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Levi approached his front door, nodding at the guards stationed outside. He unlocked the door and quickly stepped inside, turning to reset the alarm. The house was dark, quiet. Eren was likely already asleep.

He set his keys down and toed off his shoes, trying to make every movement as quiet as possible. It wasn’t exactly necessary. If Eren was asleep, then he was probably in their room, which was clear across the house. Eren also slept like the dead, but even still, Levi did his best to be silent.

Levi hadn’t realized it was so late. He had been working later than he normally did this past week. Although he didn’t technically have a work schedule in the first place, not anymore. Being head of the Ackerman clan gave him the luxury of hardly working at all. Levi had been a workaholic his entire life before meeting Eren, but he had pulled back significantly in the last five years. He was more of an idea now, a figure to be feared, but rarely seen.

But this week had required a more… hands on approach. Someone had taken out a hit on Levi a week ago, but they had finally made their move tonight. Levi had rushed through it, annoyed by the man’s screams, wanting to get home to Eren as soon as possible. But Levi preferred blades to guns, and there was no rushing without making a mess.

He made his way into the kitchen, keeping the light off, and turning the tap on. He removed his wedding ring and washed his hands, but he noticed there was a drop of red on the cuff of his pristine white button up. Fucking asshole. The guy has been a real bleeder.

Scowling, Levi slid his ring back on and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Lee?” came his favorite voice.

Levi turned and found his husband in the kitchen entryway. Eren had clearly been sleeping, if his barely open eyes and messy hair were anything to go by. He was leaning against the door frame, rubbing his eyes. He was wrapped in one of the countless fuzzy blankets from their bed, feet bare. Though Eren was 22 now, his sleepy demeanor reminded Levi of a little kid.

“Hey beautiful. Did I wake you?” Levi asked as he peeled his shirt off. He wasn’t going to touch his perfect Eren with anything that disgusting fucker had bled on. He dropped the shirt to the floor, instantly forgotten, and wrapped his arms around Eren’s waist.  He pulled him close, their bodies pressed together. Levi felt his whole body relax at the contact. Just what he needed.

Eren didn’t immediately melt against him, which was a bad sign. “No,” Eren pouted. “I was awake. I was waiting for you. You’re late.”

Eren had, obviously, not been awake, but Levi knew better than to press. “I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” He reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind Eren’s ear. “Can you forgive me?”

Levi saw a look of conflict cross Eren’s face. Eren pouted often, but he usually caved fast. He was apparently holding strong tonight. “You’ve been late all week.” Eren still hadn’t touched Levi, hadn’t leaned into him. It was starting to drive Levi mad.

“I’m sorry, beautiful,” he tried again. “I had to take care of some business, but it’s over now.”

Eren brightened at this. “It is? Does that mean the guards will leave?”

Levi almost laughed; this had been a subject of several fights lately. The extra security the past week had irritated Eren to no end. Eren didn’t work, which meant he rarely left the house. This was, as he explained to Levi, the entire problem. He didn’t like having people constantly around.

Eren had two personal bodyguards, but they were also his friends. He was comfortable around Mikasa and Armin, his two shadows. From the moment Levi had hired them, the two had bonded with Eren, quickly becoming friends. No, it was the addition of five extra guards stationed 24 hours a day outside their house that had pissed Eren off.

But Levi hadn’t budged on the guards. A threat to him meant a threat to Eren. The very thought of Eren getting hurt made his blood boil, made him want to break things. It had been the catalyst for Levi working late, staying away from the house.

And it had been a long week. Levi would only spend a few hours a night at home. He would come home after dark and find where Eren had fallen asleep, sometimes in their bed, sometimes on the couch. He would curl up against Eren, listening to his heartbeat. He would breathe him in for four, maybe five hours before peeling himself away and returning to work. 

Now it was blessedly, mercifully over. If the hit had taken any longer Levi was prepared to start knocking on doors. Setting fires to houses. Anything to just get this over with so he could return to his home with Eren.

He squeezed Eren closer. “Yes, my love, the guards will leave. Would that make you happy?”

The smile Eren gave him was blinding. “Yes, very,” he nodded. Eren pressed his head to Levi’s, and Levi released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Come on, beauty. It’s too cold for your feet to be bare.” Levi scooped Eren up bridal style and started walking to their bedroom. Eren squealed, nuzzling into Levi’s neck. Eren was easily a foot taller than Levi, but Levi carried him any chance he got.

“The floor is heated, Lee,” Eren giggled.

Levi started climbing the stairs to the second floor, holding his treasure a little tighter. “Shall I set you down then?”

“No!” Eren cried. “I didn’t say that. The floor is freezing.”

“Practically made of ice, is it?” He peered down at Eren, looking into the most beautiful emerald eyes he had ever seen.

Eren nodded, a huge grin plastered on his perfect face. “You’ll just have to carry me everywhere to save my poor feet.”

Levi kissed Eren’s forehead. “My poor, poor baby.”

Eren hummed at the contact, a pleased sigh leaving his lips.

“Tell me about your day. Was it good?” Levi questioned.

Eren shrugged. “It was fine. I spent it in the studio.”

Eren’s art studio was big enough to be a guest house and was situated at the back of their property between two massive oak trees. It wasn’t uncommon to find Eren asleep out there some nights, Mikasa or Armin asleep next to him. Eren had many hobbies, but painting had always remained his favorite. He could paint anything, talented as he was, but his landscapes were particularly impressive. Their house was filled with various paintings Eren had gifted Levi with over the years.

As Levi reached the second floor, they passed by the first painting Eren had ever given him. It was a portrait of Levi that Eren had painted after their first date. Eren’s face had been as red as a tomato as he practically shoved the canvas into Levi’s hands, his eyes pointedly looking anywhere but Levi.

Eren had painted Levi several times over the course of their relationship, but the first one would always be his favorite. It was Levi, dressed in black, against a setting sun, the sky glowing orange around him. His expression seemed to be one of relaxation, contentment. He thought he looked soft, softer than he was. But Eren had argued that Levi was soft, that he wasn’t all sharp edges.

He had never understood how Eren could view him the way he did. Like Levi was someone worth anything. But more than that. He looked at Levi like he was worth everything. Maybe he was soft after all. But if he was, it was only for one person, and he figured he could live with that.

It had always been that way. Since the day they met each other, there had been a pull. A pull between them, drawing them together, that they had both felt and been unable to explain. He smiled to himself, remembering the day they happened to cross paths.  

Levi had never been in an art supply store in his life, but here he was, staring at a thousand shades of white paint. How could there possibly be so many? Eggshell, egg white, bright white, soft white. He was starting to get irritated. He decided to just say fuck it and reached for the nearest can.

He stopped halfway there, catching sight of the forearm cast he was sporting on his left arm. He sighed. Fucking asshole. The guy had surprised him, something Levi rarely experienced, and broke his radius before Levi could drive his blade into the guy’s skull. He still wasn’t sure what group he had been from, but Erwin was dealing with it. Erwin was also the entire reason Levi was even here.

His second in command had ordered Levi to rest while he was healing. Erwin, of course, couldn’t actually order Levi to do anything, but Levi had acquiesced all the same. Erwin was more than capable of running the business for a few weeks until Levi got his cast off. Besides, the broken arm was making his already perpetually sour mood unbearable. It had been for everyone’s benefit that he takes some time off.

But Levi found that time off was fucking boring. He was always working; he had always been working since he took over the Ackerman clan from his uncle Kenny at 18. That was fifteen years ago and not a single day had been taken off in that time.

“Can I help you?”

Levi turned at the voice. He came face to, well, chest with a tall brunette kid. He looked up and… oh fuck. The eyes he found were the color of the forest, of grass in the moonlight. He had a hard time looking anywhere else, unable to stop himself from tumbling into the green pools.

He took in as many details of this stranger as he could. His hair was long, brushing his shoulders. He wore it half up, a few stray hairs framing his perfect face. His lips were pink and plush, and Levi wondered how soft they were. His eyes were huge and bright, expressing every emotion he felt like an open book.

The longer Levi stared without answering, he noticed a blush creeping across the tan face. Cute.

“Sir?” the stranger tried again.

“Don’t call me sir. I’m not that old.” He had meant it to sound more biting than the gentle way it came out.

The stranger gave a small laugh, and Levi instantly wanted to hear a real laugh from those lips. Wanted to feel it skitter along his spine. He shivered; how embarrassing.

“You don’t look old at all. You must be twenty something,” said the stranger.

Levi huffed. “Sure, kid. Whatever you say.”

The stranger seemed to pout at this. So cute. “If you aren’t a sir, then I’m not a kid.”

Levi took a step closer, almost in the other’s space. “Then what do I call you?”

The brunette swallowed and Levi tracked the bob of his throat with rapt attention. “Eren,” he breathed. Eren. Eren. Eren Ackerman.

Yes. Levi liked that.

“Eren,” he purred, trying it out. “It’s nice to meet you, Eren.”

He watched a look of… something cross Eren’s beautiful face. It was gone too fast to register what it could mean.

“Do you work here?” Levi continued.

Eren nodded. “Yeah. I saw you staring daggers at the paint and thought you might need help choosing.”

Right, the paint. He had forgotten all about it.

“I like your tattoos. They’re really beautiful,” Eren murmured, a deep blush on his cheeks.

