Archive of Our Own

“So, I was thinking—”

“No.”

“But!” Hanji whines, grabbing Levi’s arm. “I didn’t even finish what I was going to saaaay!”

Levi sighs, yanking his arm free. “I don’t need you to. I can already tell you’re going to say something I don’t want to hear. Every time you start a sentence like that, I know I’ll hate it.”

Hanji pouts, grabbing his arm again and shaking it with far too much force. He groans, trying to break free again, though this time with no success.

“It’s my birthday tomorrow!" Hanji wails, "don’t I get to have whatever I want?”

Levi fights back a sigh and an eye roll. It’s true. Hanji’s birthday is tomorrow and he’d been struggling to figure out what to get them. Hanji’s not an easy person to buy gifts for at all. They have very little interest in things outside of the work they do at a prestigious lab, so… what the fuck is he supposed to buy a scientist?

They’ve known each other for so many years, you would think in all this time he’d learn more of their interests, but….

Beyond the research they do, there’s not much Hanji enjoys. Or talks about.

It would be a very shitty thing to do to just give Hanji a gift card for the third year in a row, so…

There’s no other choice. God, he’s going to regret this.

“Fine.”

Hanji releases an ear-piercing screech, shaking him back and forth and inducing a migraine. But he’s grown used to it with Hanji, so all he does is sigh.

“I got us tickets!!!” Hanji exclaims, waving two tickets in his face that moves too fast for him to be able to decipher what’s on it.

“To what, exactly?”

Yeah. He’s regretting this already.

Hanji gives him a menacing grin. “To my favorite band of all time.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Levi groans defeatedly. “Don’t tell me….”

“Oh yeah, oh yeah baby,” Hanji grins, leaning way too close, “they’re so delicious, they’re floor tickets too! We’re gonna be all up close and personal! We might even get guitar picks!”

“That’s disgusting.”

“It’s not!”

Levi sighs. He doesn’t even have to ask which band it is, Hanji’s been obsessed with one band and one band only. He only knows because they tried to show him once, and he couldn’t stand it. Rock is fine and all, but not his cup of tea. Too loud, too grating on the ears, and half the time he doesn’t even understand the words they’re saying. It’s just fucking stupid. But god, the excitement on Hanji’s face. They’ve never been able to give tickets. It’s always been sold out, except now, apparently.

Saying no would make him the worst person alive.

“Okay,” he forces out, sighing, “sure. Fine. Let’s go.”

“Yes!” Hanji shrieks, hugging him way too tightly. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!”

He wheezes, patting Hanji's back.

He'll need earplugs, painkillers, and sleeping pills for after the concert when he’ll inevitably have lost his hearing. God.

He’ll survive this, for Hanji.

It's just a concert.

How bad can it be?

Really bad. Really fucking bad.

From the second they enter the venue hall, it's a disaster. The amount of people that brush against Levi and touch him has him feeling like a rabid dog with how he wants to bite off everyone’s faces. But he keeps his disgust to himself, because… ah, fuck, he’s never seen Hanji this excited.

It's fine.

(It's not.)

He can survive this.

(Will he?)

Hanji get them beers and snacks, then tugs him through the crowd as they exchange silly little trinkets with other fans that Levi finds highly revolting and unsanitary. Still… this is the best gift Hanji could’ve received.

So, Levi smile-grimaces every time they look over and goes along with them, refusing the crappy beer and trying to get himself in the mood.

It’s not that bad. The bumping, the noise, the people, ugh and the smell is nauseating, but it’s… not the worst. He’s been through worse. High school locker rooms, for one. God, that haunts him to this day.

This is… mildly better.

For now.

And then the actual concert starts, and Levi wonders what possesses people to get tickets this goddamn close to the stage.

Psychopaths, that’s who. It's a violation to the fucking ears. Who in their right mind would choose first row? Sure, you get a better view, but who wants to be this close to loud, dirty rockers?

But then, Levi’s eyes find the guitarist.

And, good god.

Levi tunes out whatever the fucking they’re singing. He even manages to tune out Hanji’s off-tune screeching from beside him. Maybe he should have paid more attention when Hanji rambled on about the band members, but he never fucking paid attention because none of these people interested him in the least. The vocalist, the drummer, the guitarist and bass player…. who gives a shit. All he knew was their function, and he remembers seeing a poster of them a while back, but fucking hell he threw that shit out of memory.

He certainly doesn’t remember the guitarist being the primary focus of the poster. No chance in hell Levi would forget those delicious, marked up arms. God, not to mention that choker wrapped around that smooth throat and the pretty half up hair-do. Levi wants to drag his fingers through it and mess it up. What would it look like after being pulled—

Oh.

Fuck.

Levi’s breath catches in his throat when their eyes meet. Those emeralds bore into him. Is the guy looking at him? No. He must be looking at Hanji shrieking out the lyrics from beside him.

“Which one is he?” Levi calls over the music, nudging Hanji.

“Which one?!”

“The hot one.”

“They’re all hot!”

Levi grimaces. He begs to differ. The bald one on the drums doesn’t do it for him, the weird blond on the bass is too weird looking and the vocalist… looks like a horse.

“The brunet.”

“Oh!” Hanji grins. “You think he’s hot?”

“Shut the fuck up, what’s his name?”

“That’ll be Eren Jaeger. The bad boy with a heart of gold.”

What… the hell does that even mean? How do fans determine that sort of shit from a limited view of these people through the social media lens? He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t care enough, all he cares about is the fact that Eren’s eyes are still on him and god, he’s the finest fucking person Levi’s seen in a very long time.

Levi’s seen plenty of people in his line of work. Photography requires him to get really close and try to find people’s best angles that reveal everything they want from a photo. But Eren?

Good grief, Levi could spend hours on him and he still wouldn’t feel satisfied. No one should look this good.

Levi doesn’t pay much attention to any of the songs or the screaming fans around him, trying to get closer to the stage. Those eyes never stray far from him and Levi’s certain he catches a hint of a smile.

With some interest he watches as the man prowls around the stage. He certainly commands attention to him with his aura.

But then he gets closer and closer to the edge of the stage and Levi wonders if this is a part of the show. The vocalist touched a few of the fans reaching out, so maybe it’s common.

But fuck, Eren's so close. Levi finds himself following every single one of Eren’s movements, until the man crouches down right in front of them and Hanji just about faints right then and there. What the fuck is this? What’s happening?

Eren continues to play and Levi watches those delectable fingers fly all over the guitar without pause and without uncertainty. It’s addictive.

And as the song comes to an end, something… happens.

Maybe Levi’s mind is numb and slow from all the noise and the heat of the jumping bodies all around him, but he hardly has time to react when Eren reaches out, toward him of all people. Levi barely registers the cool touch of those fingers curling around his neck until electricity’s shooting through his body, rendering him motionless.

Everything moves in slow motion from there, and Levi doesn’t have a moment to react before those smooth lips are suddenly claiming his in a bruising, electric kiss. But before he can even think of what to do, the kiss is over, and the next song has started.

People shriek and cry all around them, but all of it is a blur to Levi who can only focus on the tingling on his lips.

What… just fucking happened?

Levi’s memories of the night are… very scattered. To think he went to his first concert and got kissed by the goddamn guitarist. He should be disgusted that some stranger laid one on him, publicly too. How many others had the fucker kissed before planting one on him? Like he was some deranged groupie?

Hanji had assured him this sort of thing never happens at their concerts and Eren’s not known for being a playboy, but Levi frankly doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

He does his best to forget the kiss. Even if in the moment his skin had been on fire and his mind a haze at the delicious and strong scent of chocolate that seemed to roll off the man. There’s deadlines coming up, he can’t afford to be distracted.

“Could you…move a little closer?” He instructs his client, motioning at him to step closer to his wife. God. It’s as if these people never touch each other. Sighing, he lowers the camera and walks over, gently adjusting their stances and crouching back into position. He only manages a few shots before his phone starts buzzing incessantly in his pocket. He ignores it, continuing to take a few more shots and instructing them for the next pose.

Then his phone buzzes some more and he sighs, irritably.

“I’m so sorry, I need to take this.”

He steps away and pulls out his phone, frowning at the caller ID. Hanji never calls. They text, especially during work hours.

“What’s wrong?”

“Who said something was wrong?”

Levi frowns. “If it’s not an emergency, then why the fuck are you calling?"

“I’m going to send you a link, and you need to take a look at it because….holy shit. I guess… slight emergency?”

