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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager, Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager, Levi/Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Erwin_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, dub-con
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-09 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5490
****** spoiled monster ******
by dividedheart
Summary
     For a kinkmeme prompt: public affections, pet names, Erwin and Levi
     ganging up on Eren. With bonus smut.
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Chapter Notes
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It starts with the small things.
Erwin pats his back or his shoulder, ruffles his hair. He leans down to his
neck when he's got something to tell him, murmurs in his ear, close and
personal. They're all casual, smooth movements, like it's a completely ordinary
thing and he isn't being too affectionate with his subordinate. Eren doesn't
mind these things - they make him feel warm, heat rising in his toes till his
face is flushed. Erwin does other things; lets him off on his duties early,
speaks to him kindly when he speaks to others harshly. If he is ever in a bad
mood, Eren doesn't know.
The gestures are all tender in a way Eren isn't used to - he feels intense
admiration for Erwin, and he honestly enjoys all the attention. It's a little
embarrassing, sure, being doted on by the Commander, but he ultimately doesn't
mind.
He does mind it when the hand placed on the small of his back slides down to
momentarily squeeze his ass. It's so clearly deliberate, but no one else sees
it. Eren thinks himself into a corner, wonders if all this is on purpose,
wonders if the gestures are becoming more and more intimate or he's just
thinking too much about it. So he ignores these things, tries not to blush or
stumble when Erwin's touches become more and more intimate.
Eren ignores the looks and the closeness until it's too much for him to bear.
Erwin and he aren't alone when he first calls him baby; others are there,
others who hear. Who hear and turn to each other to gossip, and Eren is so
desperate for them not to misunderstand. He expects his Commander to look
upset, angry even, but his expression is the same as always. He does put on a
mock pout when Eren doesn't answer to the pet name, though.
Levi apparently catches on. He's called to his room, told to be there by eight,
and Eren frets the entire day till evening hits and he's free of his duties.
Erwin is leaving when he arrives, and his stern - nearly angry expression melts
into a fond one. He ruffles Eren's hair as he passes, tells him good luck. It's
not exactly comforting, but his presence always eases Eren's nerves. It's with
a bold knock that he steps inside Levi's room.
Only to immediately deflate by the cold look he's being given.
"Sit." Levi points to the chair in front of his desk and continues scribbling
signatures on paperwork. He's stiff, clearly tense from a long day of work. So
Eren loses any attitude or boldness he previously had, and sits quiet and still
until Levi speaks to him.
"So. Baby."
Eren blanches. He loses himself in confusion and doesn't hide his shock.
"What, don't like that? How's honey, then? Nah, too sweet. Sweetheart? Fuck no,
I'm not a grandma. I'm sticking with baby, so's Erwin. It a problem?" He
doesn't look up from his papers for a long time, not until the silence grows so
heavy with tension that it hurts.
"That was a question, Eren."
"Ah, no, sir... well, just, um. Why?" He blurts out the last of that, fumbles
for something else to say and settles on letting loose the feelings he's
bottled up for so long. This is Levi, so it's dangerous, but he does so
anyways, figuring if anyone has an answer, he does. "Why? I don't hate it, but
I don't understand. Why is the Commander so affectionate... the names, the -
the touches -"
For the first time, Levi's expression twists to something legitimately sour and
he interrupts. "Wait. He touches you? How?" Eren's embarrassment burns his
cheeks, makes him stutter. "Not like that - just, friendly," Levi snorts. This
doesn't help. "I guess. Um, he usually sticks really close. Ruffles my hair?"
"Does he 'ruffle' your ass too? I see where he's coming from. You get flustered
so fucking easily, it's insane. Whatever. You're free to go. Take a dump, lose
some of that tension or something."
Eren gapes, feeling more confused and awkward than ever. There's a long pause,
and Levi says, quieter, and far more sincere; "I'll talk to him if it's that
much of a bother."
"Ah... thank you, Corporal."
"Now get the fuck out."
Get the fuck out Eren does. He leaves the room with a quiet murmur of thanks,
and bolts back to his own quarters. Or dungeon, rather. His little meeting with
Levi didn't help his nerves at all, honestly, but if Levi said he'd talk to
Erwin, he'd talk to Erwin. Maybe things would change.
