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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Jaeger
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Jaeger
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Shameless_Smut, Fingerfucking, Lube,
      Prostate_Massage, Desperation, Bottom_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), POV
      Third_Person
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-22 Words: 1461
****** Unexpected Outcome ******
by kiokushitaka
Summary
     Levi's begging, and yet Eren still manages not to give him exactly
     what he wants.
Notes
     So I saw this_post on tumblr and this kind of happened. Ahaha… let’s
     hear it for Levi being a bossy bottom.
It didn’t matter how it had started, or why; in fact, Levi couldn’t really be
bothered to think lucidly at the moment. Eren’s lips were pressed against his,
hungrily kissing him. Sloppy, wet… and despite his usual desire for
cleanliness, the fact that Eren was so, so terribly unskilled and yet so
determined turned Levi on all the more. Eren whimpered, and Levi could feel a
smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth as he pressed the tip of his tongue
against the seam of Eren’s lips.
“Breathe through your nose.” He mumbled, just before gaining access. Eren
whimpered again, and it sent a shiver through Levi’s body as he wrapped his
hands around his shoulders, pressing their bodies together, maneuvering them
towards his desk. Levi ended up with his back to the desk, Eren still clumsily
attempting to devour his face and he didn’t mind it one single bit. He tugged
him closer, hands fisting the fabric of the front of his shirt as he let out a
soft grunt of approval when Eren’s tongue ventured into his mouth. Eren let out
a small gasp, and broke off contact for a moment to catch his breath; despite
Levi’s hint earlier, he was still having a hard time getting enough oxygen.
“I want you…” Eren sighed, face mere inches away, as his breath puffed against
Levi’s red, swollen lips.
“Do you even know what that means?”
“I just know I want you.” Eren accentuated this statement by rolling his hips
into Levi’s while biting his lip and making a light mewling sound, looking
utterly irresistible. Levi’s eyes darkened with lust and he pulled him back in
for a more demanding kiss, reciprocating Eren’s earlier movements with a hip
thrust of his own, letting out a low groan when their clothed arousals pressed
together.
“Then take responsibility for this.” He muttered against his lips, grabbed
Eren’s hand and pressed it against the obvious bulge in his pants. Eren let out
another whimper and nodded as he began to press his fingers gingerly against it
with fluttery, teasing touches. These little sensations drove Levi absolutely
wild and he bucked up into the touches, sliding back onto the desk and dragging
the teen further on top of him by his shirt. “You know what I want, Eren?”
“What?”
“I want you to take me on this desk, right here, right now.” The words were
spoken softly, but firmly, laced with need and desire. “I want you to fuck me.”
He whispered that, and watched with a satisfied smirk as Eren’s face flushed a
deep red, all the way to his ears.
“I-I’ll do my best.” Eren half-whispered, running his hands over Levi’s hips,
pulling his shirt up as he did so.
Levi arched into the touches that now ran up body, his skin tingling wherever
Eren touched him, leaving him desperate and wanting and he hated that Eren had
this much of a power over him—though he’d never admit to it aloud. He shifted
and stretched in order to reach the top drawer of the desk and retrieved a
glass vial, pressing it into Eren’s hands as he instructed him, “Make sure you
use enough.” Eren nodded, a focused expression settling on his features that,
had they been in any other circumstance, would have made Levi roll his eyes to
conceal his amusement—the way Eren tackled every task given to him with such
passion and determination was extremely endearing and often reminded Levi of a
puppy desperate for its master’s praise.
“Yes, sir.” the formality of Eren’s response sent a slight shock through him
and he had to stifle a whimper as unskilled hands began to work at the straps
and pants that were so damnably in the way. Several awkward tugs and pulls
later, Eren began to tug the pants down, letting them bunch just above Levi’s
knees. “C-could you please turn over?” He asked in a meeker voice than he’d
intended, the thrill of giving any sort of order to his commanding officer and
childhood hero overtaking him. Levi didn’t hesitate, and rolled over,
presenting his underwear-clad ass. Eren swallowed hard, and slowly began to
slide the form-fitting clothing down, exposing Levi’s toned (and quite frankly,
perfect) ass. He absently licked his lips, letting his hand trail up a muscled
thigh, fingers ghosting teasingly over the cleft as he leaned down to press a
line of kisses down his superior’s spine.
