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A lone lantern was all that lit the corridors, providing a dim bubble of light that barely allowed Levi to see three steps ahead of himself. Boots glided over the polished floorboards. Keys jingled soft as chimes where they dangled from his fingertips. This had become his nightly routine—a ritual that he could seldom sleep without—and it was only getting worse.
After so many weeks, he had all but given up on asking himself why. Why did he enjoy it? What about this excited him? Why did he gaze down at a sleeping face and feel his blood rush south, despite finding his own reaction disturbing? Even after countless nights of contemplation, Levi still didn’t know. He was beginning to think that this was just, simply, how he was. A pervert. A freak. A sick and twisted man who whilst drowning in perpetual loneliness, yearned to steal comfort from a boy unconscious.
But, he was only looking.
Looking was okay, he bargained with his conscience, so long as he resisted the urge to touch. And, those urges did arise, escalating in both strength and frequency, but that was okay. He never needed to act on them. Levi had done a good job of keeping himself in line thus far. Even when Eren made a soft noise in his sleep, even when Levi’s hard cock strained against his trousers, and his fingertips came oh so close to grazing sensually parted lips.
Levi resisted.
He had no idea where this bizarre obsession came from or why it had seemingly materialized out of nowhere—why it was roused by Eren specifically. The only thing he knew was that night after training, when he had descended into the dungeon in search of oil for the lanterns and found Eren passed out in his cell from exhaustion. When he had for some reason lingered, sharp gaze penetrating the bars and ears filled with the rhythmic heave of Eren’s breath. Transfixed.
That moment had seared into his mind and ignited a dark curiosity within him. One Levi hadn’t known existed; one that he had never even considered before then. Now, there was no putting out the flame that had been lit. Perverted thoughts plagued his daily routine. They kept him awake at night—his racing mind and insatiably hard cock—until he gave in, snuck down to the dungeon and soaked himself in the allure of Eren’s unconscious body, then returned to his quarters and came into his own trembling fist.
Levi was ashamed of himself.
But, not nearly enough to stop him from silently opening the door that led down to the dungeon.
The hinges were well-oiled. He had made sure of that. Although, Levi had learned by now that Eren was a deep sleeper. He had never once woken, not even on the nights the cell door squeaked, or the few times Levi had accidently bumped into something while trying to navigate through the darkness. Eren slept like a rock. Which, Levi now knew, was dangerous information for him to have.
Levi stared down a dark flight of stairs. Taking a moment to rein in his thoughts and ground himself in the present, pretending to reconsider the sick pleasure that he had already resigned himself to pursuing.
Last night, instead of going back to his quarters as usual, Levi had slid a hand down his pants and jerked himself off right there in Eren’s cell. He had only looked. But, on this night, Levi had a strange feeling. Like a siren going off in his head—a distant warning that was stifled by his own desire to ignore it. Because, deep down, in a part of his mind that he refused to acknowledge, Levi knew.
He could only look for so long.
The door closed behind him, then was locked shut with a barely audible click. He descended into the darkness one stone step at a time. They were old, weathered, cracked—but Levi knew which parts may crumble, he knew which sections to avoid. Lantern light flickered against the wall, wobbling like a charade of molten honey with his movements. His breaths were shallow. His footfalls weightless.
On the final step, Levi cast his eyes towards a row of iron-barred cells. Only one was occupied. By a stubby beeswax candle, illuminating the Wings of Freedom that had been draped haphazardly over a coat rack, and on the small bed, a single leg dangled out from a mound of sheets.
Training had been rough today. Eren had groaned while dragging himself down to his cell, utterly exhausted. Levi wasn’t yet willing to admit why these facts were important.
Before long, he found himself standing within Eren’s cell. The door was open—they had recently decided there was no point in locking it—and there, resting peacefully in the bed, was Eren. He gently placed his lantern by the candle on the dresser.
Levi’s tongue swiped between his lips as he looked the boy over. With limbs splayed out, hair messed and face turned towards the pillow, Eren slept. Body still, muscles relaxed. Chest rising and falling with a rhythmic flow of breath. That soft, dreamy expression looked angelic by candlelight. Thin white sheets had fallen halfway down Eren’s chest. Bare, of course. It always was. The dungeon was surprisingly warm and given the heat of Eren’s body, he had to strip down in order to sleep comfortably.
Eren’s eyelashes twitched. A promising sign that he was deep in sleep.