Levi followed Eren’s gaze to his right arm. The entire right side of Levi’s body was covered in black ink, but Eren would only be able to see his neck and arm with the outfit he was wearing. The designs varied, ranging from flowers to script to shapes to wings to swords.

Were they beautiful? He had never been told so. In the Ackerman clan, the more tattoos you had, the higher your status was. In his life, they were a symbol of fear, of power and rank.

But-

They’re really beautiful.

He returned his gaze to meet Eren’s, but he found those green eyes still trained on his arm. He seemed to be studying the ink, finding new images the longer he looked. Levi kept his eyes on Eren’s face as he turned his arm, letting more of the work be revealed. Eren’s eyes twinkled, fascination clear on his face. Then Eren looked to his other arm, likely scanning for more tattoos, but all he found was pale skin and the cast.

“Oh, what happened?!” Eren shrieked perhaps louder than was necessary in the quiet store.  Such a strong reaction and for what? It was just a broken bone.

“Work injury,” Levi shrugged. It was technically true.

Eren hummed at this, nodding. “Are you getting paint for work?”

“No, nothing like that. I’m supposed to be taking time off for this,” he raised the cast in the air. “But I’m bored out of my mind. I just bought a house before the injury and whoever had it before painted the kitchen this god awful yellow. I think it’s contributing to my insanity.”

Levi normally spoke a total of ten words on a good day, but he felt like he wanted to tell Eren everything, anything, whatever he asked he would answer.

Eren gave another laugh, and Levi felt his skin heat. “And you went with white?”

“What color would you pick, Eren?” He was genuinely curious. Why did he give a fuck about this perfect stranger and his choice of paint?

Eren seemed to be thinking about it. He scanned the aisle, but he must not have seen what he was looking for. They locked eyes again, and Levi felt like he could breathe. “Can I show you?”

“Lead the way, doll.” Doll? The name had just rolled out. If the sudden pet name bothered Eren, he gave no sign of it. His smile remained as he turned to walk away.

Levi followed, and if he kept his eyes fixed on Eren’s perfect ass, well, no one had to know. They ended up one aisle over in front of an array of blue paint. Eren clearly knew exactly which one he was searching for as he immediately pointed to a cobalt blue can.

“This one,” Eren stated. “I like this blue.” And that was all Levi needed to hear.

He lifted the can off the shelf and held it. “Blue it is then.”

Eren’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to choose that one! It was just a suggestion.”

Levi took a step closer, returning himself to Eren’s space. “It’s perfect, Eren,” he promised. “It will remind me of you.”

It took everything he had not to reach out, to touch. His palms itched.

He watched Eren’s eyes widen further, listened to his breath hitch. “Oh,” was all he managed to say.

Levi tried not to feel smug at the reaction a few words had on Eren. Would he be so expressive underneath Levi? Would he whine? Would he tremble? Would he cry?

“I need brushes,” Levi stated, pulling them both from their respective daydreams.

Eren chuckled. “Brushes, right. Follow me…?”

Oh, Eren wanted his name. “Levi,” he offered.

“Levi,” Eren whispered, more to himself.

Levi stepped a little closer. Their eyes met, and time seemed to suspend. “I didn’t catch that, doll.”

Levi was close enough to see Eren’s pupils dilate as he breathed, “Levi.” And, fuck, he would never let anyone else say his name again. The way Eren said it was the only way he ever wanted to hear it. “It’s nice to meet you, Levi.”

“I assure you, Eren, the pleasure is all mine.”

All told, Levi spent an hour in that art supply store and bought hundreds of dollars of supplies that he did not need and had no intention of using. Eren mentioned he was a painter. Maybe Levi could convince him to come over and paint him something.

Eren in Levi’s house. That sounded perfect.

Once Levi had made his purchase, they both stood there, staring at each other. Eren’s expression looked like he was conflicted. His brow was slightly furrowed, and his smile wasn’t reaching his eyes anymore. He seemed like he was about to say something, but another customer had walked up with an armful of items ready to be bought.

They had looked at each other one final time before Levi nodded and left the store.

It took two weeks, two excruciating weeks, for Levi to crack. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about green eyes and brown hair and that laugh that kept playing on a loop in his head.

Levi had never been one to date. He never had the time and, quite frankly, he fucking hated people. But something about Eren had possessed him, caused his mind to wander to him whenever it had a free moment.

He called in a favor with an old detective friend of his and got everything he could on Eren. Eren Yeager, to be precise. Eren Yeager who was 18, birthday March 30^th, no siblings, father is a doctor, mother died when he was 10, graduated high school recently, no college applications submitted, employed at the art store for two years, broke his collar bone when he was 15 because he went ass over handlebars on his bicycle.

He also found out what kind of car Eren drove. Which is the exact car he was currently leaning against two weeks to the day that they met. Eren was working, but Levi had it on very good authority that he would be out in 15 minutes.

Was it overkill? Maybe. Was it stalker level crazy? Perhaps. But he was going out on a limb, a very delicate and fragile limb, that the look Eren had given him before they parted was the same look Levi had been giving.

Stay.

Eren was having a shitty day. First, the washing machine in his apartment had died halfway through a wash, which left him with some extremely soggy and soapy clothes. Then his coworker who always calls out did exactly that, forcing Eren to come in four hours before he was scheduled to work. To top it off, everyone else seemed to be having an equally shitty day because all the customers were being dicks.

He finally got to the end of his miserable shift and clocked out. As he exited the store, he caught sight of someone by his car. Who the fuck was that? He wasn’t in the mood for this. Eren walked closer and realized he knew this person. Holy shit.

Holy shit!

Levi was wearing a black button up, the sleeves rolled up halfway to his elbows, revealing the beautiful swirls of ink Eren had tried to memorize two weeks ago. He still had the cast on, but it seemed like a new one. Thinner.

With the sun low in the sky, it cast Levi in a glow that only made him more striking. Eren suddenly wanted to paint him, to see how he would render as art. He had a feeling that nothing would ever be able to capture Levi’s essence, his easy beauty.

Eren hadn’t been able to get the older man out of his head. It wasn’t just the mystery that came with Levi’s slightly vague answers about his life. And it wasn’t just the fact that he was, without a doubt, the most sinfully sexy person Eren had ever seen.

No.

It was the way Levi looked at him. Like they had known each other before. Like he had been searching for him for a lifetime and finally found him.

As Eren reached his car, Levi turned and gave a small smile, and it felt like the air was stolen from Eren’s lungs. Levi’s eyes were sharp, intense, the shade resembling steel, but they softened when he met Eren’s. Eren’s hands twitched, he wanted to touch, he wanted to feel, to explore.

He couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread across his face. “Levi! What are you doing here?”

“I came for you.” God Eren had missed that voice. It was deep, gravely, like if smooth whiskey was a sound.

“Me? Why?” He sounded way too excited, but he couldn’t bother being embarrassed about it. He had been sure he would never see Levi again. But here he was, leaned against Eren’s car, waiting for him. Smiling for him.

Levi pushed off the car, standing straight. He closed the gap between them and took Eren’s hand. Eren watched as their fingers intertwined, Levi’s pale tattooed fingers mixed with his own tanned ones. He liked the way their skin looked together.

Levi didn’t speak until Eren’s eyes found his own again. “I wanted to ask you on a date.”

Huh? Eren must have misheard him. A date? With Levi? Why on Earth would this man, who could surely have anyone, want to date Eren?

“A date?” Eren questioned, his voice sounding so small to his own ears.

Levi rubbed his thumb over the back of Eren’s hand. “A date,” Levi echoed. “It doesn’t have to be tonight. You just got off work. If you’re tired, we can plan for another day. I mostly just wanted to see you.”

Oh. Well, that was… honest. Eren felt his face flush. He was flattered, but he was also hesitant. He couldn’t stop the next question that left his mouth. “Why?”

Levi gave another one of his small smiles. “Honestly? I’m not entirely sure. I just know I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, and that’s never happened before.”

And, okay. Eren could understand that. He had been in the same boat. He felt drawn to Levi in a way he couldn’t put into words. He immediately felt comfortable with him, something he had never found so easily in someone. And Levi was being so honest, so open. He owed him the same honestly.

“Same,” he whispered. His face felt hot. He watched as Levi’s shoulders visibly relaxed. Had he been nervous?

“Good. So? Dinner?” Levi asked.

“Uhm, like, at a restaurant?” He asked, feeling anxious.

Levi must have sensed the shift in his demeanor because he reached for his other hand. The cast made it difficult for their fingers to lace together, but they managed. “It doesn’t have to be. It can be whatever you want. Just tell me.”

Eren figured it was now or never. Levi would either understand or, more likely, he wouldn’t, and this would be the end of them before they even began. He took a deep breath. “I, uhm, I get really anxious in crowds. I don’t usually go out. I just go to work and go home for the most part. Too many people and I panic. It’s happened before.”

As he spoke, Eren dropped his head. He stared at their shoes, waiting for the inevitable rejection. He had sugarcoated it, just a little. The truth was his anxiety was fierce. Eren had been there, had been in the same car accident that killed his mom. He had been afraid of just about everything since then. He had panic attacks often, some weeks he hardly slept, hardly ate.