Dread creeps up on Levi as he lowers his phone from his ear and waits for the link to load. It looks like some tweet. Reluctantly, he clicks it open and waits for the page to load. When it does, his heart drops out of his chest.

rinrin🍒 (@rocknroll98)
YALL I finally found a good picture of #thekiss omggggggggg #rumbling #erenjaeger
#rumblingconcert
10:14 AM - February 18, 2025 - 8,921 views
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mimichan (@scullyx)
@rocknroll98 omg no way look at that im gagged
10:16 AM - February 18, 2025 - 6,456 views
        |
Eren 4 Ever (@starryeyes)
@rocknroll98 aw the guy eren is kissing is so pretty
10:19 AM - February 18, 2025 - 3,938 views
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EREN JAEGER (@erenswaifu)
@starryeyes are you blind 💀 pretty where who the fuck is he even
10:25 AM - February 18, 2025 - 3,425 views
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rinrin🍒 (@rocknroll98)
@erenswaifu that’s so MEAN 😭
10:35 AM - February 18, 2025 - 1,247 views

Band News Today (@bandnewstoday)
you’ll never guess who just found themselves a cute little boy toy! #rumbling guitarist @erenjaeger has found himself a man! How long will this last? #thekiss
10:41 AM - February 18, 2025 - 45,849 views
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Bryne (@brxxx)
@bandnewstoday no fucking way 💀
10:41 AM - February 18, 2025 - 6,447 views
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jean's baby (@aarnny)
@bandnewstoday this is a joke right
10:42 AM - February 18, 2025 - 4,903 views
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rinrin🍒 (@rocknroll98)
@bandnewstoday I WAS THERE THEY WERE MAKING EYES AT EACH OTHER
10:43 AM - February 18, 2025 - 4,239 views
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reiner is better than you (@boeran)
@bandnewstoday I ship it 💞 💞
10:43 AM - February 18, 2025 - 4,123 views
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Kittie (@reinersleftnipple)
@bandnewstoday this won’t ever last lol think they pass him around?
10:43 AM - February 18, 2025 - 3,992 views

There’s hundreds of comments under each post. Levi numbly scrolls through multiple other tweets under the hashtag that talk about Eren Jaeger hard-launching his relationship with his “beau”. Some people are completely in support, while others share their pure revulsion with some “no name groupie whore” crawling into their “man’s” pants. Levi is mortified. He nearly drops his phone. Never in his life have this many strangers made so many crude and horrible remarks about his sex life, his appearance, and literally every other aspect of who he is without knowing anything about him.

“Levi? You okay?” Hanji’s voice comes from the other end.

“I…have to go. Work.” He doesn’t wait for an answer and ends the call, turning his phone off before pocketing it.

The couple is very understanding, but if they notice his off demeanor, they’re kind enough not to comment as they get through the shoot.

Levi doesn’t even know how he makes it through the day, everything’s a blur. He finishes up with the appointments he had and tries to fill up the remainder of his hours with editing, but it’s difficult to focus.

This will blow over. It has to… right?

It gets worse.

Through the coming days, somehow the obsessed fans find out his name and his Instagram account. It’s a goddamn nightmare. Thankfully they didn't find his business one, because he has no photos of himself on that account and the name of said account is the name of the business, not his. The only way anyone would connect that business to him would be clicking the link to his website, which again, they’d have to scroll pretty far to find his name.

But his personal one? It’s mainly filled with photos of Hanji, college days, random scenery shots. Then there’s one blurry ass photo of him from the concert that Hanji had tagged him in, but it was enough to connect him to all the goddamn photos and videos of that night.

His inbox ends up overflowing with DMs of diehards telling him to go kill himself or asking him how the kiss was.

It’s just… awful. He ends up privatising the account to prevent any more new messages from coming through, but that doesn’t stop the tweets. God, the endless tweets of people shipping them or wanting to murder him.

Out of curiosity one night, Levi ends up looking up the band’s Instagram account. Each member has their own account, obviously, and it doesn't take very long to find Eren's. Most of the recent posts are filled with fan comments asking about Levi. For fuck’s sake.

Impulsivity and anger prompts him to click on the damn message option. It’s not like the asshole will read some random DM anyway. Levi just needs to vent.

[@levi.89]
I hope you’re fucking happy

[@levi.89]
you’re a real riot you know that?

[@levi.89]
what possesses a fucking person to kiss a stranger like that

[@levi.89]
are you pleased with yourself?

[@levi.89]
did you get your dick wet?

[@levi.89]
I’m getting death threats because of you

[@levi.89]
asshole

Holy shit. Someone’s fucking typing?

Probably just a social media manager. He’ll just block the stupid account and—

[@eren.jaeger]
what if my dick got wet?

This clown can’t be serious, can he? What the fuck has Levi just walked into. He stares at the message, bewildered. Maybe this is the wrong account, it has to be, who the fuck would reply like this?

But when Levi checks the account again, he confirms the damned blue mark and the rest of the posts include the other band members’ accounts.

This… account is legit.

What the fuck?

[@levi.89]
you’re fucking insane

[@levi.89]
and I see no accountability either

[@levi.89]
while I’ve been under fire, your fans have been sucking up on that wet dick of yours

[@levi.89]
this is all your fault

Why…. is he humoring this? He should just block the asshole and move on with his life.

[@eren.jaeger]
my sincerest apologies

[@eren.jaeger]
let me make it up to you

[@levi.89]
I want nothing to do with you

[@levi.89]
I’m getting burned alive bc people think there’s something going on between us

[@levi.89]
what the fuck would happen if we’re caught together again??? Do you WANT people showing up at my house with pitchforks???

[@eren.jaeger]
people don’t stalk me to that level, I’m not Taylor Swift

[@eren.jaeger]
I can threaten to cancel the second leg of the tour if people continue to fuck with you

What the actual fuck. Levi stares at his phone in shock. What… is wrong with this person? He’s never met a person this unhinged. Sure, Hanji is unhinged, but this is levels he can’t even compute. All from a stranger, no less.

[@levi.89]
are you clinically insane?

[@levi.89]
why would you do that?

[@levi.89]
are you aware we aren’t actually involved and these are just rumors???

[@eren.jaeger]
we could become involved

Wow.

[@levi.89]
did you forget your meds today or something???

[@levi.89]
you don’t know me

And yet, even as he's saying this, Levi’s traitorous mind flashes back to those lips and he begins to wonder how they’d feel on other parts of his body.

Fuck. He cannot under any circumstance be giving in to this bullshit.

[@eren.jaeger]
what if I want to know you

[@levi.89]
why would you want that

[@levi.89]
you probably have a thousand fans flashing their genitalia in your DMs right now

[@levi.89]
you can get to know them instead

[@eren.jaeger]
I’m not interested in them

[@levi.89]
and you’re interested in me? why??

[@levi.89]
bc of one kiss??

Levi would be a complete liar if he said he wasn’t thinking about that damned kiss. But Eren doesn’t need to know that.

[@eren.jaeger]
why not?

Levi frowns. He doesn’t buy any of this for even a moment. He shuts his phone off and sets it aside, as far away from him as possible. He cannot be doing this. His life is intense enough as it is, he can barely manage his time with his clients and all the deadlines.

This is the last thing he needs right now. This man has already invited chaos into his life, Levi determines that he doesn’t have the space for more. Humoring this conversation won’t get him anywhere and Levi has no intention of any of this getting even more out of hand. Eren Jaeger might not be Taylor fucking Swift but he has enough fans willing to kill for him and suck his dick at the same time. Levi won’t get caught in the middle of it.

He won't.

The days pass and Levi tries to ignore the message in his DMs. There’s finally fewer tweets about the entire ordeal and Levi’s determined to put the silly business behind him.

He can tell how badly Hanji wants to ask him about it, but he’s grateful that they don’t. God, if he told them that he ended up exchanging messages with the guitarist of their favorite band, they would absolutely crucify him for not taking advantage of it. But what the fuck was he supposed to do? Say yes? Go out with the guy? And then what, face the wrath of his obscenely big-breasted fangirls?

Fuck no.

Levi carefully stacks away a few forms and notes the chime of the front door to his studio.

“Be with you in a moment!” He calls, quickly checking the next appointment on his phone. He had just finished with a lovely elderly couple who wanted some current photos done for their new home. But doesn't recognize the new name on his appointment list. Usually he gets regulars this time of year.

“I’m so sorry, it’s been a busy morning,” Levi turns, “I can— oh for fuck’s sake.”

Levi can’t believe his goddamn eyes. Eren fucking Jaeger stands in all his Greek god glory in his studio, rendering Levi not only speechless, but breathless.

Fuck.

He’d forgotten how good the bastard looked. Even out of his leather fit and the whole rockstar makeup, Eren is a ten-course fucking meal that Levi wants to devour over and over again. Goddamn it. He curses himself for feeling a slight stir in his guts.

“Are you my stalker now?” He mutters dryly. “I’m working.”

“I know,” Eren replies, a goddamn smirk on his lips. “I’m your next client.”

Levi tries not to groan. The audacity of this man. And yet, Levi wants to throw everything off his desk and have his way with Eren right on top of it. This is bad. Really fucking bad. Talking to him over messages was one thing, but the absolute fucking sex that oozes off this man will be Levi’s kryptonite.

Fuck. He is not one of God’s strongest soldiers, he will 100% give in if Eren is as persistent in person as he is online.

