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eren: hows yooour nighttttt :DDD
eren wandered up and down the hallway of he and jean’s shared apartment, following a monotonous path as he waited for levi to respond. thunder rumbled overhead as the rain hammered down against the walls of the complex, threatening to pierce the flimsy siding with its ferocity. eren nursed his drink; the vodka bitter, straight and cold. the alcohol made that minute feel like an hour. so, when levi finally responded, eren opened the message immediately.
levi: Someone’s drinking.
eren stopped his pacing, a smirk on his lips as he replied.
eren: how u always know tho…
levi: The five t’s don’t exactly scream “sober”.
eren leaned against the wall, a woozy, crooked grin spreading as he read levi’s message. he typed back, his smile hardly fading.
eren: whateverrrrrr
levi: What are you having?
the question brought eren to a pause; he wasn’t sure. his eyes surfed the room and landed on the tall, frosted bottle that remained on the far end of the cluttered dining table. he responded as he padded across the floor towards it.
eren: idk
eren leaned across the table, stretching over the surface to grab at the liquor. it sloshed in his grip, cold to the touch as he swiveled it around, searching for a name through the parts of the tattered label that remained. he didn’t find an answer, but was just as content to leave the mystery unresolved. it got him drunk, that was all that mattered. eren looked back down at his phone.
levi: You don’t know?
eren: the cheap shit from the freezer idk its jeans
levi: Appealing. I can smell it from here.
eren: take me out if you want me drinking smthing better :P
levi: I wish I could, love. Seems the weather feels differently, though.
eren: lameeeeeee
a harsh warmth bloomed in eren’s chest as he emptied the last half-inch left of his drink. his glass met the table with a dull clunk, left abandoned as eren shuffled into the living room. the couch sat vacant and its old, beaten cushions were all but an invitation to his inebriated mind. eren collapsed against them, legs sprawling over the arms as he tucked a pillow beneath his chin. levi hadn’t texted, so he did instead.
eren: i miss u
levi: I miss you, too, love.
his response was timely and precise, and eren wasn’t sure that levi really understood what he’d meant. he smiled against the rough cotton of the pillow, drawing out his response until the motivation behind his words was obvious. the liquor sat heavy in his stomach and sent fuzzy waves of want through his veins.
eren: no i missssssss uuuuuuu
levi: Is that right?
eren: mhmhmhmmmm
eren: i been thinking abt u all dayyyyyy
levi: Any one thing in particular?
eren laughed at the message and blamed the flush of his skin on the alcohol. he knew exactly what levi was getting at, the memory played unabashedly against the forefront of his mind.
eren: lol
he sat up on the couch, hands curled around his phone as he pushed through the reservations his embarrassment set in place.
eren: last week maybe
levi: What about last week?
eren: omg dont do this to me
eren groaned, softly and to himself. but the grin that followed suit proved how little he meant what he said. and levi understood that.
levi: I think I will.
levi: Go on.
eren: *typing*
he staggered towards his room with restrained, stuttering steps. eren closed his bedroom door behind him as his drunken inhibition battled against his willfulness. the vodka won.
eren: giving u head
eren: in the kitchen
eren: i havent stopped thinking abt it
eren tossed his phone to the mattress, a spike of adrenaline and humiliation surging through his body as he planted his face in his hands. he shook his head with a scoff, a prick of disbelief creasing his expression. but before long, eren found himself sinking onto the edge of his bed. with a huff, he flipped his phone around. two new messages. from levi, of course.
levi: Me neither.
levi: You looked so good.
eren’s stomach locked up tight. he bit back a grin as something giddy and immature washed over him. before he could worry over how to respond, levi texted again.
levi: Are you in your room?
eren: yeahhhh :3
levi: Go lock the door.
the tension in eren’s gut loosened as realization dawned on him. he knew what that meant. and a thrash of heat spread through his chest as he glanced towards the door. jean was in the other room, his console set loud as he shouted indistinctly into his mic. eren’s hesitation didn’t last– the click of the lock felt like a secret, taboo and unseemly. it felt good.
levi: Did you?
eren: yes
levi: Good.
levi: Lay down on your bed.
the liquor rushed to his head and any other thought withered beneath the spotlight of levi’s order. eren flattened against the sheets, his body loose and warm against the support of the mattress beneath him. his pillows cradled his head, his hair spread across the cotton case as he replied.
eren: now what?
levi: You’re going to listen to me.
levi: And do exactly as I say.
levi: Aren’t you?
eren’s stomach dropped down into the pits of his desire. he could hear levi’s voice in his head, clear and commanding. his teeth chewed at the soft inner lining of his bottom lip as answered.