Eren had tried to date before. Nothing very serious, but a few short-lived relationships in high school. Enough to know that no one wanted to date someone with the level of panic he held. Enough to know that it was a lot for someone else to carry for him. It had hurt, but he had accepted it.

“That’s fine,” Levi simply stated.

Eren’s head shot up. “What?”

Levi shrugged. “I said it’s fine. I wasn’t going to offer this on our first date since you don’t really know me, but I can cook you dinner at my place if you want.”

Eren was left reeling. This was the last thing he had expected. “You… you don’t mind?”

Levi just shook his head, continuing to rub soothing circles against Eren’s hands.

“I do need to tell you one thing though before you say yes or no to the date,” Levi said.

Eren immediately tensed up again, bracing for the worst. “Okay…” he said warily.

“I know you’re 18, and while that doesn’t bother me, I figured you should know I’m 33.” Levi stared at him, waiting.

Eren almost laughed. Not because that was funny, but because he had been expecting Levi to say something upsetting. Levi was older than Eren had thought he was, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was a little surprised to find that, more than not caring, he liked it.

“Does that make you my sugar daddy?” Eren teased.

Levi huffed a laugh. “Baby, I can be whatever you need me to be.”

Eren gave a real laugh and watched Levi’s eyes light up at the sound. “Maybe we can just start with the date.”

Levi gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eren nodded. “Tonight.”

Levi released one of Eren’s hands and reached in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and tapped a few times on the screen before pocketing it again. 

Eren felt his own phone vibrate a second later. Curious, he dropped Levi’s other hand and fished around in his messenger bag. He pulled his phone out to find he had a text from a number he didn’t recognize. He opened the message and saw a direction ping. He clicked on the address and was shown a location about 30 minutes away.

Before total confusion could take over, he got another message from the same number. Any food allergies?

He looked at Levi and found his phone back in his hand, a smile on the corner of his mouth. Eren couldn’t help but laugh. “How the hell did you get my number?” And then another question dawned on him. “How did you know this was my car?”

“Ahh, those are third date questions. You’ll have to find out then.” He placed his phone and his hands back in his pocket. “In the meantime, do you need to go home before you come over?”

Eren had about a million more questions, but he could save them for now. He was starting to get hungry. “Yeah, I want to go shower and change if that’s okay. And, no, I don’t have any food allergies. I’m not picky either.”

“Do you want me to pick you up? I can also send a car to pick you up and bring you back home if you’d rather. I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped there.”

Eren considered this. Levi’s house was on the edge of town, but it wasn’t that far away. “I can drive myself. I think I would feel better.”

Levi reached up and brushed the hair back from Eren’s face. “Whatever you want, beautiful.” Eren felt his face flush all over again. Levi pulled his hand back, returning it to his pocket and pulling out his car keys. “Text me when you’re on your way and I’ll start cooking. I’ll leave the gate open for you.”

Gate? Eren thought, but didn’t question further. “O-okay, Levi.”

Levi nodded before turning and walking over to a nondescript black car. Eren watched him drive away, feeling like today wasn’t so bad after all.

Eren quickly got in his own car and sped to his apartment. He had considered having Levi over to his place, but Eren had a roommate, and he didn’t want to deal with Jean tonight. He took the fastest shower of his life and then stood wrapped in a towel in front of his closet.

Levi had only ever seen Eren in his work clothes, which both times had consisted of a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Which was fine, but he wanted to impress Levi.

He stared at his favorite dress. It was light blue, loose fitting, long sleeved, with white flowers along the bottom. Would Levi find it weird if he wore it?

Eren replayed their two encounters in his head. Levi had never given Eren any indication that he was judgmental. If anything, he seemed open to everything Eren said. He listened to him, cared what he had to say. Levi’s reaction to Eren’s anxiety had been so unbelievably nonchalant. Maybe he was overthinking it.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the dress.

The sensor on the gate beeped, signaling someone had passed through it. Levi clicked the button on his phone to have the gate close and made his way towards the front door. He had gotten home from seeing Eren and told all his men to get lost. Tonight wasn’t going to be the night that he explained to Eren why he had guards at his house. He swung open the front door and walked down the path.

Eren was standing by his car, staring up at the house with a look of awe. At the sound of Levi’s feet on the gravel, Eren turned. Levi stopped in his tracks. Eren was wearing a thigh length blue dress that complimented his tan skin, making his eyes seem brighter. He was wearing a long necklace with a key on it, silver bracelets adorning one wrist. He had braided one side of his hair and pinned the strands back away from his face. He looked feminine, ethereal. He looked perfect.

Levi continued walking until he was close enough to Eren to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him towards him. Eren let out a squeak of surprise at the action, but he made no move to pull back. He placed a hand on Levi’s shoulder to steady himself, and Levi felt it like a brand through his shirt.

“You look beautiful, Eren,” he purred. “Thanks for coming.”

“S-sure,” Eren stuttered. “I can’t believe this is your house. It’s a fucking mansion, Levi. Do you live alone?”

In Eren’s defense, Levi’s home was meant to house an entire family of seven. It was three floors and sat on four acres of land. He also owned 90% of the forest the house sat against. It was, obviously, too much for one person.

Levi nodded. “Just me. I’ll give you a tour later if you want.”

“Okay, but I think I’ll need a map.”

Levi chuckled and released Eren to grab his hand. “Come on, dinner is almost ready.”

He led Eren back up the stone path, only letting him go to close the door. Eren reached down to untie his boots, but Levi stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.

Before Eren could protest, Levi crouched down and started to untie the laces. Levi heard Eren’s breath hitch and suppressed a grin. He carefully lifted each leg to pull the boots off, placing them to the side. Eren’s skin was warm, soft. Levi let his hands linger for longer than was necessary.

With his task done, Levi stood and chanced a look at Eren’s face. Eren cheeks and tips of his ears were colored pink, his lips slightly parted.

“T-thank you,” he breathed.

“No problem, princess,” Levi stated, slipping his hand back in Eren’s and leading them both down the hall. The whine Eren let slip did not go unnoticed.

As they entered the kitchen, Levi pulled out a chair at the island in the center and nudged Eren to sit. The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was large and Eren seemed to be trying to look everywhere at once.

“The walls,” Eren whispered. “You really painted them blue.”

Levi returned to the stove top, clicking off the boiling water. He had decided on pesto pasta for several reasons. One, he just made pesto yesterday with the basil from the garden. And two and three, it was quick and Eren likely hadn’t eaten since this morning before work. Levi knew Eren had been called in early today. He considered disposing of his negligent coworker all together, but it would just mean Eren working more.

He strained the pasta before answering. “Yeah, of course. I told you I was going to.” He turned to face Eren, catching his gaze before Eren quickly looked away.

“You didn’t have to, is all.”

Levi closed the distance between them, gently gripping Eren’s chin and turning his head. Once he had Eren’s eyes, he held them. “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.”

Eren’s eyes darted around Levi’s face, searching for something Levi wasn’t sure of. He released Eren’s chin, choosing instead to twirl a lock of brown hair around his finger. His eyes never left Eren’s, letting him find whatever he was looking for.

After what could have been hours, Eren smiled. “Okay, Levi.”

Levi nodded, stepping away to finish dinner. He added the pesto and plated the pasta, cradling both plates in one hand so he could intertwine his fingers with Eren’s and pull him out the back door.

The backyard was large, but there wasn’t much back here yet. All Levi had managed in the six months he had lived here was starting a flower and vegetable garden off to the right. Those six months had mostly been spent focused on building the porch they were currently standing on.

Levi chose to eat all his meals outside if he could help it. He had bought a large glass table for the porch expressly for this purpose. He set their plates down and pulled back Eren’s chair. Eren blushed but sat without comment.

“Do you mind eating outside?” Levi asked.

Eren shook his head, a shy smile on his lips. “No, it’s beautiful out here. I like it.” Eren settled into his chair, seeming to relax.

Levi nodded, picking up his fork. They ate their dinner in comfortable silence, only breaking it when Eren would squeal at a bird by the garden. It was the most domestic Levi had ever felt.

Levi collected their plates and left Eren at the table while he went inside to clean up. When he returned a few minutes later, Eren was no longer at the table. Levi scanned the backyard, his eyes landing on Eren by the edge of the forest.

He walked over slowly, wondering what Eren could possibly be looking at. As he got closer, he felt a twig snap under his shoe. Eren flinched, spinning around and facing Levi with wide eyes. He immediately sighed, relaxing again as their eyes met.

“Sorry,” Eren exhaled a shaky laugh. “I was really zoning out.”

Levi kept walking until he was next to Eren. “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault for startling you.” He turned his eyes to the forest. “What were you looking at?”

Eren faced the woods once more, giving another sigh, but a decidedly more content one. “Nothing really. Just looking. As far as I can see, it’s just trees. It’s… nice.”

The sun was almost completely down now, painting the world in the last light of the day. It would be dark soon, the crickets already starting their nighttime symphony. Levi had no neighbors, no noise pollution of any kind. The only sounds here were those of nature.

“It’s so quiet,” Eren whispered, almost like he was afraid of disturbing the silence.

Levi hummed his agreement, gaze trained on the woods. Another moment passed before he felt Eren’s hand on his arm. Levi turned his head, finding green eyes already on him.

“What’s wrong?” Levi questioned.

