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Over the next few weeks, Eren got to know Captain Levi in ways he had never imagined. They still followed their usual routine, having tea together in the evenings and Eren helping in Levi’s office, but there had been a distinct change in the mood. They were more relaxed, less tense.

Levi came down to his cell once or twice a week. Often to have sex, but sometimes he still liked to just watch Eren sleep or masturbate over him. They’d found out rather quickly that Levi couldn’t quite get his cock in Eren’s mouth without waking him up. It was a shame, but perhaps for the best. The last thing Eren wanted to do was accidentally hurt him – but he was flattered that Levi had even tried.

When they did have sex, Eren always woke up halfway through, and he always acted like he hadn’t. Levi preferred it like that. He always stayed for a while afterwards; to help clean up, to make sure Eren was feeling safe and satisfied, to sit on the bed with him in the dark and share a few gentle kisses.

It wasn’t your typical relationship, but they weren’t exactly typical people.

Keepings their activities private was easy enough. Everyone trusted Levi, never questioned what he was doing or where he was going. They were good at acting professional when together in public. Being in the military had taught them that lesson long ago. Sure, they probably looked at each other more often that they should, but no one seemed to think anything of it.

There had been only one close call so far. Eren had been awake, pretending that he wasn’t while Levi watched him and stroked his face, trying to decide what he would do to him, when someone had come down into the dungeon to search for something. Eren would never forget the sight of Levi dropping to the floor and rolling underneath his bed. He understood, though. Of course, he did. It would be bad enough if word got out that they were engaged in an inappropriate relationship, but if someone were to find Levi lurking in Eren’s cell and touching him while he slept? He could only imagine what people might think.

The disruption had spooked Levi a bit. He didn’t pay Eren a visit for well over a week, but sure enough, it was only a matter of time until they were back to their usual night-time activities.

Aside from enjoying the sex and intimacy, Eren felt a different kind of excitement when he and Levi were together. It didn’t surprise him. He’d always harboured romantic feelings towards Levi in one capacity or another. The lines were blurry and melded together; his physical attraction, his deep respect and admiration, and the general enjoyment he felt whenever they were in each other’s company. He liked to think that the feeling was mutual. There must be a reason that Levi had become so fixated on him specifically, a reason that Eren had become the sole focus of his sexual desires.

Hell, even just the way Levi liked to kiss and hold him afterwards was proof that they shared something more. But even so, Eren was yet to find a way to cross the metaphorical bridge between fantasy and real life. Levi shied away if he tried to initiate anything beyond their usual kissing session while they were both awake.

Eren wasn’t a psychologist. He wouldn’t pretend to be, but he couldn’t help the musings that passed through his mind regarding Levi’s behaviour. At first, he’d thought that Levi might just like the aspect of control, but his opinion on that had changed. Now he believed that Levi’s unusual interests stemmed from a place of social anxiety and insecurity. Maybe he was attracted to sleeping people because there was no risk of judgement or rejection. Maybe he didn’t think himself capable of navigating the awkward mess that was flirtation, of making himself vulnerable, and so he would rather skip straight to the good part without having to open himself up to the threat of social interaction.

Eren wouldn’t push it. As much as he wanted to smash through the wall that had been erected in Levi’s mind, he would, of course, prefer to knock politely at the door and be invited inside.

Eren raised his cup to his lips, blowing away a billow of steam before sipping on his tea.

“What do you think?” Levi was sitting across the table from him, a single lantern positioned between them. It was dark, quiet, the night having long settled and with it bringing a spell of crisp air.

Eren hummed while rolling the bitter liquid on his tongue. “It’s good. I would prefer some sugar in it though.”

Levi let out a small scoff. “Maybe when your titan starts shitting gold.”

“I’m working on it,” Eren chuckled. He drank some more of his tea, the taste becoming more enjoyable as he got used to the bitterness.

“This was a gift from a civilian. Someone told them I like it, apparently.”

“That must’ve been nice.” Eren put his cup down, then leaned forward to rest chin on his palm. “People appreciate you, Captain.”

“It’s misplaced,” Levi said. He sipped on his own tea, holding his cup the way he liked, then proceeded to down the entire cupful. “I don’t do anything special. Kill things… sign papers about killing things.”

“Well, they don’t know that. I would’ve loved to send you a gift when I was a kid.”

“Really?” Levi sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What would you have sent me?”

“A lock of my hair.” A grin cracked across Eren’s face as soon as Levi’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m joking. Probably something dumb, like a cake or something.”

“I would’ve fed it to Hange.”

“That’s okay, not everyone likes it.” Eren sighed as he sat his cup down on the table. “Shit, it’s late. I better head off.”

“You should,” Levi said. His expression was thoughtful, staring at Eren’s face in the glow of the lamp. “I’ll clean-up here, and then… I’ll come see you.”

Eren’s eyes widened as a heat creeped up his neck. He was more than willing, as excited by the idea as he always was, but this was different than usual. Levi never told him which nights he would be coming down into the dungeon. It was always a surprise, even if Eren could often guess.

Levi licked his lips, the delay on Eren’s side clearly making him a bit nervous. “Are you not tired?”

“I am,” Eren was quick to reply. His brain had taken a moment to catch up, but now he was sure that he had got the message. “I’m really, really tired, so I’m going to go to bed now. I bet I’ll fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. Goodnight, Sir.”

“Goodnight, Eren.”

Eren was already half out of the room and on his way down to his cell. He wasn’t entirely sure what was different about this night or what Levi had in mind, but his head was buzzing with excitement, nonetheless.

Once he was down in his cell, Eren decided not to extinguish the torches before getting ready for bed. He was sure Levi would appreciate being able to see him better. He peeled his jacket off and dumped it in the corner of the room, followed by his shirt, boots, and pants. Anticipation was blaring in his gut, his dick already twitching at the thought of what was soon to come. Nights like these never lost their thrill, and even though he was expectant, the things that Levi planned on doing to him were still very much a mystery.

