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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Special_Operations_Squad_|_Squad
      Levi, Hange_Zoë
  Additional Tags:
      Public_Display_of_Affection, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Smut,
      Semi-Public_Sex
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      Published: 2016-12-09 Completed: 2016-12-19 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6296
****** Best Days ******
by Turtlez
Summary
     The day is filled with surprises. The biggest surprise of all being
     the corporal’s affections.
Notes
     This is old. This is a repost. Enjoy it.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Days like these are the best. Actually, any day he gets to spend outside, a
chance to be semi-normal again, is the absolute greatest. The small sample of
freedom doesn’t come with a large price, heck, it doesn’t even come with a
price. All he has to do for the day is get some materials from the market:
bread, meat, leaves, maybe fruit.

The scouting legion is running low on food since they always leave shopping
until the last minute. The less food there is at headquarters, the longer they
can spend at the market. It’s a brilliant plan.

In the open market, it’s a perfect time and setting to be out with friends.
That’s exactly how it feels like being out with Hanji’s and Levi’s squad- like
he’s out with weird, older friends. Everyone is so carefree. No one is in their
uniforms. They’re all talking animatedly with one another, including the
corporal and himself. It’s surprising. Both squads blend in with the people of
the marketplace, well, they blend in as well as they can with Hanji’s constant
shouting.

After reaching a beautiful huge fountain, situated in the center of the market,
everyone stops. The first to talk, of course, is the loud mouth scientist,
Hanji.

“I’ll go with Moblit.” She yells, beginning the process of choosing a partner.
It’s an unspoken tradition, apparently, to call out the name of a person and
spend the rest of the day with them. Once chosen, the person can’t objectify.
It’s a thing that Eren was informed about a few minutes prior.

Hanji’s squad finishes first, leaving all the members of Levi’s squad
untouched. It’s understandable. People always want to be close with those
familiar.

The first member to speak from Levi’s squad is Gunther. He’s already half way
down the street, when he yells, “Erd, you and me.”

Then, there are only four left standing: Petra, Aurou, Corporal Levi, and
himself. Eren’s about ready to shout out to be with Petra. He really wants to
be with Petra. She’s kind and patient. His preference also has to do with
trying to please the corporal. Eren doesn’t think that the corporal would
appreciate having to babysit him all day. Along with not wanting to be around
Aurou more than, absolutely, necessary. The man always seems hell bent to brag
about himself, and Eren is not in the mood to listen.

“Come on, Shitty Brat,” The corporal says. “We don’t have all day.”

Eren stands there, completely, flabbergasted. It’s very much unexpected. The
corporal actually chooses to be with him. The corporal wants to spend the day
with him. A warm feeling starts to build up in his chest, but he scrapes it off
immediately. Eren is, after all, the corporal’s charge. Of course, the corporal
would have to be by his side. How else would he look after him? Humanity’s
strongest does have the tedious duty of making sure that a brat like him
doesn’t get into any trouble.

Eren sighs and waves goodbye at both, Petra and Aurou, before walking away. The
pair doesn’t seem to mind and go off on their own.

It’s nice spending some time with his superior, Corporal Levi. The way they are
able to walk, so openly and without a care in the world. He hasn’t given the
corporal any reason to get angry with him, and he’s happy about that. He’s
tried his best to be obedient, and he’s succeeded. Anything that the corporal
asks him to do, always, answered with a vigorous, “Yes, sir.”

The gathering of materials is also going smoothly, and they’ve been getting the
best deals. As time passes, fewer people populate the streets and the closer
that the corporal starts to stand next to him. The corporal stands so close
that their hands start to brush against one another. Eren tries to suppress his
gasp of surprise but fails. He also tries to move away, but the corporal always
moves along with him, not leaving much space between them. Their hands
continuing to brush against each other.

The time of day changes to rush hour and the streets become highly crowded.
People push and shove to get anywhere. Everyone’s hands are everywhere. It’s
understandable that people’s hands accidentally touch him. For example, on the
arm or something along those lines.

