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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Voyeurism, Anal_Sex, idk_porn_i_guess
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-14 Words: 1258
****** Night after Night ******
by KeroseneShowers
Summary
     Eren's put on these shows for four nights now.
Notes
     This is for Ereri week. I missed out on the second and third prompt,
     but my submission for the "embarrassment" prompt is here: http://
     thirstyasslevi.tumblr.com/post/85381381023/lessons-in-abbreviation
     THIS ISN'T THE BEST BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS *Kanye shrug*
Levi should be used to this by now.
From the wall opposite the basement cell's bars, he watches Eren jerk his cock
in his cell; fist pumping upward with a steady speed that skitters into a twist
around his length. His head lulls to the side with his lips parted, and he's
naked, save for his pajama shirt that's half-open and fallen below his
shoulders, revealing a light sheen of sweat in the torchlight.
Levi, on the other hand, has steeled his features, and casually looks on with
his arms crossed in front of his chest. Levi's going for a bored expression; he
chews on the inside of his mouth however, hoping his feigned disinterest is a
good enough act that Eren won't see the bulge in his pants.
Eren moans, and Levi realizes he won't notice. He's too busy fucking his hand
to open his eyes and stare. Levi takes the time to shift in his place and
relieve a little discomfort from his trousers.
He would hate Eren if he weren't so naturally magnetized toward him. He had
never expected such an assertive personality from Eren, not even when Levi had
stood here, in this same position a couple weeks back and heard Eren vow with
such ferocity that he wanted to eliminate each and every Titan. Not even when
Eren told him he wasn't afraid of him, and didn't resent him for the
overbearing dominance Levi had to exert over him in public. Not even when Eren
had started giving him knowing glances, asking for more time with Levi, and for
Levi to be the only one to lock him up at night.
The first night that Eren had pulled this stunt, with his hand on his cock and
back leaning against the cell walls, Levi had walked off within five seconds.
Refusing to believe that what he had stumbled on was on purpose, Levi chalked
it up to a mistiming on his part. He hadn't meant to see that. But the next
night, Eren was kneeling on his bed again, head thrown back and jerking with
intent.
Levi had watched him for a cool minute before managing to say... anything. "Oi.
Do that shit on your own time," he had said and approached the bars to lock the
door. But the closer he got, the louder Eren's whimpers became.
"Tell me to stop," Eren had gasped. "And I will."
The words had been on the tip of Levi's tongue. He had almost said it. Stop.
Stop it.
But all he did was lean against the stone wall and stare.
He's on day four now of Eren's nightly shows. He's finding it harder now not to
goad Eren into doing something more...
As if Eren reads his mind, his free hand travels lower. Eren kneels forward and
slips a finger inside himself, playing with his ass and choking out louder,
strangled gasps.
"Heichou - " he breathes, and it's all that he needs to say for Levi's resolve
to break.
Quickly, in almost lightning-speed, Levi abandons his pseudo-blasé expression
and approaches the cell door. "Eren."
Eren slowly opens his eyes and blinks innocently. "Yeah?"
Levi can practically feel his blood boiling at the sight. "Keep going. Prep
yourself for me and keep going. And do a thorough job too." When he finishes
speaking, he swings open the cell door and walks inside.
"Yes, Captain," Eren says. Levi wants to watch Eren prep himself, wants to see
him slip a finger, and then two, and then three inside, undoubtedly quivering
at how full it would feel for him. But Levi has to focus on taking off his
shirt, his buckles, his pants. He does this carefully, still refusing to give
Eren exactly what he wants. He won't show just how much his level of arousal
matches the young boy's. He folds his clothes on the nightstand and pauses. The
basement is cold, and he sees goosebumps form on his arms, but the noises Eren
is making are distracting him from feeling any of it. Eventually, he makes his
way to Eren's bed.
Levi wants to hate him. He wants to be livid at Eren's attempts to entice him,
to seduce him enough to get him where he is now, kneeling on the boy's bed
behind Eren, his cock positioned at Eren's hole. He grips him tightly in his
arms, and his head rests on Eren's shoulder.
He doesn't even ask Eren if he's ready, and pushes his tip inside. Eren gasps
and buckles under him. It must hurt; spit can only provide so much lubrication.
Still, Levi quickly pushes him downward onto the mattress, and roughly
positions Eren so that his ass is in the air. Before he starts moving, Levi
smacks a cheek, earning him a hiss from the boy. He smacks him again, leaving
an imprint on his flesh.
Levi's not mad, not really, but he's going to make it rough to accomodate for
the lack of what he should be feeling.
So Levi fucks him, hard; fast. Eren's ass is tight, and judging from the clumsy
way in which he fails to balance himself on his elbows, and from the way he's
crying out, letting Levi take control for once, Eren's probably inexperienced.
Not that Levi minds. For once in the past four fucking days, Levi finally feels
like he's got the cards in his hands, all the advantages. And the short grunts
he's letting out are dulled in comparison to Eren's long, loud groans. It's
appreciated, but Levi still shoves his head down to muffle him against the bed.
No one else in the castle needs to know about this just yet.
Levi rolls his hips and keeps going, not breaking his speed and thrusts. They
can't indulge in dragging it out, especially Levi. He shouldn't be doing this,
after all. He knows better. "Jerk yourself," he grunts when he's close. He
watches Eren squeeze a hand between the mattress and his body, and in another
minute, Eren cries out, no doubt staining the sheets he's supposed to sleep on.
It's absolutely filthy. The entire situation is very unlike Levi, having
abandoned his inclinations toward order and cleanliness when he urged Eren to
prep using spit. Hell, he abandoned them the first time he stayed to watch Eren
masturbate. But this moment feels good, Eren's warmth around his cock feels
good, the sounds that Eren's just made when he comes creates fire in the pit of
Levi's stomach, and all his senses are overwhelmed enough that he finally lets
go. He thrusts twice before he comes, his seed filling Eren, and he can hear
Eren moan at the sensation, but Levi keeps his eyes closed, riding out his
orgasm. He doesn't even realizing the drawn-out moan he's released.
Eren's the one that moves first, pulling away and turning so that he's on his
back now. Levi swears he's smirking, the little fucking brat. But he says
nothing. Maybe it's best they stay silent for a while.
When Levi is sure he's gained back his ability to walk, he gets up and washes
his hands. He hears Eren shuffle around on the bed. Levi doesn't dare chance a
glance over to him, and concentrates on dressing himself again. When he's
clothed, he finally looks over and sees Eren under his covers, seemingly ready
for bed, but giving him a curious look.
Levi heads for the door.
"Captain! Wait, I..."
"I'm tired," Levi says. He hesitates before finally looking back.
"But I'll see you tomorrow night."
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