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The bathroom was expectantly quiet compared to the bustling restaurant, the large sparkling mirrors being occupied by a few posh Omegas who were busy sending judging glares towards Eren as the brunet cleaned himself up. Touching his ruby cheeks, he dusted away some pearly shimmers from his face before reapplying some wispy liner to his glimmering eyelids.
Peeking through thick lashes, Eren notices one of the Omegas dressed in a tight-fitting black dress staring him down before sending an amused grin towards their giggling friend. As if he cares what they think, unlike them, he’s actually getting paid to look pretty and entertain scumbags. They can stare as much as they want.
He knew he looked out of place— he didn’t seem rich enough, or at least not so rich that those snobby assholes could recognize his wealth on sight. He tried dressing as fancy as he could, this was his job after all, but he still had to show some skin, some sex appeal. But he can’t exactly afford expensive brands, or at least not those that only the richest of assholes could afford. So no matter how expensive his outfit was, it was nothing compared to what the people around him were wearing.
But it didn’t matter, he was here to sell himself, not show off the wads of cash he makes by flippantly spending his hard-earned money to impress a bunch of snobs.
He guesses they figured out he was a hired escort, if the crude glares was anything to go by. The signature black choker was probably a dead giveaway, a common accessory most Omegan escorts wore to protect them from forced mating bites. It was a necessity, one he was not going to be rid of no matter how many people would stare.
Blowing out a quiet raspberry, he tugs at his hair; pulling out two strands to frame his pretty face. He might not be as delicate and frail as most Omegas, but he certainly has the face of one. Probably the best face in his industry. He was highly sought after, and very expensive. A jewel, a diamond in the rough as so many of his clients would boastfully call him.
He was perfect, beautiful and always desired. So then, why was he so damned nervous?
Wiping his hands dry, he sends a dirty look towards one of the leering Omegas before leisurely making his way out of the stuffy bathroom. The stench of heavy perfume and expensive wine bombards his nose, sending a shiver down his back. The restaurant was practically drowning in rich snobs, wealthy couples and loud families. It was a bit obscene, especially considering the prices but Eren couldn’t complain— he wasn’t paying after all.
Approaching his small table, he smiles sweetly at his client as the older man gives him a once over before nodding and returning his gaze back to the thin menu.
Levi Ackermann. As rich as he is strange— which was very, very strange.
Normally Eren would meet his clients at their pricey home or some showy parties, yet so far he was never invited to a restaurant— and certainly not without an audience to ogle him. So he was… suspicious, to say the least.
And, of course, then there was the obvious glaring fact that Levi was good looking, very, very good looking.
To say he was surprised when the older man introduced himself as his client was an understatement. He was waiting in the cold, avoiding tiny droplets of rain until eventually the man’s expensive car parked a few feet away from him. When Levi approached Eren, the Omega all but ignored him, he wasn’t going to humour some random Alpha that didn’t pay for his time but he had to shamefully admit: Levi’s intoxicating musk and dangerous good looks was almost enough for Eren to spare a glance at the older man.
Perhaps it was his own fault for not searching up the man’s appearance but after he was sent the contract without a picture to match, he simply assumed his client was ugly and didn’t want Eren knowing what he looked like. It wasn’t until Eren’s name was smoothly voiced out of Levi’s thin lips did he turn to greet the surprisingly short Alpha and figured that the criminally handsome man was none other than his faceless client.
That was the first instance where he felt suspicious of this entire ‘date’.
A deliciously fruity looking cocktail was gently placed in front of his tense hands as the waiter quickly turned his attention towards Levi who was still busy scouring the short menu. The man practically ignored Eren as he patiently waited for Levi to order. The blatant disrespect was something Eren was forced to get used to, being ignored due to his second gender or profession. Or both. But that doesn’t mean the rude act didn’t annoy him.
They spoke in a language Eren didn’t understand nor cared to understand, but considering they were dining in a French owned establishment: he’d assume they were speaking french.
So his client spoke french, charming.
Sipping on the fruity liquor, his lips quirk into a sweet smile as the Alpha turns to look at him. His steel-cold eyes meet Eren’s distant ones, narrowing slightly before returning to their usual lowered position.
“You know what you want?”
The cool monotone voice sent chills down Eren’s spine, forcing the Omega to squirm in his chair. This night was becoming more and more interesting. Levi was so unlike his usual clientele that it made him rather uncomfortable. Yet no matter how sexy the man might be, he still paid for Eren. He still agreed to this contract and no man who pays for sex is ever innocent nor good.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” Eren smiles sweetly, repeating the same rehearsed lines he uses on all of his clients. A grimace forms over Levi’s handsome face “I highly doubt you’d like what I’m having.” He assures, ignoring the anxious waiter as he discreetly tries to hand the menu over to Eren.
What’s that supposed to mean!?
He wanted to bristle and bite, but all he could muster was swallowing a snide remark as he straightened in his chair. “Then pick for me. My taste isn’t as… refined as this place.” He puts on a charming smile, waiting for the older man to respond.