eren: yes
eren: i promise
levi: Good boy.
a breath, low and weak slipped from eren’s lungs. he stared at the message and felt his heartbeat beneath his skin, quick and eager.
levi: On your back.
levi: Spread your legs.
levi: No touching.
levi: Understand?
eren: yes
levi: Good.
levi: Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.
levi: Specifically.
levi: Use your words, pretty boy.
eren sucked in a portion of air. he knew exactly what he’d been thinking about. that wasn’t the reservation behind the rigidity of his thumbs. it was that levi’s instructions left no room for ambiguity.
eren: um
eren: ur voice
eren: what u said to me
levi: What did I say to you?
eren: to beg for it
eren: and take it
heat curled in his stomach as eren sent the messages. he pulled his hoodie up to his nose, hiding behind his pointless barrier of polyester as he watched levi type.
levi: And you did so well, didn’t you?
levi: What else?
eren: ur eyes
the vodka swam through him, and eren lost sight of any prior reason behind his hesitancy. levi’s demeanor soaked through the screen and commanded him. and just as he always did, eren obeyed.
eren: u watched the whole time
eren: u never looked away
levi: How could I have?
levi: You should have seen the view.
eren: u looked so hot
levi: You flatter me, love.
levi: What else?
levi: I know there’s more.
levi: Much more.
eren’s sweats were caught between his thighs as he pressed them together. a pulse of lust clenching at his muscles as lust filled him, steadily. but eren followed levi’s rules, and he denied himself of the touch his stiffening erection begged for.
eren: ur hands
eren: on my neck
eren: fuck i couldn’t breathe
a second passed before eren sent the next message.
eren: and it felt so good
levi: You’re hard right now, aren’t you?
eren scoffed, more playful than embarrassed. although, a flush found his cheeks as he admitted,
eren: yes
eren: fuck
eren: it hurts
levi: Cute.
levi: Have you touched yourself, brat?
eren pressed his head back into the pillows. that title. eren could hear levi say it. he could feel levi’s eyes on him, cold and calculated. outside, the rain pattered a persistent percussion against his window and muffled the hum of traffic from the streets below.
eren: i thought abt it
eren: but no
eren: i havent
eren: im being good
levi: Yes, you are.
levi: Now, what else?
he responded quickly, his mind flustered by every moment of that night. the memories felt tangible but levi was so far away, and eren nearly whined through the clench of his jaw as his hips shifted against the mattress.
eren: how you taste
eren: your mouth
eren: your dick
eren: your cum
eren: i miss it
eren: i want it
levi: Greedy little thing.
eren: pls can i
eren: touch myself
eren: it hurts
levi: No.
levi: Not until I say.
eren: please
levi: I won’t say it again.
levi: I’ll consider it if you're good.
eren: ill be good
eren: i promise
eren: i swear
levi: I know you will.
eren: ill do anything
eren: tell me
eren: please
levi: Do you want to hear what I’m thinking about?
a whimper slipped loose from eren’s lips; he read the message once, then over again. god, he wanted to know everything.
eren: yes
eren: please
levi: How tight your little throat was.
levi: So eager.
levi: So willing.
eren: fuck
levi: How you cried when I pushed in deeper.
levi: And spread your jaw wider.
levi: How good your mouth felt.
levi: So slick and soft.
levi: So hot.
eren: fuck levi
eren’s mind swirled, a disoriented haze of desire and denial. his erection throbbed against his pelvis, trapped beneath the loose confines of his boxers. eren could feel the hot drip of pre-cum smear against his skin. he bucked against the air, unsatisfactory and useless. but he could do nothing else.
levi: All that spit.
levi: Drooling down your neck as I fucked your throat.
levi: I can still feel it, baby.
levi: How you gagged around my dick.
eren: i need it so bad
eren: fuck im so hard
levi: Such a pretty face.
levi: So perfect for me.
levi: Letting me use you like that.
eren: id do anything
eren: anything u asked
eren: im yours
levi: Good.
levi: All mine.
levi: That pretty face.
levi: That wet little throat.
levi: That tight little body.
eren: fuck i cant
eren: levi it hurts
eren: please
eren: please
levi: You’ve been so good.
eren: yes yes i promise
eren: i havent
eren: not at all
eren: please
levi: Stop moving your hips.
levi: I know you are.
levi: Brat.
eren: no no no no
eren: im not im not
eren: ill stop
eren: im not
levi: Listen to me and wait until I say.
eren: yes levi
levi: Take your pants off.
levi: Underwear, too.
levi: Lie back down.
levi: Do not touch.