“Why?” Levi sighs, heavily. “You can afford photographers, surely.”

“I’m not interested in them.”

Levi deadpans at the familiar words from the messages once again being repeated to him. Eren thinks he’s so clever…

Fuck.

It’s working.

He has to look away, busying himself with organizing the desk unless he wants his eyes to give him away.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that…” Levi mumbles, “I have a strict no touching policy in my contracts, think you’ll survive that?” He eyes Eren skeptically. Fuck. He’s not sure he’ll be able to abide by that.

“That’s too bad,” Eren hums. “But I can behave.”

“I very much doubt that,” Levi clears his throat, finally turning around to face Eren. He’s never going to get his flush under control, so might as well face the man. “So, what, you want band photoshoots? Solos?”

Eren inches closer, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I want anything you can offer.”

Levi clears his throat, trying to take an appropriate step back, but his back presses to the desk. Flustered, he daringly meets Eren’s gaze.

“Will these be for private use or public use?”

“Depends. Do I have to keep my clothes?”

Levi hums, tilting his head. “No.”

Fuck. He meant yes.

Eh, did he? Shit.

Eren grins. Ugh, what a fucking beautiful smile. “Your website wasn’t clear about it.”

“It’s the kind of thing I prefer to discuss with clients in person.” Bullshit. No one has ever asked him to take their nudes. “So, I’ll ask again, private or public?”

“Private.”

Levi hums, nodding slowly. “I have a private room in the back for intimate photos. Would you like to come with me?”

How far is Eren willing to go? Then again, he’s proven himself to be clinically insane, so maybe this’ll backfire in Levi’s face.

No, not maybe.

Definitely.

“I’ll go anywhere you want me to.”

Of course.

“I’m sure you will,” Levi replies, picking up his camera and motioning for Eren to follow. “You have nice work done,” he adds quietly, giving Eren's tattoos a brief glance, “it’d be a shame to cover it with clothes.”

“Oh? You like tattoos?” Eren sounds way too pleased with that. Fuck. Levi shouldn’t be entertaining this.

This is dangerous, Eren is dangerous. So why does it feel so thrilling?

“I do now,” Levi opens the door to the private room and shuts it after Eren. “Take off as much as you’re comfortable with. I value my clients’ comfort.”

“I’d be comfortable with you taking them off of me.”

Levi gives Eren a pointed look. And yet, he slips closer, eyeying the low-cut shirt Eren’s wearing. He reaches over, his fingers lightly grazing the belt of his sinfully tight jeans. “What, you need my help? Come on, you’re a big boy. I’m sure you can manage.”

Eren grins. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Levi is absolutely shocked that Eren has managed to stay out of public scrutiny for as long as he has with this behavior.

And why the fuck is Levi even going along with it?

Well… primarily because he refuses to be outdone and will not back down from the clear challenge. He won't let Eren win.

So he undoes Eren’s belt, undoing the buttons and slipping his fingers under the unnecessarily tight shirt to slowly pull it up. He pulls it over Eren’s head, tossing it aside. God, Eren’s chest is delicious. But Levi refuses let himself get distracted, so he loops his fingers under the waistband of the pants, dragging them down Eren’s hips before quirking his brows.

“Really? Going commando?”

Eren grins all the more. “No more clean underwear.”

“That’s disgusting,” Levi shakes his head, giving Eren a withering look before stepping away from him. God. He’s still obscenely attracted to the man. “Center of the room, the seat. Sit down any way you’d like.”

Of course, Eren fucking manspreads. Like he wants to shove his dick all up in Levi’s face.

Fucking hell. Levi's breath catches in his throat. The only reason he's not climbing into Eren's lap is because he refuses to lose.

Focus, Levi.

Steeling his heart, he snaps a few shots. If this is what Eren is going to give him, then he’ll work with it. He circles the chair, flushed to find Eren’s gaze trailing after him at every turn. But this doesn’t deter Levi. Despite being aroused beyond belief, he’s also very determined to get decent shots and do his job.

Stepping behind him, Levi uses his free hand to take Eren’s arm and gently move it in place. Cupping Eren’s chin from behind, he tilts his neck the slightest, purposely lingering before he steps in front of him and takes another shot.

“I’m assuming you do photoshoots?” Levi asks, looking up from the lens. “Are you always this bold?”

“Only if I have a thing for the photographer.”

Levi once again lifts his gaze from the camera. He tries to keep his features schooled. “And how many times has that happened?”

So that’s what this is then, a conquest. Levi’s not sure if he’s disappointed, or annoyed.

Of course, Eren fucking smirks in response, like he knows what’s going on in Levi’s head. “Just once.”

Levi deadpans. “You’re enjoying this too much…” he slips closer, holding his breath to stop himself from absolutely inhaling that sweet scent of Eren’s. “Move closer to the edge, can you do that for me?”

“I can do anything for you,” Eren says, adjusting himself just the way Levi wants him to. Eren looks at him with eyes filled with want, with a hint of mischief that has a magnetic effect on Levi he desperately wants to suppress.

“Anything?” Levi quirks a brow, trying his best to focus on the task, but he fucking can’t. God. He wants to take this stupid man apart. “Do you want to touch yourself?” He asks, boldly. “It’d make for great shots.”

Eren stares at him, like he’s trying to gauge whether or not Levi is messing with him. Not that it looks like he cares much either way, because his hand not so subtly moves to his length, wrapping around the base before he gives himself a few tugs. His gaze remains on Levi while he does it, emerald eyes shining with desire as his erection comes to life.

Fuck. Levi momentarily forgets that the purpose of this was to take photos, instead of staring like a freak. Still, he’s reluctant to pull his gaze away, for even a moment.

Something about Eren’s eyes keeps him still, unmoving. It would certainly be very interesting to capture the moments someone is in the heights of pleasure on camera, but….

He’s getting too heated. He tries to focus, snapping shot after shot, before he lowers the camera, his eyes once again captivated by the motions of Eren’s wrist.

“What are you thinking about?” Levi dares to ask.

“What do you think?”

Levi hums, his eyes trailing down to Eren’s leaking erection. “Probably something horrible and crass,” he murmurs, slowly lifting the camera to take another shot. Eren’s eyes look fucking beautiful.

Levi wants to give in. Just a little. Just enough.

“I can tell you what I’m thinking…” he trails off, his eyes drifting back up to meet Eren’s lust-filled ones. God, he's going to lose. Whatever. Fuck it. “I'm thinking about my mouth. On you.”

Eren’s eyes fucking glint with excitement, his erection twitching and his hand faltering. “What else?”

“Riding your face,” Levi admits, his pants starting to feel unbearably tighter. “I think you’d enjoy it. Being used. Maybe I’d let you cum inside me as a reward if you do a good enough job…”

Silence falls between them then, electricity and lust thick in the air. Eren gawks at him, the intensity in his eyes only growing the more this goes on, the more they bounce off each other effortlessly.

Eren then lets out a heavy breath, eyes unblinking. “I’m giving you three seconds to come here before I get up and have my way with you.”

Levi smirks. He’s tempted to challenge Eren on his promise, but the odds of his camera getting damaged in the process are too high and he’s not fallen completely victim to thinking with his dick just yet.

Carefully he sets the camera down and walks over to Eren, leaning down to come face to face with him. God, he’s even prettier from up close, his scent intoxicating and enticing. Levi's eyes drift down to Eren’s erection, before meeting his gaze.

“Don’t cum too soon,” he whispers, teasingly, “at least not until I’ve had my way with you.”

Eren brings his hand to Levi’s ass, squeezing it hard before he uses it to pull him closer. “I wouldn’t dare,” he whispers back, gaze drifting down to Levi’s lips. “Kiss me,” he demands. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since the concert.”

“Right,” Levi clicks his tongue, reaching out and grabbing Eren by his chin. “The kiss that had your shitty fans making assumptions about me. I still haven’t forgiven you for that, but maybe…” he slips into Eren’s lap, carefully avoiding actually brushing against his erection, “I can be tempted into forgetting that transgression.”

He slowly closes the distance between them, enjoying Eren’s halted breath and eager eyes. When their lips finally meet, Levi’s resolve nearly breaks. This man walks around with too much ego, Levi refuses to feed it. This is bad enough as it is, encouraging such bad behavior. But Levi can’t help himself. He slips his tongue past those eager lips, groaning and loosely wrapping his arms around Eren’s neck as Eren’s hands grip his hips and re-adjust him on his lap, leaving him pressed against his hard length.

“Feel it,” Eren murmurs against his lips, rutting up against him. “Feel how hard I am for you.”

Fuck. Levi flushes, a shuddered breath escaping him involuntarily. “I don’t need to feel it,” he whispers, “I can fucking see it…”

But it doesn’t stop him from grinding against Eren through his clothes, groaning and connecting their lips into another messy kiss, his nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders. The tattoos still leave him captivated and if anything, even harder for Eren. Impulsive and possessed by a feral need to feel Eren’s skin, Levi pulls his own shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor and pressing closer until they’re chest to chest.