Eren smiled, a beautiful, blinding thing. “Nothing is wrong.” He slid his hand down Levi’s arm, and Levi removed his hand from his pocket. As their fingers molded together, Eren spoke again. “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. Or in another life. It’s…“.  

Levi isn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly they were pressed together, lips connected.

Levi would have been the first person to scoff at romance, to say that love at first sight was bullshit and that soulmates don’t exist. But then there was Eren. Eren, who came out of nowhere and blinded him with his smile.

Eren, who turned Levi’s notions of love on their head. Eren, who he felt he had known for decades, lifetimes.

Like he had loved him before a long, long time ago.

Eren was quick to bring a hand to Levi’s hair, combing his fingers through the black strands. Levi pulled Eren close, a firm hand on his lower back. The kiss was slow, sweet. Eren melted against Levi, a content hum being pressed to his lips.

Levi tilted his head, slotting their lips together at a better angle. Eren’s lips were as soft as he had imagined. So soft he felt drunk from them. Eren’s hand tightened in his hair, holding him in place. Like Levi would ever leave this, end this. He would sooner die.

Eren gave a tentative lick to Levi’s lips, and Levi felt any self-restraint that he had shatter in an instant. He opened, and Eren wasted no time slipping his tongue in. Eren moaned at the first touch of their tongues, his knees shaking. The sound settled in Levi’s core, heating him from the inside. He licked the roof of Eren’s mouth just to hear it again.

Only when Levi felt like he was dizzy from lack of oxygen more than from Eren, they parted. He took a deep breath, trying to find his composure. They still had every point of contact, both unwilling to go any further away.

The sun had fully gone down now, leaving them both in darkness. Levi took in Eren’s face, finding his eyes had adjusted to the gradual dark. Eren was panting, trying to catch his breath. He looked divine in the moonlight, and it took everything Levi had not to lay him down in the grass and fuck him senseless.

Levi cleared his throat, breaking the silence of the night. “It’s getting cold out. Come inside.”

Eren said nothing, just gave a dazed nod and let Levi lead him back inside by their joined hands. Once inside, Eren pounced, trapping Levi against the door as he connected their lips in another kiss. The kiss was slow again, controlled, sweeter than Levi thought he deserved, but he wasn’t about to complain. He wrapped an arm around Eren’s waist, pulling him close as he dug his other hand in Eren’s soft locks.

He slowly backed them up, aiming for the couch nearby. When they were almost there, Eren stumbled slightly, breaking the kiss to giggle against Levi’s lips.

“Like a baby deer,” Levi murmured

Before Eren’s mock outrage could kick in, Levi quickly scooped him up in his arms. Eren let out a rather undignified ACK! at the sudden maneuver, clinging to Levi in a way he tried to not let go directly to his dick. Levi walked the two remaining feet to the couch, gently placing Eren down, a hand under his head. He pulled back only slightly, but Eren wasn’t having it. Eren grabbed the front of Levi’s shirt, curling his hand in the fabric and pulling him down until their lips met.

Levi submitted, leaning a knee in between Eren’s legs for balance. Eren raised his legs, causing his dress to pool around his hips. Levi broke the kiss; he had to see. He straightened himself, trying to ignore the pathetic whine Eren emitted at the distance.

He placed a hand on each of Eren’s thighs, effectively silencing Eren. He parted them just enough for him to slip completely between them. He ran his hands up and down the soft skin, feeling the goosebumps he was leaving in his wake.

Only a thin layer of Eren’s dress stood between Levi and what he was searching for. With slow movements, letting Eren stop him if he so chose, Levi ran his hands up the last remaining length of Eren’s thighs. He got to the dress, carefully lifting it higher to reveal… Fuck.

Eren was going to be the death of him, Levi was sure of this now. Levi lifted his gaze from white lace to meet Eren’s eyes. Eren’s pupils were blown wide, his eyes practically black, a dark blush settling on his cheeks and ears. He gave Levi a shy smile, clearly nervous, but somehow trusting. Levi gave a small smile of his own.

Levi returned his attention to Eren’s pussy, his hands unintentionally squeezing Eren’s thighs as his eyes landed on the soft white material. “So pretty, baby. Are these for me?” Levi cooed, slipping a finger under the waistband and listening to the gasp from Eren.

“Yes,” came Eren’s breathless response. “D-do you like them?”

Levi leaned down, bringing his face level with Eren’s. He kissed the corner of Eren’s mouth, watching as his eyes slipped shut. He kissed Eren’s cheek, the line of his jaw, his pulse point, enjoying the little sounds he was receiving. He made his way to Eren’s ear, nibbling on the lobe, feeling Eren arch slightly at the contact.

“I love them, Eren,” he whispered before grazing his lips along Eren’s ear. “You’re so perfect, so perfect for me.”

Eren bucked his hips at the praise, his hands coming up to dig into Levi’s arms. Levi continued placing kisses along Eren’s neck, his throat, careful not to leave any marks. Eren whimpered beneath him, letting soft moans slip past his pink lips.

Levi snaked a hand between them, running it along Eren’s inner thigh until he met the wet heat he was searching for. He cupped Eren through the lace, earning him a gasp. Levi brought his lips to Eren’s, kissing him languidly. Levi gave a tentative rub of his palm, loving the pleased sound Eren breathed against his lips.

Levi could feel how wet Eren was already, his fingers pressed against the damp material. He gave a more intentional nudge, aiming for Eren’s clit. He knew he found it when Eren threw his head back, a beautiful sound being pushed from his throat.

“Fuck,” Levi breathed. He let Eren buck against his hand, letting him take what he needed. His movements were erratic, chasing the friction from before. Eren must not have been finding it, a frustrated whine filling the space. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

Levi slipped his fingers under the last remaining article between him and what he needed, pulling the fabric to the side, revealing Eren’s soaked cunt to the cool night air. Levi desperately wanted to see, but Eren had his arm in a death grip. Next time, he told himself.

He slid a finger in between the wet folds, the skin felt hot against his hand. Eren was drenched, letting Levi’s finger glide with ease. Eren shivered and Levi quickly became obsessed with how sensitive Eren was to every touch.

“Please,” Eren whimpered, and Levi could do nothing but oblige the man under him.

Levi slowly slipped a finger inside, not stopping until it was fully inside. Eren arched his back, his moan pure sin. Levi gave him a moment to adjust before he was sliding his finger back out, almost all the way, and plunging it back in.

“Ah! Fuck. Levi,” Eren gasped, his eyes closed.

And, oh, that was by far the best way Eren had ever said his name.

Levi brought their lips together as he started a steady rhythm, fucking his finger into Eren with purpose. The kiss turned heated, Eren immediately wanting access to Levi’s mouth. So, Levi let him in, he would always let him in. Their tongues touched and Eren moaned, causing the last shred of Levi’s control to burst into flames.

He pulled his finger out completely before filling Eren with two. He swallowed the sound Eren made, licking it directly from his mouth. Eren brought a hand to the back of Levi’s head, trapping him in the kiss. Levi didn’t care, he would let Eren take whatever he needed and offer him more.

He pumped his fingers faster, feeling Eren clench around him. Levi’s cock was straining in his pants, but he ignored it. All he wanted was for Eren to come undone. As Eren’s moans increased, the kiss became more of an exchange of breath. Eren panted against Levi’s lips, his fingers curling into Levi’s hair.

At a particularly satisfying thrust, Eren cried out. Levi tried to mimic the motion, needing to hear that sound again. He bent his fingers and, yes, he found it again.

“Shit!” Eren cried.

Levi kissed any part of Eren he could reach. “Does it feel good, princess?”

“Yes! So g-good, Levi. Don’t stop,” Eren begged.

“I won’t stop, baby, I promise. Not until you cum for me,” Levi whispered against Eren’s ear, nipping at the sensitive skin. He felt Eren clench around his fingers, clearly close.

He pumped his fingers faster, feeling Eren’s thighs tremble on either side of him. He was starting to feel drunk on the sounds Eren was releasing. Eren tightened his grip in Levi’s hair, the sting only serving to drive Levi crazier. Levi pulled back, needing to watch Eren’s expressions.

Eren opened his eyes, a sliver of green meeting steel. Levi had to take a deep breath. Eren looked wrecked, his lips swollen and face flushed. “So fucking beautiful,” Levi purred.

All Eren could do was whine as their eyes held. On Levi’s next thrust in, he added a third finger. The face Eren rewarded him with was worth everything. He had almost closed his eyes again, but he held them open. Gazing at Levi like he hung the fucking stars. And all from a few fingers. He wondered how Eren would react to his mouth.

Before he could entertain the idea, Eren screamed as he came. His thighs squeezed Levi, locking him in place as Eren’s body shook. Even when the shaking subsided, there were these small aftershocks that had Eren twitching around Levi’s still buried fingers.

Levi kissed Eren’s flushed cheeks as he panted, slowly returning to Earth. Eren turned his head, finding Levi’s lips. As they kissed, Levi finally removed his fingers. Eren whimpered and Levi swallowed it down.

Levi pulled the fabric back over Eren’s dripping cunt, wanted desperately to lick him clean. He took a grounding breath. This was enough for today. He hadn’t planned on them even kissing today, much less having Eren cum on his couch.

He felt Eren bring a shaky hand between them. He barely grazed Levi’s trapped cock before Levi stopped him with a gentle hand on his wrist.