Oh, how wrong he was.
The morning starts off as usual. Eren gets up, washes, and heads up to the main
dining room of the castle. Nothing interesting happens along the way. He feels
a little more drowsy than usual, grabbing his morning rations and sitting down
with a flump.
He's drowsy enough that he doesn't hear or sense someone stalking towards him.
Nor does he feel the air grow quiet, murmured conversations dulling nearby. He
doesn't notice any of it until a hand tangles in his hair, and ruffles it.
Well, that gets his attention. As does the kiss placed on his cheek, the oohs
of his fellows. A bitter sort of dread wells up in his throat, choking him. Oh,
god. Erwin? Ah, but...
"Morning, babe." Eren almost gives himself whiplash as he turns to stare at his
superior, heat instantly burning his cheeks as he realizes, Levi, it's Levi
this time. There's a distraction in the form of him plopping a fruit into his
hands, though. Wait, fruit?
Eren's gaze snaps down to the plush pear in his hand and he manages to stutter
out a thank you, Corporal. He can feel Mikasa's waves of anger and jealousy and
the rest of his friends' stares boring into him, and he fights not to turn
around and scream it's not what you think! Just barely, anyways.
"Eat. We'll be training hard today, hun." More oohs.
Levi comes and goes, just like that. The second he's far away enough to be out
of earshot, his friends pounce on him. He deals with that best he can, denying
all accusations of sleeping with the Corporal. He's more terrified of what
might come from Erwin, honestly.
Eren finds he wasn't scared without reason. After breakfast, sometime around
the afternoon, he sees him. Erwin is making his way toward him, and Eren stills
almost out of habit, and it's out of respect that he doesn't bolt upon seeing
his expression; that damn smile lit up his face.
Erwin pats his shoulder, a normal enough gesture that he begins to let his
guard down. "Walk with me."
Seconds later he feels hands grope across his ass. He lets out a terrible
squeak that he fails to muffle. That familiar burn of embarrassment stuffs his
throat and burns his face; he also fails to swat the hand away or curse. He's
already pulling away.
"Ah, my apologies. I trust you slept well, darling."
Erwin is speaking as casually as he would over any normal greeting. He doesn't
hesitate to brush his thumb across Eren's lower lip as he surveys him, noting
the flush on his cheeks like he's surprised. Eren somehow lets him. He's
stopped by shock, legs rooted to the spot. There are people around. People that
are seeing this.
"My, you're rather red. Do you feel alright?"
He manages to nod. Erwin smiles, and he feels his knees weaken. "Wonderful.
Come on, then. You have a busy day ahead of you."
There's more to his words than he can process. The day continues on and Levi
slaps his ass instead of his hands when he does something wrong. There's more
pet names, and more close contact. By the end of it all, his friends are
convinced he's fucking either the Corporal or the Commander, or maybe both.
Mikasa is angry throughout all of it. Eren is too embarrassed and shocked to be
mad; he just kind of endures it.
At the end of the day he makes his way to his so called room down in the
dungeon, face still warm from all the unexpected remarks made his way from both
Levi and Erwin. The room is as cold and as empty as always, but when he buries
his face in his pillow he finds something underneath it.
There's chocolate, wrapped up in sweet gold foil. It's clear it's very
expensive, and Eren's heart skips. There's a note attached to it.
"Meet us at twelve tonight, my quarters. Your door will not be locked. -Erwin"
He figures that maybe, just maybe, the attention wasn't so bad after all.
***** end *****
Chapter Summary
     Almost entirely porn. Sorry not sorry.
Chapter Notes
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Eren slips out of his room as soon as the clock nears twelve.
He's anxious and excited all at once, but the foremost feeling he has while
walking to Erwin's quarters is mostly just anxiety. He's jittery; jumps at
every shadow, every small noise and whisper of cloth. That's alright-- he gave
himself enough time to make it there by twelve. He's not entirely sure what the
two want, meeting him dead in the night in private corners, but he's got an
idea.
Having an idea like that doesn't help him conquer his nervousness at all.