“Tell me what you want,” Levi whispers, his hand slipping down between them to carefully wrap around Eren’s neglected length, his thumb grazing the slit and smearing precum over the head.

“I want to fuck you,” Eren tells him, trailing kisses down to his neck, sucking a sizable mark on Levi’s unblemished skin that leaves him hard and wanting. “I want to make you mine,” Eren adds, voice hoarse as he leaves more open-mouthed kisses down to Levi’s chest, his tongue soon finding his nipple before he sucks on the hardened nub, dragging sharp moans from Levi’s throat.

Fuck. They really shouldn’t. This is his workplace. Things had been bad enough before when they weren’t even fucking, what’ll happen if people find out that they are?

God. Levi doesn’t give a shit.

He abruptly pulls away from Eren, hastily undoing his pants and getting rid of them before climbing back onto Eren and straddling him with more intention than before.

“Hurry up. Get to it before I change my mind," he warns, cupping Eren’s face and yanking him in for a deep kiss, grinding against him harshly.

Like he so desperately wanted to during the concert, he slips his fingers into the soft strands of hair and frees Eren’s hair from the loose half-up, tugging at the locks of hair far too enthusiastically.

“I have to prep you,” Eren tells him, bringing two fingers to Levi’s mouth. “You wanna help me?”

Levi sighs frustratedly. Had he known he’d be coming into work today to get fucked, he’d have done this at home so they could just get to it now….

Disgruntled, he looks down at Eren’s erection and grimaces. Fuck. He can’t take all that without prep unless he wants to spend a week struggling to sit. Fuck. Sighing once again, he gives Eren a pointed look before taking his fingers into his mouth.

Though… he's not completely annoyed by this outcome. He slips his tongue between the digits, humming when Eren twitches in his hand. He pulls back with an audible pop, eyeing Eren’s slicked up fingers.

“There, now get to work.”

“So bossy,” Eren grins, his hand snaking between them. Levi lifts himself up a little, enough so Eren can easily reach his hole, which he teases with his fingers before he slowly presses one in. Eren groans almost instantly, his lips finding Levi’s bare shoulder and biting down on it. “You’re so tight. You’ll feel so good around my dick.”

Levi doesn’t know whether to moan, gasp, or tell Eren to shut up and focus. He does none, his mouth falling open into a silent moan. It hurts, and yet the burn sends sharp tingles up his spine. It’s an enjoyable pain, one that he welcomes by impatiently grinding down on Eren’s fingers.

“We’ll never get to it if you don’t hurry up,” Levi whispers, pressing closer to mouth along Eren’s jaw, teasingly running his tongue over his earlobe.

“Someone’s impatient,” Eren notes, slowly pushing a second finger in before he begins to pump them in and out, slowly, yet it feels rough. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Fuck off,” Levi rasps with a low laugh, groaning and pressing his forehead to Eren’s neck. Fuck. His own fingers have never felt like this the few times he indulged. It must be from playing the guitar, but Eren’s fingers are delightful in every possible way. “I…don’t care, fuck, hurt me. I can take it. I’m not made of glass.”

Levi leans back just enough to look at Eren’s face. Cupping his chin, he connects their lips into a bruising kiss, moaning and clenching around Eren’s fingers each time they press back in. God. He could cum from this alone.

He nearly blacks out when Eren adds a third finger, slow and steady. God, normally Levi just stopped at two. He already feels so unbelievably full, and he hasn’t even gotten a taste of Eren’s dick yet. And then Eren curls his fingers, and the moan that rips from Levi’s throat is positively sinful, almost embarrassing. He really hopes these walls are thick enough to muffle him, otherwise he will never be able to look his neighbors in the eyes again.

“Do you feel ready?” Eren asks, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“I’ve been ready,” Levi insists, choking on a moan. His hands grip at Eren’s shoulders for balance, his nails digging into the soft skin. This is exactly what he had imagined doing during the concert for the fraction of a second that he humored the fantasy of fucking Eren right then and there.

Of course, that was before the kiss.

A petty, greedy part of him wishes he could just… shove this in everyone’s faces. Levi doesn’t know if Eren’s bullshitting about not doing this with others, but as far as Levi knows, none of those stupid fans have gotten Eren like this, or seen him so lost to the haze of lust. He’s beautiful.

Levi wants to make him his.

“I need you,” he whispers, his fingers digging through Eren’s hair and tugging at strands. He rolls his hips purposely, lowering one of his hands between them to take Eren’s erection into his hand again, grinding his own against it with a shuddered moan.

“You wanna— fuck, you wanna ride me?” Eren asks in between two breathy groans, rutting up against Levi’s hand. “Or I can fuck you against the wall…”

“I’m riding you,” Levi instantly says, “I’m not waiting any longer.” Eren’s fingers are barely out of him before he aligns his length under him and carefully sinks down with a moan that he manages to just barely silence. It fucking hurts and burns, but god does it feel good. Just the right amount of pain and pleasure.

“You can fuck me against the wall later,” he adds hoarsely, swallowing the dryness in his mouth and stilling in Eren’s lap when he’s finally taken in all of him.

He nearly fucking blacks out, his breaths ragged. The stretch has him clenching down hard around Eren, but he forces himself to relax, just enough to start moving his hips. “Is this how you were going to make it up to me?”

Eren grins, hands resting on Levi’s waist. “I was thinking of taking you out for coffee, but this is much better.”

Levi rolls his eyes. “Coffee, nice, that’ll make up for ‘eren’s wife #1' telling me I should die in my DMs. Fuck me right and I’ll consider it all made up,” he starts to rock his hips, groaning and dragging his nails down Eren’s chest, purposely brushing his finger against Eren’s hardened nipple. “Up for the challenge, rockstar?”

Eren grins all the more. “I’ll be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

He won't be competing with much.

Though Levi doesn’t want to talk about his lackluster, nonexistent sex life and how much of a workaholic he is. So he sets the pace, rising and falling with quiet moans. The burn is slowly starting to get replaced with pleasure each time Eren slips back into him, brushing against just the right spot that makes Levi arch against him.

“Fuck,” Levi hisses, grabbing Eren by the throat and yanking him in for a harsh kiss. He’s never had this much trouble silencing himself. He’s fully blaming Eren and his magic dick for this. Why does it feel so stupidly good?

Eren reaches even deeper when he suddenly wraps his arms around Levi and hoists him up, wrapping Levi's legs around him as he stands and brings Levi to the nearest wall, his back hitting it with a loud thud. Levi gasps, his sounds immediately muffled when Eren claims his mouth with his own, kissing him messily as he starts pounding inside him, fast and hard, nails digging in Levi’s flesh and keeping him firm against him.

Levi's sure he blacks out for a moment, his mind fizzling out into a blurb of fucking nothing. To think he’s getting fucked in the same studio room he was just using a few hours earlier for yet another elderly couple.

Fuck.

He’s never going to be able to work in this studio ever again without thinking about Eren and his magnificent fucking—

“Christ,” he rasps, sharp nails digging into Eren’s shoulders harshly enough to draw blood. His back is going to be sore by the time they’re done. None of this should be enjoyable. The position is uncomfortable, the kiss leaves him with a split lip and god, even with the prep he’ll be sitting like a newborn for the rest of the week and yet…

He’s loving every moment of it.

Maybe it’s his own lack of experience (and reluctance for it) but he’s never been kissed like this before. Eren’s lips move over his in such a frenzy as if Levi's the goddamn elixir of life. His thrusts are sharp and incessant against just the right spot that has Levi’s vision fuzzing out every fucking time. Levi breaks from the kiss, his breaths mingling with his moans as he latches onto Eren’s neck and bites a harsh mark into the area right above his collarbone. Initially he’d been worried about marking Eren, but now….

Fuck the fans.

He wants them to know their beloved rockstar is getting debauched. So he doesn’t hold back as he claws at Eren’s back and his delicious arms, knowing full well Eren has no photos on his social media where his arms or neck are covered.

“Harder,” he orders through heavy breaths, digging his nails into the back of the neck, “fuck, I’m so close.”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Eren praises, voice hoarse and thick with unbridled lust that sends shivers down Levi’s spine. Thankfully, Eren obliges, pounding into him with almost brutal force, Levi’s back slamming against the wall. This would hurt like hell, if it didn’t feel so damn good. “Cum for me,” Eren demands, his lips hot on his neck, leaving harsh bitemarks that bring Levi so close to the edge. “Cum.”

A guttural moan that begins to turn into a pitched, humiliating cry rips out of Levi against his will. He’s quick to muffle it by biting into Eren’s neck, anything to keep himself steady. But fuck, it’s impossible. The oversensitivity of having his leaking erection, trapped between them and rubbing against Eren each time he moves paired with the brutal and precise thrusts does him in.