Eren made a sound of protest, breaking the kiss to furrow his brow at Levi. Levi couldn’t help but chuckle at the expression. “Not today, baby.”

“Why?” Eren immediately asked.

Levi brought Eren’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles. “Because” is all Levi said.

Eren scoffed, rolling his eyes. “That’s not a reason, Levi.”

He opened Eren’s hand, kissing his palm as he made his way to his elbow. He looked at Eren, taking in his still pink cheeks. It wasn’t that Levi didn’t want to absolutely wreck Eren. He would happily bend him over this couch and fuck him until he cried. But it was too soon.

“Today is just about you, beauty. Let me have this, okay?” He placed a quick kiss to Eren’s lips. Eren leaned up as Levi pulled back, stealing another.

“Okay, Lee.” Eren smiled, and Levi couldn’t help but return it.

With more strength than he ever knew he possessed; Levi stood from the couch. He held a hand out for Eren, helping him stand. Eren wobbled for a second when he stood, shooting a glare at Levi as he huffed a laugh.

“Shut up,” Eren said with no real bite.

Levi nodded. “Shutting up.”

It took thirty minutes and an uncountable number of kisses before Levi watched Eren drive away. Eren had tried to convince Levi to let him stay over, but Levi wasn’t having it. If Eren stayed, there was no way he was leaving this house able to walk.

Eren had only left after Levi promised that their next date would be in three days on Eren’s day off. Only then had he let Levi pull him to his car, open the door, sit Eren inside, give him another too heated kiss, and send him home.

Their second date had been at Eren’s apartment while his roommate was gone for the night. After they ate, Eren had gifted Levi the portrait of him. Levi had been floored, rendered speechless by the gift, but one look at Eren’s flushed face had resulted in an impromptu make out session in the kitchen that was only interrupted when Jean unexpectedly returned home.

True to his word, Levi answered any question Eren had about him on their third date. They were at Levi’s house, laying on a blanket in the backyard as they stared at the stars. Levi was on his side, propped up on his elbow, watching Eren rather than the night sky.

“So, it’s crime?” Eren asked.

Levi huffed a laugh. “Well, it’s not exactly legal. There is a legal side to the business, but it’s funded with some less than savory means.”

“And you’ve always done this kind of work?”

Levi nodded. “Since I was your age, yeah.”

Eren seemed to be processing this. He turned his gaze from the stars, meeting Levi’s eyes. He had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, so Levi reached up and pulled it free with his thumb. He leaned down, kissing the red skin before pulling back.

“Ask it,” Levi prompted.

Eren hesitated before speaking. “Have you ever killed anyone?” He held Levi’s gaze.

Levi gave another nod. He watched Eren’s face carefully. His eyes would always say exactly how Eren was feeling, even if he didn’t voice it. Levi watched as Eren’s face gave no indication that the information bothered him.

“You don’t really live here alone, do you?”

Levi chuckled. “Well, technically, I do live here alone. But I’m never actually alone. I have men stationed around the house whenever you aren’t here. A security, of sorts.”

“Because your life is dangerous.” This one wasn’t a question.

Levi let the silence hang. He couldn’t disagree. This would be it, the moment Eren decided what he wanted to do. He could decide it was too much, that Levi’s life was too much. It would break something fundamental in Levi’s soul, but he would let Eren go.

What he hadn’t expected Eren to do was to roll onto his side and curl against Levi’s chest. Eren fisted Levi’s shirt in his hand, burying his face in the material. Levi wrapped an arm around Eren, holding him as close as possible without crushing him.

For a while they just laid there, not speaking. There wasn’t anything Levi could say to convince Eren to stay. His life was what it was. But Eren’s life was just beginning, a sea of possibilities before him. He had already said he didn’t want to go to college, but that didn’t mean that his next and only option should be shackling himself to Levi and his complicated life.

Levi leaned his head down, nuzzling into the space between Eren’s neck and shoulder. He took a deep inhale, breathing in the scent he had already become attached to. He could do this. He could let Eren go. If he had to.

Levi had never felt such a bone deep attachment to someone since his mother passed. People were expendable, not to be trusted. It was best to use them and discard them before they could do the same to you. So why was the thought of never seeing Eren again like a knife to his heart? It made him sick. To never hear his laugh or see his smile again.

He took another deep inhale, filling his lungs. He held Eren a little tighter, listening to the sound of his heartbeat in the quiet night. It was a steady rhythm, enough to soothe Levi’s tired soul.

Eren pulled his head back, forcing Levi to leave his own hiding spot. Eren looked up at him, his green eyes searching Levi’s face in the dark. With his hand still gripping Levi’s shirt, Eren pulled him down. Their lips met, and it was the only answer Levi needed.

Two months later, Eren moved into Levi’s house. Six months later found them engaged after a trip to Paris where Levi had proposed. In a year’s time, they were married. There had been some uproar, mostly from Eren’s dad and Erwin. Yes, it was happening rather fast, but the couple in question felt like they had wasted enough time.

It only took seeing them together once to understand that their relationship wasn’t fleeting. It was months before Erwin stopped teasing Levi over how soft he was with Eren. Levi usually looked at people like he was sizing them up, determining how easy it would be to peel the skin from their bodies. But then Eren would enter the room and Levi’s eyes would light up, his face morphing into something resembling a smile. Erwin was fascinated.

Eren’s dad had taken longer to come around to the idea. Levi had understood. There was an age difference, yes, but there was also the issue of Levi’s name. Unlike Eren, Grisha knew of the Ackerman clan. He knew that the façade of being a strictly professional construction company was fake. But at some point, in the five years they had been together, Grisha had accepted the couple.

No harm had ever come to Eren, and Levi had all but retired. Most of his time was spent with Eren now in the home they had never moved out of. Levi was happy, for the first time in so long that he didn’t know how many years it had been. He had expected to feel antsy when he pulled back from work, anxious. But he was surprised to find that he only felt content.

“Did you paint anything new today?” Levi questioned as he carried Eren to their bedroom, pulling himself from his walk down memory lane.

Eren seemed like he was falling back to sleep in Levi’s arms. Eren blinked up at him, struggling to comprehend the question. Levi couldn’t help but smile at the sleepy display.

“Mmm, no I’m still trying to finish the one of Mika and Armin,” Eren mumbled.

Levi chuckled. “The one of them dressed up like a couple of idiots?”

“They don’t look like idiots,” Eren giggled. “They look like pirates.”

“Same difference,” Levi shrugged. “They are your bodyguards, my love, not your art models. You should stop making them pose for you.”

“But they offer, Lee!” Eren pouted. “Besides I’ve been so bored this past week without you.”

Ahh, so Eren was going to milk this pity party for a while longer. Fair enough. Levi was prepared to make it up to Eren, whatever it took. One thing that had never changed in their relationship, and had, in truth, only gotten worse, was Levi’s uncontrollable need to cater to anything Eren wanted. A fact that Eren had been known to take advantage of more than once.

“I know, baby.” He kissed Eren’s forehead. “I’m here now.”

“Does that mean you’re going to stay the whole night?” Eren pressed, not done pouting yet.

Levi entered their bedroom, finding a few candles lighting the dim space. The state of the rumpled bed sheets was another indicator that Eren had absolutely been asleep not long ago, but Levi made no comment.

He gently laid Eren down on the bed, still wrapped in his blanket. Levi stayed leaned over him for a moment, pushing the brown strands away from Eren’s face. Eren’s hair had grown longer over the years, reaching halfway down his back now.

“Of course I’m staying,” Levi whispered. He brought their lips together and was pleased when Eren immediately melted into it. He felt Eren untangle himself from the blanket to wrap his arms around Levi’s neck.

Levi bit at Eren’s lower lip, earning him a groan as Eren opened. Their tongues met and Levi pressed more of his weight onto Eren. Fuck, the taste of him. Levi had never gotten over it, how sweet Eren tasted.

Levi brought his hands to Eren’s hips and froze. He felt Eren smile against his lips.

Levi pulled back, breaking the kiss as he stared at Eren’s grinning face. Levi dug his fingers into the soft material under his hands. Eren keened at the grip, his smile only growing.

Slowly, Levi raked his eyes down Eren’s body. The blanket he had been wrapped in was open now, exposing Eren’s outfit for Levi’s perusal. Eren owned many frilly, lacy, sheer, slutty, perfect little numbers, but this one was new.

This one was lace and a shade of dark green that Eren always looked beautiful in, a shade that matched his eyes. It was simple, just a one-piece garment of sheer lace with roses embroidered into the material. And, oh, Levi had been wrong. Eren hadn’t been barefoot in the kitchen, it had just been too dark to tell.

Hugging Eren’s long tan legs were a pair of matching green thigh high tights. They were tight enough that they made Eren’s thighs spill out slightly at the top before his skin disappeared under the similar green fabric covering his upper body.

Just as Levi was going to speak, Eren opened his legs. Levi sucked in a sharp inhale as Eren showed him that the bottom of this already sinful outfit was open. Eren’s cunt was wet, glistening in the dimly lit room. Levi hooked his fingers under the material around Eren’s hips, pulling it up to let it gently snap! back against Eren’s skin.