Although, it’s very much alarming when he feels a hand on his ass. It gets even
weirder when the hand squeezes. It makes him squeal and jump forward. The blush
that blooms on his face might be able to rival the sun’s brightness. He can’t
believe someone would be capable of such a thing. Once Eren forces his blush to
go away, he gathers his bearings and turns around ready to give this person
hell.

Eren doesn’t think the surprise on his will ever come off his face. He just
stares at the person, thinking his eyes might be deceiving him because there is
no possible way on earth that there is an actual smirk on the corporal’s lips.
It’s like he is admitting proudly that he was the one to grope him.

“Keep moving, brat.” The corporal whispers into his ear, smirk still present.
It makes a shiver run down Eren’s spine. The corporal’s tone of voice is one
Eren has never heard before. It’s low, deep, husky, dare he say it… Seductive.

Eren doesn’t know what to say. Then again, when does he? Whenever it comes to
the corporal he’s always left gaping like a fish. So, he doesn’t say anything.

While Eren practices his impression of a fish, people continue to flood into
the street. The more people that enter, the more the corporal presses his body
against him. At this point, Eren is sure that he is hallucinating. He can feel
a pair of strong hands move towards his hips.

“S-sir?” Eren stutters, turning back to look into the corporal’s steel eyes.
It’s amazing that he doesn’t find the usual apathetic look, instead, the
corporal’s eyes are filled with mirth.

“What is it?” The corporal asks, his voice just as husky as before.

“Do you mind removing your hands?”

“You think you can order me around, brat?”

Eren shakes his head and reluctantly accepts the hands, rubbing circles on his
hips. He doesn’t want to displease the corporal anymore with his protest. He
simply lets the hands guide him through the crowd.

Once they are out in the open, the hands on his hips fall and the corporal
crosses them on top his chest. It surprises Eren how easily the corporal
regains his normal disinterested look.

Eren doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything at all. He moves on,
going to the next stand. He just wants to get the last material on the list and
head back with the others. His mind is still trying to process the occurrences
that have happened so far, berating himself for wanting more.

The old lady at the stand is nice enough, and they get what they need. Eren
assumes that they will be making their way back, but he’s wrong. The corporal
grabs his hand. The gesture taking Eren by surprise. It isn’t crowded anymore,
they are out in the open. The corporal is grabbing his hand, and their fingers
are interlocked. He doesn’t even know why the corporal is doing something so
intimate with him.

Maybe, it’s to see his bashful reactions. The way this blood rushes to his
cheeks, the way he looks everywhere to see if anyone is paying attention. It is
no luck, people are staring at them. Eren looks at the floor, avoiding their
glances.

“We have everything on the list, sir. Shouldn’t we be heading back? It’s
already getting dark.” True to his words, the sun was already setting, the
golden hue of the sky creating a breathtaking view.

“I have to get something for later.”

“I understand that, Corporal, but is it really necessary for you to hold my
hand? I can walk just fine on my own.”

“I know that you aren’t completely incompetent, you stupid brat. It’s just
easier to move through the fucking street with you sticking by close; or can
you read my fucking mind and know exactly what shop I’m heading towards, if you
get lost, brat?” Levi doesn’t wait for a response and hauls Eren away.

The hold on his hand never relents, and he gets more nervous as time passes.
Eren can feel his hand become sweaty. Although, the corporal doesn’t seem to
mind. It’s not something he would suspect, considering the corporal’s need for
cleanliness.

Once Eren begins to become accustomed to the hold, the corporal lets go. It
leaves his hand feeling empty and chilly.

“Wait here, Brat.” The corporal orders, therefore Eren does exactly there. He
waits, as the corporal talks to the person in charge of the store. He continues
to wait, even though he is so tempted to take a step forward to see exactly
what the corporal is buying with his own money. He knows it is the corporal’s
money because he’s carrying the money that was handed out to everyone from the
scouting legion’s funds.