He clenches down hard on Eren when his orgasm washes over him, unforgiving and dizzying as he spills between them. The sudden release of the tension that’s been building up in his body knocks the fucking breath out of his lungs.

Fuck.

“I…” Levi breathes out, “cum inside,” he demands breathlessly. “I want it.”

Something none of his shitty, depraved fans got. Or so Levi hopes.

“Yeah?” God, fuck, Levi can practically hear that smug grin. “You’re fucking hot,” Eren growls, quickening the pace. It becomes erratic, messy, before it falls out of rhythm and Eren lets out a delicious groan, suddenly spilling inside of Levi and riding out his orgasm with deep, sharp thrusts that almost make Levi hard again.

This is so fucking lewd and disgusting and yet, Levi is definitely into the feeling of cum that begins to dribble out of him with each one of Eren’s deep thrusts. He claws at Eren’s back, panting and moving his hips as best as he can with shuddered breaths. It hurts and it’s starting to feel too much, but god does it feel good. He doesn’t want it to end.

“Fuck…” he groans, burying his face in Eren’s neck, “I’ll end up hard again.”

“And that’s a problem why?” Eren chuckles, finally stilling inside of him. He kisses Levi’s head, his hands more gentle now, softly rubbing his hips. “I’ll just suck you off.”

Levi groans, shuddering. “Fuck, I’ll die…” he breathes heavily, his muscles aching and protesting at the slightest movement. “What do you say we pick this up at my place?”

God, if they're going to do this, might as well do it on comfortable surfaces. His back can't take much more of this.

But then he hears no response and worries maybe this was it for Eren. Until he lifts his head up and finds the brightest of grins on Eren’s lips, like Levi just somehow told him he won the lottery.

“Anything you want,” Eren says, claiming Levi’s mouth with his own. “I’m at your mercy.”

Levi flushes, his heart jumping in his chest stupidly. What the fuck is that about? They just fucked crudely at his place of work and he’s getting all jumbled over a smile. “Yeah you are,” Levi mutters, gently cupping the back of Eren’s neck. “You said you’d make it up to me, so… you can make it up to me there. Maybe over wine. And dinner. If you’re into that sort of thing…or maybe you just kiss people at concerts, fuck them and then leave them high and dry.”

“I don’t,” Eren snorts. “I know I look the part but… I don’t. That’s Jean’s thing.”

Good.

Levi doesn't want to share. He gently brushes his fingers over Eren’s arms, fascinated by the patterns. And the marks he left all over him. Fuck. This is such a turn on. “I might even let you buy me coffee. I don’t work weekends… information that might be useful to you.”

Eren smiles. “Unfortunately, I tend to work weekends. Nights, anyway. I can fuck you all you want during the day, though. When I’m in town.”

Levi deadpans. He had brought up not working under the impression that Eren would want to get said coffee, but apparently there’s one thing on this man’s mind who’s still buried deep inside of him.

“So gracious,” Levi clicks his tongue. “You're lucky you look good,” he muses, dragging his fingers over Eren’s throat, “your hundred wives on twitter will lose their shit when they see you like this.”

“Probably,” Eren chuckles, gently pulling out of him and helping Levi back onto his feet, wrapping an arm around him to steady him before his knees even get to wobble. “I’m sorry kissing you brought you so much trouble. I didn’t think it would. To be honest with you, I didn’t think at all. I just saw you, and… fuck, I really needed to kiss you.”

Oh.

Levi momentarily forgets about the sharp pain in his lower back and how humiliating it is that his legs are so weak, like some goddamn nearborn deer. He feels so flushed at Eren's words. Which is embarrassing, and he refuses to admit it. He's given in enough.

Leaning in, he still grabs Eren by the neck and pulls him in for a deep kiss. “Then keep making it up to me,” he whispers, “until I decide you’re forgiven. But… that might not happen any time soon.”

Eren hums against his lips; a soft sound, a sharp contrast to the loud groans Levi heard just moments prior. “That’s fine with me,” he whispers back, his tone sweet.

Good.

Levi cancels the rest of his day, despite never being someone who’d take breaks. There was only one more booking for that day later in the evening, not necessarily for something urgent either. He feels mildly shitty, but he emails the client to let her know that he’s sick.

Eren snickers over his shoulder when he reads the email. Asshole.

But Levi doesn’t imagine he’ll be done with Eren by the end of the day, so no point in keeping the appointment.

Thankfully, with his apartment thankfully being right over the studio, they don’t have to go very far and frankly, Levi is too uncomfortable to walk too far.

They barely make it through the front door before Eren’s greedy lips are all over him. Levi never considered himself someone desperate enough for sex to the point of barely getting the door closed before getting right to it, except, now he is, apparently, because they go at it right then and there.

It’s just as good as the first time, despite how much Levi’s body protests against it. So much for finding a comfortable surface to do this on.

When he comes to his senses, he demands they need a shower and immediately shuts down the grin on Eren’s face. A proper shower, he demands. Except, they don’t do that right either, because Eren insists on helping him, which, at first, Levi assumes is because this menace of a man is being wholesome.

Levi quickly learns that he’s not, and his idea of helping Levi get ‘clean’ is fingering him to ‘help’ get the cum out.

It’s not very helpful. It leaves Levi trembling against the shower wall, his legs threatening to give out and his dick fucking hard.

So.

Useless.

Except, he doesn’t deny Eren and to his own shock and bafflement, sinks to his knees on the shower floor to use his mouth on Eren like he’d been thinking the entire time during the photoshoot.

They hardly make it to dinner and wine, but fuck, it’s the best day Levi’s had in a very, very long time.

As the weeks come and go, Levi begins to wonder when Eren will lose interest. It’s only natural, right? He got what he wanted from Levi, no point in sticking around any further than necessary.

After their first day together, where they fucking violated every inch of his apartment, Levi assumed he’d wake up to Eren gone. Which… he had made his peace with. (Barely). It’s what people do, he told himself. They fuck and then they leave.

Except, when the first hints of morning light filtered through the windows and woke him, for a brief moment he panicked at the weight of an arm around his waist, until he realized…

Oh.

Eren stayed.

He’ll leave when he wakes up, Levi had told himself. Except, he didn’t. Even after they bid farewell after breakfast, a tad awkwardly on Levi’s part, Eren continued to message him on Instagram.

Levi waited for him to break contact, especially with both of their busy schedules, but that didn't happen. Eren continued to message him, they continued to meet, until one day, when they were lingering in bed, tangled limbs and heavy breaths, Eren asked him for his number because messaging on Instagram was getting annoying.

Levi agreed, even though he expected this would soon come to an end. It had to, right?

But it didn't.

It's been weeks, now. This is probably the longest relationship Levi's ever had. If he can even call it a relationship. They haven't talked about it.

Still, every time they meet, as brief as some may be, Levi’s heart jumps. He… really enjoys their time together, and not just because the sex is good as hell. He loves to learn more about Eren, to spend time doing things other than each other.

He has a feeling Eren does, too.

To his dismay, the second leg of the tour eventually starts, which means Eren has to leave. Levi momentarily considers going with him. But that would be batshit insane, and besides, he has work. Plus, he’d have to explain his absence to Hanji, something he doesn’t want to do yet. It’s not like he wants to keep whatever they have a secret, but… it’s his.

Levi's never liked sharing. This is no different.

Absently he scrolls through Instagram the first morning of the tour, trying to distract himself from texting Eren. He’s been unsuccessfully trying to prove to himself that he’s not obsessed and that he can survive the weekend without him.

But without work to distract Levi, he’s fucking dying. He could pick at Hanji to hang out with him for the weekend, but then he’d end up moping and having to explain why. He definitely doesn’t want to explain why.

A little notification goes off on his phone and he hums, noting with great interest that it’s from Eren’s Instagram account. Of course he clicks on it, only to smirk when he realizes the photo that was just posted leaves… very little to the imagination.

Hungrily, Levi eyes the fitted clothes and the pretty collar that absolutely doesn’t hide any of the alarmingly large bite marks on Eren’s neck, all varying colors… which very vividly gives away the many, many times they had fucked. And the nail marks on his arms… Hm. Delicious.

Despite the visible makeup on Eren’s face, he didn’t bother with covering up the bites or scratches.

Fuck.

Shit.

Levi's definitely getting hard.