Eren groaned, opening his legs further. Levi sat up, causing Eren’s arms to fall to the bed. He placed them over his head, letting Levi take in the entirety of his body. Levi positioned himself on his knees, sitting up between Eren’s legs. He hadn’t been able to peel his eyes away from Eren’s pussy, perfectly wet and open for him.

He placed Eren’s legs so that they were draped over his own thighs, opening him further for Levi’s eyes. He ran his hands absently up and down Eren’s thighs, squeezing his hips when his hands would return there.

“What’s this, angel?” Levi purred. “Is this for me?”

On his next pass up, Levi slid his hands under Eren, gripping his ass in a rough squeeze. The motion raised Eren’s hips closer to Levi’s face. Eren moaned as Levi blew air over the sensitive wet skin. He placed a kiss at the apex of Eren’s thigh and felt him shake underneath him.

Levi dropped Eren back down to the bed and yanked on his thighs, bringing their hips together. Eren groaned as his cunt became flush with Levi’s clothed cock, hard and dripping in his pants. “I asked you,” Levi started, thrusting his hip forward into Eren just once. “A question.”

“Yes! Yes, it’s for you,” Eren managed. “It’s always for you.”

Levi grinned, and it was nothing short of predatory. “And who am I?” He thrust his hips forward again, savoring the moan Eren let slip. As Eren opened his mouth to answer, Levi gave a harder thrust. Eren stuttered, his eyes closing for a second.

Only in these moments does their dynamic shift. Levi, normally wrapped around Eren’s finger in any other situation, is the one in control now. Eren gives himself over completely to Levi, trusts him to give him what he so desperately needs. And Levi has never disappointed.

Levi bucked his hips forward again, cutting off Eren’s response a second time. He can feel Eren soaking through his pants. “What’s wrong, angel? Can’t you answer me? Don’t you want to be good?” Each question is emphasized with another thrust.

At the mention of being good, Eren seems to find his voice again. “F-fuck, I’m- ha! I-I’m good.”

“Are you, baby? I don’t know.” Levi hooked a finger underneath the fabric again, letting it snap! much harder this time. Eren threw his head back, crying out at the sting. “A good boy would answer the question.”

Levi pulled Eren’s legs up, placing them over his shoulder. He watched Eren open his eyes again, his gaze hazy. He gripped Eren’s hips hard enough to bruise and snapped his own hips forward. Eren’s brows furrow as he moans, but he keeps his eyes open. Keeps them trained on Levi.

“Do you remember the question, baby?”

Eren shook his head, a whine filling the room. “Shh, that’s okay, beauty,” Levi soothes. “I’ll ask you again, but only once more, okay?”

Eren nodded, his hands digging into the sheets above his head.

Levi punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips. “Who” slam “am” slam “I?”

“Daddy!” Eren screams. “Daddy! You’re daddy.”

“There’s my good boy,” Levi cooed, lowering Eren’s legs back to the bed. He leaned forward, connecting their lips in a heated kiss. Eren instantly wrapped his arms around Levi, pressing them close together.

Levi got ahold of Eren’s tongue, sucking on it to hear the sound Eren made. Eren arched off the bed, losing himself to Levi. Levi’s cock strained in his pants, begging to be buried in Eren’s wet heat.

He pulled back, nipping along Eren’s jaw as Eren turned his head to give him better access. With Levi’s shirt still discarded on the kitchen floor, the only thing keeping him from Eren was his pants. He needed them off now. Levi sucked a mark behind Eren’s ear before pulling back. Eren whined, trying to pull Levi back with his shaky limbs.

Levi chuckled at the neediness in Eren’s eyes. He gently pulled Eren’s arms from around his neck, kissing his knuckles. “It’s okay, baby, look.” Levi tugged one of Eren’s hands, bringing it to the front of his pants. “Feel the mess you made?”

Eren gripped Levi’s cock through the wet material, groaning. Levi hissed through his teeth; he was bordering on so hard it was almost painful. “Please,” Eren whimpered. “I need it, daddy, please.”

“Go on then, angel. Take what you need.”

Eren wasted no time undoing Levi’s pants and finally freeing his aching length. Levi tilted his head back at the relief, letting out a sigh. Eren wrapped his hands around Levi’s cock and pumped. It felt like fucking bliss.

Eren watched as Levi closed his eyes, letting Eren work him. He was practically dripping precum, giving Eren a perfect glide. It took everything Levi had not to buck his hips forward, to not fuck into Eren’s hands. He let Eren work him the way Eren wanted to, let him go at the pace he preferred. For now.

Levi gripped Eren’s thighs, digging into the soft skin. He bit his lower lip to keep the sounds in. They hadn’t been able to properly touch each other in a week and Levi was feeling sensitive.

Eren’s grip was teasing, not applying enough pressure for Levi to cum quickly. He watched as Levi’s stomach flexed, trying to hold himself in place and let Eren play. Eren loved watching Levi lose himself. Only he got to see these expressions, to hear these sounds. The soft gasps that Levi emits as Eren teases him, and the feral moans as he pounds into him hard.

Eren angled his hips up, brushing the tip of Levi’s cock over his clit. Levi’s eyes immediately flew open as Eren groaned, their gazes locking.

His patience run out; Levi pinned Eren’s wrists beside his head on the bed. This angle had him pressing his weight down on Eren, their hips flush. His cock laid perfectly nestled against Eren’s cunt, the wetness sending a wave of heat through him.

Eren’s eyes were wide, his cheeks pink. He gave an experimental pull on his wrists, but Levi didn’t budge. He got out half a moan before Levi was crashing their lips together.

As their tongues met, Levi rolled his hips down. Eren’s legs were instantly around his hips, trapping Levi in his own way. Levi set a slow pace of grinding against Eren’s clit, causing little mewling sounds to be kissed into Levi’s mouth.

Running out of air, Eren broke the kiss and turned his head to the side to pant. Eren was trembling, right on the edge. Levi sucked marks along Eren’s neck, his shoulder, a trail of red marks everywhere he could reach.

“My pretty baby so wet for daddy,” Levi purred as he kissed Eren’s ear. “Know you’re close, princess. Want you to cum.”

Eren shuddered underneath him, bucking his hips up now. Trying to meet Levi’s movements with his own. He was close, so fucking close. He just needed a little more.

But, of course, Levi knew that, too.

Levi released one of Eren’s wrists, bringing Eren’s hand to his cock. He laid Eren’s hand flat, trapping his cock in place against his soaked cunt. Eren pressed his hand down as Levi thrust forward, and it was exactly what he needed.

Eren threw his head back, a delicious moan filling the room and going straight to Levi’s cock. “Daddy!”

Suddenly Levi picked up the pace, snapping his hips forward with quick jerks. “That’s it, baby. Daddy gives you what you need, doesn’t he?”

Eren, being the cutest thing in the world, tried desperately to nod as his body was jostled by Levi’s movements. Levi couldn’t help but smile as he pounded forward once more, harder this time, causing Eren to shut his eyes and scream as his orgasm crashed through him.

Levi slowed down, only gently grinding against Eren as he shook. When Eren opened his eyes again, they were unfocused. He looked at Levi, but it was like he only distantly saw him.

Levi released Eren’s other wrist, bringing both wrists up to kiss the slightly red skin. Eren gave a content sigh as Levi brought their lips together in a soft kiss. He pulled back, kissing Eren’s flushed cheeks. “Do you feel better, angel?”

Eren hummed, running his fingers through Levi’s hair. “Not yet, daddy.”

Levi chuckled, receiving the answer he had been expecting.

Levi lifted his weight off Eren, placing kisses along Eren’s collarbones. He made his way to Eren’s nipples, visible through his outfit. He grazed his fingers over the sensitive skin, enjoying Eren’s shiver.

He lowered, running his tongue over the hard peak. Eren arched, his hand still in Levi’s hair slightly tightening in the black strands.

Levi latched onto the lace, capturing Eren’s nipple and sucking. He brought his free hand to Eren’s other nipple, gently pinching just to hear Eren whine. Only when Eren was panting and pushing on Levi’s shoulder did he move on.

Levi’s cock was so hard he thought he might go mad, but it had been a week since he had tasted Eren, and he was needy for it.

Levi laid down between Eren’s legs, kissing along Eren’s thighs at a pace he knew drove his husband insane. Eren’s body was tingling, so sensitive from his orgasm. Every touch from Levi has him arching, pitiful whimpers falling from his wet lips.

As Levi slowly made his way up Eren’s legs, he gave little bites as he went. Mixing the sweet kisses with a small pain that Eren loved. Any marks Levi could leave would be treasured. Eren would track their healing over the days and pout on the day they were finally gone, asking Levi for new ones.

Eren gave a weak buck of his hips as Levi got closer to his cunt, needing his mouth on him just as much as Levi needed it. Levi wrapped his arms under Eren’s thighs, tugging him close and pinning his hips down. Eren groaned at being positioned like a doll, moved to Levi’s liking.

Levi, face to face with Eren’s cunt, started placing kisses here now. He avoided Eren’s clit on purpose, kissing everywhere else on the sensitive surface. Eren was begging, but Levi ignored him. He loved when his Eren was so desperate he trembled.

The spot between Eren’s pussy and his thighs was especially sensitive. Levi sucked a mark there as Eren tried to buck his hips again, but he found them locked to the bed under Levi’s grip. It only caused his toes to curl.

“D-daddy, hah, please daddy please please plea- AH!”