“Kid’s menu, then?”
Eren knew he was joking, but the way the man delivered his rather stale joke was as cold and emotionless as his demeanor. “You’re so funny.” Eren smiles, faking a giggle. “Just pick whatever, I’m satisfied either way.” He purrs, leaning closer.
The Alpha doesn’t rebuke, seemingly fed up with Eren’s passiveness as he quietly orders the Omega’s food.
God save him, he already wanted to go home.
They sat in an awkward silence, drinking from their respective glasses as Eren thought of a conversation starter. “So,” Eren begins, setting down his dwindling cocktail “This place is rather… nice. Very expensive looking.” The Omega teases, toying with the edges of his drink.
“Hmm, I suppose.” Levi muses, leisurely glancing at busy tables “Although I think it’s all rather pretentious. The food is nice, however.”
“That’s reassuring.” Eren smiles, soft hand inching closer towards Levi’s own “But I certainly hope that the food won’t be the only thing filling me up tonight.” Levi doesn’t respond, doesn’t even flinch, yet Eren manages to spot a slight flush creeping up his neck.
Their dinner arrives relatively fast, a testament to the service. He expected some fine steak, maybe even something with snails, but this?
“Schnitzel?” Eren muttered, glancing up at the smiling waiter as he gently placed Levi’s meal in front of the stone faced Alpha. Levi nods, a faint outline of a smirk forming on his thin lips. “You don’t know what a Schnitzel is?” Letting out a quiet scoff, Eren glares at the Alpha before collecting himself “Of course I know what a Schnitzel is. I just— I don’t know, I expected something more… fancy?”
Picking up his utensils, he curiously glances at Levi’s plate, eyeing the meat suspiciously “And yours is…?”
“Filet de Cheval.”
“Huh?”
“Horse meat.”
His gaping mouth and stunned expression was enough to force a grin on the Alpha’s usually stoic face. “I jest, it’s just a cow that was brutally slaughtered instead.” A small guffaw escapes Eren’s lips. So the man could joke around? If in a rather crude way.
They ate in relative silence with Eren sneaking a few glances to shamelessly ogle the older man whilst Levi delicately enjoyed his meal. The Alpha was strange, strange for inviting Eren out, strange for having such a crass sense of humour and strange for…
Putting his fork down, Eren tentatively licks his lips before clearing his throat. “If you don’t mind me asking— and this is only because I’m curious— why would you of all people need an… escort?” Levi lets out a long sigh, and for a moment Eren fears he might have overstepped until the older man meets his curious gaze. “In my line of work there isn’t much time for relationships and most are just flings which lead to complications. Not to mention, I hate just about everyone I work with so I doubt I’d want to stick my dick in them.” Levi answers mildly, seemingly bored of his own words.
Well, that would explain one thing. But then what about…
Leaning closer, careful not to drag his shimmering top against his empty plate, Eren practically breathes in Levi’s face as he cautiously whispers out his next words.
“And um, the virgin part?”
Levi goes still, eyes flicking towards Eren as a rather embarrassed expression forms over his features. Or as embarrassed as an inanimate rock could look. The air smelled tense and he almost wanted to smack himself across the face for asking an Alpha about his sex life. He knew how fragile they were, how quick they were to anger, yet unfortunately curiosity got the best of him and he carelessly let his nosiness compromise his professionalism.
He did however enjoy the sudden timid nature from Levi as the older man awkwardly shifted in his seat. Eren made him squirm, and with just a few words. It made him wonder how else he could make the Alpha squirm, if he would act this shy and embarrassed in bed.
It was strange, getting excited over his job. It had been oh so long.
“You read the contract, there’s nothing else to say.” Levi coughs out, sipping on his wine as he avoids Eren’s poignant stare. The air smelled sweet, Eren’s arousal creeping in between their bodies. It seeped through even with his scent blockers in place, although they were custom made to ensure he would still smell alluring to his clients, having been manufactured by the company he works for. Was it illegal? Maybe. But was it effective? Highly.
“I’m just surprised, that's all.” Eren assures, biting his lower lip “You’re quite good looking and you smell like heaven. Didn’t think someone like you would be a well… you know.” Eren mumbles, glancing around to ensure he wasn’t embarrassing his patron.
“Well, I am , but I’m no prude. I know about fucking, sucking, slicking, knotting— just about anything and everything. I can assure you.” Levi growls, heated eyes meeting Eren’s own. “Did that answer your question, Sherlock?” A small flush paints Eren’s face “Oh it certainly did, Mr Holmes.” He purrs, genuinely entertained by the handsome Alpha.
He’s starting to like this man more and more.
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Levi pays for dinner, rather courteously as well, he doesn’t make a big show out of it like most of Eren’s clients do. He just pays and tips without any stupid comment or prolonged eye contact. It was still drizzling outside, small droplets of rain trickling down, threatening to soak Eren’s expensive clothes. Thankfully, like a true gentleman, Levi hands him an Umbrella which he gladly takes. With an offered arm, the older man guides Eren towards the bustling parking spot, pulling the shivering Omega closer to his warm side.