Breathing through the sharp, unforgiving arousal, he opens twitter to find himself a distraction, and oh distractions he finds…

eren's husband 🥰 (@erenloverrxx)
[picture attached] IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTHHHHHH… yall oongngngn the HICKEYS someone went to town on my man 😭 #erenjaeger #rumblingtour
9:43 AM - June 10, 2025 - 9,123 views
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strawberryx 🍓(@erensbigschlong)
@erenloverrxx I saw 💀 I never stood a chance but like even less hope
9:45 AM - June 10, 2025 - 8,783 views
        |
rumbling brainrot (@noom11)
@erenloverrxx the scratches is what got me FUCK it should’ve been me
9:51 AM - June 10, 2025 - 7,245 views
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eren's husband 🥰 (@erenloverrxx)
@noom11 none of us stood a chance but ugh I wonder how big his dick is……think he’s got it tatted??????
9:53 AM - June 10, 2025 - 5,893 views

Kittie (@reinersleftnipple)
[picture attached] not my fave but yk this is really fucking hot lol #erenjeager
9:56 AM - June 10, 2025 - 10,922 views
        |
jaegerist 🥵 (@rrr_98)
@reinersleftnipple I want to know whoooooo
9:57 AM - June 10, 2025 - 8,596 views
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jaegerist 🥵 (@rrr_98)
@reinersleftnipple my bet’s on their manager
9:58 AM - June 10, 2025 - 7,988 views
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Kittie (@reinersleftnipple)
@rrr_98 or that twink he was tongue fucking at the concert
9:59 AM - June 10, 2025 - 6,923 views
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EREN JAEGER (@erenswaifu)
@reinersleftnipple ew?????? he was so ugly tho
10:01 AM - June 10, 2025 - 6,459 views
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Kittie (@reinersleftnipple)
@erenswaifu lol ok jealous much
10:02 AM - June 10, 2025 - 5,873 views
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EREN JAEGER (@erenswaifu)
@reinersleftnipple no??? just speaking facts, all my friends think im hotter than him
10:02 AM - June 10, 2025 - 4,859 views
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Kittie (@reinersleftnipple)
@erenswaifu sure sis….
10:03 AM - June 10, 2025 - 3,484 views

blossom 🌸 (@erensrightball)
[picture attached] his arms look so good holy fuck I want to be choked out #erenjaeger #marryme
10:03 AM - June 10, 2025 - 12,922 views
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eren's baby (@bb_45)
@erensrightball the scratches yooooooo
10:04 AM - June 10, 2025 - 10,377 views
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blossom 🌸 (@erensrightball)
@bb_45 IKKKK
10:05 AM - June 10, 2025 - 9,374 views
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MET JEAN 05/11 (@jeansglockglock)
@erensrightball not my type but I kinda see it
10:06 AM - June 10, 2025 - 8,475 views
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MET JEAN 05/11 (@jeansglockglock)
@erensrightball it’s the eye makeup it does smth to me
10:07 AM - June 10, 2025 - 7,685 views

It’s endless. Every fucking post on his feed is about Eren’s arms, his neck, the scratches and bites, how he’s seated and how the pants squeeze his crotch just right and all the guesses about how big he is or if he has tattoos all the way down to his fucking balls.

It really doesn’t end. Levi rolls his eyes and finally opens the text chat with Eren.

[Levi, 10:21]
the people are very curious about your dick

[Levi, 10:21]
you and your photos starting riots

[Eren, 10:22]
jealous?

[Eren, 10:22]
I’d be happy to post one with you on my lap

[Levi, 10:23]
I’m not jealous

[Levi, 10:24]
fuck off

[Levi, 10:26]
I do miss you though

Ugh. Why did he say that? Stupid horny sad brain. He’s pathetic, he should’ve gone out instead. Dealt with Hanji. It would've been better than to admit this.

[Eren, 10:28]
don’t worry, only your eyes have access to my dick

[Eren, 10:28]
I miss you too ❤️

Levi flushes, looking away from his phone to… catch his breath? Calm his heart? He doesn’t even know anymore.

Fucking Eren and the effect he has on him…

[Levi, 10:29]
I’d be doing things to you if you were here

[Levi, 10:29]
give your fans something to really look at

[Eren, 10:30]
oh? what things

[Eren, 10:30]
elaborate

[Levi, 10:31]
no clothes obviously, those are the rules in my bed

[Levi, 10:31]
kind want to try out those stupid fluffy handcuffs you brought

[Levi, 10:32]
I’d cuff you to my bed and edge you until you beg me for release

[Levi, 10:32]
use my mouth on you, all over that delicious body of yours

Fuck. Why is he getting turned in from this? Breathing in sharply, his hand drifts down between his legs and he palms himself through his shorts, a soft groan sounding in the empty room. He buries his face in his pillow, thrusting against his hand. It doesn’t feel as good as Eren’s, but fuck… he needs it.

[Eren, 10:33]
[picture attached]

[Eren, 10:33]
I’m ready for your mouth ;)

Good god. Levi gapes at the image, staring at it way too intently. Fuck. He's so hard it's painful. Clumsily he kicks his shorts off, shuddering when his hand comes in contact with his erection, hot and heavy and leaking all over his hand.

[Levi, 10:35]
this is cruel

[Levi, 10:35]
can you call?

The call comes approximately 1.3 seconds after Levi sends the text. With a smile, he presses accept and holds it to his ear.

“Someone’s excited,” he teases, like he doesn’t have his hand on his dick like a horny college frat boy.

“For you? Always,” Eren replies, his breaths sounding… heavy.

Levi bites back a moan. “Are you touching yourself?” He asks, his own breaths probably giving him away. “Did I turn you on that much?”

“You always turn me on that much,” Eren snorts. “You know what you do to me. Do you wanna see?”

“If I ever say no to a question like that, you should know I’ve probably been replaced by an imposter,” Levi breathes out, “fuck yes I want to see. Hurry up. I need it."

Eren laughs, his voice loud and rich as he switches from an audio call to a video one, and Levi sees him in all his glory, naked and perfect. Eren angles the camera just right, showing just how deliciously hard he is. Fuck. Levi wants it in his mouth.

“This what you wanted?”

Levi momentarily forgets how language works and in order to communicate, one needs words. He can’t help it. Eren’s been gone for a day and a half, ish, but he already misses him to an obscene amount. This is fucking terrible.

When his brain finally reconnects back to the rest of his body, he also switches to video and sets his phone to the side. He doesn’t trust himself not to drop it.

“That’s exactly what I wanted,” Levi smiles the slightest, his eyes lingering on Eren’s erection, “bet my mouth could finish you faster than your hand.”

“Of course it would,” Eren chuckles, his hand moving slowly, almost teasingly. “So you would handcuff me, huh?”

Levi hums, his eyes following the motions of Eren’s wrist. It’s goddamn hypnotic. He can’t help but mimic it slowly, not wanting to cum too soon. “Yes. Keep you still and have my way with you. No cumming until I’ve had my fill of you either.”

“Ha. You know I can hold out until you’re overstimulated and a mess.”

Levi flushes. “Shut up, no… don’t issue a challenge.” He gets oddly competitive when it comes to proving Eren wrong, though he’s not sure he wants to bring himself to the brink of uncontrollable euphoria without Eren actually being here. His absence would just depress him too much. Still, he can’t let that comment pass.

“When you return,” he adds, “we’ll put that to the test.”

“Yeah?” Eren grins. “You’re so cute when you’ve cum more than once. So red and shaky.”

“You’re a dick,” Levi mutters, his breath stuttering. This is embarrassing. He hasn’t even cum yet and he’s starting to get too sensitive. “I’d slap you if you were here and then suck your soul out of your dick.”

Eren laughs. Of course he fucking does, the asshole. “Slap me? That’s hot.”

“Of course you’d be into that…” Levi can’t help but smile fondly, his eyes eating up the sight of Eren. Even through the somewhat pixilated camera, he looks gorgeous. “Add that to the list of stuff to try… though what I’d really like is to ride you right now.”

Eren’s hand starts to move a little faster, his neck flushing a little. “Like the first time?”

“In a bed would be more comfortable,” Levi muses, unable to tear his gaze away from Eren’s hand. God, he looks so hard. Levi's mouth waters at the sight of how the tip glistens. He starts to move his own hand at the same pace as Eren’s, his breath catching in his throat. “You always look so good under me,” he rasps, his head falling back against the pillow, “I’d give you more scratches to take with you to those concerts of yours.”

“You really like marking me up, huh? Want people to know I’m yours?”

Levi nods hurriedly, biting down hard on his lip to give himself something to focus on. Fuck. He really wishes Eren was here.

“I do,” he admits with ease, even if it does send his heart racing. “I want everyone to know how unattainable you are, that no matter how much they talk about you, fantasize about you, write about you… I’m the one who sees you like this, I’m the one who gets to mark you up and bring you to pleasure, me,” his breath hitches, a sudden moan escaping him. “Fuck, Eren…”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Eren breathes out, heavily, his hand moving a tad faster, a tad stronger; Levi can tell he’s gripping himself harder, how he's being more forceful. Fuck. He wishes Eren’s hand was wrapped around him instead. “I’m yours. Fuck. I’ve been yours since I first saw you.”

Levi flushes, but it’s not just his face that burns; it’s his entire body. He breathes out a quiet moan, turning to his side and gripping desperately at the sheets as he ruts into his hand, desperate to feel half as good as he does when Eren is here. He can’t believe he can’t pleasure himself anymore without thinking about Eren. It just doesn’t feel the same. His own hand just…it’s not right, it’s not Eren.