Eren’s eyes wander from the corporal, at the sound of bells jingling. The
producer of the noise in plain sight: an ice cream cart. He hastily checks his
pockets, only to unsurprisingly find nothing. He also doesn’t want to use any
of the scouting legion’s money, if he does they won’t trust him anymore. He
pouts. It’s been a great day, but he really wants to try the thing that is
making little kids scream in joy.

Eren doesn’t even notice the corporal walking towards him. His eyes still
fixated on the ice cream cart. Then, the most amazing thing happens.

“What flavor of ice cream do you want? It’s my treat. You’ve been good, all
day.”

Eren’s eyes light up. He can’t believe this happening, then again, many things
have happened on this day that he still can’t wrap his mind around. He nods
fervently. He can’t afford to be modest and decline. He really wants an ice
cream. Although he doesn’t know the name of any flavor, so he surveys the area.
He points to an ice cream in the hands of a goofy smiling boy. Before making
their way to the cart, the corporal grabs his hand, again. This time it isn’t
uncomfortable.

“A vanilla cone.” The corporal orders. The vendor smiles and scoops a generous
amount of vanilla onto the cone. It makes Eren’s mouth water. After the
corporal buys the ice cream, he keeps it away from him.

Eren grows more desperate by the second. He even takes his chances and decides
to ask for it. “Corporal Levi, may I ge-”

“If you finish that sentence. I swear: You won’t like the consequences, brat.”

Eren closes his mouth and continues to walk until he notices that they aren’t
going back to the fountain. “Where are we going, corporal?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“Why don’t you just tell me where we are going?