“I don’t remember you walking in with an umbrella.” Eren muses, toying with the wooden handle as they slowly walk towards Levi’s parked car. It looked expensive, just like its owner. A beautiful sheen glistened over the black car, a spotless vehicle representing the care its owner puts into it. “I didn’t.” Levi smirks, reaching over to open the door for Eren. Sliding inside the warm car, Eren makes himself comfortable against the leather chair. It smelled clean— fresh. Which is a far preferred smell to that awful nauseating ‘new car’ stench.
“So you stole it?” He lets out a faux gasp, dramatically placing his manicured fingers against his agape mouth “How scandalous, I’ll have to punish you for that.” He purrs smoothly, batting his thick lashes at the smirking Alpha who was busy buckling himself in. He swiftly notices a small flush creeping up the man’s neck again. So adorable. Levi might be a stoic dick with an appalling sense of humour, but he was mildly entertaining.
Maybe Eren wasn’t going to dread the night as much as he initially imagined. He might even enjoy it, but that remains to be seen. Hopefully the Alpha listens to him, and doesn’t just go to town on his body like most do.
“You've been doing this for long?” A sudden smooth voice interjects. “Why do you ask?” Eren breathes, toying with his loosening bun. “I’m curious. Is that a crime?” Levi retorts, staring at the road ahead. In his line of work it’s more of a nuisance than anything. “A few years, 3 or 4– give or take.” Levi hums in acknowledgement, not saying much yet appearing to listen to the tense Omega. “So you have nothing to worry about.” Eren smiles, leaning over to whisper in the Alpha’s ear “I’ll take very good care of you tonight.” The pale fingers around the wheel tighten, knuckles turning white as Levi tries to keep his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
“I’m hoping I won’t disappoint then.” The older man breathes, jaw clenched tightly. Eren puffs out a laugh before gently rubbing Levi’s tense thigh “So far you’ve been an exceptional surprise. I’m sure you’ll keep me full and sated tonight.”
He wasn’t lying, Levi did surprise him, which was so unlike his usual clientele that it scared him, if only a little. He was rigid, less smooth with his words— completely unlike his perfectly crafted work persona. He still managed to throw in a few flirtatious remarks here and there, yet his attitude was nothing like he had meticulously rehearsed. He doesn’t question his clients, he doesn’t talk back. Ever. Yet oddly enough, he doesn’t necessarily fear being direct with Levi. Or maybe he just wasn’t used to being wined and dined before getting fucked.
Shit, those Cocktails were getting to his head.
“We’re here.”
He’s ripped from his turmoiled thoughts almost instantly, cool air washing over his slightly bare calves as the door next to him stood wide open. With a low nod, he grabbed the offered hand before leisurely climbing out of the comfortable leather seat. Slowly turning around, he spots the fancy building. Huh, an apartment complex, surprising considering the man could probably buy the whole building. But maybe he likes the smaller space? Eren won’t judge either way. This place is worth more than he could ever afford.
The building was leagues fancier than anything he owns. Not that he’s dirt poor, he lives rather comfortably— a deserved feat considering what he does for a living.
“Fancy.” Eren teases, hastily grabbing Levi’s extended arm as the man guides him towards the shiny glass doors. “Trust me, the inside’s fancier.” Levi assures, sneakily pulling Eren closer. He smelled amazing, like clean sheets and fresh morning dew. It drove Eren mad. Their scents mingled together perfectly, sweet and musky welding into one perfect amalgamation.
The lobby was as gorgeous as Eren expected, practically sparkling. “Squeaky clean here.” Eren muses, humming quietly as his eyes scour the marvellous lobby. “Just how I like it.” Levi breathes out, gently pulling Eren into the waiting lift. “Oh, so you like it clean? Not messy?” Eren purrs, rubbing his hands along Levi’s hard chest. He feels the man’s breath stutter ever so slightly. Fuck, even beneath his superbly tailored suit Eren can feel the hard muscles flexing beneath his exploring fingers.
Sudden cool fingers glide against his bare hips, causing Eren to jump closer towards the stiff Alpha. The man had practically been abstinent the whole night, rarely touching Eren, so for him to brazenly grope the Omega’s sides was more than surprising, but he was rather enjoying this surprise.
Warm lips graze against his neck, nibbling and gnawing beneath his jaw eliciting tiny moans from the panting Omega. Some moans were for show yet others were… genuine. Squeezing his hand between the man’s hard chest and his own, he glides his nimble fingers towards Levi’s growing bulge. The man let out a stifling moan, sharp teeth digging near Eren’s throat as his cool fingers dug deeper into his hips.
His heart stills, skin turning icy. Thankfully, his protective collar was blocking Levi’s attempt to mark him— if that was his intention to begin with. The pretty black choker was specifically made to deter if not outright protect him from all Alpha or pesky Beta teeth. Unless someone was somehow able to bite through the thick collar, he was safe from accidentally getting mated during sex. But still, it was standard protocol to warn his clients.