“I…fuck,” he groans, “I like hearing that, you’re mine. I fucking love it,” he hisses, squeezing himself lightly at the base, “I can’t stop thinking about you, your lips, your tongue, fuck, your fingers… Eren, I’m so close.”

This is cruel and unfair. He shouldn’t be coming apart this easily over the phone, and yet. His little challenge goes forgotten, his insides twisting up with pleasure as his climax draws closer and closer.

“Cum for me,” Eren demands, his voice deliciously husky and dripping with need. “Be a mess. Be my mess.”

Fuck. A humiliating, pitched moan escapes Levi as he thrusts into his hand, his movements sloppy and hurried. He wants to cum so badly.

It hits him out of nowhere. The pressure builds up and up and up and then, snap. He gasps, burying his face in his pillow and barely registering the wet patch that’s begun to form from the saliva dripping down his parted lips.

“Eren,” he moans, the name the only thing he can manage to say as he rides out his orgasm, forcing himself to focus on the screen in fear of missing anything.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Eren praises, his hand moving impossibly fast, his movements almost rough, from what Levi can see. “I wish I could cum on you. I’d cum on your beautiful face. On your perfect tongue.”

“Don’t turn me on…” Levi groans, breathing harshly through the high. It’s exhilarating, his entire body is on fire. “I can’t believe I’d let you cum on my face. Is that what you’re thinking about? Cumming down my throat?” Fuck. His guts twist and turn at the mere thought of having Eren in his mouth, the weight of his length on his tongue…

Goddamn it. He presses his hand between his legs, swallowing the dryness in his mouth.

“I’m thinking about cumming everywhere on you. In you. But especially on your pretty face,” Eren breathes out, quickening his pace once more. “Am I making you all hot and bothered again?”

Fuck. Levi breathes out a shaky moan, nodding. “Yeah… yeah you are. I’m going to make you pay when you’re back…”

Not much of a threat, but it’s the only one that Levi can think of at the moment. He’s too overly sensitive and it fucking hurts to touch himself, but he can’t stop. He will make Eren pay for this, for doing these things to him, to his body. His skin sizzles, begging to be touched. The only thing that gives him brief solace is the scratch of his sheets and his hand that fails to bring him any more pleasure.

“I’m tempted to cum on my screen,” Eren says, his breaths becoming heavier and harsher. “Pretend it’s your face.”

“That’s disgusting,” Levi whispers, his entire body burning. “But then I’d be fucking jealous of a phone…”

A humiliating truth to admit, but he’s also rutting into his bed and hand, desperate for more, so….

“Yeah?” Eren grins. “Fuck, that’s hot. You’re hot. I’m going to cum…”

“Yes,” Levi reaches for his phone with a trembling hand, bringing it close. “I want to see. I want to see every second…” his eyes hungrily linger on the screen. God, he actually is jealous of all the people who will get to be around Eren tonight. It’s not fucking fair. “Cum for me, Eren.”

Eren cums with a groan, spilling all over his hand and his stomach. Spurts of hot white paint his deliciously tan skin, covering part of the tattoo on his stomach.

“Fuck…” Levi breathes out, his mouth watering at the sight. “I want to lick it off,” he admits before he can think better of his embarrassing confession. Right now? He doesn’t give a fuck. There’s something so addictive about the way the muscles of Eren’s stomach contract and flex, how his mouth falls open to release those pretty sounds that have Levi’s heart racing. He misses all of this too much. And here he thought he’d been doing a good job of trying to be normal about this man.

Impossible.

In no shape or form can Levi be normal about Eren. Not when his body craves him like this.

“It’s a shame you’re not here to,” Eren breathes out heavily, leaning back on his pillow and staring ahead at the ceiling, seemingly catching his breath. He then reaches for his phone, bringing it closer until all Levi can see is his face in the frame. Eren smiles, his eyes sweet and full of affection. “I miss you.”

Oh.

Levi’s heart stutters pitifully in his chest. He can’t even bring himself to care that the sheets are damp and he has sweat and cum starting to dry on him. He can’t look away from Eren; he doesn’t want to.

“I miss you, too…” he admits easily. To think he's been constantly worrying that this relationship of theirs would fizzle out or something, or Eren would get bored of him. Something warm flutters in his chest. “I’m sorry to say you won’t be getting any rest when you return.”

Eren laughs. It sounds so rich and velvetty. “I wasn’t planning on resting.”

“I bet you’re not,” Levi teases with a small smile, sitting up and immediately grimacing. “I should clean up. Not sure if you want to stay for that portion, not very attractive I’m afraid.”

“What are you talking about?” Eren chuckles. “Everything you do is attractive.”

“You’re biased…” Levi chuckles fondly. “But…I also happen to think everything you do is attractive, too. Taking photos of you isn’t enough, I need you in my bed at all times.”

Eren grins. “Handcuffed?”

“Oh you know it,” Levi smirks, “I’m sure we can work out an arrangement. You seem very willing. Eager to be chained to my bed?”

“Eager to be used by you, yeah.”

Levi clears his throat, trying not to lose his goddamn mind at the thought that has his heart racing erratically. “Colorful choice of words,” he remarks, “you want to be used by me, Eren? How would you like me to use you?”

This will definitely get him hard again but it’s fine. Curiosity wins.

“Well,” Eren starts, his grin only growing more devilish, “I—”

Levi hears a loud knock on Eren’s door, and Eren’s smile suddenly vanishes. He looks pissed, frowning as he looks at his screen.

“Fucking hell,” Eren curses. “I have to go. They're waiting for me for final checks for tonight's show.”

Ah.

It's fine.

Levi can be normal about it.

“We can talk later," he says. "Tell me how the concert goes.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I’ll talk to you soon,” Eren says, hanging up before Levi can say anything else.

Levi sighs, lowering his phone and blankly staring at the wall. The room feels so… quiet, all of a sudden. It all starts to sink in slowly, just how much he misses Eren, how empty the room feels and how all the light got sucked out the second the call ended. Just the day before he found one of Eren’s shirts in the corner of the room when he’d been cleaning. Probably from one of the many times they hastily came in here and ripped each other's clothes off.

Levi hadn’t had the heart to wash it, for fear of losing the nice cologne that still clung to it.

Feeling something pathetic and pitiful, he grabs the shirt from where he’d neatly folded it and set it aside on the drawer and hugs it to his chest, breathing in the scent deeply. The cologne is starting to fade out, but just having something of Eren’s here is nice. To think Levi had convinced himself he’d be okay with the separation and the potential of Eren tiring out from this relationship of theirs.

They’ve been enraptured by each other ever since they laid eyes on each other, and there’s no going back.

Levi has a feeling their relationship is only going to get deeper from there on.

And honestly? The likelihood of him surviving the storm that’s Eren Jaeger remains to be seen.

Eren had returned home a day in advance, completely surprising Levi and catching him off guard.

But in the best of ways.

Levi had cancelled the rest of his day in favor of spending it with Eren, except… they didn’t really do much talking.

Alike to their first official meeting, Eren had shown up to the studio and stolen Levi away into one of the back rooms. As much as Levi insisted that his apartment was literally right above… it hadn't mattered in the slightest.

Levi certainly hadn’t complained when Eren had dropped to his knees and made him see stars. He didn’t utter a breath of complaint either when Eren had carried him up the stairs to the apartment, dropped him on the couch and spread him open with nothing but his fingers and squeezed out yet another orgasm from him. Despite the trembling mess he’d been in (true to Eren’s words, though Levi still denies it), Levi had climbed right on top of him and rode him until his thighs burned from the exertion. But he wouldn't have it any other way, until Eren flipped him over and pounded him into the cushions. The rest of the day had turned into a blur, but true to his words, Levi didn’t allow Eren to get any rest whatsoever, determined to send him off to practice the next morning covered in new bruises, bites and scratches.

Levi, at some point, stops waiting for the other shoe to drop. Although they spend less time together because Eren has to travel for the tour, Eren always ends up coming back to him a day early, fucking him senseless to make up for the time lost.

Time passes, their relationship solidifies (just the other day, Eren officially called him his partner, which sent Levi's heart into a spiral), and…

And Levi still hasn't told Hanji. Or Isabel. Or Farlan.

A part of him fears and dreads that if he breathes a word of this relationship to anyone, it’ll suddenly fall apart. Which is… absolutely ridiculous because Levi’s certain the entire band knows about him and Eren. Not like Eren puts much effort into being discreet, half the photos of him expose the bites and scratches Levi leaves on him.

Not to mention… recently, Levi has started to go by the studio where they practice. He’s never gone in, but… every time Eren leaves, he’s certain he hears the whoops and whistles. He hasn’t asked about it, but… they know.

Today is no different. He heads over the studio, having finished the last appointment of the day. He checks his phone for any new texts from Eren but there aren’t any. Eren’s usually never late, but practice must be going longer.