Eren had been tortured enough, and Levi’s own patience was fraying. He cut off Eren’s begging by licking a long stripe up his pussy, savoring the wetness on his tongue. Eren sighed, content, as Levi finally, blessedly, devoured him.

Levi groaned at the taste, the vibration going right to Eren’s core. Eren had his hands fisted in the sheets, willing his body to relax, but he was still oversensitive from his orgasm. Every touch was like fireworks, every lick making his eyes roll back in his head.

Levi teased Eren open with his tongue, only occasionally licking over his clit with the lightest of passes. He alternated between fucking his tongue into Eren and kissing the wet skin around Eren’s clit. Levi didn’t even realize he had started slowly rutting his hips against the bed, drunk on the taste of his perfect, pretty Eren.

He unhooked one of his arms from under Eren’s thigh, freeing his hand. As he removed his tongue from Eren’s hole, he quickly shoved a finger in. Eren cried out, throwing his head back as his knuckles went white in the sheets.

“Does that feel good, princess?” Levi asked as he continued to pump his finger in quick bursts.

Eren would have answered, he really would have, but then Levi latched onto his clit, and he was too busy seeing stars to comprehend words.

As Levi fucked his finger into Eren, he wrapped his lips around his clit and sucked so gently Eren thought he might lose his mind. The difference in the severity of his finger and the gentleness of his mouth was enough to have Eren forgetting the question all together.

Which was against the rules.

Faster than Eren could register, all points of contact from Levi were gone. Levi sat up, one hand on his cock, the other covering Eren’s pussy. Eren blinked at him through watery eyes, not understanding his error yet.

Levi languidly pumped his cock, drawing Eren’s gaze down to the show. As Eren’s eyes found Levi’s cock, his other hand gave a light smack to Eren’s cunt. Eren cried out, his eyes returning to Levi’s. Eren’s expression was confused, until he saw Levi’s dark eyes.

“What did you do wrong, baby?” Levi asked, his hand still working his cock. It wasn’t meant to get him to cum, it was meant to torment Eren. Eren loved watching Levi get himself off, it was something he requested often. Often enough that it was hard for Eren to pull his gaze from the sight and focus on Levi’s words.

Eren’s eyes were already trailing back down when he received another slap to his aching pussy. His eyes flew back up to Levi’s, his brain scrambling for words or Levi was going to stop this whole thing.

“I…” Eren started, his throat constricting. He swallowed and tried again. “I didn’t answer you daddy.” He gave his best bashful look, his most innocent eyes.

Levi leaned forward, nudging his cock at Eren’s clit, watching as his mask of innocence cracked and he moaned. “That’s right, baby boy. That’s not very nice, is it? To ignore daddy when he’s making you feel so good?” He nudged Eren again, enjoying the broken whimper.

“N-no daddy it’s not nice,” Eren breathed.

Levi hummed, sliding his tip between Eren’s wet folds, teasing his entrance. He kept his gaze on the motion, avoiding Eren’s puppy dog eyes. “Can you still be my good boy?” He asked the question like he was bored, like Eren’s answer didn’t matter.

They both knew different.

“Yes,” Eren whispered. Eren took hold of Levi’s free hand, bringing his tattooed fingers to his mouth. They made eye contact again as Eren stuck his tongue out and pulled two of the fingers in. “I’m good,” he mumbled around the fingers.

Levi sucked in a sharp inhale as his grip on his cock tightened. He lined up and slammed inside Eren in one brutal thrust. Eren screamed, the sound muffled by Levi’s fingers.

Levi shoved his fingers deeper as he thrust once, twice, before pulling both his fingers and his cock from Eren’s body. Eren gasped at the lack of contact, his brow furrowed.

Levi straightened his spine, knees on the bed, as he gripped the base of his cock, now wet from Eren’s cunt. “Be a good boy and clean daddy off, baby. You got me all wet, didn’t you?”

Eren whimpered, nodding as he scrambled to get his long legs to cooperate. He maneuvered himself on all fours before Levi, raising his ass higher as he lowered his upper body.

Levi couldn’t resist. He leaned forward and connected his palm with Eren’s ass in a loud slap. Eren’s breath hitched as he arched further. Levi gave him one more good smack for his troubles and straightened again.

Eren peered up at Levi, his lashes slightly damp. Levi pressed his cock to Eren’s lips, slowly smearing the precum. And because Eren was a perfect angel, he stuck his tongue out and lapped at the tip.

Eren brushed his lips over Levi’s cock, pressing small kisses in between licks. The feel of his tongue and breath on Levi’s sensitive tip was enough to drive him crazy.

“Open up, princess,” Levi murmured, his voice sounding far away to his own ears.

Eren immediately opened his mouth, so Levi slide in. Eren’s mouth enveloped him and wasted no time in pulling little sounds from Levi. Eren moaned as Levi hit the back of his throat, the vibration making Levi clench his jaw.

Eren closed his eyes and seemed to get lost to his task. He bobbed his head, sliding his tongue along the underside of Levi’s length in a way that had Levi gripping Eren’s long hair in his hand.

His hand applied no pressure, offered no guidance. It was just meant to hold Eren exactly where he belonged, choking on Levi’s cock.

Levi’s grip tightened to a point he knew was painful and watched Eren arch as a muffled moan was felt on his length. Levi brought his other hand to Eren’s back, running it down his spine until he could get a handful of Eren’s ass. He kept both grips hard, rough, as Eren preened under him.

“Fuck, baby, such a good boy. Look at you taking such good care of me.”

Eren’s mouth felt like heaven and Levi wanted nothing more than to stuff it full with his release. From his position, half bent over Eren, he could only rock his hips just slightly.

Eren stilled his own movements and let Levi gently fuck into his mouth. This was his favorite part, being used like some kind of fucking doll for Levi. It made his skin feel hot to let Levi take what he wanted from him. Eren let his throat go lax, his lips tightening despite already feeling numb. He pressed his tongue up and felt his pussy clench as Levi fucked against it.

Levi was cursing under his breath, whispering praises that Eren couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears. His thrusts were shallow, but they were picking up speed. Eren was drooling now, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Levi released his grip on Eren’s ass, giving a smack before straightening. He pulled his cock out until only the tip rested on Eren’s tongue. Their eyes locked, Eren’s vision blurry from the tears falling down his cheeks, and Levi pushed back in.

Eren groaned as his throat was roughly fucked, Levi’s grip on his hair still firm and deliciously painful. Levi heard the sound of Eren’s fingernails digging into the sheets as he clung onto them.

Just as Eren thought his throat wasn’t going to be able to take much more, Levi was spilling his cum down it. Eren swallowed it happily as Levi held him there, his cock still twitching from the release.

As Levi came down from his high, he loosened his grip in Eren’s hair, letting him pull back. Eren lifted his upper body, palms still on the bed. His face was a mess, red and covered in tears and drool. Levi cupped his warm cheeks, brushing the tears away.

He gave a gentle tug and Eren straightened so their lips could connect. Eren’s lips were swollen so the kisses were soft. Levi licked across Eren’s lips, tasting himself.

“My pretty, perfect baby. Such a good boy for me. Love you so much.” Levi praised.

Eren hummed, a content sigh falling from his red lips. “Love you, daddy,” he whispered, his voice wrecked.

“Mmm, I know, angel. Lay down for me.”

Eren nodded, slowly laying back down on the bed. Levi finally removed his pants and returned to his previous spot laying between Eren’s legs. He hooked Eren’s legs around his head and dove back in like he had never left.

Eren cried out as Levi focused all his attention on his clit. When he wasn’t sucking on it roughly, he was smothering it with his lips, kissing the sensitive area and making Eren’s legs shake.

“Fuck, daddy!” Eren screamed, fisting his hands in his own hair.

Levi was switching from brutal to sweet too often for Eren’s body to keep up. His tongue licked at him like he was the most delicious treat, like he was starving.

Eren’s hips gently rocked, an involuntary reaction to the onslaught of pleasure. Levi groaned against his clit, sending a wave of heat through Eren. He clawed at his hair, at the sheets, at the pillows. He was crawling out of his skin, feeling like he was on fire.

The coil in Eren’s core tightened, threatening to snap. Levi was lapping at his clit, kissing it after each lick. It was like he was making out with it; Eren groaned as a fresh wave of heat spread through him.

Eren’s toes curled, and he knew he was close. Levi knew it too, because suddenly he was sucking hard. Levi moaned around his clit, and it was Eren’s undoing.

“Levi!” Eren shrieked as he came, his back bowing off the bed. Levi gave two more licks before Eren was whining from the overstimulation. He pulled back, placing one final kiss before untangling Eren’s legs from his shoulders.

He sat up, licking his lips and taking in the perfect sight Eren presented him with. His angel was panting, eyes closed, cheeks and lips red, fresh tear tracks visible again. His legs were like jelly from his orgasm, sitting wide open and displaying his soaking cunt to Levi’s hungry gaze.

Levi slipped his thumb inside, his cock already hard again and eager. Eren gave a weak mewl at the intrusion but made no move to stop Levi because that’s not what good boys did. Levi smiled, gently pumping his thumb until Eren opened his eyes.

“There’s my baby boy,” Levi cooed as their eyes met.