“Watch it.” Eren whispers, breathy and quiet. Gently pulling away from Levi’s sharp teeth, he grasps the Alpha’s flushed face. “Remember the rules.” Eren hums, licking a stripe up the man’s open lips to his button nose. “No biting near the mark.”
Levi looks breathless, an unusual flush on his cheeks as he awkwardly nods. The Elevator dings loudly, doors sliding open smoothly to reveal a marbled lobby and a singular black hardwood door. Everything was so clean it made Eren feel dirty.
The Alpha reluctantly pulls away, hands shaking as he digs into his pocket to pull out a set of keys. He was jittery, probably desperate to fuck Eren or hold him. His scent must be doing something awful to Levi’s inner Alpha, the creature lurking beneath the man’s skin probably demanding to fuck Eren right here and there, if the shorter man’s clenched jaw and flared nose was anything to go by.
It’d be fine for Eren either way, but it would cost Levi extra. Semi-Public fucking doesn’t come cheap.
The door clicks open, Levi’s knuckles turning white as his fingers threaten to break the expensive door handle. Eren’s practically dragged inside the comfortably warm apartment, almost stumbling as Levi roughly shuts the door behind them. “It smells lovely.” Eren moans, leisurely tugging off his thick coat. Levi hums in slight acknowledgement, yet his eyes were set on his tiny secluded shoe rack as he desperately tugs his expensive dress shoes off. Taking a hint, Eren toes his own shoes off as well, placing the high heeled leather dress shoes next to Levi’s shiny ones.
He barely gets to take in his surroundings before Levi’s on him again, hands pushing, pulling and tugging all over his body. Tan fingers linger around the man’s undercut as Levi digs his face into Eren’s chest. The Alpha was completely tactless, having absolutely no clue what he’s doing as he gropes Eren’s side. He can tell Levi wants to do more , but he clearly doesn’t know how or what to do.
It was… cute. He never dealt with a Virgin before, mostly because his clients were either old bastards or cheating husbands. So Levi was a refreshing new breath of air.
“Where do you want me?” Eren whispers, bending down to kiss Levi’s tense jaw. The Alpha shudders, eyes glassy as he meets Eren’s own “I… I don’t know.” Levi admits, a small dusty flush creeping up his face. “We can do it wherever.” Eren moans, licking a stripe up Levi’s neck to his ear “Couch, Shower, Counter, Window— anything is fine.” He assures, pulling the shorter man closer to grind his knee against the Alpha’s surprisingly large bulge. Guess that’s where the rest of his height went.
“… Bedroom. On a bed. I just…. I want it to be normal.” Levi mumbles, brows furrowed tightly. With a soft smile, Eren leisurely nods “Bedroom sounds perfect.” The Omega whispers.
His long fingers are squeezed almost painfully, Levi’s death-grip threatening to crush his hand as the Alpha leads him to his bedroom. It was up some light wooden stairs, past an immaculate open kitchen. He expected a door, another room maybe, yet instead he was greeted with the sight of an open spacious bedroom with a small glass balcony looking down onto the main floor. Everything was spotless, even Levi’s bed was wrinkle-free not that it ultimately mattered, they were going to soil it anyways.
The room was surprisingly bright, actually the whole apartment was. Although lacking in decorations and any signs of life, it was still homely, if that were even possible. And with the large windows aligned along the entire lower living space, he can only imagine how lovely the mornings look.
“Undress.” The sudden growling voice demands, surprising Eren as he swiftly turns around to face the stiff Alpha. He notices just how tense Levi seems, awkwardly standing by the glass railing, patiently waiting for Eren to obey. This was nothing like the confident man he dined with a few hours ago, he found it rather endearing. “Yes sir.” Eren purrs, tugging at his loose bun. Soft strands frame his face, pouring over his warm nape as he leisurely slips out of his top. His skin was boiling, preening under the handsome Alpha’s heated stare. The soft fabric slips off his tan shoulders, carelessly plopping onto the pristine hardwood floor. In his undress, he notices that Levi has not moving, not even touching his growing bulge.
“You don’t want to touch yourself?” Eren whispers, gently pulling down his see through tights, making sure to snap the tight fabric against his toned thighs before tugging it off of his legs leaving them bare and cold. Levi shakes his head, heated eyes never leaving Eren’s front as the Omega gently pulls down his underwear revealing his pretty little cock.
“I won’t last if I do.” Levi admits, pale hand tirelessly rubbing against his flushed cheeks. He can feel slick starting to build, seeping through his hole and slowly drenching his thighs. “We have all night, Alpha.” Eren moans, spreading his legs against the clean sheets. “You can cum as many times as you want. In me, on me— it doesn’t matter.” He breathes heavily, slim fingers slipping past his wet thighs and tiny cock to encircle his drenched hole.