Eren laid down on his bed. He found a comfortable position on his back, face up for Levi to stare at all he wanted, then closed his eyes. There was no way he would be able to fall asleep in time, but they both knew that. Fortunately, that had both become quite good at getting lost in the fantasy.

Eren waited a while. Five minutes, ten, until he heard the familiar groan of the dungeon door. Boots walked down the staircase, so quiet that it nearly went unnoticed. His dick was half-hard by the time his cell door creaked open. Eren was tempted to open his eyes, to take just a quick peek, but he resisted.

For Levi, he would sleep through anything.

“Eren,” Levi whispered, but it wasn’t something that begged a response. He was simply getting in the mood; trying to convince himself that the man lying in front of him was indeed asleep. “You look beautiful like that.”

Eren swallowed as gently as he could. He hoped that one day, Levi would be able to look him in the eyes as he said such things.

Levi’s fingertips brushed over his face, a delicate touch that swept across his cheek and down along his jaw. The lines Levi drew were slow and precise. It tickled, in an arousing way that made his arm hairs stand up and shiver, especially when Levi reached the end of his jaw and traced a small circle below his earlobe.

He always wondered what Levi thought about in moments like this. Whether it was sentimental, appreciative of his features, or purely sexual. Eren would be delighted with either. In fact, he quite liked the idea of Levi standing there, thinking about all the filthy acts he wanted to perform on Eren’s body, making himself hard just by running his hand over Eren’s soft, sleeping face.

Eren had never felt so wanted.

Levi’s fingers drifted back along his cheek. His knuckles came to rest on Eren’s chin, and then the pad of his thumb slowly swept along Eren’s bottom lip. “I always find myself staring at these lips.”

Levi shifted his hand, his middle and index fingers gently prying open Eren’s lips and pushing inside. Eren enjoyed the feel of calloused skin on his tongue, the natural taste of Levi that had a faint soapiness to it. It was hard not to react. Hard not to lick or suck, hard to just stay still as Levi’s fingertips slid over his tongue. Eren was compliant, though. He opened his mouth a bit wider, just enough to stop his teeth from grazing Levi’s knuckles.

“So well behaved… even in your sleep,” Levi whispered. His fingers delved deeper, curving over Eren’s tongue and pressing down on the back of it.  

After a moment, Levi’s fingers slid out of his mouth and left a sheen of saliva on his lips. Eren took it as an opportunity to regulate his breaths. He listened, searched for any sound that might give him an indication of what Levi was doing, and his pulse picked up as soon as he heard the distinct clink of a belt buckle. Then, the pop of a button, shifting fabric, a tense sigh. Gods did Eren want to open his eyes.

Levi let out a low moan, his deep breaths interrupted only by soft slicking sounds. He was stroking his cock, masturbating with the saliva that coated his fingers, and it gave off a faint muskiness that had Eren’s own erection straining in his underwear.

Levi’s boots scuffed against the floor as he moved closer to the bed. He used his spare hand to turn Eren’s head towards him, then took a moment to breathe before touching the tip of his cock to Eren’s lips.

Oh .

Arousal burned hotter in Eren’s gut. It all made sense now. Levi must want to try this again, and after their last failed attempt, he knew that Eren did technically have to awake for it to work. They were lucky that he was a good actor – and now, he had experience.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Levi slid the head of his cock over Eren’s lips, glazing them with a mix of saliva and his own fluids. “You want to get on your knees for me; choke on my cock and suck me off like a good little pet.”

Eren did want that. He wanted Levi to use him, to take pleasure in his body, and his mouth was no exception. His erection twitched at the thought of being dominated in such a way. Silenced, mouth stuffed with cock and throat filled with cum, struggling for breath as he tried to swallow everything his Captain poured into him. He couldn’t wait to taste Levi on his tongue. The temptation was torturous; the hot and slippery skin sliding over his lips, the dribble of fluid from Levi’s slit that begged to be lapped up.

Finally, finally, Levi’s cockhead pushed apart his lips and invited itself inside. Eren opened his mouth, made sure it was wide enough for Levi’s girth and discreetly curled his lips over his teeth. He held back a moan as Levi’s head pushed past his lips and slid over his tongue, treating him to a taste of sweet fluid that had dripped out of it. With the pillow beneath his head, Eren was at just the right height to swallow Levi’s cock. The angle wasn’t the best, but fuck, neither of them cared.

“Shit,” Levi breathed. He forced himself to stop there, with only his swollen head resting in Eren’s mouth. One of his hands brushed through Eren’s hair, fingers gripping at the stands as he rocked his hips ever so faintly. Just enough to make Eren’s wet lips rub against his frenulum. “Look at you, opening up so nicely for me. You must fantasise about this often; your body knows what to do even while unconscious. Or maybe you’re just such a slut for me that having my dick in your mouth feels natural.”

Eren swallowed the excess fluid in his mouth, but he couldn’t do anything to help the saliva that was building up on his lips. His own erection was oozing precum and forming a wet patch on his underwear. He was so hard, dick twitching and aching for the attention he knew he wouldn’t receive. At least, not yet.

“You want more, Eren?” Levi pushed his hips forward, forcing more of his length into Eren’s mouth while tightening his grip on his hair. “I wonder how much you can take. How will you react to my cock sliding down your throat?”