"Because, I already fucking told you that you’ll see soon. Any more stupid
questions?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     smut.
After a few minutes of speed walking, the corporal and himself enter a park.
It’s a nice green place. Although, there aren’t many people out because of the
time. The sun is already down and the stars have come out to play. The corporal
doesn’t seem to mind the time and continues to lead him through the park.
After making many twists and turns, they get to a beautiful clearing. It is
surrounded by rose bushes and big trees. A small stream of water running along
the side. Eren can’t help but let a gasp leave his lips. His emerald eyes
looking at all the colorful flowers. Even in the darkness of the night, he can
see the flowers’ bright colors. It’s amazing. The moon shining over them
illuminates the entire area wonderfully, along with the fireflies that seem to
dance around in the air. Eren is left breathless.
“Guess, there’s no use in asking if you like it.” The corporal says, staring at
Eren smugly; entertained by the different reactions he’s able to bring onto his
face. Eren is looking at the clearing like a little kid would look at a toy
shop. At that moment, Levi decides that next time he would take the brat to a
toy shop. He’d probably get the same mindless words of amazement from Eren; and
he’d probably answer the words in the same way: “It’s truly wonderful place,
isn’t it. It’s one of my favorite parts of inside the walls. If you behave, I
might show you more sights, brat.”
The corporal sends Eren a small smile- a smile that only he will ever have the
honor to witness. Although, the smile quickly turns into a look of distaste at
the sight of the melting ice cream in his hand. The substance dripping onto his
pale hand, making it sticky and dirty. “You can have your fucking ice cream
already, brat. You’ve been patient enough.”
Eren is so happy that he’s finally getting the sweet and received a smile the
corporal. “Thank you so much, sir.”
“You’re welcome, Eren.” The corporal says absentmindedly, extending a blanket
onto the grassy floor. Once it is ready, Eren receives an invitation from the
corporal to sit down next to him. It’s a simple pat on the blanket, but it’s
enough for Eren to get the message. He sits down. Not a single thought of
refusing passes through his mind.
Eren takes the first lick of his treat, once he sits, in order to prevent the
ice cream from falling onto the blanket. He’s immediately in love. The taste is
incredible, sweet, awesome, cold. He doesn’t know how to describe it. He’s so
engrossed with the ice cream that he doesn’t even pay attention to the hand on
his thigh.
“Do you like it, Eren?” The corporal inquires, moving his hand higher.
Eren quickly turns over to him, because of the same husky voice from before. He
licks the ice cream from the corner of his lips self-consciously but isn’t
quite successful with the rest of his face. “Yes, sir, I do, very much. Would
you like to try some.” Eren offers. It’s a nice gesture, but there is almost
nothing inside of the cone.
“Don’t mind if I do.” The corporal accepts, either way. He moves past the cone
in front of him, going closer to Eren’s face. The corporal licks the ice cream
on the boy’s cheek. The surprised moan of approval from Eren encouraging him to
do more. He moves his tongue from one cheek to the other. Once finishing the
ice cream there, the corporal goes to the boy’s lips giving them a tentative
lick.
Eren jumps back at the feeling. He’s far enough from the corporal that he can’t
reach him. Although, just because the corporal isn’t touching him anymore
doesn’t mean anything. He’s still having difficulty gathering his thoughts,
still denying that the corporal just did that. He finishes the ice cream in his
hands, before looking back, because he’s in desperate need of an excuse. He
needs more time to think. He needs to occupy himself for a few more minutes.
Eren feels stupid. He knows he must be blushing like there’s no tomorrow. He
hopes the darkness of the night doesn’t allow the full radiation of his cheeks
to be seen.
“C-corporal Levi!” Eren starts, ready to ask for an explanation.
“Why are you so formal?” The corporal asks, raising a brow. “No one’s around.
Just call me Levi”
Eren stares at the corporal, showing him his mastered fish impression. All the
surprises he’d received all day should have, already, completely prepared him
for another one, because of surprise, surprise. It’s another surprise: The
corporal wants Eren to address him by his first name.
Levi takes advantage of Eren’s surprised state to crawl towards him. Eren
notices Levi’s advance, but he can’t move. He doesn’t have full control of his
haywire mind to order himself to move away. He just lets Levi continue to move
closer to him.
Their lips come close. Their breath intermingles with each other. Large green
eyes stare into steel gray eyes. The look in Levi’s eyes is lust, it’s pure