He ultimately makes it there alright. Doesn't run into anyone, doesn't break
anything, doesn't trip over his own feet despite his tremors. He's vaguely
surprised they trusted him to walk there by himself. Until he prepares to
knock, anyways, and the door immediately opens.
"Brat, were you really going to knock? Get inside. You're early, but that's
fine."
Eren makes a confused noise, half hurt. Levi pulls him inside after rolling his
eyes, but he doesn't let him go after closing the door. No, he pulls him over
to the bed and sits him down. He just looks up at the older man, then turns
away to look for Erwin. Levi doesn't like that, and immediately tangles his
fingers in his hair and tugs his head to look back up.
"Uh -- sir?"
Levi's expression twitches, lips quirking up momentarily as his eyes dart
behind Eren for just a second. Confusion overwhelms him, and he can't help but
repeat himself. "Sir? I'm sorry, what is--" He's stammering, wondering for an
explanation to all their strange behavior, but he instead lets out an
incredibly unmanly squeak as thick arms encircle him from behind.
Ah, so that was where Erwin was. Admittedly, Eren doesn't mind the attention,
never has. He's embarrassed, sure. That's obvious from how heat flushes his
cheeks, but it's just them now. There's no spectators, and it feels more real
than ever-- they weren't just teasing him for the sake of teasing him. Even as
he's hoisted into a lap, as Levi pushes them into the center of the bed and
crawls up to him as well-- he's more OK with it than ever.
There's a long pause, and Levi leans in close. He can feel Erwin's breaths
falling on his neck behind him, and he's the one to speak this time. "Are you
alright, Eren? This isn't a problem, is it?" His tone is so gentle. Eren can
hear his worry, and he turns around to look into his superior's eyes. He looks
slightly distressed, like he needs reassuring.
Instantly, he nods, and Erwin smiles. Eren melts in his arms, and they share
their little moment, at least until Levi's snort of incredulity shatters it.
"Erwin, you scumbag. You're just charming him away, aren't you? That's
manipulation, you know. Hey, Eren." Of course, he immediately turns to Levi.
He's scowling. It takes a while for it to set in, but there's some sort of
jealousy in his eyes.
"Don't fall for his shit - this guy is dangerous."
Erwin is the one to scoff this time. "Ah, and you aren't? I'm sure your
bitterness could destroy someone innocent like Eren."
Levi gives him a deadly look. Eren feels like he's been caught in the
crossfire. It's not entirely unpleasant, though, since they're bickering over
him. The two people he admired most-- fighting over him. It's ridiculous,
nearly laughable, and he squirms in Erwin's lap. They immediately cease their
chatting and turn to look down on him.
Their gaze seems to sharpen, and Eren feels incredibly small, squeezed between
them like this. "Um -- sorry."
"Whatever. You're fine, right?" Levi leans in. He's asking for permission-
- what for, Eren isn't sure yet. (Doesn't want to be.) "Huh? Yeah. I'm - I'm
fine."
"That settles that, then. You're not backing out," And that's all he says
before leaning in and pressing a hard kiss against Eren's lips. It's awkward
for a long second, until Eren presses back, melts against his mouth, and
returns it best he can. He follows Levi's motions; opens his mouth when he
feels a hot tongue slide across his lips, whimpering faintly when his lower lip
is sucked and bitten on. Pretty soon, he's gasping for air as Levi pulls away.
"What a virgin."
"Levi." Erwin's exasperated sigh breezes across his neck and he shivers.
Despite the little comment, he doesn't waver, and pulls Levi closer to get
another kiss. Unsurprisingly, the older man takes control of it, though his
initially rough actions blend into gentle ones. Erwin's hands are on his hips,
rubbing little circles, sliding up and under his shirt.
That he can't ignore, and he breaks away from Levi to breathe-- to gasp, to
moan as thumbs circle his nipples and flick over them. Again and again,
skillfully squeezing and teasing them, leaving Eren panting. Levi's tugging on
the edge of his shirt, and Eren obediently raises his arms to let it be taken
off.
Eren feels a wave of sudden stubbornness. Indignant embarrassment rises up to
burn his cheeks, and he squirms-- protests for the first time. "Yours, too."