Eren’s toes curled into the sheets while his lips stretched around Levi’s shaft. His mouth was feeling full now, the weight of Levi’s erection putting pressure on his tongue as it slid towards the back of his throat. He dared to move his tongue, just a little bit, to gently massage the heated flesh in his mouth. It tasted so good. Like skin, Levi’s skin, with a headiness of musk and sex that he eagerly swallowed down. It invaded his senses, laced every shallow breath he took, the scent so masculine and undeniably Levi that he couldn’t stop himself from moaning. “Mmn…”

“Ah–” Levi’s breaths were shallow with arousal, and his dick twitched in response to the subtle vibration of Eren’s mouth. “Fuck, it feels good when you do that. You must really be desperate for it… to beg for more despite already having a mouthful of cock.” Levi pushed his hips forward, starting off with slow and shallow thrusts as he held onto Eren’s hair.

Eren relaxed his jaw and took what he was given. He got off on it, the sensation of Levi’s cock sliding between his lips and pushing into his mouth. The movement caused saliva to dribble from the corner of his lips, more liquid forced from his mouth each time Levi thrusted into him. Fuck, it made him so horny. Listening to Levi’s accelerating breaths, his low moans, the taste of precum leaking from Levi’s slit and melting onto his tongue.

Eren risked shifting his hand from the bed to his crotch – Levi would be too focused on his face to even notice. The movement was successful, and so he started palming and stroking his erection through his underwear.

“Mn, yeah… you’re such a good boy, Eren. So nice and relaxed,” Levi panted. To overcome the challenging angle, he lifted one of his knees onto the mattress and leaned over Eren’s head. It was far better, his hips now front-on to Eren’s face and giving him more ease of movement. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth of yours.”

Eren was ready for it. He needed it, needed Levi to be rough and merciless and take whatever he wanted. He would gladly be Captain Levi’s sleeping cock-slut. He didn’t have to save the world to be important. He didn’t have to do anything special or extraordinary. He just had to relax his throat and let Levi have his way with him. The wait was exhilarating, his hand frozen on his erection as he focused on controlling his mouth and gag reflex. He wanted to be the perfect toy for Levi to play with.

Levi groaned as he started moving his hips, practically humping Eren’s face as he thrusted deep into his mouth. It was a faster rhythm, confident, creating a string of wet and explicit sounds as Eren’s lips dribbled around his thick cock.

“M-mnn,” Eren whined and opened his jaw as far as it would go. He struggled not to choke with Levi’s cockhead squelching against the back of his throat, the hot drag of skin making his lips all puffy and red as fluid dripped down his chin. He continued stroking himself through his underwear, the pleasure in his gut heightened by the intense sensation of what Levi was doing to him.

“Fuck–” Levi gave an extra deep thrust, pausing to let his entire length rest in Eren’s mouth before resuming his movements. “I love making a mess of you. I’m going to come down your throat and watch you swallow it.”

Eren gagged on Levi’s cock, but he quickly pulled himself together. He was determined to keep going. It felt just like he’d imagined, to drown in Levi’s essence and have him overwhelm his senses. The taste, the smell, his own vulnerability. The tears in his eyes were ones of joyous relief. It felt so good, so freeing, to be used and abused and taken every which way, all by a man that Eren would gladly entrust with his bloody and beating heart.

“Hn-hngg…” Eren squeezed his dick as his toes curled in on themselves; an orgasm quaking through his body as he came without so much as taking himself out of underwear. It was deep, trembling through his bones and singing in his gut, his cum streaking the inside of his underwear and seeping into the fabric.

Levi panted out one rugged groan after the other, plunging his cock deep into Eren’s mouth with every snap of his hips. His grip on Eren’s hair was almost bruising. “Oh, fuck… I’m coming.”

The warning did little to prepare him. Eren still gagged when Levi bucked into his mouth, a patch of soft public hairs tickling his nose as Levi ejaculated against the back of his throat. The taste of Levi’s cum was just as expected – it was the quantity that took him by surprise. He swallowed as quickly as he could, eager to drink it all down, but still some managed to squelch past his lips and dribble down his chin. “Mhn–”

“Good boy,” Levi said, his fingers releasing Eren’s hair to gently comb through the strands. He slid his cock out of Eren’s mouth, slowly so that he could relish the strings of cum and saliva that stretched between his head and Eren’s swollen lips. “Breathe.”

Eren hadn’t even noticed that he’d been holding his breath as he tried to clear his throat of cum. He inhaled through his nose, then lurched forward when he started to cough on fluid. Being upright made clearing his mouth easier, but it came at the cost of almost smacking his head into Levi’s.

“Eren, you’re fine. Just relax, swallow, and breathe.”

Eren nodded, then coughed up a bit more fluid before doing exactly that. It worked, fortunately, and his airways relaxed as air flowed smoothly into his lungs. “Thanks.”

Levi hummed in acknowledgement. After doing up his pants, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a handkerchief. The white cloth was folded into a neat little square. He gently wiped it over Eren’s lips and chin, dabbing away the mixture of liquids that had dribbled from his mouth. “You did well, Eren. How are you feeling? Did you enjoy that?”

“Yeah–” Eren paused to clear his throat, his voice sounding hoarser than usual. “I’m all right, and yeah, that was fun. I really liked it.”

“Good,” Levi whispered. He rubbed his handkerchief over Eren’s cheek, carefully collecting a small splatter of spit. “I worry about getting carried away. With my actions, or my words.”

Eren let out a relaxed sigh. He enjoyed this part just as much as what came before it. “I’d want you to, Captain. I know the things you say aren’t real.”

Levi hummed. With Eren’s face all cleaned up, he dropped the handkerchief on the nightstand and leaned in to kiss him. He left a handful of soft pecks on Eren’s lips, then followed with a deeper kiss and tender swipes of his tongue.

Eren rested a hand on Levi’s shoulder as he kissed him back. He was glad that Levi still craved some level of intimacy; the gentle meld of their lips akin to the relief of icing a bruise. Levi had gotten more confident with it, too. Perhaps it was that growing confidence that enabled him to do what they’d just done despite knowing that Eren was awake. He fondly wrapped his tongue around Levi’s, savouring every moment until they eventually parted.