“I’m all yours. Use me as you see fit.”
He expected the man to jump on him like a feral dog, maybe even recklessly shove his cock into Eren’s hole as so many do, but instead the Alpha was almost shy as he cautiously approached the bed before climbing on top of the comfortable mattress. Cool fingers snake up Eren’s neck, scraping past his protective collar as Levi’s thumb drags over plump lips; the pale digit gently rubbing Eren’s lower lip. He licks the salty pad, tongue gently prodding against Levi’s thumb before hastily grabbing the man’s hand and engulfing his middle finger. With a long wet suck, he pops the finger out of his mouth, a sly smirk gracing his beautiful features.
“I don’t want to use you.” Levi whispers, leaning closer to sweetly rub their noses together. It was soft, far too soft. It scared Eren, forcing his breath to hitch as the older man leaned in for a gentle kiss. “I want to make love to you.” Levi rasps, pushing Eren down against the cool sheets before climbing atop the deathly quiet Omega.
Make love? He won’t lie, that managed to catch him off guard.
“O-Oh.” Eren rasps, wide eyes staring up at Levi as the man presses his warm forehead against Eren’s own. Clearing his throat, he drags his hands against the Alpha’s solid chest “Ok.” He whispers, lips gingerly touching Levi’s own. He’s unsure of what else to say, what should someone say to this request?
“I want you to teach me.” Levi admits, kissing him gently. Too gently. With a staggering nod, Eren licks his lips before lightly pushing the heavy man off of him. “I need you to be naked first.” Eren murmurs, cheeks burning as he tries to compose himself. He quietly watches the Alpha reluctantly pull away, the man’s strong fingers tugging at his loose tie and dress shirt before swiftly removing the offending fabric. A small gasp escaped his lips. Oh, oh wow. Levi was ripped. Eren should have known honestly, after having felt the older man’s muscles flex beneath his perfectly tailored suit, but he didn’t expect an embodiment of Adonis to stand before him. Fuck, Levi even puts Adonis to shame.
And then he dropped his underwear.
Just when Eren thought this night couldn’t get any better— the man was also hung . Not to the point where he’d be concerned for his safety, but Levi’s length was impressive enough, and most importantly, thick enough that it would certainly turn Eren into a drooling mess. He can practically hear his inner Omega sing at the pleasing sight, slick eagerly dripping from his clenched hole. His stomach fluttered in excitement, eager to see how the night would unfold.
“Fuck.” Eren whispers, thighs quivering as he eagerly spreads them apart; giving Levi a front row view of his dripping hole “I hope your knot is as exciting as the rest of the package.” He teases, smiling sweetly at the flushed Alpha. “Come.” Eren purrs, patting the space between his legs “Let me taste you.” Without so much as a protest, Levi scrambles towards him, knees dragging against the sheets as he shuffles between Eren’s spread legs. Staring up at the short man, head tilted slightly and amused grin tugging at his lips, Eren puffs out a short giggle before gliding both his hands between Levi’s strong thighs until they finally reach his throbbing erection.
“So heavy.” Eren muses, thick breath ghosting over Levi’s trimmed pubes. The man’s cock was weighty, sitting weighty in Eren’s hand as the Omega gingerly stroked the dripping length. His other fingers were busy fondling Levi’s balls, eliciting hitched gasps and tiny stifled moans from the older man. “Do you jerk off often?” Eren smiles, staring up at Levi with large glassy eyes, the Alpha shakes his head, nervously swallowing down a large glob of spit as he returns Eren’s warm gaze. He looked positively entranced: staring down at the lewd Omega with a heated glint in his gunmetal eyes.
“You must be so pent up.” Eren mewls, shaking his hair away to lick a filthy stripe up the man’s cock “Don’t worry, Alpha, I’ll take such good care of you.”
The taste was rather pleasant, if a bit salty, Levi seemed to love his cleanliness and thankfully that notion also transferred to his dick. With a languid lick up his shaft, Eren engulfed the groaning Alpha’s tip; humming in pleasure at the familiar feeling. His jaw slowly worked itself slack, allowing Levi’s cock to slip further in. With ease, he begins slurping on the older man’s length. It was like brushing his teeth at this point, he’s so used to sucking cock that the act itself has become a familiar habit, but that didn’t mean that the thickness of Levi’s member didn’t offer some challenge.
He was breathing heavily, warm breath escaping his nostrils as he gulped on Levi’s cock. The Alpha was groaning quietly, thighs shaking and hand weaving through brown locks as he let the Omega suck his throbbing length dry.
“You’re good.” Levi rasps, hips bucking slightly eliciting a small choked gasp from Eren. He hums in acknowledgment, eyes fluttering shut as he bobs up and down the man’s engorged cock. Rutting his small cock against the clean sheets, Eren whimpers ever so slightly as slick runs down his shaking thighs. “Fuck, you’re leaking.” Levi moans, buckling over the moaning Omega. “Stop, Stop.” The man begs, gently pulling on Eren’s soft hair but the boy refuses to budge, even going as far as to reach beneath the man’s trembling thighs and shove Levi closer— deeper. A startled groan, raspy and deep, is all the warning Eren gets before Levi shoots his load deep inside the Omega’s throat. So he wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t last long. No matter, Eren could still wring some cum out of him.