The angle of his head pulled taut the tendons in his neck, defining the ligament that connected to his collarbone. Further down, the top of the sheet was flimsily draped over Eren’s chest—just below his soft, pinkish-brown nipples. They moved slightly with the expansion of Eren’s ribs.
And, Levi’s swallowed, finding that his throat had gone dry. Something was stirring in his gut. Already warm, already anticipatory. What were his intentions? Levi asked himself that, feigning ignorance even as his hand slowly reached toward the bed. His fingertips hooked into the sheet and then, carefully, started peeling it back. All the way down until the fabric slipped off Eren’s feet.
Revealed was the expanse of Eren’s body—naked except for a dark pair of briefs. His toned stomach, his jutting hips, his long and slender thighs. Smouldering flames made his skin look golden and divine. Like a statue, a doll; a pretty thing suspended in sleep for Levi’s eyes alone.
Fingers twitched at Levi’s sides.
His heart raced with the thought of indulging in his most sinful fantasies.
The first touch was slow. Hesitant. Just a delicate graze of knuckles down the side of Eren’s ribs. Then, with fingers unfurling, back up to gently brush his fingertips over Eren’s nipple. Every part of Eren was so warm, so soft… So still and unresponsively pliant. For some reason, Levi liked that. An erection was already half-formed in his pants. Throbbing along with pulse, hot from an arousal that was kindled by perverted thoughts.
Of Eren, helpless and exposed. Unaware of Levi standing over him. Unable to do anything, anything at all, besides lay there like a pretty little plaything while Levi touched him. These thoughts hardened Levi’s cock until he was straining desperately against his uniform pants. He tried to control his urges—reminded himself that Eren was his inferior, a teenaged boy whom Levi had no business looking at—but that only made him harder.
Fuck.
He really was sick in the head.
Still, Levi wandered further down the mattress, his fingers hungrily raking over Eren’s stomach as they dragged behind. He knew he should stop, knew he should just get himself off like last time and leave, but—
Levi couldn’t look away from the underwear that clung to Eren’s hips.
He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t, but… This thing, this obsession that had taken over his thoughts and robbed him of sleep, had eaten away at him until finally gnawing through his very last thread of restraint. Levi felt powerless to stop himself from resting a knee on the end of the bed. Incapable of stilling his hands as they reached for the top of Eren’s underwear; thumbs peeling fabric from delectably supple skin. He knew there was a chance Eren might wake. That risk terrified him—and, strangely, made him even harder.
With care, he slid the fabric off Eren’s hips. Anticipation trembled like a current through Levi’s fingertips. Somehow, he had failed to notice—be it from the low light or his own pounding excitement—that there was an obvious lack beneath Eren’s underwear. But, he realized soon enough. Once all was exposed and Levi found himself staring down at soft, cleanly shaven skin and a blushing slit between Eren’s legs.
Levi paused, for only a moment. A still and silent second of stumbling thought. He hadn’t expected—
Not that it mattered. Levi had no particular preference, he wasn’t the least bit deterred, and if anything, having uncovered this tasty little secret made his cock throb even harder because, fuck.
Eren’s pussy looked divine.
Soft, delicate skin flushed warm and pink the closer it got to the parting. As if he could physically see the heat radiating outward from Eren’s plush lips. Then, Levi’s eyes focused on the faint touch of wetness that glistened along Eren’s slit; the reddish insides that sat within, peeking out just enough to tease him.
Levi had no idea how long he’d been staring. Looking, only looking, was enough to arouse him to the point of physical torture. Desire rushed through him, heated his skin and jittered along his nerve endings. Hot, scalding—a relentless yearning that consumed his flesh like a corrupting fire of sin. His pulse was in his ears. His pulse, and the rhythmic sigh of Eren’s sleeping breath.
Freeing himself from the devil’s grasp required a strength Levi did not possess.
Slowly, he dragged the underwear down Eren’s limp legs, dropping the garment on the floor. Levi’s hand then settled on Eren’s inner thigh and, fuck his skin was so warm. Fingers splayed out, creeping upwards, until the alluring heat of Eren’s cunt was just an inch away from the tip of Levi’s thumb.
What the hell was he doing? Was he truly this sick and depraved? This desperate to feel the skin of another? Levi questioned himself, judged himself, even as he crumbled to his own selfish fixations. His mind jumped erratically between denial and bargaining—the inevitable excuses that begged him to surrender. Would it really be so bad? If Eren didn’t find out, what harm could it cause? Maybe Eren had secretly wanted this all along.