Levi arches a brow and gives him an annoyed look. "Don't think you're in
charge, kid." But he's taking his shirt off anyways, popping buttons hurriedly.
He notices that Eren is watching him like a hawk, and his lips twitch ever so
slightly. Rushing to take it off turns into a show-- he slides the material off
and folds it precisely, notices that Erwin is watching him with an unimpressed
look, and he snorts, almost smiling.
At least until Eren presses forward to eagerly run his hands up and down Levi's
chest. He's clearly in awe of his muscles-- that stupid look on his face was
evidence enough. Surprisingly, Levi just lets him, deciding he's just a curious
brat and it wasn't that bad, really, being practically worshiped-- when it was
by Eren. He smooths his expression into an unimpressed one when Erwin smirks,
though, amused by Eren's almost childishly reverent actions.
That stupid expression on the kid's face doesn't last for long, though. Erwin
takes Eren's wrists and pulls him back, a suddenness to his actions that makes
the boy yelp-- he sits him on his crotch and rubs his half-hard cock against
the cleft of his ass. Even through their clothes, it startles a loud reaction
out of him; he jerks like he's been shocked, gasps a high sound that goes right
to Levi's dick.
The brat would be the death of him. Of both of them, by the look on Erwin's
face.
He leans in to Eren's neck, pressing a wet, tender kiss there before purring in
a low voice. "This is alright too, isn't it?" He gets a low murmur in response.
"Mm, ah, yeah."
Levi reaches for the edge of Eren's pants and pulls them off with little
trouble. Eren is obedient; he lifts his hips up when he's told to, sits and
grinds against Erwin when he's pulled against him. It's so goddamn obvious how
much of a virgin Eren is, just from his reactions. Now naked, he blushes
furiously, would probably close his legs out of sheer embarrassment if not for
Levi sliding his hands across his thighs. It's easy to tease him like this,
when his hands are held back and he's the only one completely undressed.
Kid certainly isn't helping himself. He moans with every kiss, every suck
against his neck, these soft sighs that blend into high moans, sweet sounds
breathed so hotly. They go straight to Levi's dick. He's sure it's the same for
Erwin, judging from how he practically feasts on the boy's neck and shoulders.
It's all driving Eren crazy. The soft sucks, the tender biting-- the cock
rubbing against his ass, it all drives him wild. It burns a heat so deep in the
pit of his stomach, one that sets sweat on his brow and one that stiffens his
cock. They're practically drowning him in sensation, and they're smug about it,
too. Erwin laughs when Eren gasps as his cock is taken in hand, as it's tugged
harshly.
"How often you jerk yourself off, Eren?"
Levi is so close. Levi is leaning to his chest, kissing a wet trail from his
stomach to his chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking. The hand on his
cock doesn't stop, just falls into a sweet rhythm along with the tongue lapping
at his chest. Eren gasps and arches his back in response, tries to buck into
the fist pumping him, wanting more. Weakly and belatedly he tries to free his
hands from Erwin's grasp, failing spectacularly. He settles for grinding
against him, feeling the heavy weight of his cock through his pants. His
movements are frantic and sloppy, more cute than hot.
"Clearly not often. Look at you, you're already going to come, aren't you?"
It's true enough. His cock twitches in Levi's hand and he struggles not to
thrust up, just focuses on grinding down on Erwin. His face and chest is
flushed a brilliant pink, and he feels a surge of embarrassment bubble up. Eren
forces himself to speak anyways, biting his lower lip and sighing. "Uhm, yeah,
a-ah..."
Levi stops pumping to thumb over his slit, repeating that until Eren is
trembling. He bites his lower lip until it's raw, staring at Levi with glossy
eyes that are lidded with arousal. He's so easy, but he still refuses to ask
for more. Cupping his balls and continuing to jerk him, Levi watches and waits.
It's not long before Eren is shaking, gasping and murmuring warnings.
"Ah, no, wait - I'm gonna, ah, Corporal, uh--!" His hips snap up desperately
and he lets out a long keen. He spills himself over Levi's fist and his own
stomach, hips jerking and eyes fluttering closed. He trembles with the
aftershocks, and Erwin slides his hands across his chest and hips, chuckling
lightly. He presses gentle kisses to Eren's cheek, to his neck, ever so
patient, and Levi clicks his tongue pointedly.