However, instead of shooting his load once and going dry, Levi just wouldn’t stop coming.
Eren sucked and sucked until his cheeks practically begged for relief but there was no end in sight. Fuck, he won’t stop cumming!? With a loud gasp Eren is forced to pull away, eyes hastily squeezing shut as loads of cum shoot onto his face. He was practically drenched, hair and face covered in thick loads of cum, almost blinding him. “Shit.” Levi’s raspy voice utters, his pale hand reaching out to wipe away droplets of cum smeared across Eren’s flushed face.
He waited patiently, eyes closed and head tilted up as Levi carefully wiped away his sticky fluids. It was comedic, really. Here Eren sat, letting his client gently wipe away his cum from Eren’s face as if most wouldn’t have simply moved on and fucked him raw anyways. He supposes Levi was different like that, he was sweet.
“Thank you.” Eren whispers gently, rubbing his burning cheeks. God, how embarrassing. “When you said you wouldn’t last long, I didn’t expect you to also be hoarding that much cum.” He jokes, shifting against the soft sheets. He receives a soft chuckle before cool fingers return to smooth out his hair. “It’s alright.” Eren assures, gently pushing the Alpha’s hand away before sending the blushing man a cheeky wink “We’re going to mess it up anyways.”
He crawls towards the pillows, legs spread and hole leaking; making a show of his arousal. “If you can cum that much from just getting sucked off, then I’m excited to see just how much spunk I can squeeze out of you when you’re knotted in me.” He purrs, rubbing his tingling feet against the stained sheets.Watching Levi crawl towards him like some hungry canine was more pleasurable than he imagined, the tantalising image causing a stir of butterflies to run havoc in his belly. “Such a good Alpha.” He teases, sharp tooth digging into his lower lip “Crawling for me like a dog. You best take me like one then, make me your bitch.”
“I’d prefer to see your pretty face.” Levi replies awkwardly, lowering his muscled chest onto Eren’s, forcing the Omega lower onto the bed “After all, you promised me you’ll teach me how to make love to you.”
Ah, so he was being serious about that. How cute.
“Ok, Lover.” Eren breathes, gently kissing the Alpha’s slick lips “You ever finger anyone before?” He whispers, heavy breath fanning over Levi’s flushed face. Levi looked so much younger like this, blushing and panting like an eager teen; acting nothing like the confident Alpha who paid for his dinner mere hours ago. “Obviously not, but I… I watched some videos.” The Alpha utters, as if ashamed of his own words. “Naughty, naughty.” Eren teases, nails gently scraping alongside Levi’s toned back “I’ll show you how. Just sit back and watch.”
Like an obedient pup Levi backs up, sitting on his haunches and diligently watching Eren prepare himself. He’s done this many times before but having a one man audience, especially one so attractive, definitely made the act more intimate than he’s used to. Most of his clients would jump on him without a second thought, not even having the patience or decency to prepare him accordingly. It’d be painful, yet his slick would help and from what he wagered: his clients loved watching him be in pain.
But not Levi, no. Levi was new and gentle but for how long? For how long would he fuck Eren, if ever again, and get bored of being gentle. Maybe as soon as he loses his virginity he’ll just enact whatever deplorable kink he can think of on Eren or other willing suitors. Wouldn’t be the first time someone did something like that.
Whatever, he wasn’t paid to care.
With a languid moan, he gently slips a thin finger into his wet hole, prodding at his heated insides. It was slippery, slick coating his boiling walls making it easier for him to wedge his finger further in. His slicking was a testament to his arousal, and more importantly: Levi’s sex appeal. In fact, rather embarrassingly, this might be the most he’s ever slicked.
“Is Live better than a video?” Eren moans, gasping as his sensitive insides purr at the gentle prodding of his finger. “None of them were as wet as you, or as pretty.” Levi confesses, silver eyes glued to the Omega’s hole. “You’re… you sure do—hah! K-know what to say to get s-someone all weak in the knees.” Eren moans, hair strewn over his sweaty forehead as he slips another finger into his velvety insides. “I try.” Levi admits, scooching closer.
By now he had 3 fingers in, forcing them as deep as he could and occasionally grazing the slim digits against his aching prostate. Meeting the Alpha’s heated gaze, he almost expects the man to kiss him when he leans closer, yet instead his gaze stays fixated on Eren’s tan fingers.
“Can I?” Levi breathes heavily, pale hand cautiously caressing the insides of Eren’s shaky thigh. “Please, go ahead.” Eren whispers, removing the slim fingers from his clenched hole to allow the older man to do as he pleases. Levi’s fingers were thicker, not as long as Eren’s but sturdier: more weighty. It was different, a delightful feeling he'll savour for a long time. A soft mewl escapes his lips “Push up.” He whimpers, riding the man’s exploring finger until it hits his prostate dead-centre and rather harshly.