Eren gave the sleepiest smile; and Levi’s grin grew. Levi leaned down and wrapped his arms under Eren, lifting his tired body up and sitting him on Levi’s lap. Eren went easily, his arms wrapping around Levi’s neck as their chests were pressed together. Eren started placing lazy kisses along Levi’s tattooed side, always that side. His obsession with Levi’s ink had never faded, maybe it had only gotten worse.

With Eren slightly distracted, Levi gripped his hips and lifted him. He hovered Eren over his cock before slowly lowering him down, sinking inch by inch into Eren’s wet heat. Eren fingers twitched against Levi’s shoulders as he gasped.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned. “Missed this pussy so bad, baby. Daddy missed you.”

Eren’s face was buried in the crook of Levi’s neck as he clung to him in the new position. He carefully removed himself from his hiding place to connect their lips, but not before whispering, “Missed you so much.”

For a moment they stayed still, Levi filling Eren perfectly as their lips moved. The kiss was sweet, unhurried. They were both exactly where they wanted to be. Levi would do everything he could to make sure they never had to be apart again.

Eren gave a tentative roll of his hips, causing them both to groan into the next kiss. He placed his hands on Levi’s shoulder for leverage as he lifted himself a little higher before sinking back down so slowly it should’ve been a sin.

Levi gripped Eren’s hips, helping him lift himself. The next time he lowered himself it was fast, slamming their hips back together. Eren broke the kiss to throw his head back as a feral moan was ripped from him.

Working together, both of them lifting Eren now, they set a steady pace of slowly raising him only to slam him back down. Eren’s nails dug into Levi on each brutal slap of skin, his mouth hanging open as he let out the most beautiful whines.

Levi watched every flicker of emotion that crossed Eren’s face as he rode Levi’s cock. His brows would sometimes furrow as he bit down harshly on his bottom lip to keep the sounds in. But he had never been able to keep the noises in. His expression would shift to one of surprise as Levi hit the deepest spots inside him, before switching to a look of utter bliss when Levi hit it again and again.

This was Levi’s favorite part; it always had been. Studying Eren like a piece of art as he pounded into his pretty cunt. Watching all the ways he could make him melt. Learning all the angles Eren loved to be fucked, how hard, how gentle, until he was nothing but a puddle for Levi. Pliable and perfect and good.

Eren’s legs were shaking now, needing more and more help from Levi to lift himself. He opened his eyes and stared into Levi’s own, pleading. Levi smiled, Eren needed to use his words and they both knew it. Eren tried to lift himself again, but this time Levi offered no help. His hands rested on Eren’s hip now, no longer gripping to help move his weight.

Eren barely moved at all before stilling, a look of frustration so clear it was followed by tears. Eren had always been such a crybaby. Levi fucking loved it.

“Aww, why are you crying, baby?” Levi asked, still smiling, bringing a hand to cup Eren’s cheek. Eren leaned into the hand, giving a truly pitiful sniffle.

“Need help,” Eren murmured. His forest green eyes pinned Levi with his neediest look, the one Levi had always been especially weak to.

Levi hummed, running his thumb over Eren’s bottom lip. He pressed, and Eren instantly opened for him. He swirled his tongue over Levi’s thumb in a lazy circle, his eyes still pleading.

“Ask daddy nicely and he might give you what you need,” Levi purred. He removed his thumb, running the wet digit over Eren’s lips, leaving them glossy with his own spit.

With Eren’s mouth free, he spoke, quiet and subdued. “Need daddy to fuck me. Need daddy to pound my tight pussy.” He leaned forward and captured Levi’s ear in his teeth before kissing the warm skin. “Need daddy’s big cock,” he whispered.

“Good boy,” Levi growled before lifting Eren off his cock and flipping him. Eren gasped as he was positioned how Levi wanted him. Levi laid Eren face down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, slotting himself between them, and slamming back inside.

Eren screamed into the pillow as Levi set a brutal pace. He slammed into Eren as hard as he could, fucking him up the bed if it weren’t for the bruising grip he had on his hips. The angle left Eren’s hips slightly off the bed, letting Levi’s cock slam into his most sensitive parts with ease.

“Fuck, fuck, daddy d-daddy daddy,” Eren chanted as he was fucked so hard he knew he would be sore in the morning. The thought had him groaning.

Eren clenched around Levi perfectly, his soaking pussy taking him like he was made for him. And, fuck it, he was. He was only for Levi to take like this, to bring to tears on his cock. He would kill anyone who ever dared to think about the dripping perfection between Eren’s legs.

He picked up his pace, the slapping of skin and heavy panting filling the room. Eren was crying again, his moans sounding like half sobs as Levi pounded into him.

“That’s it, baby. Good boy. Good fucking boy. Cry for daddy.”

Eren choked on a sob as his hole twitched. He could barely speak now. Words failing him as the only thing he could register is being fucked so roughly, so perfectly. Levi always knew just what Eren needed, knew just where to press for him to quiver and cum on the spot.

He’s intentionally drawing it out. Building Eren’s pleasure until he can’t hear, can’t see, can only take Levi’s cock and ask for more.

Then Levi is slowing his hips, lazily fucking into Eren like he has all the time in the world. He brought his hands to Eren’s ass and kneads the skin there. Giving a squeeze each time he thrusts in.

“Fuck, baby. My pretty princess. Just want to stay in your tight little cunt all fucking night. Would you like that? You want to take daddy’s cock all night? Hmm?” He gave a light slap to Eren’s cheek before returning to his kneading.

Eren was breathless as he turned his head to the side, previously burying it in the pillow to silence his screams. “Please daddy,” he whined. His voice sounding broken, tired, needy.

“So polite, baby boy. Good boy.”

Eren whimpered as fresh tears fell, and Levi never stopped his slow thrusting. Levi pulled the lacey fabric to the side, revealing his second favorite hole to fuck. He stilled his hips so he could spread Eren’s cheeks and lean forward to spit on the hole. He watched as Eren’s hole twitched, and a moan is ripped from his throat.

He sat back up and continued his lazy thrusting, bringing a thumb to Eren’s ass and smearing his spit over the hole. He watched it clench at his touch and couldn’t help himself from sinking his thumb in. Eren gripped the sheets as his back arched, trying to take more of Levi’s thumb and his cock but being stuck exactly how he was. He can only take.

Levi matched his pace with both holes, fucking into each with the same rhythm. But it isn't enough. He felt the need to fill all of Eren. He sank all the way in and reached up, shoving three fingers in Eren’s mouth.

Eren’s scream is muted by Levi’s fingers as he cums so hard his whole body shakes. Levi felt all his holes clench around him and had to grit his teeth to keep from falling over the edge himself.

Eren coughed and Levi removed his fingers, from both holes. He brought his hands back to Eren’s hips and gave him no time to recover before he slammed in hard. There is no air left in Eren’s lungs to scream, so he just takes it, just how Levi likes it.

Levi raised Eren’s hips just a little higher as his pace increased. He isn’t going to last much longer. Especially with Eren underneath him, covered in tears and whimpering from the overstimulation.

“Daddy, please, fuck! Fuck me, daddy,” Eren begs.

“Shh,” Levi soothed. “It’s okay, baby, daddy has you. Gonna fill you up like you want.”

He pressed Eren’s hip down flat and put his palms on the bed. He gripped the sheets and continued his brutal pace. Eren, perfect Eren, was almost at his limit. But he’ll take it, like the good boy he is. Levi brought his hand down on Eren’s ass in a hard slap that had Eren choking on another wet moan.

He slammed into Eren once, twice, three times before he’s filling him. The sound Eren made was one of relief as his pussy throbbed. Levi stilled his hips as he came inside Eren, his forehead resting between Eren’s shoulder blades.

They stay there for a minute, panting and sated. When Levi felt like he had control over his limbs again, he placed a kiss to Eren’s spine and pulled out. Eren made a sound of protest that was barely heard with how tired he sounded. Levi kissed his way down Eren’s spine, stopping to place a few on his now red ass; an apology.

He laid down next to Eren, pulling him close and letting Eren nuzzle into his chest. Eren sighed, content, as he melted into Levi’s hold. Levi ran his fingers through Eren’s hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp. Eren might as well be purring with how much he’s humming; and Levi can’t help but smile.

“Feel better, baby?” He asked again.

Eren nuzzled closer, if that was even possible. “Mmm, yeah better now,” he mumbled.

Levi chuckled, continuing to comb Eren’s hair. Suddenly Eren pulled his head back, giving Levi what could have been a glare.

Levi was unphased, still playing with Eren’s hair. “And just what is that look for?” He asked.

“No more late nights,” Eren pouted, his scowl remaining.

Levi resisted the urge to grin. “No more late nights,” he echoed.

“No more working,” Eren continued.

Levi nodded. “No more working,” he repeated. He looked at Eren, keeping his gaze soft. He waited, watching as Eren’s severe expression smoothed out.

Eren leaned forward, almost connecting their lips but stopping just close enough for them to lightly brush.

“You promise?” Eren asked.

Levi let their eyes connect, let Eren’s forest seek out his steel. He barely tilted his head, taking Eren’s bottom lip between his teeth and giving a barely there bite before letting go. On his next pass of his fingers through Eren’s hair, he gripped a chunk and slowly tilted Eren’s head back.

“I promise,” Levi whispered as he connected their lips.

And he meant it.