"I'm not pampering him anymore, Erwin. Where's the oil?"
"You say you won't pamper him, but..."
"Come on. You've just been rubbing against him this entire time, don't tell me
you don't want to fuck him already."
Erwin sighs and shakes his head, giving Eren one last kiss before gently
lifting him up and off his lap. He sits up, reaching inside his pants pockets
to pull out a small vial of something. Eren is still kind of hazy from his
orgasm, and he just listens and watches the exchange silently, eyeing the
bottle warily. He does yelp when Levi flips him over, though-- chest down, ass
up, legs spread.
Levi gropes his ass, teasing the flesh mercilessly. He raises his palm and
smacks him, the sudden pain making Eren shout. All he can focus on is his
feeling of embarrassment and humiliation-- this was so shameful, being spread
open and toyed with. He stews and mumbles to himself until a cold, slick finger
slides against his asshole. He jerks away only to be roughly pulled back, Levi
muttering something under his breath. Heat stings his face, and he tries not to
whimper when those hands continue to roughly play with him.
Erwin provides a distraction, taking his chin and making him look up. He's
smiling, and Eren feels that same warmth from before spread through him. "Be a
good boy for us. You can do that, can't you, Eren?"
The intense desire to please him-- and possibly get more praise-- bubbles up
and Eren says, far too loud and far too enthusiastically, "Yes, sir!" To which
Levi scoffs and Erwin smiles.
"I- I want to be good. So..."
"Of course." Erwin cups his cheek and then moves away, briefly, to unzip his
own pants and take himself out of his underwear. Eren notes, a little late,
that that's all he's done to undress. While Levi had taken off his shirt to
sate him, Erwin remains almost fully clothed.
The sense of being vulnerable and awkward heightens, naked and pressed between
two much more experienced-- and strong, thicker-- men like this. Maybe he
didn't really realize it before, but it's an astounding situation. It really
is; by the way things were progressing, Eren wouldn't be able to sincerely deny
any wild accusations of sleeping with either of his two superiors. A smug sort
of happiness blooms in his chest.
He pales very quickly. Eren doesn't believe the sight he's presented with-- how
is Erwin so big? How could that fit inside anyone, never mind himself? He
openly gawks, looking rather like a fish out of water. Erwin is still gentle,
though, and doesn't rush him. Any confidence he had is gone, especially with
Levi beginning to slide his fingers inside-- it hurts, and he can't keep down a
pained whine.
The fingers pressing inside him aren't exactly gentle in their ministrations,
either. Levi's pace is too quick, he's putting too much in, too soon. That's
obvious in the way Eren tenses up, the way he stills so suddenly. A little
apologetically, Levi pressed a kiss to his hip, slowing down. The sting blends
into a pleasurable friction, and Eren returns his attention to the heavy cock
in front of him.
Oh, no. What was he supposed to do? Eren flounders for a moment, hands wavering
and eyes repeatedly flicking back and forth from Erwin's face to his crotch.
Steeling himself, he reaches forward and takes him in his hand-- he really is
an incredible size, honestly. Eren pumps him over a couple times, nervously
looking up to see if Erwin looks displeased. There's no hint of displeasure on
his face, so Eren continues, growing bolder.
He tries to mimic what Levi had done to him earlier, twisting his wrist when he
thought it was right, thumbing over and circling the head when he reached the
top. He ends up using both hands-- Eren thinks himself a ridiculous sight,
imagining how foolish he looks and flushing further. Still, he keeps going,
intent on pleasing.
Tentatively, ever so cautious, he licks the tip. Erwin hisses, a sound that
Eren presumes is pleasured, so he keeps going. He takes him in his mouth,
licking along the shaft and sucking softly. The taste is bitter and heavy, but
the fire in his belly makes it good. Just hearing the low sound of Erwin
groaning is enough to stiffen his cock, and he keeps going, bobbing his head
and eagerly pumping what he can't fit in his mouth.