Levi sighed as he corrected his posture. He turned his head to look at Eren’s crotch, surprise flicking across his features when instead of a neglected erection, he saw a wet patch of fabric. “Did you–”

“Mm.”

“Oh,” Levi said. He was silent for a moment, then looked back to Eren’s face with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Well, that makes me feel better.”

Eren snorted. It wouldn’t have been a problem either way. He would have gladly taken care of himself – and if Levi hadn’t been comfortable helping out, Eren would’ve been happy just to let him watch.

“Wash up and get some rest.” Levi stood, smoothing his clothes with his hands before heading out towards the cell door. “Tomorrow’s training is going to be shit.”

“Goodnight, Sir.”

Levi closed the cell behind him. He glanced back at Eren through the bars, then grabbed his lantern off the table before making his way up the stairs.

The week dragged on, and between Hange’s crazy experiments and the rigorous team exercises, Eren was exhausted. Levi was busy, too. Every day he had meetings to attend and documents to take care of. It all made Eren cherish the few evenings they spent together even more. When they could have tea together, talk and joke over a dying fire or the low light of a lantern. Hell, just cleaning Levi’s office had turned into the highlight of his day.

That was what Eren was doing this afternoon, with a rag in hand and a cloth over his face. He had spent the afternoon dusting the bookshelves and wiping the window sills, all while listening to the soft scribbles of Levi’s quill against paper. It was a nice sound, those delicate little scratches. Eren didn’t have a clue what he was writing, but he figured it must be important. He tried his best not to disturb him, and it worked. Aside from the few curious glances Levi gave him.  

Captain Levi was awfully quiet today. It wasn’t anything unusual; he didn’t like to chat while he worked. But even so, his demeanour seemed a little off. He was tense, the strokes of his quill slow and thoughtful, as if he had troublesome thoughts on his mind.

If Eren didn’t know any better, he’d say that Levi was nervous.

Why? Eren couldn’t possibly guess, and so he made no effort to. It had been almost a whole week since Levi had last come down to his cell. Maybe he was just feeling sexually frustrated. Whether that was the case or not, he trusted that Levi would inform him if there were any issues worth knowing about. Considering the nature of their relationship, if they didn’t have trust, they would have nothing. So, Eren just went about his business and assured himself that Levi would open-up in his own time.

The spines of the books were hard to clean. Surface dust blew off easily, but the deeper marks were far more pestilent. It seemed like someone had been touching Levi’s books with grubby hands. Most of them knew better, and so he could easily guess who it may have been. Deciding that he would have to come back to it with a damp cloth, he left it alone and moved onto the corner table.

“How’s the cleaning going?”

Eren turned towards the desk and found Levi watching him. “Good, Captain. I was just going to dust off the table so I can polish it later.”

Levi hummed. His eyes flicked down to his papers as he dropped his quill in the inkpot. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

And there it was.

Eren pulled the cloth away from his mouth. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing like that.” Levi stared down at his hand as he rotated the quill in his fingertips. “It’s just an idea I had. I want to hear your thoughts on it.”

Eren wandered closer until he was standing on the opposite side of the desk. He had a feeling that was going to be a private matter. “I’m listening.”

“Firstly, I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done together. This is unrelated to that.” Levi glanced up at him for a second, then looked back to the inkwell and took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about what it would be like if we didn’t have to pretend. Don’t get me wrong, you’re exceptionally good at it and I’m always satisfied. But… it’s still something I’m curious about, even as a once off. I want to know what it’s like.”

Eren furrowed his brows. If they didn’t have to pretend? He had an idea of what Levi was talking about, but he wasn’t entirely sure. As if sensing his confusion, Levi reached into one of the desk drawers and retrieved a small medicine vial. “What’s that?”

Levi sat the vial down on the desk. Through the glass, it was filled with a brownish liquid. “A sleeping aid.”

“Oh,” Eren said. Now he understood. Levi wanted to see what it was like to go an entire round without him waking. It made sense, he supposed. Levi surely knew when Eren was pretending to sleep, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. He wanted to get a taste of the real thing. To live out his fantasy in its entirety. “You want me to take that?”

“I’d like it if you did, but it’s your decision.” Levi put the vial back in the drawer and pushed it shut with his knee. “If you’re not comfortable with it or think it’s too much, that’s fine. As I said, I’m satisfied with what we’ve been doing. I can go without this, so if you don’t want to, I would be okay with that. I wouldn’t try to push it on you. It’s just an option I thought worth mentioning.”

Eren gave a slow nod. He was interested in the idea, and why shouldn’t he be? Levi had started having sex with him numerous times while he was asleep. This didn’t seem like it would be all that different. “What does it do? Like… specifically. What happens if I take it?”

The tension drained from Levi’s shoulders, and a heavy sigh signalled that he was relieved by Eren’s reaction. “Hange made it for me. It’s safe; I use it twice a week and haven’t noticed any side effects. You just take a dose, it makes you tired, and in about half an hour, you’re out like a light. It’s strong, but someone could wake you up if they really tried.”

Eren licked his lips. “So, it would just feel like falling asleep normally?”

“Yes.”

“And… if we do this, what’s going to happen?”

“I’d make sure we’re somewhere comfortable and safe,” Levi said. He clasped his hands on the desk, then looked up at Eren with a markedly open expression. “You would take it, in whichever way you preferred, and you’d go to sleep as usual. I’d have sex with you, maybe more than once. Then you’d wake up in a few hours with no memory of it.”