levi: Don’t even think about it.
levi: Understand?
eren couldn’t type fast enough.
eren: yes i promise i promise
levi: Good.
levi: Go.
eren shot to his feet and was greeted with the dizzying churn of his head as tried to reorient himself. his movements were a blur: the tug of his pants, the slip of his boxers, the struggle of his hoodie. he didn’t bother with his socks before he collapsed back onto the bed, flat on his back as his breath left him in long, shuttered exhalations.
eren: im lying down
eren: fuck im like
eren: leaking
levi: I wish I could taste you.
eren: fuck dont say that
levi: No? Why not?
eren: fuck im gonna
eren: fuck please just
levi: Look at you.
levi: All flustered.
eren: u drive me crazy
eren: i need u so bad fuck
eren: pls come over
eren: i need u
levi: What happened to being good?
eren: nono no no
eren: im being good
eren: i promise i promise
levi: Hm.
levi: Listen to me.
levi: Take your thumb.
levi: Put it in your mouth.
levi: Against your tongue.
levi: Just like I do.
eren shifted his phone to his right hand as he lifted his left. the pad of his thumb felt heavy and damning between his lips. the salt of his skin conjured memories of levi’s grip on his jaw, the scrape of nail against his palette, the gag of his throat as levi pressed down on the slick surface of his tongue.
levi: Close your lips around it.
levi: Get it wet.
eren: it feels like you
eren: i want you levi
eren: fuck
levi: Be good.
levi: Is it wet?
eren: yes.
eren: it’s covered
levi: Good boy.
levi: So good for me.
levi: Take it out of your mouth.
levi: And place it on your tip.
levi: Just the tip.
levi: And move your thumb across the slit.
levi: Gently.
eren listened, eagerly. a string of saliva stretched from his lips as he pulled his hand away. it dripped across the bare skin of his stomach as he placed his palm against his hip. he did as levi said, moving gently across the slit. pre-cum gushed beneath the touch, and eren stifled the weak moan that shook loose.
eren: fuck theres so much of it
eren: its getting on the sheets fuck
levi: You’re filthy.
eren: fuck
eren: only for you
his erection jumped, uncoordinated and desperate. but eren denied himself yet.
eren: it feels so good
eren: its not enough
eren: more
eren: please more
levi: Wrap your hand around the base.
levi: Don’t move.
levi: Just hold it straight.
eren did just so. his shaft burned against his hand, the veins guided his desire upwards in pulsing, rhythmic pumps. pleasure shuttered through him as a cool breeze pressed through the crack in his window and blew against his slick, wet tip.
eren: im like
eren: throbbing
eren: fuck i think i could come like this
levi: Don’t you dare.
eren: i wont i promise
eren: ill be good
eren watched the screen, waiting. but levi didn’t respond. not immediately. not like before. apprehension nearly cut through the heavy fog of eren’s brain before a realization twisted his confusion into a satisfied smile. eren typed out his question and sent it.
eren: r u as hard as i am
levi: You have no idea, baby.
as soon as eren read the message, an idea was born. he grinned at the screen as he opened the camera. the warm, dim light emanating from the broken lamp seated on the edge of his desk illuminated the shot. the streams of pre-cum beamed in the light, spilling down his shaft and across his fingers. the sight was vulgar and eren sent the image with a coy comment, knowing damn well what he was doing.
eren: all for you
eren: im being good i promise
levi: You don’t know what you’re doing to me, baby.
levi: Shit.
levi: Look at you.
levi: Run your hand up it.
levi: Slowly.
levi: And let me see you do it.
a pinch caught eren’s expression as he re-opened the camera and recorded. his stomach moved with the weight and reprieve of his breaths. anticipation wracked his body as he guided his hand upwards. a moan, stifled and shuttered, broke free as eren moved slowly up his shaft. he pushed his fist back down, bucking his erection through it when his palm met his pelvis once more. he ended the video and sent it.
eren: fuck levi i cant last
levi: Yes, you can.
levi: You will.
levi: So pretty.
levi: Spread your legs further.
levi: Tighten your grip around it.
eren: fuck levi
eren: please please
levi: Slowly stroke yourself.
levi: Slowly, brat.
eren: its so sensitive
eren: fuck i wish u were here
eren: i want u inside me
levi: Fuck.
eren: always feel so good
eren: stretch me so wide
eren: fuck i need u deep
levi: Let me see you again, baby.
levi: Move your hand faster.
levi: Focus on the head.