He practically screams, thighs spread impossibly wide and back arching painfully “Fuck, Stop!” Eren slurs deliriously, wet eyes meeting Levi’s confused ones. “Shit, did I do something wrong?” The Alpha hisses, hastily pulling out his finger to stroke Eren’s sides. Licking the spit from his lips, he lunges forward to deliver a deep kiss on Levi’s open lips “No.” Eren assures, rubbing his tiny cock against Levi’s trimmed pubes “But this night is about you.” He purrs, kissing the man again “So I prefer to cum when you’re deep and knotted. It’ll be so much more enjoyable for the both of us.”
His slim collar digs into his tan skin, chafing against sweaty flesh as Levi swiftly grabs his neck to lick into his open mouth. He lays back down, goosebumps running down his back as the cool sheets glide against his burning flesh. “Put it in, I’m all wet and ready.” His heavy breaths fan over Levi’s face, lips tingling as the man leans down for another deep kiss.
Gosh, it was starting to feel like this was his first time as well. He should not be this nervous, especially since this is his profession damnit!
Peeking past thick lashes, he watches wide-eyed and breathless as Levi’s thick cock slowly disappears into his lower body, stretching his smooth walls wide open. Fuck, he’s not even halfway in and Eren’s already feeling full. “Holy—“ Levi cuts himself off, arms shaking violently next to Eren’s hips as he desperately pushes himself further in. “Good?” Eren breathes, tan fingers sliding up the Alpha’s solid chest to stroke his clenched jaw “So fucking good.” Levi admits, brows furrowed tightly as he finally bottoms out with a gentle grind.
It felt… amazing. His insides were clenching and expanding around Levi’s thick cock, sucking the man further into his warm body. His tiny cock was practically dripping in excitement, jumping at the slightest grind. “You feel so good, Alpha.” Eren murmurs, grinding down onto the older man’s cock. Levi didn’t respond, but a tiny high pitched mewl escaped his thin lips, informing Eren that he was more than pleased with both the Omega’s body and the compliment.
It was maddening, Levi was gentle— so gentle. Not ramming into him like a madman, like most of his clients would. Squeezing around the man’s length he felt Levi shudder like an excited dog, practically begging to move.
“You can move.” Eren whispers, kissing the man’s flushed cheek before gently guiding his calloused hands into gripping his sides. “Roll your hips.” He instructs, a soft gasp instantly escaping his lips as Levi readily obeys. It was a tiny thrust, but enough to draw a small moan from his slick lips. “Good, keep going.” He mewls, nails scratching down Levi’s toned arms, encouraging the Alpha to continue his small messy thrusts. His tan thighs were trembling, slick coating soft skin as Levi’s gentle thrusts rang mewls from his wet lips.
“Is it good? You feel good?” Levi’s raspy voice demands, hips stuttering as his thrusts grow deeper. “So good. G-go faster, p-please.” Eren groans, nails scraping down the man’s back to dig into his firm cheeks; forcing him deeper.
Head thrown back, long wet hair sticking to the soft pillows, Eren lets out wanton moans; legs shaking violently as Levi’s strong hips dig deeper into his flush ass. Their lips clash against each other, teeth clacking together as Levi’s inexperienced tongue digs around his mouth, muffling Eren’s moans and making breathing strenuous. His mind was foggy, clustered by the thoughts of the man’s brewing knot and immense pleasure as Levi was practically assaulting his prostate.
Be it through accident or not: Levi was a natural in bed.
Sharp teeth graze against his collar, pinching the fancy leather. “C-careful!” Eren growls, scratching Levi’s back in warning, eliciting a pained hiss from the older man. The fear of accidentally being mated was always a possibility in his field and although it’s a rare occurrence, with the right preventable measures that is, it’s still something that could potentially ruin his career and more importantly his life. “Just f-focus on knotting me. No biting.” Eren whispers, leaning closer to dig his sharp canines into the man’s flushed ear, mewling as Levi delivers another harsh thrust.
The deafening sound of skin slapping against slick flesh rang throughout the dark Apartment, Eren’s moans and the soft thud of Levi’s headboard banging against his pristine white walls being the only mediator between the squelching sounds. Surprisingly, Levi lasted longer than expected, although guessing by the growing fleshy ball building at the base of his cock: he was just about ready to knot Eren.
Levi’s thrusts grew erratic, not painful nor tactless yet clearly searching for release. “Fuck, Eren!” Levi whines desperately, pressing his sweaty forehead into Eren’s chest like an embarrassed child. His hips were held in an iron grip, forced to stay in position as Levi desperately shoved himself deeper into his slick warmth. Soft black hair tickled Eren’s chest, coercing the panting Omega into gently stroking the man’s inky strands. They were soft, surprisingly soft, smelling of lavender and mint— perfectly complimenting its owner.