Eren glanced down at his feet with a thoughtful hum. If the medicine was safe and had no side effects, he couldn’t think of a reason to not try it. He liked the concept of it; of being so utterly vulnerable and defenceless, offering up his body for Levi’s pleasure, and the thrill of falling asleep while knowing what was about to happen. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Levi would take care of him. The only downside was that Eren wouldn’t get to wake up and enjoy the sex himself. But that didn’t matter; the psychological element would be more than enough to get him off once he woke up. He could wake up with Levi’s cum inside him and masturbate to the feeling of it. Levi could watch, could see how turned on Eren was by how he’d totally ravaged his body.

Imagining it sent Eren’s heart racing. He wanted it. He wanted to hand himself over to Levi, completely and inexplicably. With trust, with devotion, with love. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t want to think about it?”

“I mean, I will, but I’m confident my answer will be the same.”

“All right,” Levi said. It was followed by a few seconds of thoughtful silence. “Tomorrow night, then. Come to my private quarters after lights out.”

Eren smiled, his hands twisting excitedly on his dust-rag. “I’ll be there.”

Eren silently made his way down the dark corridor. Only one door, the one at the end of the hall, had a light shining through the crack below it.

Captain Levi’s room.

The other ones were used for food and weapon storage. Supposedly, stowing the rations next to the Captain’s chambers deterred soldiers from stealing. But Eren couldn’t care less about the flour and eggs. All he cared for was the fact that Levi had no neighbours to catch him sneaking around or eavesdrop on their activities. Once he was halfway down the hall, Eren paused to check his reflection in the glass of a window.

He looked tidier than usual. He bathed, cleaned himself inside and out, combed his hair and put on his less faded shirt. It was all he could do under the circumstances, but he knew it would be appreciated.  

Eren took a deep breath and walked the rest of the way down the hall. He tapped his knuckles against the door, anticipation already dancing in his gut by the time it creaked open.

“Eren,” Levi greeted. He was dressed the same as usual, minus his gear and jacket. His cravat was missing from around his neck. “Come in.”

Eren smiled when Levi held the door open for him. He walked inside, eyes flicking around as he inspected the bedroom for the first time. It wasn’t very interesting. There was minimal furniture, only what was required. A medium-sized bed, side tables, drawers and dressers to stow Levi’s belongings, and a small wooden coffee table with two chairs. A couple of lanterns were sitting around, their flames providing ample light in the dead of night.

Eren swallowed when he heard the door close and lock behind him. “Nice room.”

“It serves its purpose,” Levi said. He walked past Eren, running a hand through his hair as he went to fuss over the tea-set he had arranged on the table.

Eren took it as an opportunity to look around a bit more. On the dresser were all the usual items: a comb, hair and skin products, papers, a few books. Laying across the top of the drawers were Levi’s blades and harness, along with a cloth that he must have been using to clean them. The bed was big enough for two. It was quaint, just a standard frame and made up with crisp white sheets. He was sure that Levi had changed them earlier in the evening.

Sitting on the nightstand was a candlelight and a small bottle of oil. Eren was familiar with it, and he already knew what Levi liked to use it for.

“Sit down. Relax.”

Eren turned around to find Levi waiting at the coffee table. He was practically vibrating with excitement, a knowing sense of exhilaration in his stomach, and it put a speed in his step as he walked over to sit down in the opposite chair. He met Levi’s eyes, then gave him a coy smile. “How was your day?”

“Same as usual,” Levi said. “There’s a meeting coming up about the next expedition. I’ve been preparing for that and doing some other work in-between.”

“I’m glad you could find some time for personal affairs.”  

“As am I.” Levi went quiet for a few seconds. Eventually, he looked up and pushed one of the teacups to Eren’s side of the table. “Do you want tea?”

Eren glanced down at the cup. It was filled with black tea, the warm liquid glinting a pretty amber in the glow of the lantern. “Yeah.”

Levi’s hand remained on the cup, his fingers grasping the rim protectively. He stared at Eren with a serious expression. “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” Eren reached out to carefully pry the cup from Levi’s hand. This blend had been prepared especially for him. “I came for tea, so that’s what I’ll have. I’ve been looking forward to it, Sir.”   

“All right, then.” Levi let him take and sat back in his chair. “If it’s what you want.”

“It is,” Eren said. He took the cup and raised it to his lips, keenly aware of the fact that Levi was watching him as he took the first sip. It tasted normal, like tea, but… “Sugar?”

“I managed to purchase some,” Levi said. “For special occasions.”

Eren hummed appreciatively, then took a proper mouthful of his tea. He was grateful, not only for the sweetness, but also how it masked the taste of anything else. He had no trouble swallowing down the entire cup. It was warm on his throat and in his stomach, and then he licked the remains off his lips as he placed the cup down on the table. “Ah… that was good, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Levi continued to observe his face, glancing away only to grab his own cup and take a sip. Obviously, there was no sugar in his.

Time passed, they made conversation, and sure enough, Eren’s eyes were getting heavy.

“Oh, that’s…” Eren blinked slowly, slouching back into his chair as exhaustion sunk into his bones like lead. “That’s something.”

Levi’s index finger tapped against the tabletop. He waited, watched with avid interest, until a fatigued hum prompted him to stand up. He moved around the table and placed his hand on Eren’s shoulder. “Let me help.”

“Mm, yeah… okay,” Eren mumbled. He should really lie down, or else he was a risk of falling straight out of his chair. He managed to push himself up to his feet, and from there, Levi’s arm wrapped around his back and kept him steady as they walked towards the bed.

Levi escorted him around the side of the bed, then helped Eren sit down on the edge of the mattress. “Are you okay?”

Eren nodded. Of course, he knew the question wasn’t regarding his sleepiness. Levi was asking if he felt safe, comfortable and unafraid, and he did. He embraced the heaviness of his limbs and the fog in his mind. Eren let out a weary sigh, hand clinging onto the bottom of Levi’s shirt in front of him. “Yeah… I’m good, just tired.”

Levi hummed, rubbing his hands soothingly over Eren’s shoulders as he stared down at him. “Tell me again what you want.”