Delusional. Levi was fucking delusional and knew it, but he still couldn’t stop himself. He had already fallen too far into the abyss.
With a trembling inhale, Levi’s thumb finally grazed the spot it had been nearing. The lips of Eren’s pussy were soft and pliant; malleable with even the scarce amount of pressure Levi applied. That first touch, that first stroke of supple skin, saw the sudden death of Levi’s moral reservations.
This was what he wanted. Eren, asleep, helpless to the wandering of hands. Maybe he was irredeemably fucked up but so was the world, so was everyone else.
Levi’s thumb lifted, dipping into Eren’s slit and slowly running down the middle. Testing, feeling, damn-near moaning at the silken wet texture of Eren’s inner lips, and Levi felt— Fuck, Levi felt like he was defiling something sacred, leaving his dirty fingerprints all over a priceless exhibit. His thumb slid back up, this time angled to gently spread Eren apart, revealing delicate pink ripples and a pretty little clit.
Then, Eren made a soft sound. Not one of waking, not one of alarm, but merely a ghost of an inquisitive hum. Did he like being touched? Had he ever been touched before, by anyone other than himself? Levi wondered as his eyes flicked to Eren’s sleeping face—staring while he raised his hand and sucked Eren’s wetness off the tip of his thumb. Was he the first to see? The first to taste?
The high likelihood of Eren’s virginal inexperience had Levi’s blood pumping even harder. From touching the untouchable; stealing such a precious thing that was meant solely to be given. Something scalded within the depths of his chest. Wound tightly around his heart, put pressure on his ribs. Levi was possessive. Of this moment, this scene—this perverted transgression that he had every intent of taking to his grave. Every filthy second was his to enjoy.
And, so was Eren.
Levi’s hand returned, basking in the heat between Eren’s thighs as his thumb slid once more through Eren’s slit. Down, slowly, over Eren’s slick inner lips, and then back up, coming to rest on Eren’s clit. There wasn’t a shred of sense in Levi’s mind. He needed to touch, feel, play with the body laid out before him and discover how reactive to his hands Eren might be.
He gently nudged Eren’s clit, ensuring the calloused pad of his thumb was good and wet before starting to rub circles over the top. The sound Eren made was tenser than the last. A whine tinted with frustration; a moan that trailed off from lack of strength. Levi took note of each reaction with fanatic focus. Eyes hungry and obsessive, watching the faint crease of Eren’s brow as his head feebly wobbled where it rested. Then, in a thrilling moment that was instantly burned into Levi’s memory, Eren’s legs parted, ever-slightly. That subtle shift of Eren’s thigh created just enough space for his hand to move freely.
And, that it did.
Levi’s thumb kept toying with Eren’s clit, motions smooth and rhythmic to avoid any jarring sensations. The increase in pressure was gradual—calculated, even—working Eren up in a way that felt as effortlessly natural as the soft caress of sleep.
Whether to stare at Eren’s face or watch his thumb swirl within Eren’s slit was a decision Levi struggled with. He desperately alternated between the two; face flushed and breaths heavy just from the sheer intensity of his own arousal. Levi was far from lacking in experience. But, getting to act out his perverse fantasy, feeling Eren’s cunt get wetter as the clit beneath his thumb swelled from the stimulation, elevated Levi to the point where he was only a few good touches away from coming in his trousers.
He wouldn’t touch himself, though. Not yet. He refused to diminish the experience with quick and effortless release. Denying himself, forcing himself to sit and endure such painfully acute arousal, was even more erotic than the thought of getting himself off. Levi had to wait. Until he had taken his fill of Eren’s unconscious body and satiated the dark compulsions within him; until desperation was so deeply rooted that it possessed his mind entirely.
To bask in the warmth of heaven before falling into hell.
Levi’s hand crept downward, and he noticed how Eren frowned, whined, as his clit was abandoned. Wet enough now his pussy glistened in the candlelight; clear fluid glazing the parted lips on either side of his slit. And likewise, Levi’s fingers—coated wet just from idly stroking down the seam.