animalistic lust. Eren never thought he would ever be able to receive that sort
of look from his superior.
A minute passes. After Eren doesn’t move away, Levi gently presses their lips
together. It’s a gentle kiss. Eren finds it odd, considering how harsh Levi
usually acts. It’s a simple press of their lips, but it’s enough to make Eren
moan. It’s understandable. Eren is so inexperienced. It’s actually his first
kiss, and he loves the sweetness of it. It’s as sweet as the ice cream.
Levi pulls away just far enough to whisper by the boy’s lips. “Do you want to
keep going, Eren?”
It takes a moment, but Eren thinks it through. He thinks about the touches he’d
received all day. The way it made him feel, the way it made his heart want to
leap out of his chest. To be completely honest, it excites him. He loves to
have Levi’s undivided attention. Nothing, absolutely nothing, at the moment,
could give him more joy than seeing the raw emotion on the corporal’s face. The
pure need to have him, him of all people, a seventeen-year-old brat.
Eren gives the brightest smile ever, before vigorously saying, “yes, sir.”
And it’s all it takes. Levi initiates another kiss, one more passionate and
rougher than the last. Eren tries his best to please Levi, pushing his lips
against the others. When Levi licks his bottom lip, again, it makes his eyes
flutter open for a moment. Eren takes a chance, opening his mouth, wanting to
mimic Levi, wanting to lick Levi’s bottom lip. Instead, he ends up touching his
tongue against Levi’s. The touch brings an electric feeling that travels all
the way down his spine. The feeling intensifies when Levi pushes their tongues
into Eren’s own too willing mouth.
Levi couldn’t believe he had held back for so long when the boy had always been
so willing. He should have known. Eren has always been so obedient and eager to
please. Levi cracks his eyes open to see the most wonderful sight. Eren’s rosy
cheeks and his eyes pressed shut, trying so desperately to breathe. He want’s
to laugh, but he restrains himself, pulling back from the kiss. “Breath through
your nose, Eren”
Eren doesn’t protest the order and does as told before Levi claims his lips
once again. After a few more kisses, Eren feels himself being pushed, onto the
blanket, to lay comfortably on his back. His superior hovering over him. The
bright moon highlighting all of Levi’s features. Levi looks so handsome, so
refined, and unbearably amazing.
Levi begins to unbutton his shirt. Once the garment is completely off, Eren can
feel the chilly air around him, but it isn’t that bad. The air feels good on
his heated skin. Although, he becomes subconscious about himself as Levi leers
at him. It’s not like anyone can blame him, Eren’s chest is a beautiful sight.
Not a single scar or wound visible on his body. He looks so young and so fresh.
Levi presses a kiss onto Eren’s lips, before placing more wet kisses down the
boy, down to his chin, down to his collarbone, and finally to his nipples. He
gives one of the buds a lick, and the shudder that possesses the boy is
magnificent. Apparently, Eren has very sensitive nipples, and he was going to
take full advantage of it. Levi closes his lips around the bud and starts to
suckle. Eren lets out a wanton moan. The rougher Levi starts to get, the more
consistent the moans. Eren’s hand even latches to the back of his head, in
order to keep him there. Levi uses one of his hand to pinch, twist, and pull
the boy’s other nipple, hardening it in mere seconds.
Levi trails his other hand lower. He smirks against the bud in his mouth, once
he finds Eren’s hardened member. He pulls away, blowing air onto the fully
erect nipple. “You like this a lot, Eren” He says, rubbing Eren through his
pants, making the boy whimper. “You’re already so hard, and we haven’t even
gotten to the best part. Do you want more?”
“Oh. Yes, Levi. I like it. Please, more.”
Eren can’t even think straight. All he knows is that he wants more of Levi’s
touch, and he receives it when Levi continues his ministration. It’s starting
to become too much. His mind simply becoming blank with pleasure. He didn’t
even understand that it was his own voice begging.
“Please, touch me.”
“I want more of you”
“Please, more.”
“I need you.”
Levi rewards Eren’s words by releasing his member from Eren’s pants. He takes
anything Eren has below the waist off, leaving Eren stark naked. The brat tries
to cross his legs to keep some modesty, but Levi simply spreads him and
situates himself in between his thighs.
He looks at Eren’s member already engorged and dripping pre-cum. He takes hold
of the member, using the pearly white substance as a means of lubrication.
Then, he begins to move his hand at a steady pace, up and down, curving his
hand slightly when he reaches the tip. He also moves to continue his attack on
the boy’s nipples with his mouth and hand. The way that Eren’s face contorts in
pure pleasure is confirmation enough that Eren enjoys it.