“Mmn…” Eren let go of Levi’s clothes and flopped down onto the bed. He shifted around and took a moment to enjoy how comfortable the mattress was. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open. Still, he managed to look up at Levi’s darkened face. Eren arched his back and slid his hands up under his shirt. “I want you to fuck me, Captain.”

Levi’s jaw clenched. He swallowed, then rested his knee on the mattress between Eren’s legs and leaned over him.

It was still dark when Eren’s eyes cracked open. Aside from a lingering drowsiness, he felt perfectly normal.

He blinked into the pillow that was resting against his face. He couldn’t remember anything that happened after he’d laid down on the bed, and so he could assume that he’d fallen asleep shortly after. He was now snuggled up under the blankets – which Levi must have done to make sure he wouldn’t get cold.

Eren’s pulse quickened as he became aware of himself. He was naked beneath the sheets, skin warm and sweaty, and the muscles in his legs were slightly sore. There was a familiar tenderness in his read. He rolled onto his back, and his breath caught in his throat when the movement caused something wet to dribble out of his ass.

Despite already knowing what it was, Eren reached between his legs to investigate. Sure enough, warm fluid had leaked out of him and spread between his cheeks. His hole was puffy and tender, the stretched muscle twitching beneath his fingertips as cum kept dripping out of him. Levi must have fucked him hard… and numerous times, given how much cum was stuffed inside him.  

Eren was already rock hard. He was almost overwhelmed, not knowing what to do with himself other than gently stroke his erection with Levi’s fluids. Fuck. He had so much to think about, and not a clue of where to start. He wished he could’ve seen it. Did Levi fuck him straight away, or did he take his time and tease himself over Eren’s body?

He found it arousing to imagine Levi repositioning him on the bed, relishing the motions of taking his clothes off, and then climbing on top of him like an animal ready to feast. Taking advantage of him, ravaging his body inside and out. It turned him on even more to think of how much Levi would have enjoyed it. The power he must have felt, the control, the freedom to do as he pleased and help himself to Eren’s body. Fuck . He needed to know more. He needed to know exactly how Levi had fucked him, how many times. He was aching for it. Desperate.

Eren lifted his head and searched the room. He spotted Levi sitting at the coffee table, napping with his cheek on his fist and wearing only a pair of underwear. For decency’s sake.

“Levi,” Eren said with some urgency. He hated to wake the man up, but he was in dire need of attention.

Levi flinched as soon as he heard his name. His eyes snapped open, and he immediately stood from his chair and walked up to the bed. “I’m here. How are you feeling?”

“Great.” Eren didn’t miss the breath of relief that left Levi’s lips – but his own arousal was first and foremost in his mind. He pushed the blankets down to his feet, exposing his body and rigid cock, then bent his legs to give Levi an explicit view of his cum-filled ass. “I was just looking at the mess you made.”

Levi sat down on the bed, his eyes narrowing as they drifted down between Eren’s legs. “You seem to like it.”

Eren licked his lips and wrapped his hand around his erection. “Could you tell me what happened? Please, I want to know.”

After a moment of hesitation, Levi swallowed and looked back up at Eren’s face. “I guess that’s fair.”

Eren hummed with approval. He was ready, hard and aching for those perverse details. He couldn’t wait to hear how Levi had used him.

“I watched you for a while after you fell asleep,” Levi said, quietly. He seemed a bit awkward, but the expectant glint in Eren’s eyes spurred him into continuing. “You were out for three or four hours, so… I had plenty of time. I touched you over your clothes.”

“Yeah?” Eren’s breath shook, a storm of excitement whipping around in his gut. “How did it feel? What were you thinking about?”

Levi’s lips twitched. He seemed to realise that Eren wanted him to be more detailed in his retelling. “At first, I was thinking about how you must trust me. That you’d given yourself to me willingly. I touched your face, your hair. I ran my hands all over your body. You didn’t react at all, so I started taking off your clothes.”

“Mmn,” Eren hummed as his hand slowly slid along his length. He could get off just to the sound of Levi’s voice.

“Once you were naked, I moved you into a better position. On your back, just like you are now.” Levi took a tense breath, his eyes drifting down to watch Eren masturbate. “I laid down on top of you…  but I wanted to make it last. I’d gotten hard just by looking at you, by thinking about vulnerable you were and how badly I wanted to fuck you. I kept imagining that last thing you’d said to me.”

Eren couldn’t even remember what he’d said, but if Levi had been thinking about it, it must have been something good. “Did it turn you on, knowing that I’d have no choice but to lie there while you fucked me?”

“Yes.” Levi swallowed as he moved further onto the bed. “I knew you wanted it, though. You wanted me to move you around and use you like a doll.”

“Yeah,” Eren breathed. He circled his thumb over his slit, teasing out a drop of fluid that mixed in with Levi’s cum on his hand. He was horny as hell, but he wouldn’t let himself get carried away. No, he wanted to savour every second of this, just like Levi had done to him. “And then…”

“I liked the way you felt underneath me. Lying still, breathing peacefully. I couldn’t keep my hands off you.” Levi was getting into it himself. The encouragement was making him more comfortable, and of course, so was the sight of Eren pleasuring himself over his words. Levi’s hard cock was straining against his underwear. “I easily pushed your legs apart. It was like they wanted to open for me. I coated my fingers in oil, slotted them between your legs, then took my time to spread it over your hole and coax you open. You made a cute sound when I slid one of my fingers inside you.”

Eren let out a low moan as he went back to running his hand along his shaft. God, this was driving him crazy. “I must’ve liked it.”

“I’m sure you did,” Levi said, his voice now thick with arousal. “I spent a while stretching you out. To make sure I wouldn’t hurt you, but also because I enjoyed feeling around inside you. I pushed another finger in, then watched your face as I slowly fucked you with them. You were tight… and the whole time, I kept thinking about how good it would feel to finally get my cock in you.”