A brutal thrust to his prostate causes Eren’s fingers to pull at the man’s hair, yet instead of lashing out, Levi lifts his head to smash their lips together. Tongues entwined, he grips the older man’s shoulders, writhing beneath his thrusts until he can feel the familiar demanding push of a knot against his slick hole.
“You’re doing so well, keep going. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Eren breathes heavily, raspy voice panting in between Levi’s messy kisses. His thighs were trembling, cheeks red and sensitive as Levi’s thrusts grew smaller yet more demanding. He was rubbing his engorged knot against Eren’s sensitive hole, requesting entrance from the panting Omega. Gently grabbing the man’s clenched jaw, he delivers a small peck to his cheek before whispering in Levi’s flushed ear “It’s alright, Alpha. Knot me.” He moans, nails scraping down Levi’s neck to his defined collarbone “Fill me to the brim with your seed. I’m yours to mate with.”
The pain was almost instantaneous, Levi’s large knot breached his flush hole— forcing itself into Eren’s pliant body. He supposes he’ll never get used to the feeling, knotting was usually a luxury for mated couples. It was only ever meant to feel good once you’ve been mated by your designated Alpha, only then did the feeling of having a fleshy tennis ball sized knot shoved up your body actually turn pleasant— good even.
He still remembers his first knot… what a horror show that was. Yet with time and experience came acclimation and although not all of his customers were Alphas, most were, and they all demanded that Eren be knotted.
A sudden jolt of electricity ran up his spine as Levi’s thumb rubbed against his tiny cock “N-No it’s okay.” Eren yelps, inadvertently grinding against the man’s pale hand as he gently rubs his tiny leaking member “You don’t have to.” Eren assures, biting his spit slicken lower lip. “I want to.” Levi retorts, groaning as he pushes his knot further in until it fully slips into the Omega’s tight heat. His stomach was boiling, insides twisting and purring as Levi emptied himself into his writhing body. With a gasp, small pulses of cum shot out of Eren’s tiny cock, coating Levi’s pubes and abdomen.
They were panting loudly, Eren’s legs spread wide to accommodate the heaving Alpha. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Levi confesses, knuckles turning white as he squeezes the fluffy pillows next to Eren’s head. He was about to agree, considering the circumstances and how Levi was filling him to the brim convincing Eren that the man’s cum was about to spew out of his ears, yet a small grind from the older man forced a breathy mewl from his lips instead.
He doesn’t know for how long he lay there, legs wide and trembling with his lips being engulfed in wet and sloppy kisses from the older man whilst Levi was busy emptying himself inside Eren’s willing body, but it felt like hours. Very enjoyable and pleasurable hours, yet hours nonetheless when it’s probably just been a few minutes.
Pale muscles were twitching rhythmically, shifting and moving beneath Eren’s hands as the Omega leisurely rubbed circles against Levi’s warm flesh. It was so incredibly rare that he’d get handsome clients, especially fit ones, so he eagerly relished in the feeling of Levi’s muscled body pressing against his own. Not that he was a frail little lamb. He works out himself, something he’s very proud of, yet considering his profession: he wasn’t allowed to be too muscled. Just about enough, but not enough to hurt an Alpha or Beta’s ego.
“You did so well.” Eren breathes, gently kissing the man’s sweaty forehead “You’re filling me up so well.” Too well, honestly. He was practically purring, holding the shaking man close until eventually Levi’s knot dissipated and his cock reluctantly slid out of Eren’s sopping hole. With a mewl, he peeked between their tangled wet limbs, gasping at the sight of pools of cum gushing from between his slick thighs. “Fuck, wait here.” Levi suddenly mumbles, awkwardly climbing from between Eren’s legs before hastily rushing down the stairs. Scrambling up on his elbows, Eren almost laughs at the filthy sight of his slick inner thighs covered in heavy doses of cum. The sheets were completely soiled, filthy from their fluids and sweat. Who knew that such a short guy could store that much cum in his balls.
He was slowly drifting away, eyes droopy and mind foggy until a cold cloth was gently wiping at his lower body. Peeking through his thick lashes, Eren quietly watches Levi wipe his tan legs clean. “You don’t have to.” Eren mumbles, biting back a yawn. “But I want to.” Levi assures, gently squeezing the Omega’s thigh before swiftly disappearing down the steps again.
Quite embarrassingly, and uncharacteristically, he fell asleep before the older man did. Slowly drifting away before Levi had even returned. He didn’t remember much of anything, save for the fuzzy feeling of Levi’s strong arms wrapping tightly around his front as the thick covers were thrown over their sweaty bodies. It all felt so domestic, especially after he woke the next morning to find that Levi had left for work but not before leaving him a sticky note thanking Eren for the lovely night. Turning the bright note around he notices the man left his phone number and implored Eren to grab something from the fridge before heading home.
Cute.
He safely tucked the note into his purse before leaving the quiet apartment, an embarrassing flush painted over his warm cheeks.