Eren can’t take much more. One nipple being suckled on, the other played with
mercilessly, and his member stroked erotically is too much. It does not take
long before he coats himself in his own seed. Some of it reaching all the way
to his chin. Eren’s body feels completely numb. He’s completely content with
just laying down, looking at the stars shine on top of him. He laughs a little
because it tickles when the corporal licks off his essence on his face. It
feels almost the same as the time Levi had lapped at the ice cream on him. His
orgasm has taken too much from him.
Levi takes the opportunity of Eren’s spaced out state to start and undress.
Untying his cavort, taking off his shirt, and folding them nicely to the side.
Although the boy’s attention returns, once he unbuttons his pants. The boy’s
emerald eyes fixate on the bulge in his pants. It makes Eren feel a little
subconscious of the way he has selfishly taken all of the pleasure and hasn’t
done anything for Levi. His lips slightly tremble but he swallows down his
nervousness.
“Levi,” he says, sitting up and moving towards him. After a moment’s
hesitation, he places his hand on Levi’s bulge. “Can I help you with this?”
Levi can’t believe how sensual Eren can be without even trying. He’s offering
himself to him. Levi smiles, presses their foreheads together. Never once, does
he move his eyes from the boy’s eyes. The green color just as strong as always,
no matter how dark it is or hazy with lust. He presses his lips on Eren’s
again, getting an idea, “Yes. You can use those nice rosy lips of yours, Eren.”
“It’d be my pleasure, sir,” Eren says. Even though he is completely clueless,
he still accepts. If it means he can help Levi with something, then he’ll
always be more than willing.
Eren pulls down Levi’s pants and undergarments with shaking hands. Levi lifting
his hips accordingly to help him. Once everything from the waist down is
removed, Eren’s nervousness is back.
Levi’s organ is only half hard, and he can’t believe the sheer size of it. It’s
thick and it’s long, it’s freaking huge, and it isn’t completely hard.
He tries to reassure himself that he is capable of anything for his superior
before he moves to be on his hands and knees, ass in the air, and with his head
pressed between the thighs of humanities strongest. He doesn’t even need to
look up to know that Levi is taking in the sight of him. He gives him a slight
wiggle of his ass, as he finally manages the courage to begin.
Eren’s takes hold of Levi’s organ. He pumps him, trying to copy what Levi had
done to him. He gives a shy lick at the slit once, before licking all around.
He pretends it’s another ice cream. Eren licks it from the base to the tip,
tongue pressing flat against the throbbing organ. He looks up through thick
eyelashes, once he starts to hear ragged breathes. He can’t believe the sight.
The corporal is becoming undone by him. Levi’s eyes are scrunched up and a
faint blush can be seen, it makes Eren incredibly happy.
Eren’s attention moves from Levi’s face to the sudden bitter taste that he
feels on his tongue. He pulls away and looks, Levi’s dripping pre-cum. Eren
doesn’t waste much time before returning to Levi’s member. He laps up the
substance. The more he tastes it, the more he likes it, the more he wants it.
He gives a lick, before closing his mouth around the tip to suckle, going to
the source of the taste.
Levi moans, using a hand in Eren’s hair to gently push him down. Eren opens his
mouth wider, breathing through his nose, inhaling the musky scent, and takes
more of him.
It takes Eren by surprise, when he hears something being opened and then feels
a slick finger touch his ass. He is curious. He wants to see what the corporal
is doing because he is suddenly very much confused. However, he can’t move with
the hand in his brown locks. Therefore, Eren contents himself with bobbing his
head up and down. He jumps forward a little at the feeling of the finger
twirling around his entrance. He whines, lips still around the large organ, and
begins to suck more fervently.
“That’s it. Keep sucking me off with those nice lips of yours and I’ll give you
a nice treat.”
Eren continues to do as Levi says. He pulls back suddenly as the finger enters
him. It’s slick and moves into him easy enough, but having an appendage inside
of him is really foreign. He’s never been touched like this before, not by
anyone, and not by his own hand. He’s not sure exactly how he feels about it.
“Levi!” He pants out, “what–what are you..Ah.. doing?”
“I’m stretching you.”
“I don’t understand,” Eren says quite confused. He’s so inexperienced, he feels
so embarrassed. Has the corporal even been enjoying anything he’s been doing
throughout this whole ordeal? Or has he just been humiliating himself. The
thought takes a seat at the back burner when Levi starts to thrust the finger
into him.
“Come on, Eren. Didn’t you say you wanted to help me with this.” The hand in