“Ohh, yeah,” Eren moaned. Playing with himself felt good, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Levi didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. He was obviously turned on, interested in what was happening, and Eren couldn’t help but wonder if this psychological re-enactment was exactly the sort of push Levi needed. “Can you show me?”

Levi stared at him with questioning eyes. It looked like he wanted to say yes, but there was still a lingering hesitation. Fear, probably.  

“Please, Levi.” Eren swallowed, then spread his legs invitingly. “I promise it’ll be okay. Just… just show me what you did while I was asleep.”

Levi breathed in deep, gaze then dropping as resigned himself to the situation. “I can try.”

“You were lying on top of me, right?”

“Mm,” Levi hummed. He accepted the prompt, slowly crawling up the bed until he was hovering over Eren’s body.

Eren licked his lips as he gazed up at Levi. His heart was going wild, the heat of Levi’s skin radiating onto his own and filling him with anticipation. “We were up to the part where you’d started fingering me.”

“I remember.” Levi’s hand settled on Eren’s leg and slid up his thigh. His breaths were deep, touches light and tentative, and he took to staring at Eren’s clavicle as a means of avoiding eye contact. He reached the wet mess between Eren’s ass cheeks and circled around his rim. “I had my fingers inside you… I could feel your muscles shifting around me even though you were asleep.”

“Ah,” Eren moaned as two of Levi’s fingers sunk into his ass. All the cum in and around his hole provided more than enough lubrication, allowing the digits to slide smoothly into his body.

“I fucked you with them, nice and slow,” Levi whispered, his fingers leisurely pumping in and out of Eren’s hole. “Even though you’d taken the medicine, I acted as if there was a chance of you waking up. It made it more exciting.”

Eren bit his lip to stifle another moan. He didn’t want to make too much noise or move around, as he thought it may be better for Levi that way. It wasn’t easy. The feeling of Levi’s fingers gliding over his insides were enough to drive him crazy, and then there was his rugged voice, the knowledge that Levi had already done these things to him while he was unconscious. His mind was overwhelmed by pleasure and exhilaration. Eren let go of his erection, not wanting to make himself come too soon, and twisted his hand in the sheets instead.

“I loved burying my fingers in your tight little hole,” Levi said. His whispers were accompanied by lewd slicking sounds as he moved his hand in long, steady strokes. “Stretching you out, seeing how deep I could reach inside. You slept through it all… completely unaware of how I was playing with your body.”

“Hnn…” Eren whined and tried to spread his legs wider. His dick twitched feebly, more aroused than ever thanks to the sultry timber of Levi’s voice.

“When you were ready, I worked in another finger.” Levi did as he said, stuffing a third finger into Eren’s ass and moving it along with the others. “It was easy because you were so relaxed. I almost lost my patience then, but not quite. There was nothing you could do to resist… it would only be a matter of time before I could sink my cock into you.”

“Yeah,” Eren panted mindlessly. Levi still seemed to be enjoying himself, and it made him ecstatic. Even under the guise of a physical retelling, Eren appreciated this for what it was. Progress. He shifted his hand down to test the waters, lightly rubbing his palm over the erection in Levi’s briefs. Just enough to stimulate him. To tease him. “T-then what?”

Levi’s breath shook, but he didn’t shy away from the touch. “I was so horny from looking at you. Watching you spread around my fingers, the filthy sounds it made. I couldn’t wait to steal pleasure from your body.” Levi pushed his fingers in deeper, increasing the speed in which he fucked them into Eren’s hole and making cum squelch out around them. “I stopped to take my own clothes off, but I went straight back to fingering you. I used my other hand to touch myself.”

Eren whined again. Levi’s fingers felt so good inside him, rubbing against his walls and brushing over his most sensitive spots. He couldn’t help himself. With a breathless sigh, he reached into Levi’s underwear and pulled out his straining cock. He glanced down at it, moaning at the sight of that thick and swollen length in his hand, then slowly started stroking it. “Like– like this?”

Levi inhaled through his teeth, his fingers curling inside Eren’s ass as he let out a soft groan. “Yeah… just like that.”

Eren worked his hand over Levi’s cock, running along the length of his shaft with his thumb pressed against the underside. He was just as hard as Eren was, a translucent sheen coating his head and a bead of fluid oozing from his slit. Fuck, it looked so good with its flushed skin and engorged veins, twitching eagerly in Eren’s hand as that droplet of precum rolled down the tip. “Did it feel good, Levi? Did you like touching yourself while your fingers were inside me?”   

Levi replied with a gravelly hum. “It made me want to feel your body stretched around my cock.”

“Is that what you did next?” Eren squeezed Levi’s length, giving him a few firmer strokes to really work him up. It was practically throbbing in his hand – aching for something more than just teasing touches. He pushed his hips up, catching Levi’s gaze through his lashes and whispering, “did you fuck me, Captain?”

“Yes.” Levi swallowed thickly, his eyes flicking down as his fingers slopped out of Eren’s hole. He reached down to his erection, replacing Eren’s hand with his own, then stroked his length to cover it in the cum from Eren’s ass. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I covered myself in oil, and I… I pressed up against you.”

Eren’s breath hitched when Levi pushed one of his legs up and settled on top of him. Levi’s cock slid wetly between his cheeks, the hot tip rubbing and nudging at his entrance in the most torturous way possible. Fuck, fuck . “Levi–”

Levi groaned as he pushed in, hips lowering to slowly sink his cock into Eren’s ass. His fingers dug into Eren’s raised thigh, and he didn’t stop until his entire length was swallowed by Eren’s walls. He went still once he was fully sheathed; giving them a moment to breathe and enjoy each other’s throbbing bodies.