Air stalled in Levi’s throat as he rubbed the tips of two fingers over Eren’s opening. The pliant muscle, so soft and giving. He failed to formulate a single thought, finding the draw of Eren’s body so alluring that his fingers sunk into Eren’s hole seemingly by their own volition. Slowly, gently, pushing deeper into wet and pulsing muscle that hugged his fingers so fucking tightly. Levi let out an indulgent groan as he was sucked in to the knuckle. Even in his sleep, Eren clenched and fluttered around Levi’s fingers, welcoming him with a grip that was reluctant to let go.
And, fuck, the sight. Of Eren laying prone, breaths catching, spread open by an intrusive hand. Levi started slow. Lazily pumping his fingers into Eren’s cunt; observing the wetness that dripped further down his hand with each subsequent thrust. Despite his attempts to be discreet, there was no silencing the soft slicking sounds that accompanied his movements. So wet and obscene—further amplified by the stillness surrounding them.
Fortunately, Eren wasn’t disturbed by it. He writhed slightly on the mattress, arms tense and toes curling into wrinkled sheets. Eren’s breaths accelerated into a shallow panting. His lips, previously still and relaxed, parted around a moan that trembled from weakness.
“Good boy…” Levi’s whisper was cloaked by a heated sigh. He no longer recognized himself; no longer wanted to. He was no hero. He was just a man, tortured and hungry—starving for the pretty thing that was taking his fingers so wantonly. A wetness soon developed in Levi’s own pants. His cock, strangled by cloth, leaking enough for the sticky fluid to stain the front of his trousers.
Levi was hooked. On Eren and this fantasy; the depravity, the thrill. He wanted to see how far he could go. How deep he could dive into his greed before grasping at his throat, running out of air. And, Eren… Eren was the sweetest of temptations. Squirming and whining, hips pressing upward as his dripping cunt sought more from Levi’s fingers.
Then, amongst all the illicit and obscene, Levi wondered:
Would he ever get to have Eren like this again?
Sentiment washed over him like the waters of a bursting dam. Torrential; bludgeoning. The reason he was here, committing an act unforgivable, wasn’t from fear of rejection. No—it was Eren’s acceptance that terrified him most. Adoring eyes and a trusting smile, that blind and unwavering obedience to his childhood hero. Levi didn’t want any of it. The admiration, the worship or the reverence. These were things he often received but had never once deserved. Like this, Eren wouldn’t see Levi for something that he wasn’t. Like this, Eren’s passive face served as a source of comfort, alleviating a pressure that Levi hadn’t known was crushing him.
Fuck. He was thinking too much.
Levi lowered himself, his elbow pressing into the mattress near Eren’s hip, where rusty springs squeaked underneath. Sweet musk reached his nose only a moment before the heat of Eren’s thigh grazed his cheeks. The scent was mouth-watering—subtle, clean, fresh. Distracting enough to make Levi’s fingers still against the plush pillow of Eren’s inner walls. He yearned to taste the most forbidden of fruits; drown himself in sick indulgence.
Levi’s tongue was pointed as it extended past his lips. He touched the tip to the base of his slicked fingers, still nestled within tight muscle, and from there, licked a languid stripe upwards. Like silk, Levi’s tongue ran up through Eren’s slit, slipping over soft skin before bumping over a swollen clit. Eren tasted exactly as Levi expected—exactly how he’d gathered from sampling that previous smear on his fingertips. Naturally sweet with a dewy musk, like a humid forest after a day of summer rain.
Eren’s thighs twitched beneath the glide of Levi’s tongue. A show of his sensitivity; his body’s unconscious longing. A gentle moan echoed through the cell as Levi’s tongue circled around his clit—swirling wetly over the delicate nerves and sending shivers down Eren’s legs. Levi felt each one with his hand that was clasped around Eren’s thigh, holding his legs apart despite the small jolts that attempted to close them.
Gone was Levi’s mind. Lost was Levi’s soul. To the dripping cunt that pulsed against his lips, the hole that clenched around his fingers in a desperate plea for movement. Eren only got hotter, wetter, when Levi resumed the slow and steady thrust of his fingers. They fucked Eren in synchrony with his mouth; plunging deep, stroking upwards, as he sucked and tongued at Eren’s clit, licked up and down hot satin lips.
If defilement was the aim, Levi had no doubt accomplished it. He was drunk on the thought of how thoroughly he was tainting Eren’s cunt. With his hands, his mouth—his slick saliva that mixed with Eren’s wetness and left the boy soaked all over. Levi couldn’t get enough of it; how his nose rubbed into Eren’s mound as he lavished a swollen clit, taking in air that was thickened by a musky scent. The sloppy sounds of his fingers, sticky and filthy wet.