his hair guides him back to Levi’s erect penis. He complies easily letting the
musky taste take over his senses. The finger never stops thrusting inside of
him, and soon a second one joins. At that point, it really stops being
uncomfortable and starts to become painful. It’s obvious that it’s hurting him,
by the way, he starts to mumble about the pain around Levi’s dick.
Levi pets Eren’s head soothingly. “You need to relax. The less dense you are
the better it’ll feel.”
The soft touch on his head is more than enough to calm him. The same hand
moving to his neck to rub soothing circles on his neck, as the third finger
enters. The pain makes the tears that have gathered up fall. Then all the pain
goes away when Levi curls his fingers into him. Eren can only see white. His
high keen informs Levi of his discovery.
“What–what was that,” Eren asks, thrusting his ass up higher. “Please, do it
again.”
“Don’t get too bold. You still can’t order me around, brat.” Regardless of his
own words, Levi still wants to see the same reactions from the Eren, so he
continues the ministration on his bundle of nerves. The pleasure makes him suck
harder. It isn’t long until the boy’s member is already hard again.
Levi assumes that Eren is ready by the moans that come from Eren and vibrate
his dick. He pulls his fingers out of him and slides his member from the boy’s
mouth. He does not want to release himself anywhere else than inside Eren’s
tight virgin hole.
Levi pushes Eren, once again, onto his back. Eren’s breathless sighs, making
him feel excited. He gives him tender kisses, trailing them from the boy’s
eyelids, cheeks, and lips. He positions himself in between Eren’s legs, rubbing
comforting circles on the inside his thighs.
“Listen, brat. This is going to hurt but just wait for it. It’ll get better.
Don’t forget to breathe.” Levi presses another kiss on Eren’s swollen lips.
“Are you going to be a good boy?”
“Yes, I’ll be a good boy.”
Levi positions himself at Eren’s stretched entrance. He pushes himself in slow,
knowing that Eren is a complete virgin. He knows, because of the way the young
man has reacted to him all day. The pink, puckered hole taking him in greedily.
Eren throws his head back, mouth open in a silent scream. The feeling of being
filled by something so big, gradually overwhelming him. He tries to follow the
instructions that Levi gave him before, but it gets harder the more that Levi
enters him. Eren’s breath coming out short and forced, his lungs having a
difficulty expanding.
Levi keeps pushing himself into the boy. Although, Eren is starting to worry
him. The breaths coming from Eren are too shallow and fast, panicked. “Are you
serious, Eren?” Levi asks, trying to stay completely still. “Didn’t I fucking
tell you to breathe.”
“C-can’t” Eren clips out through clenched teeth. “hurts.” Tears falling down
his pink-stained cheeks, and breath coming out faster. He can feel his vision
starting to blur. The only thing that manages to break through the thick veil
of pain is Levi’s voice.
“Eren, listen to me.” Levi says, “Match my breathing.” Even though it feels
incredible, absolutely amazing, to be inside of Eren, he refrains from doing
anything. He takes loud, deep, controlled breaths as an example for Eren to
follow.
Eren tries his best to copy it. After a while, Eren manages to get his act
together, and he’s able to stop feeling the pain. It still stings, but it is no
longer excruciating.
He looks at Levi, his vision no longer hazy with pain. Levi looks so forced, so
stiff. All the muscles in his body tense, he’s trying so hard to stay still. It
makes Eren smile because Levi isn’t moving for his sake. He cares about him.
“What are you smiling about, brat?”
“Hehe, nothing.” Eren pants, “I’m just happy.”
“You were having damn problems breathing, a few seconds ago. You fucking scared
me. Now, you’re smiling like a fucking idiot.” Levi says, his own smile on his
face. They gaze into each other’s eyes, happiness in both of them. Eren feels
all warm and fuzzy, he feels happy, in pain, but happy. They interlock their
hands, and it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Levi pushes himself forward a little bit, testing the waters. It makes Eren
gasp with surprise. Levi looks at him, feeling the tight heat around him. He’s
been patient for so long, and he can’t wait anymore. Levi pulls back, watching
as Eren’s eyes become wide because the sting becomes stronger as Levi moves
backward, almost pulling out.
A surprised moan leaves Eren’s lips, as Levi thrusts his hips forward. It’s one
mixed with pleasure and pain. The pleasure of the friction, but the pain of
being stretched. The more that time passes, Levi builds up a steady pace, going
in and out. Each thrust followed by a moan, whimper, or low plead from Eren.
“Fuck, Levi. It feels so good, ah, so good”
“You really like it, huh. Can’t say I don’t feel the same. You’re so fucking
tight, Eren. Look at you sucking me in. Fuck. You look so good, right now,