eren moved quickly, fumbling with the record button as he led his hand up towards his tip, the sudden shift in pace threatening to undo him completely. eren made only a small attempt at withholding his whimpers– he knew what they’d do to levi, and he refused to be the only one desperate. he closed his fist around his head, twisting as he rubbed the sensitive, slick skin against the warm curve of his palm. at ten seconds he cut the video and sent it.
eren: im so close thinking abt u
eren: fuck i cant think
levi: Take your hand off.
levi: Now.
eren’s gut dropped at the message. his face hung long as he scrambled to type out his pleas with one hand.
eren: no no no
eren: fuck please no
eren: i need it
eren: i need you
eren: i cant
eren: i cant
levi: Listen to me.
eren: okay
levi: Did you take your hand off?
eren: yes
levi: Your bedside table.
levi: Get the lube.
eren’s eyes widened, and he remained for a moment as the alcohol settled. but he sprang to action as he recognized his pause and the precious seconds he’d wasted.
eren: i got it
levi: Lay on your side, baby.
eren turned onto his shoulder, clenching with anticipation as he watched the screen.
eren: i wish u were here
levi: Me too, baby.
levi: But for now you’re gonna fuck yourself on your fingers.
levi: And try to stay as quiet as you can.
eren: i promise
levi: Use the lube as you need it.
levi: Start with your middle finger.
levi: Rub slowly.
levi: Just like I do it.
eren: fuck
the lube snapped open, cold and runny to the touch. he did just as levi said. the pad of his middle finger circled slowly against his entrance, just enough pressure to tease– just how levi would do it. eren buried his head in his pillows as he groaned, heat tight on his skin as he writhed under the touch. he lifted his head to see levi’s messages.
levi: What does it feel like?
levi: Tell me.
eren: wet
eren: and hot
eren: and tight
levi: So perfect, baby.
levi: Press inside.
levi: Slow and steady.
levi: As deep as you can.
levi: Don’t pull it out.
levi: Leave it in.
levi: Let your body clench around it.
eren: fuck levi its not enough
eren: it burns
eren: i need more
levi: Pull it out.
levi: All the way.
levi: Stay quiet, I know those pretty moans are slipping out.
eren whimpered, louder than he’d meant it. he felt empty and temptation staggered his obedience. his finger remained pressed against the entrance, but he didn’t move it. not until levi said.
eren: please let me put it back
eren: i cant
levi: Go on, then.
levi: Work yourself open.
levi: Just the one finger.
eren: fuck it feels so good
eren: but it doesnt reach
eren: not like yours do
levi: Keep going.
eren: its so hard to stay quiet
levi: Do your best, baby.
levi: And add another.
eren: fuck
eren: i wish it was u
levi: Pretend.
eren didn’t have to be told. he thought of the firm press of levi’s stomach against his back. the demanding grip of his hands, on his throat, his hips, up his stomach and across his chest. eren moaned at the thought of levi’s finger, long and exacting, curling up right where he knew eren needed him most. he thought of levi’s breath against his ear, his voice smooth and affirming, muttering sweet assurances tangled with depraved declarations.
eren: it feels so good
eren: fuck
levi: Another.
eren stiffened. his pace slowing as he typed.
eren: but im not ready
levi: Too bad.
levi: Another.
levi: Tell me how bad it stings.
eren complied, wincing hard into his pillow as he bit back his cry. the stretch burned harshly as his ears rang. his body clenched in protest, doing its best to deny the intrusion. but levi was in charge, and eren’s fingers remained, three deep and shivering.
eren: shit its too much
levi: Keep going.
eren: i cant
levi: I didn’t give you permission to stop.
levi: You’re going to keep going.
levi: No matter how much it hurts.
levi: Understand?
eren: i understand
levi: Good boy.
levi: So obedient.
eren withdrew his fingers, slow and careful before he pressed them back inside. his stomach lurched and his teeth ground down. but he worked himself open, despite it. levi’s pace wouldn’t have slowed, so eren’s didn’t either. he muffled his groans against the spit soaked cotton of his pillowcase, biting down on the fabric when his head began to spin.
eren: fuck it hurts
levi: Cry.
eren: its too much
levi: Does it feel like me?
eren: its not deep enough to be u
eren: not wide enough
levi: I wish I was there to fill you up, baby.
eren: fuck i need you so bad
eren: more than ever
levi: That’s right.
levi: Move them faster.
eren: its loud
eren: i cant
levi: I don’t care.
eren: but jean
levi: The door is locked, isn’t it?
eren: fuck
levi: Good boy.
levi: Faster.
eren obeyed, as always. the sounds of the lube were obscene as it squelched against his ass. the pain slowly subsided, and in its place simmered a winding knot of pleasure. he spread his fingers as he withdrew them, gasping at the stretch before plunging them back inside. through the haze of his mind, he typed, desperation seizing him completely.