“A-ah, god,” Eren moaned as he pressed his head back into the pillow. He would never get over the feeling of Levi penetrating him, how Levi’s cock forced his walls apart and filled him up to the brim. It felt even better with his ass already loaded with cum. Some dribbled out from his stretched hole, and the rest was pushed even deeper inside him by Levi’s length.

“Fuck,” Levi whispered, his face lowered to rest in the crook of Eren’s neck. “Eren… you feel so good.”

Eren took quick puffs of air, his heart aching along with his groin at the vulnerability in Levi’s voice. He turned his face to the side, combing a hand through Levi’s hair and speaking softly to him. “Fuck me, Levi. I want you so bad.”

Levi nodded against his shoulder, then moaned as he pulled his hips back. His thrusts started off shallow, merely rocking into Eren’s body while running his spare hand down Eren’s side. “I, ah– I held you like this.”

“Ah, ha…” Eren no longer made an effort to suppress his moans. He wanted Levi to know he was enjoying it, that he was conscious and present and still wanting him. “Levi… fuck, I love how you feel inside me.”

“Shit.” Levi rested his forearm on the mattress and lifted himself up. He stared down at Eren’s face, lips parted and breathing heavy as he started penetrating Eren with full thrusts. “You like that?”

“Nng, yeah– yeah… ah!” Eren gasped when Levi bucked into him nice and hard. He wrapped his arms around Levi’s back, clung onto his humid skin, then hooked his free leg over Levi’s waist and spurred him into a faster pace. “A-ah, Levi... so good, you always make me feel so good, Levi.”

“Fuck, Eren,” Levi panted. His movements were natural now, hips rhythmically slapping against Eren’s ass and fucking his cum into him. Levi’s jaw clenched from the strain, but his eyes remained soft and half-lidded as he watched Eren writhe beneath him. “You look perfect like this. Your, your face… your body. I’d never get any sleep with you in my bed.”

Eren dug his nails into Levi’s shoulders, clawing in desperation while rocking his hips up to meet each of Levi’s thrusts. His own erection was weeping between their stomachs, rubbing against Levi’s torso and leaving a smear of fluid on his muscled abdomen. Eren didn’t have the mind to touch himself. He was too focused on Levi, their rippling bodies and the cock sliding over his prostate, the heady smell of sex that thickened the air and settled on the back of his tongue.

“L-Levi,” Eren moaned, running a hands up Levi’s neck and splaying his fingers over the back of his head. “I think… this is when you kissed me.”

Levi groaned, not bothering to answer before leaning down and smashing their lips together. He went straight for an open kiss, tilting his head to lash his tongue around Eren’s and combine their saliva.

“Mm– hnn,” Eren panted, nails biting into Levi’s scalp as he fought to pull him in deeper. He sucked on Levi’s tongue and nibbled his lips, devouring every inch of flesh he was given while Levi’s cock kept pounding into him. He was a mess. Whining, writhing, saliva bubbling from his lips and fluid dribbling from his ass. He fed Levi moan after moan, and Levi reciprocated with pleasured sounds of his own.

Levi popped off Eren’s mouth, but he didn’t go far. His face remained in front of Eren’s, the sides of their noses grazing together as they panted onto each other’s spit-coated lips. “Are you close?”

“Oh, god yes,” Eren replied in a wrecked voice. His body was tense and right on the edge, pushed closer to climax with every thrust of Levi’s hips. He was already climbing towards it, muscles tightening and pulse accelerating, the pressure building in his gut until it was almost unbearable. “Ah, s-shit… I’m so, so close.”

“Me too,” Levi whispered. His lips ghosted over Eren’s, hanging onto his breaths like it was his only source of air. “Fuck, Eren… you’re gonna make me come so hard.”

“Aha- ah,” Eren gasped and moaned, his heel digging into the small of Levi’s back as he reached the height of pleasure. His body clenched around Levi’s cock, bearing down while the rest of him went stiff, and a lewd moan was torn from his throat with each subsequent stroke against his prostate. “Levi, Levi, Le- aa-ah!”

Eren’s voice gave out as he ejaculated between them. His cum streaked Levi’s stomach and splattered across his own, the pleasure of release coursing through his veins and burning hot in his gut. Levi bucked into him frantically; hard and fast, the desperate movement stimulating him further and prolonging the high of his orgasm.

“Oh, fuck… fuck, Eren–” Levi pushed in deep, a moan quaking in his throat once he followed Eren over the edge. His hips stuttered forward, muscles tensing and relaxing with repetitive jerks of pleasure. He groaned against Eren’s lips as cum pulsed out of his throbbing cock.

“God,” Eren sighed and flopped his head back into the pillow. His body relaxed as Levi finished off inside him, but his mind was still buzzing with euphoria. He caught his breath while rubbing his fingers into Levi’s scalp. “That was… so good.”

Levi responded with a drowsy hum. He made no move to pull out, seemingly content with letting himself soften in Eren’s warm and dripping hole. Once he had recovered his breath, Levi spread his lips over Eren’s and slowly slid his tongue inside.

“Mm,” Eren hummed appreciatively. He opened his mouth, greeting Levi’s tongue with his own and treating it to a lethargic massage. He was glad that Levi hadn’t decided to skimp on their usual post-coital kissing. It felt even better now, with Levi still buried inside him.

Levi pulled back after a few seconds, leaving a final kiss on the corner of Eren’s mouth before opening his eyes. “Eren, I…” Levi stared down at him. There was something tender in his eyes, and it came through in the rawness of his voice. “I could get used to this.”

Eren smiled. Of course, he was confident that Levi would still visit his cell at night – and he would be more than happy to take that medicine again. But he was glad to know that, in between all the fantasy and make-pretend, they could love each other in the waking world and experience something real.

“I’d love that.”