spread out like this.”
“Mmh.”
Something crosses Eren’s mind when he looks over Levi's shoulder at the big-ass
tree behind him. They are outside, out in the open. It’s a place someone can
find them. His loud moans aren’t bouncing off the walls, they’re moving through
the wind, maybe being carried to the ears of a nearby pedestrian. At the
thought he bites his lip, trying to stifle his moans.
Levi raises his brow at the lack of sound. He looks down, finding Eren’s
efforts to stay silent frustrating. “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” Levi
asks, snapping his hips sharply after each word. He gets whimpers from the
boy’s mouth, but more are still being held down. “Let me hear your voice,
brat.”
“But, mmh, Levi, someone might, ah, hear us. They might come here. Ah. and see
us.”
“Oh. You’re scared that someone will find you like this- moaning like a wanton
little slut, or see how eager you are to have me pound into your greedy, tight
hole?”
“Levi~” Eren whines.
“Heh, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t let anyone get to see this sight, those
pigs don’t deserve it. You’re only for me. No one is going to come here… Most
likely.”
“Only..mmh.. for.. ah..you?”
“Yeah, you’ll only be for me, and I’ll only be for you too.”
Levi’s words were enough to make Eren let go of his lip between his lip and
grin. The surging feeling in his makes him think that his chest might burst
with pure happiness. He wraps his legs around Levi’s hips, bringing him deeper
inside of him. He let’s go of Levi’s hands to instead wrap both of them into
his black hair, pulling his head down. He places his mouth by Levi’s ear,
before moaning, whimpering, and gasping loudly at every thrust inside of him
right by his ear. “You wanted to hear me, Levi. Is this good enough?”
Levi can feel himself get harder at the words. The brat is too much. Levi
thrusts into Eren with more force, with more speed, and with more passion. He
wants to hear more of him. He sucks Eren’s chest, it’s wet and messy, but it’s
still so good. He wants to mark Eren as his own.
“Levi, harder.”
“Faster.”
“Please!”
Levi can feel himself coming undone by the boy in front of him. He lifts Eren’s
leg putting it on his shoulder, spreading Eren wider, before interlocking their
hands again. The angle allowing him to hit that magical little bundle of
nerves.
Eren shouts out in surprise and pleasure, seeing everything go white. The
numbing feeling enticing him for more, he starts to push back, harder.
They are both so close. Eren already shouting for his release. One more thrust
directed towards Eren’s prostate and it is enough to make him cum. Levi lets
Eren ride out his orgasm, and he builds up his own pace already so close
himself. He looks into the boy’s eyes, as he pushes himself all the way inside
the tight heat, before releasing himself. He lets Eren milk him for everything
he has.
The lewd sound of him exiting the boy is pure music to his ears. He rolls over,
panting. “That was fucking great.”
“Yeah.” Eren snuggles closer, the little movement giving him a little
discomfort in his lower half. Although, he forgets all about it, when Levi
throws an arm over him.
Levi holds him close. They both look up at the stars. It’s a peaceful view.
Underneath the stars with Levi, trying to find and name any constellation, is
amazing. Levi threads his long fingers to play with Eren’s hair. Eren
entertaining himself with outlining all of Levi’s muscled with his finger.
Eren doesn’t even seem to mind the seed that is slowly dripping out of him.
He’s actually trying to keep it inside of him not wanting to make of Levi’s
sheets, will make more of a mess. He’s already too comfortable in Levi’s warm
and secure arms to take care of it, plus the seed feels so warm inside of him.
He throws his hand over Levi, feeling something with his fingertip. He grabs it
and it’s a small vial. “What’s this?”
“Oil.”
“For what?”
“What do you mean ‘for what’. It’s lubricant. Do you really think that I just
put my fingers or myself into you dry?”
“I don’t know.”
Even after getting fucked so hard, Eren is still a complete virgin. What a
walking contradiction?
“Idiot.” Levi smiles holding Eren close and gives him more kisses. “Next time,
I’ll have you prepare yourself. I’ll watch you stick your fingers into
yourself, and finger fuck yourself silly. Does that sound good, Eren? We can-”
Eren kisses Levi, he really can’t handle anymore words like that, because it
might bring round two, and his body can’t handle it. He already knows that he
won’t be able to stand up or walk for a while. Therefore, he contents himself
with kissing and snuggling.
They stay there all night. Levi covers their naked bodies with another blanket,
and they enjoy each others company. Eren rambles; Levi listens. Before Eren
let’s sleep overtake him, he can’t help but think: Days like these, truly, are
the best.
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