He spread the cheeks and licked a light trail from Levi’s balls to his hole,
causing a high-pitched cry to slip out of Levi’s lips, his hips trembling with
his valiant attempts to keep them still. Eren pulled back and uncorked the
vial, pouring almost half of the bottle out on his hands and he began to slowly
press one cool, slippery finger against Levi’s puckered entrance. “Warm…” he
sighed as he pushed into the rings of muscle as slowly and gently as possible,
excess lube dripping down Levi’s thighs, earning Eren a rather needy sound.
“Get the fuck on with it…” Levi rasped, rapidly losing his patience. Eren had
suddenly become bolder, and continued his slow, deliberate pace in hopes of
hearing more begging.
“I will, don’t worry.” He replied in an almost condescending tone, knowing full
well that he’d probably pay for it later, but not caring all the same. His
finger was fully inside, and he wiggled it a bit, feeling a smirk tug at his
lips when Levi’s breath hitched ever so slightly. Eren pushed his finger in and
out, trying to properly coat Levi with the lubricant while pressing his finger
in circular motions. His heart was racing from a combination of Levi’s soft
panting and the wet, slippery noises of his finger sliding in and out of him.
“Fuck, Eren… I need more.” The request came out as a nearly inaudible, breathy
whine and Eren could feel his cock twitch against his pants. “At least… use
more than one… finger…”
“Understood.” He replied, working a second finger inside. He still insisted on
the same maddeningly slow tempo, rather enjoying the occasional sigh that
melted into a whimper as hips shifted in an effort for something—anything—more,
the lewd sound of his slicked fingers pushing in and out filling the silence in
between. He crooked his fingers in a beckoning motion and was rewarded with
Levi’s body suddenly going rigid and a breathless yelp, hips rutting back onto
his hand in a wordless plea. “Do you like that..?” He asked, but all Levi could
do was to push his hips back and moan desperately in response. Eren took it as
a ‘yes’ and continued fingering him, sliding the two fingers in and out,
crooking them from time to time to touch that spot that made Levi cry out like
a dog in heat.
“God… more…” Levi all but whined, using the desk below him to push back with
more leverage while Eren decided to start introducing a third finger. A keening
sound ripped from his throat and Eren noticed that quite a bit of lube had
dripped down Levi’s inner thighs and cock, making him glisten in the
candlelight… he had probably used more than was necessary, but at that
particular moment it didn’t matter much to either of them. Eren watched his
commanding officer’s cock twitch with each of his movements, three fingers
pressing into him now. He curved them, reaching for that spot, making Levi
completely lose his composure as he cried out wantonly with each swipe of his
prostate. Eren knew he needed to stop soon, if he wanted to fulfill Levi’s
original request, but he couldn’t help himself. The way Levi quivered because
of his fingers, the way he pushed his hips back to get as much friction as he
could… the way he whined, whimpered and moaned for more was intoxicating.
His movements became more erratic as his moans became much needier and Eren
quite enjoyed the way Levi was working his legs to stand on his tip-toes, so
desperately seeking the inevitable. A devious little idea crossed Eren’s mind
and suddenly his fingers mercilessly assaulted Levi, massaging and poking and
pressing against that one spot inside him that made him fall apart, that made
him cry out so desperately, that made his hips buck wildly seeking release and
it wasn’t long at all until he made a mess of himself all over the desk and
floor. Eren kept stroking him through his orgasm until Levi begged him to stop
hoarsely. When he’d finally regained some semblance of composure, he turned
slightly and shot Eren a dangerous looking glare.
“You were supposed to fuck me, brat.”
Eren only smiled disarmingly and said, “I still can, you know.”
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