs over his shoulder.
“breathe in,” levi spoke lowly, and eren obeyed. “good… breathe out.” eren’s exhale was shaky and uncertain, but his body relaxed beneath levi’s touch and allowed a brief moment of weakness. upon which, levi capitalized.
his tip breached eren’s body and slid as far as he could before eren tightened around him. eren’s lungs filled with a sharp inhale as levi sank inside of him. eren croaked out a broken moan–one that eclipsed the stifled grunt that brushed past levi’s lips.
“always so tight for me, baby,” levi groaned and took hold of eren’s calf to leverage his movement. but for that moment, he remained still–letting eren breathe through the adjustment. levi’s eyes trailed down across eren’s body, from his chest to his stomach, to his erection, to where eren accepted him.
but it was mostly eren’s face that levi watched. the harsh tension set in his brow, the part of his lips, the strong bridge of his nose, the flush of his skin. levi kept his eyes trained on eren’s reaction when he pushed himself further inside.
immediately, eren winced. a cry tore through his throat as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of his forearm. levi grazed the crest of eren’s hip, a reassuring touch that went largely unnoticed. eren sobbed when levi withdrew his shaft from the depth it’d reached. the tight pull of levi’s absence left eren gutted and breathless.
just as the pain subsided, and allowed for the cusp of pleasure to encroach, levi back inside of eren. the roll of his hips was slow and torturously intentional in its pace. “fuck! fuck- levi, please, please-”
eren sobbed as the air was expelled from his chest.
“that’s it, baby. almost there…” levi’s voice came out strained. he watched as his shaft sank deeper; each excruciating second. finally, the tension in eren’s body lapsed and their hips met; damp, cold skin pressing against soft warmth. “ah-” eren’s noise was faint–it was all he had to offer.
“good boy… so good,” levi murmured as he leaned down to kiss eren’s throat. he worked across eren’s jaw, his hand firm at eren’s waist. eren wrapped an arm around levi’s neck, the other lay limp against the mattress beside his head.
levi kept their hips flush. maintaining a constant pressure as eren fluttered around his shaft. with the taste of eren’s skin on his tongue, levi grinded into eren’s body and brushed his tip along the hot, slick inner lining of eren’s body.
each sound that came from eren acted as an incentive. levi parted from eren’s neck to look down at him. eren’s eyes remained closed, the streaks of his tears had begun to dry, his chest rose with each labored breath he stole. a hum–quiet and contented–came from levi, and eren’s eyes cracked open.
levi leaned over atop of him; his hair disheveled, his expression explicit in his desire. compelled by the tug of affection, eren craned his neck and pressed his lips against levi’s. he winced as the movement shifted levi’s erection within him. but what pain that had jolted through him momentarily was lost when levi kissed him back.
he lay a hand on eren’s chest and flattened him against the bed. levi followed eren down, never breaking away. the kiss was slow and long. a harmless lock of lips that failed to satisfy eren’s desire for depth. as they parted, eren caught levi’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down as he pulled. groaning, levi winced, “fuck-”
eren let go with a grin. with a faint disbelief pinched between his brow, levi licked at the blood that pricked. he looked upon eren for a moment longer, and then reclaimed eren’s mouth with an aggression behind his pace. each kiss was possessive, each swipe of his tongue delved deeper.
for a second, eren fought back. there was a combativeness in the way he pulled levi closer, but all competition was lost when levi withdrew his hips and slammed his erection firmly back into place. eren’s breath was knocked from his lungs as a moan cut through him.
“that’s right, brat. take it,” levi sneered. after a few short, forceful thrusts, levi postured up and pulled eren to the edge of the bed. swiftly, he hiked eren’s other leg over his shoulder and rutted shallowly. eren writhed beneath him and nearly screamed when levi leaned back down and folded his body. his legs stretched at the angle, his stomach pooled with a depraved heat.
levi hardly waited before he set a ruthless pace. he buried himself inside eren’s body with every thrust, ripping through the spasming tension that aimed to slow him. there was little eren could do but cry out his pleasure in incoherent spurts of words.
through his groans, levi watched where his shaft drove inside of eren, how eren’s body wrapped around him and clung to him desperately. but when he looked to find eren’s eyes, he slowed–eren had folded his arm across his face.