Eren’s unconsciousness only heightened Levi’s experience. It was the most peculiar thing, how intensely erotic he found Eren’s lack of reaction—Eren’s lack of participation. No demands, no complaints. No attempts to escape or force his hand. Eren squirmed, spurred him on with unwitting sounds of pleasure, but in the end, Levi’s control was absolute.
Eren was his toy to play with; whether he wanted it or not was irrelevant. That was what Levi had decided.
“Mmhn…” Eren moaned in his throat while his legs shifted, while his back arched up off the mattress. His hips moved erratically—grinding his cunt against Levi’s tongue before attempting to pull back—seeking friction despite not being able to handle the intensity. “A-ah…”
Heat expanded in Levi’s gut at the sound of Eren’s pleasure. The way in which Eren’s burned up like a star in his hands. Naturally combusting, the sweat of his skin giving off a heavenly sparkle. Melting, dripping over his own thighs and sheets, almost too hot and suffocating for Levi to keep his fingers sheathed within.
Levi hummed while sealing his mouth around Eren’s clit. Sucking gently, offering the flat of his tongue for Eren to grind up against. Sleepy, but desperate. He swallowed as much of Eren as he could. Savouring the connection, the taste and the feel, and even when Eren’s indecisive hips and jittering thighs tried to squirm away—Levi chased them.
Somehow, they were so physically entwined that Levi felt the build of Eren’s climax as if it were his own. Tension coiled like a band around his fingers and pleaded for him to keep going. Levi kept plunging his fingers into Eren’s cunt; faster, harder, hungrily lapping up the mess as he made it. The pitch of Eren’s whimpers proved he was on the brink.
“Nnhg… Mh—!” With a gasp and a whine, tensing thighs attempted to close around the back of Levi’s head.
Eren clenched tight around Levi’s fingers; cunt pulsing rhythmically as he came into the heat of Levi’s mouth. Eren’s whole body seemed to shake. Legs trembling harder with each second spent in bliss, then shuddering as he passed his peak and sought to escape the stimulation.
After helping himself to one last lick, Levi raised onto his elbow and took in his accomplishment. The glow of Eren’s skin. The heave of his breath, heavy from being spent. Gradually, Eren’s thighs drifted apart to rest against the mattress, laying open and relaxed. Levi’s breaths were heavy too. Ragged as he stared down at his fingers, still knuckles-deep in Eren’s hole, and felt supple muscles softening around him, going all pliant.
There was no chance of resisting such an alluring sight. Levi didn’t even stop to consider a chance of course. He was too desperate now, too hopeless. With Eren’s body sprawled out beneath him, legs wide open and cunt sopping wet. A heated flush of pink had spread across Eren’s neck and face. Perfect—a carnal vision of lust and beauty, personifying the darkest of sins.
Levi slipped his fingers out. Moving his hand away revealed the puddle of arousal that had formed between Eren’s legs, wetting white sheets and making the fabric stick. The haze in Levi’s eyes was just as heavy as the one in his mind. He had fallen too far and now, was beyond saving. Levi’s hands no longer trembled. They moved sure and steady, possessing only urgency as they unbuttoned the front of his trousers.
“Fuck,” Levi sighed with sheer relief, his erection finally freed from the confines of fabric. He stared down at his engorged cock, with fat veins protruding, skin flushed a furious red. A shameful amount of precome dribbled in sticky strings from his slit. He was already raw and overstimulated despite not having been touched at all. Just the thought of wrapping a hand around himself had his cock twitched and tensing, straining with nearly unbearable impatience.
But, Levi didn’t jerk off. After everything, with the taste of Eren still heavy on his tongue, there was no way he could settle for his own hand.
He needed Eren.
Leaning forward, Levi rested a hand by Eren’s head as he blanketed the boy’s body with his own. Hovering just above—close enough to feel the warmth of skin while remaining just shy of a touch. Eren’s legs were already parted wide enough to accommodate him. Spread open like a whore, as if begging him to enter.
There was already a sweat on Levi’s brow by the time he allowed his throbbing cock to graze over Eren’s cunt. His length slid through Eren’s slit, dragging heavy between silken lips and coating himself with slick fluid. Levi knew, already, that it wouldn’t take much. Just the heat of Eren’s skin rubbing against the underside of his shaft was enough to make his balls tighten in anticipation.