eren: please let me see you
eren: fuck i need to see you
eren: please please levi
eren: please
levi: Needy.
eren nearly sobbed at the image. levi’s erection stood proud and firm, loosely held up by his hand. his slacks were unbuttoned neatly, his underwear pulled down just enough. he sat in his living room, reclined in a chair with a causal grace that made eren’s mind purr with desire. his tip was red with attention, his shaft full and thick. eren could feel it on his tongue, down the back of his throat, tapping against his ass, pressing inside–
levi: Pretend it’s me.
levi: My hands on your hips.
levi: And in your hair.
levi: On your throat.
levi: Choking you.
levi: Claiming you.
levi: Tell me how deep you feel me.
eren: fuck its so deep
eren: its too deep
eren: i feel it baby fuck
eren: i need more of it
eren: all of it
levi: I’ll give you everything you want, baby.
levi: Faster.
levi: Fuck
levi: Pick up.
eren’s phone rang only once before he accepted the call. he wasted no time before sputtering incoherently, letting levi hear just how much of a wreck he’d become.
“fuck, levi. i can’t, i can’t,” eren’s words were hoarse and pitiful. levi smiled on the other end, a groan in his voice as he leaned his head back and stroked himself. “that’s right, let me hear you, baby.”
“shit– fuck– i need you, levi. it’s not enough. it’s not you,” eren whined, tears in his eyes as he pushed himself back against his fingers. he curled them upwards, caressing the spot that shot stars through his vision.
“fuck, i wish i could fill you up,” levi growled, a possessive twinge in his tone that drew a long, soaked noise from eren’s gut. “stretch you out…”
“oh fuck–” eren moaned, eyes clamped shut as he gripped the phone tightly, keeping it close; levi, close.
“fuck you into the mattress. rough. until you’re screaming. and begging,” levi explained, the low timbre of his voice uncoiling the bucking knot in eren’s stomach with decisive speed. eren recognized the tightness of his body, “fuck, levi– i’m close–”
“good boy. that’s it,” levi praised him, soft and sweet. “keep going. don’t fucking stop,” his tone adopted a harshness just as quickly as he’d shed it. and eren’s mind whirled with pleasure.
“i need it– i need it,” eren whimpered into the sheets. “so easy for me, hm? you gonna let me come in you, baby? stuff you full?” levi asked, a smirk in his voice. and that was all it took.
“fuck! fuck–” eren’s orgasm shattered him. “fuck. ah–” his vision blurred at the edges, white and fuzzy as his cum sprayed out. “levi…” he murmured, voice thick with pleasure, hardly aware he was speaking at all.
“mm. good boy,” levi spoke, knowingly. he waited for eren’s daze to subside, soaking in every little whimper that bled through the speaker. finally, eren groaned, a rustle of fabric sounding as he sat up, “fuck i came. my blanket– fuck.” his laughter cut through the sincerity of the moment and offered a tender reprieve.
“messy messy,” levi tutted, smiling as he imagined eren’s grin. his pace slowed as he released a quiet breath. one that wasn’t meant for eren to hear, but he did, anyways. reality caught up to eren and he thought of levi on the other end, unresolved and pulsing, still. “but you– you didn’t-” eren began.
“don’t worry about it, love,” levi hummed, but despite the contentment in his voice eren refused the response. “what? hell no, c’mon. i want you to–”
“eren…” levi chuckled, the hitch in his breath almost inaudible. eren dropped his voice closer to a whisper as he remembered jean, who remained on the game, peaking his mic in the other room. “you want me to talk to you?” eren asked, brushing his hair from his face as he wondered what the hell he’d even say.
before levi could respond, eren re-stated himself, “fuck it, let me come over.” levi laughed, a little louder that time. “i can’t ask that of you,” he spoke distinctly, eyeing the pelting of rain against his window. should he have been using his better judgement, he would have fought back. but levi’s mind was enraptured by desire, and the thought of eren between his legs was enough for him to release himself from caution and niceties.
“i’ll be there in like… shit… twenty?” eren spoke it like a question as he fumbled with his clothes, staggering into his pants as he swiped his keys from his desk and unlocked the bedroom door. it was soft, it was hardly even there– the little moan that traveled through the line like a lure.
eren’s need was reinvigorated and a smile curled his expression as he corrected himself, “make it fifteen. hold out til’ then, old man,” eren chuckled and closed the front door behind him. levi scoffed a weak breath of amusement and shook his head.
“brat.”