“let me see you, baby. look at me,” levi’s voice was rough against his throat as he pressed in and out of eren with smooth, rolling motions. ever obedient, eren pulled his arm away and met levi’s gaze. he heaved restrained breaths with tear-stained cheeks. “you’re perfect. look at you,” levi muttered.
eren couldn’t have responded if he wanted to. every inch of levi stretched him wider. the liquor buzzed through eren’s mind and he clung to his consciousness. upon each inhale, his head swam with dizziness, a feeling both fleeting in its intensity yet persistent in its presence.
it was all reduced down to the most rudimentary of senses. eren could hear levi’s heavy breaths. smell the crisp scent of levi’s soap. taste the cold, sharp air on his tongue. through the slits of his eyes, he could see levi watching him. he could feel levi’s cock, the heaviness of his hips, the stretch of his shaft.
every thrust hollowed eren out. every thrust shattered him. it was too much, but eren whispered, “more…” knowingly, levi resisted. “baby…” but eren ignored his skepticism and stammered on, “like- like you were- m-more…” levi titled his head. it seemed as though he might refuse, before a tender scoff broke the anticipation and he murmured, “anything you want, love.”
levi held eren’s ankles, to secure his legs against his shoulders before he obliged eren’s whimpered request. and when levi did, the impact ruined eren completely. levi rammed his hips against eren’s, impaling eren with each stab of his shaft.
levi leaned his head back and began to let his pleasure be known through small, gruff pants. eren did his best to watch, but his eyelids hung heavy and his vision was blurring at the edges. his head spun in a messy mixture of wanton desire, slick satisfaction, a pain terribly addictive and a devastating pursuit to please.
“fuck- eren,” levi moaned and the use of his name brought eren to attention. he focused on levi through the glaze of his eyes. levi slowed his pace, suddenly, and watched as his shaft disappeared within eren’s body. “eren, baby…”
eren knew that levi was close, even through the distortion of his inebriated mind. when levi’s eyes met eren’s, he pleaded, “i want it… in my mouth.” levi’s expression hardened with realization. he pulled out and yanked eren down, off of the bed.
eren’s legs folded under his weight as he braced himself against levi’s thighs–wasting precious seconds. levi’s hand gripped the roots of eren’s hair and tugged his head back. eren’s mouth fell open as levi stroked himself.
“wider,” levi instructed as he slid his tip against eren’s palette, rubbing the underside of his shaft against eren’s tongue. shallowly, levi used eren’s mouth. each thrust brought levi closer, every hungry stroke of eren’s mouth begged for his release. his eren’s eyes were wet with fresh tears; a wreck crumpled at levi’s feet.
“fuck-” levi’s brow pinched as his orgasm ruptured. his fingers tangled in eren’s hair and pulled him further down onto his cock. instinctively, eren closed his lips around levi’s shaft as it pumped his spend and filled his mouth. “that’s it- fuck- baby-” levi rutted with weakened movements when eren wrapped his hand around his base and coaxed out what remained.
“shit-” levi looked down at eren and loosened his grip on his hair. as he slipped himself out from eren’s mouth, a thick string of saliva connected them–the image so lewd levi nearly laughed. he ran his thumb across eren’s cheek as the vestiges of his orgasm thrummed through his body.
“let me see,” levi muttered. eren opened his mouth, willingly, and a moan slipped by as levi’s cum dripped out from the corner of his lips. levi’s thumb swiped it back where it belonged and eren closed his mouth around his finger. “swallow it.”
a thick, strained gulp followed levi’s words. saliva pooled in eren’s empty mouth, levi’s taste still present on his tongue. satisfied, levi slipped his thumb from eren’s lips and ran a hand through eren’s hair. exhaustion swept over eren, and he leaned against levi’s thigh.
“such a good boy,” levi spoke softly–soothingly. and when eren’s arms fell to his sides, levi crouched down and lifted eren up onto the bed. “c’mon. lie down for me.” drunkenly, eren moaned. he lay back on the bed, his stomach stretching as he spayed himself across the sheets. levi rubbed his thigh with affection before he stepped towards the bathroom. “let me clean you up, hm?”
playfully, eren caught levi’s hand and shook his head. levi smiled, “yes, you’re a mess, love.” levi swiped the towel from the arm of the couch before he padded off to the bathroom. he returned with a damp washcloth and sat down beside eren.
gently, levi wiped him off, the water warm against eren’s skin. after cleaning himself, levi laid back against the pillows and called to eren, “come here.” feeling drunk and heavy, eren willed himself upwards and collapsed on levi’s chest. like a serenade, levi’s hand traced down the subtle curves of eren’s back and lulled eren closer to sleep.
“you alright, love?” eren could only nod in response, and even then, the movement was labored and weak. eren still smiled though, with a lazy contentment. “good,” levi muttered as he lay his palm atop eren’s head. with what energy eren had left, he wrapped an arm across levi’s torso.
“get some sleep. i’ll be here in the morning,” levi’s voice hummed against the buzz of exhaustion. compelled by the sweet scent of skin and the warm caress of night, eren complied with the pull of the hour, and slept.