Levi drew his hips back, until the head of his cock caught on Eren’s slick hole. It was all too perfect—too hot, too inviting. His hips pressed forward before he even realized what was happening. All that existed was the feeling of Eren’s cunt stretching out around his tip, so wet and relaxed that it eased the way for his girthy cock, practically sucking him inside.
And fuck—Eren was so damn tight. Heart-stoppingly so, like a stiff new toy that had yet to be broken in. Exhilaration seared behind Levi’s eyes as he slowly pushed in deeper. He watched himself slide into Eren, with parted lips and a crease between his brow, at a pace so torturously slow that his fingers twisted hard in the sheets.
“Nnm…” Eren whined and turned his head. His thighs quivered against Levi’s hips, trembling from having his hole stretched wide and gradually stuffed full of cock. Eren looked like something divine, with glistening pink lips that sat so prettily around Levi’s shaft.
Levi settled for only getting half of his length in—sparing Eren the fattest part of cock, near the base. He had a talent for gauging when he was about to push his luck too far. Fortunately, even just being partially inside Eren felt good enough to drive him mad. Silken walls rippled around the head of his cock, massaging his sensitive frenulum while caressing him with the heat of Eren’s body. Pulsing, throbbing, squeezing him ever so tightly.
“Aah—” Levi groaned while drawing his hips back. Slowly sliding himself out before sinking back in, thrusts so shallow that he would hardly consider it fucking. And yet, and yet, the sensation was already overwhelming, just from being inside Eren. Even moreso with how sensitive and touch-deprived his cock was. The smallest movements were bliss, and the subtle squeeze of Eren’s muscles, ecstasy.
Levi couldn’t stop himself from desperately rutting into Eren’s cunt—making himself pant and moan with his pathetic little thrusts. He almost felt like he was having sex for the first time. With excessive eagerness and lack of patience, a slippery grip on his self-control, unable to pace himself through pleasures that were so new and exhilarating.
“F-fuck…” Levi’s voice pitched towards a whine. He might’ve been embarrassed by the pathetic jerks of his hips if he’d had even a shred of self-awareness left.
Twenty seconds was all it took. Twenty seconds of delirious half-thrusts, until Levi’s balls clenched and his hips stuttered to a halt. Heat shot through his veins—blood catching fire like a trail of kerosene. It burned straight through him, from his buzzing mind to his straining thighs. His cock throbbed within the tight sheath of Eren’s cunt, eagerly twitching with each thick spurt of cum that he pumped into Eren’s sleeping body. A gentle rock of his hips was enough to jerk himself through the peak of it.
He couldn’t help but watch—stare with a disturbing amount of satisfaction—as hot cum dribbled out around his cock, coating his shaft and dripping sinfully between Eren’s legs. Levi basked in it for as long as he dared. Which was just about as long as it took for his heart to stop thundering, and for the white-hot embers to fizzle out from his vision. And, once they had, Levi was about to fully take stock of what he had done.
With the veil of lust pulled back, there was nothing left to protect him from the violent waves of shame and guilt. He had enjoyed it, and if given the chance, he was sure he would do it all again, but fuck—he was disgusting. Levi knew now that there truly was no man more pathetic than himself.
His hands were trembling once more.
With panic simmering just below his skin, Levi struggled to keep his composure while gently sliding out of Eren’s cunt. His teeth clenched at the vulgar sight of his cum spilling from an abused hole. Now, he had no idea how to proceed. There was no undoing what he had done, no easy way of cleaning Eren up without a greater risk of him waking.
He had to leave. Before he made himself nauseous.
Within the next few minutes, Levi carefully worked Eren’s briefs back onto his motionless figure, then arranged him into a comfortable position and draped the sheets back over his chest—just as he was before. Levi tidied himself, too. Swept back his sweat-damp hair, made his uniform look tidy and proper, then walked briskly through the cell’s open door.
The dungeon smelled of sex—distinctly.
Levi balled his hands into fists to stop them from shaking.
As he ascended the stairs, struggling to see without a light in the dark, Levi tried to imagine how this would all end. Whether Eren would suspect what had been done to him. Whether he would question the stickiness between his legs or sleepily shrug it off as his own mess. Once he had reached the top of the stairwell, Levi fumbled for his keys in harrowing darkness.
There was no chance of sleep.