Levi's got three fingers inside him and by now, his hips are twitching back
toward the touch eagerly. The heavy feeling of shame and embarrassment doesn't
go away, but instead takes the back burner as Eren sucks Erwin off, eyes
continually flicking up until they just stay there-- brilliant jade meeting
vibrant blues.
Eren's a damn sight, that's for sure. His eyes are lidded with arousal but
their vibrancy still stands out; it's not bad when he closes his eyes either,
thick lashes falling to contrast again flushed cheeks. He keeps trying to take
more of Erwin in, desperate to please him-- so young. Erwin tangles a thick
hand in his hair and eases him back, ever so gently, but Eren continues to suck
until he pulls away with a loud pop.
He can tell the boy is ready, if the way he's arching his back and thrusting
back against Levi's fingers is any sign. Erwin turns his gaze on the man behind
him, nearly laughing at the sight. He looks so damn frustrated, ready to just
flip Eren over and fuck him senseless-- but Erwin can't judge. He was a damn
tease without even intending to be.
"Eren."
That gets his attention, spoken in such a tender voice. He looks up, searching
his superior's face for any sign of displeasure. He finds there is none, but
his worry doesn't fade away. Levi interrupts, speaking behind him. The fingers
in his ass slide out and the whisper of cloth sounds.
"You're ready, right? This should be enough. It'll hurt at first, but don't
complain. I've had enough waiting."
"Ah-- yeah."
With that, Levi flips him over. It's a little unexpected and it's rough, like
always. There's not much he can do to protest, though, and he doesn't even try
to; just bites his lower lip as Levi presses the tip of his cock inside him.
He's tight. That's nothing he didn't expect, honestly. The kid obviously hadn't
ever fingered himself, never mind engaged in intercourse like this. All the
same, he pushes inside, the experience made much easier with all the oil he'd
applied. Still. "Calm down, brat, or we're not gonna get anywhere. Relax."
Lower, now. "It's not gonna hurt for long if you just loosen up."
Obedient as always, Eren forces himself to calm down. Erwin's hands find their
way onto his shoulders, rubbing these little half circles that do the job for
him-- he can feel himself relaxing. As intimidating as Levi was, even in bed,
he still remained gentle despite his harsh words. At least until he's a couple
thrusts in, anyways. His pace quickens, and all Eren hears is the slap of his
hips against his ass, zoning in on the hard throbbing of his cock against his
belly. It stings, that's for sure-- doesn't stop stinging, even when a bit of
pleasure blends in, but it becomes less and less of a problem the more Levi
moves.
Erwin is gentle even when he forces Eren's hand to his cock. Again he takes the
man in his mouth, swallowing thickly around the head, the bitter taste igniting
his senses. It's awkward at this angle, but his soft suckling and moaning seems
to please Erwin all the same. It's gratifying. The heat and the smell of their
bodies and the heavy weight of Erwin's cock against his tongue all intermingles
and turns his brain into mush. He finds himself panting, mumbling around the
dick in his mouth before pulling away to shout. "More, ah, please Levi, mmh,
more--!"
To which the man instantly complies, laughing breathlessly. As coy as the kid
played, as innocent as he seemed, he could still utter such filthy words-
- could beg without even being told to. "You're just a little slut, aren't you?
Ah, you're so fucking tight." He enunciates each word with a sharp snap of his
hips, steadily fucking Eren into the mattress. Erwin leans toward him over
Eren, and he mindlessly presses forward to kiss him. Eren lets out a choked
little whine, clearly aroused by the sight above him. So Levi keeps at that,
kissing Erwin roughly, lips smacking loudly.
They pull away and Levi's hips stutter; he can feel his orgasm coming on. Eren
is panting and whining, sighing these fucking sounds that fuel every push of
his hips. He focuses entirely on him, now-- just aims to find that sweet spot,
smirking when Eren cries out even louder than before.
"There it is. Here, huh? Feels best when I fuck you like this?" Across from
him, Erwin sighs in a way that is clearly distressed-- he sounds painfully
aroused. All Eren's attention is on Levi, now, and it's satisfying in a way
Levi didn't think it could be. He can't even talk, and it's because of him.
