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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Erwin_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Anal_Fingering, Overstimulation, D/s, Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Series:
      Part 2 of VOLΛTILE_TIMES
  Collections:
      SNK_BigBang_2014_Drabble_Collections
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-16 Words: 1104
****** in you i feel so dirty, in you i taste god ******
by ravn_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Erwin likes to take control, likes to be implored, and Eren knows how
     to give him exactly what he needs. He has him wrapped around his
     finger and it doesn’t take more than a look or a whispered plea to
     get him going.
     But Levi—
     Levi is inscrutable.
Warm summer night, open windows and lit candles. The flicker of flames in the
slow breeze, the play of shadows on naked skin, the sweat, the heat of bodies
moving together. Eren whispers sweet, soothing nothings into the skin of
Erwin’s thighs and pushes his fingers in deep, deeper; curls them into the
warmth of Erwin’s body, searching, searching—

—ah. There it is.

He moans when he feels it, the way Erwin clenches so tight around his fingers
and pushes down against them with a sharp little gasp, mindless and desperate
for more. It spurs Eren on, makes the heat coil even tighter in his belly and
his head spin with want. His cock hangs heavy and pulsing between his legs and
Eren would give anything to fuck Erwin right then and there. He’s at the end of
his patience, teased to near madness by Erwin’s moans and gasps, the lewd pull
of his body, the ripple of muscles under sweat-slicked skin – but he can’t do
anything unless Levi gives him permission.

Because tonight it’s Levi who calls the shots. And he’s too much of a sadist to
let Eren have what he wants so early in the night.

So Eren takes what he can. He palms himself briefly – just long enough to take
the edge off – and keeps his fingers inside Erwin, pressing up against that
spot and rubbing, just right, right there—

And Erwin comes with a choked gasp. His back arches off the bed and his insides
spasm around Eren’s fingers and Eren whines and wants; he wants so desperately,
but Levi’s presence is a solid wall between him and his desires.

He can hear Levi chuckle over the rasp of Erwin’s breath, over the whistle of
his own blood in his ears. Cruel, cruel fucker. Gets off more on watching them
squirm – on watching Eren squirm – than on touching and being touched.

Eren can’t figure him out, can’t find that one thing that makes Levi lose his
mind. Erwin likes to take control, likes to be implored, and Eren knows how to
give him exactly what he needs. He has him wrapped around his finger and it
doesn’t take more than a look or a whispered plea to get him going.

But Levi—

Levi is inscrutable.

Even now, when he’s watching them and his eyes are dark with desire – even now,
he’s in control of himself. Eren is a mess, Erwin still hasn’t caught his
breath, but Levi is unruffled. He’d taken his cravat off and opened the first
two buttons on his shirt when they began almost an hour ago, and his cock is
hard, tenting the front of his pants, but he’s so fucking composed it makes
Eren see red.

It isn’t fair.

Eren whimpers when he sees Levi shift in his seat to get more comfortable,
spreading his legs and palming the front of his pants to ease some of the
pressure on his erection. A sudden wave of want, of need, has him shivering and
he rolls his hips forward, rubs his hard cock against Erwin’s softening one.
The movement pulls a whine out of his throat and Erwin shudders against him and
almost whimpers, dazed and oversensitive from his orgasm.

“Eren.”

Levi’s voice commands attention; it snaps Eren out of the haze of lust but does
nothing to make the torture any easier to bear.

Eren has told them before, in no uncertain terms, that he likes being ordered
around. Likes to be held down and fucked senseless. Likes to be told what to
do. Loves it when they strip him down to nothing and shape him into what they
need. Loves it when they use him. So that’s what they do.

That’s what they’re doing now – what Levi is doing.

Eren is nothing but an instrument of pleasure. His hands on Erwin’s body are
Levi’s to command; his touches are Levi’s touches and Levi is far from done
with touching Erwin.

“We’re not finished yet, Eren,” Levi says. “Keep going.”

And Eren does.

His fingers are still slick with oil and Erwin is loose enough that he could
push in without any more lubrication, but Eren doesn’t want to force it. He
coats his fingers again and presses them against Erwin’s entrance, eases in
with infinite gentleness. He knows he’s found Erwin’s prostate when Erwin
whines and clenches around him and Eren keeps rubbing at that spot, slow and
gentle at first, then harder and harder until Erwin comes with a groan and a
full-body shudder.

“Keep going,” Levi says and the hint of urgency in his voice is enough to make
Eren’s cock throb.

“Wait—” Erwin’s breath is like a death rattle and his eyes are wide and glassy
when he turns his head to look at Levi. “Wait, Levi. Let me—”

“No,” Levi growls. “You can take it. You will take it, like the good little
whore I know you are. Eren, keep going.”

And Eren does.

He keeps fucking Erwin on his fingers until he’s delirious with it, until his
voice cracks and he can’t even beg anymore. He knows Erwin’s close; he can feel
the way his insides flutter around his fingers, the way his muscles tense. Levi
doesn’t even need to say it – Eren bends down on his own and takes Erwin’s cock
in his mouth, swallows him down to the base in one fluid motion and holds
there, letting his throat convulse around the head.

That’s what does him in. Erwin comes with a guttural cry, a sound more animal
than human. He shudders through his orgasm and makes little whimpering noises
when Eren swallows around his cock and grinds the tips of his fingers against
his prostate. It’s quickly becoming too much for him, too painful; he thrashes
weakly against him and Eren finally lets up, pulling his fingers out slowly in
time with his mouth.

“You did good, Eren.” Levi sounds a little out of breath. “Now let him rest and
come here.”

Eren clambers out of bed and wobbles up to where Levi is lounging on a plush
chair, legs spread open and pants undone. He knows what he has to do before
Levi even opens his mouth to ask it.

Eren kneels between Levi’s legs and mouths at the crotch of his pants.

“Please,” he whispers hotly against the warm bulge of Levi’s cock. “Please Sir,
I want it—”

Levi’s eyes are dark, his jaw tight. He rests his hand on Eren’s head, fingers
scratching gently at his scalp. “Go ahead, then,” he says. “Take what you want.
You’ve earned it.”

And Eren does.
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