Both of them, actually, but fuck Erwin right now. All he sees is Eren-- Eren
pushing back against him, sloppy and desperate but still so hot. All he hears
is him, sweetly gasping for air, so breathless. Levi can't keep back his own
groans. "Ungh, fuck--" His pace fails, and he pulls out, taking himself in hand
and then Eren in his other-- squeezing the kid's base while rutting against
him. It's probably torture; clearly feels like it anyways, obvious in how Eren
curses and how his hips jerk.
Levi comes over his stomach and he gets a full five seconds of total bliss
before Erwin is switching places with him, his impatience finally showing
itself. "Greedy bastard," is all Levi mutters as he moves to cradle Eren's head
in his lap. Eren, who is squirming, distressed by the feel and sight of Erwin's
too thick, too large dick rubbing against his ass. "Ah, but sir, it's too big,
surely it won't-- it won't fit!"
Levi soothes him this time.
He leans over the kid and presses his lips to his cheeks, to his eyelids. When
Eren seems a bit calmer, he leans in to his lips, kissing him deeply and yet so
gently. It's the opposite of before, now that he's sated-- he's gentle, almost
more so than Erwin, and he's pulling away soon enough with a smirk. He's just
watching, now.
It evidently hurts. Erwin is far bigger than Levi, longer and thicker and
surely impossible to fit inside anyone-- but he's pushing inside anyway,
seemingly pulsing as he does so. It's not long before he's almost completely
inside the boy, but he doesn't push past the obvious limit. He didn't want to
break him, after all; just fuck him.
"You wanted more, didn't you? Is this not enough?" Eren whines and shakes his
head, shoulders trembling and breath hitching as Erwin begins to pull out. He
snaps his hips forward and Eren cries out, loud and long. It hurt, but that
same pleasure from before sneaks in, soon becoming the dominating sensation.
Erwin is intent on making him feel good-- he near instantly finds that spot
deep inside him aims for it with every thrust. There isn't just that, though.
He relentlessly teases him, pushing in deep and grinding his hips against the
boy, driving him wild.
Deciding this angle just isn't enough, Erwin takes Eren's thighs and forcibly
spreads him, pounding into him harder and faster than before. Like this, he
slides in completely, but he doesn't hear any protests from the boy-- just
moans and whimpers, huffy sighs of pleasure. He watches and doesn't do anything
to stop Eren as he takes his own cock in hand and desperately pumps himself,
clearly near release. He keeps arching his back, eventually coming to grip
Erwin's arm with a vice-like grip. He's sloppy and hungry and so hot.
"Yeah-- ah, I'm gonna, come, please." Eren whines out lowly, incoherently
babbling as he's fucked. Erwin doesn't stop to tease him further, just fucks
him with more force. Levi groans but he's not heard by either of them, both so
close to the edge.
Eren comes first, shooting over his stomach and fist in wild spurts,
practically screaming. None of them care for how loud he is; they're too far
gone to care about someone hearing. Erwin soon follows, finishing inside the
boy and apologizing with soft kisses to his neck and chest. He pulls out with a
lewd squelch. Levi grimaces, thinking of the mess and how he would personally
have to scrub the kid down-- while Erwin chuckles, the bastard. "You were such
a good boy. Just what I expected from you, Eren."
Blearily, he cracks open his eyes, smiling softly. Levi curses him internally,
hating the warmth that pools in his chest at the sight. "Really? Ah... I'm
glad... so, so glad..."
Erwin picks him up and lifts up the sheets and blanket, letting him slip inside
before turning to take off his shirt. Eren's still hazy, clear in the
dumbfounded look he gives Levi as he crawls in beside him. "The mess... isn't
it a problem--?"
"Don't worry. I'll burn the bedding tomorrow after hosing us all down." Erwin
clicks his tongue beside him as he lays down and wraps his arms around Eren.
"You won't. A thorough washing will do." Levi grumbles some more and
possessively tugs the boy closer. Erwin just follows.
Cuddled up against the both of his admired superiors, Eren feels a warmth
tingle up his toes, completely different from before. He feels safe-- adored,
even. It's a long missed feeling, and he can't help but smile, even as he
begins to drift off into sleep.
The attention really wasn't so bad after all, was it?
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