So he lingers, bored and scrolling through his phone absently until the back door suddenly opens and Levi nearly drops his phone. He stares at the guy in uncomfortable silence, taking him in. This doesn’t look like any of the band members…

“You Levi?”

Levi’s concern only grows. “Who the fuck wants to know?”

The man smirks. “You’re the boyfriend?”

So clearly someone within Eren’s circle. He eyes the man curiously. He’s a sort of blond, with some facial hair, but still unrecognizable to Levi.

“Who said?”

The man shrugs. “You smell like him.”

Levi grimaces. How the fuck—oh. This must be Miche, the sound tech. Levi recalls Eren briefly talking about the crew and there was a mention of a man with a keen, creepy sense of smell. This must be him.

“I do not,” Levi mutters pointlessly, “do you know when Eren will be done?”

Miche shrugs. “They’re trying out new sounds. Jean and him aren’t agreeing as usual. It might take a while. Do you want to wait inside?”

“Uh…”

He shouldn't, but he doesn’t want to loiter out here either. Sighing heavily, he nods and follows after Miche into the hallway. He’s led through a staircase and onto another floor. Curiously he eyes the photos on the walls until they reach the control room. Levi blinks a few times to adjust his eyes to the dim lights and notes the only person he recognizes in there, the manager. Mikasa, or something. Eren’s mentioned her a couple of times and from what Levi’s gathered is that she rides all their asses.

“What’s he doing here?”

He looks over to find Mikasa glaring at him. Right. Of course she knows who he is. He shrinks somewhat uncomfortably.

“He’s waiting for Eren,” Miche explains casually, plopping down on one of the seats and pulling over his laptop. Levi doesn’t bother trying to look over, Mikasa’s glare is heavy and irksome.

“What he said,” he mutters, “I’m here for Eren.”

Mikasa hums, eyeing him. “We don’t usually allow lays here.”

Wow. So they’re doing this. Sighing heavily, he gives her a look. “First of all, I’m not a lay, I’m his partner. Second of all, no one said I wasn’t allowed to be in here, so get off my case.” He nearly considers making a snide remark about her overbearing presence, but then he’d be revealing the information Eren revealed about the crew… and he doesn’t want to get Eren in trouble.

Mikasa scoffs, crossing her arms and shifting her attention to the glass window. Levi breathes out a tense sigh, also shifting his attention to the band. Instantly, a sense of calm spreads through him when he spots Eren, and it’s just as Miche said; Eren’s arguing with Jean.

Levi does his best to stay in the shadows to avoid being seen. The last thing he wants is to throw Eren’s focus off.

At some point, they seem to agree on a sound and although to Levi it’s the same grating nonsense, he can appreciate Eren’s skills nonetheless. It’s mesmerizing.

When the band piles out, Levi carefully slips out of the control room and into the live room where Eren is packing. Levi appreciatively eyes his form with a small smile. His eyes linger on the exposed skin of Eren’s back where his shirt’s ridden up from crouching down in his seat to pack the guitar… or whatever the fuck he’s doing.

Taking the opportunity, he slips up behind Eren and wraps his arms around his shoulders.

“You sound good,” Levi praises, leaning down to press a kiss to Eren’s cheek, “Miche found me loitering like a stray and used his creepy ass nose to figure out my identity.”

“Ah, yeah,” Eren chuckles, turning around in Levi’s hold and resting his hands on his waist. “He does that, sorry. Have you been waiting long?”

“No,” Levi gently brushes aside loose strands of hair from Eren’s eyes. It should be a crime to be this pretty. “I watched you play. And argue, but mostly play. You sound good. Though…” he smirks, “I got distracted by your fingers.”

Eren raises a brow, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “My fingers, huh?”

“Mhm, got me jealous of that damn guitar,” Levi mutters, eyeing the case with mild disdain. “Although I suppose I have it to thank for your marvelous skills when it comes to…well, you know.”

“Oh yeah,” Eren’s grinning, now. “I know,” he adds, winking at Levi.

Levi rolls his eyes fondly, covering Eren’s face with his hand. “Enough. I didn’t come here to fuck you in a very public space. That manager of yours already hates me, wouldn’t want to make it worse. I won’t say no to it back home though.”

Eren frowns. “Mikasa? What did she say?”

Shit. Should he not have mentioned that? Crap. He doesn’t want to cause animosity between the group. He shrugs, brushing his fingers through Eren’s hair. “I’m a… civilian I guess? Just said I shouldn’t be here. Probably worried I’ll… I dunno, film stuff and post it online.” He keeps out the distasteful part of her referring to him as a piece of ass. He has a feeling Eren might try to fight her for that. Better not. “Which I wouldn’t,” he adds, “I’m only a fan of you, anyway.”

“I’ll talk to her,” Eren says, the frown still etched in his features. “She has no business saying you shouldn’t be here.”

“Don’t,” Levi cups Eren’s chin, tilting his head back to face him, “she’ll hate me more. What if she thinks I’m a gold digger or something?” He leans down, pressing a light kiss to Eren’s forehead. “I don’t want to cause problems. They’re… your friends. They don’t really know me or what we have.”

Although Miche didn’t seem to give a fuck that he was here and the few times he’d run into Reiner or Jean, neither of them had cared… aside from the unnecessary suggestive looks they threw his and Eren’s way. “It’s fine,” Levi insists, “don’t get in trouble on my behalf.”

“I don’t care about getting in trouble,” Eren insists, emerald eyes staring deep into his. “You’re more important.”

“You’re so hot when you get all… like this.” Levi chuckles, cupping Eren’s cheeks and leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. “I care about you being in trouble. I’d rather have you in my bed than here getting scolded. Speaking of, my place? I’ve got cuffs calling your name.”

Eren smiles. “Mm, I see you’re trying to distract me.”

“Is it working?” Levi kisses the corner of Eren’s lips. “I can make it worth your while.” He’d also much rather be making Eren cum than wasting time talking about Mikasa.

“I’m sure you will,” Eren chuckles. “But if she tells you stupid shit again I’m taking care of it. Deal?”

Levi sighs, but ultimately nods and presses a kiss to Eren’s lips. “Fine. Have it your way. By the way, I also find you very hot when you’re protective…” he gently brushes his thumb over Eren’s cheek, “if we weren’t in such a public space right now, I’d show you just how hot I find you.”

Eren grins. "There's a bathroom down the hall if you wanna show me."

Levi considers Eren’s words. It would be… unwise. Extremely unwise. This is not the safety of their home, this isn’t even a safe place. It’s a recording studio. Doing anything here would just be….

“We really shouldn’t…”

Except, Levi wishes he had more self-control, because when it comes to Eren, it goes out the window and he ends up agreeing to risky fucking things, such as…

Rushing off to the aforementioned bathroom, hastily unbuckling Eren’s pants and dropping to his knees for the next who even knows how many minutes.

Frankly, Levi’s not even sure how they get home after that or how Eren ends up on his back in Levi’s bed, squirming and writhing as Levi rides him. All Levi remembers is that Eren is very delicious when he’s tugging at his cuffs and begging Levi for release.

All thoughts of Mikasa and the recording studio are very quickly forgotten. This seems to happen quite a lot when he’s with Eren.

Nothing else matters.

Tendrils of light pour into the bedroom, hitting Levi’s eyes and stirring him awake despite his reluctance. He groans, shifting and trying to hide away from the light filtering in through the damn drapes he didn’t close well enough.

The irritation, however, slowly fades when his sleep-addled mind registers music.

It can’t be right. He must be half asleep still, because it’s the very same tune he’d been hearing in his sleep.

Except, the more he starts to awaken, the louder the music seems. Turning his head, his eyes blink open and through the blur, he recognizes Eren’s figure. He’d recognize him even in the dark.

Despite the disturbance to his sleep, he appreciatively watches Eren quietly strum the strings of his guitar. It’s unlike most of his other music, and Levi would know. For the past few months, he’s gotten very familiar with the music Eren plays. Dare he say there’s even some tracks that he likes.

But this melody doesn’t sound familiar in the least, though it’s a nice one. Levi shifts onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow and allowing the soothing melody to lull him into a sort of half-asleep state. He can still very much so hear the music and it’s incredibly soothing. Just as Eren's presence is.

Although, this is nothing new. For the past few weeks, more and more Eren’s been lingering in the apartment. Not like he didn’t before, but now that Eren's tour is finally over and he has more time… Levi ends up finding more of his things here and there. Clothes, music sheets, bracelets, and even his guitar. Levi’s grown very fond of the soft music Eren strums. From time to time, he’s even caught him mumbling under his breath. It’s all very cute and… domestic. Most mornings, Eren even stays for breakfast and those days, are Levi’s favorite. Any moment with Eren is a favorite of Levi’s, but there’s something very soft and sweet about Eren first thing in the morning that Levi’s grown very addicted to seeing.

At some point in this morning, though, Eren stops playing and Levi opens his eyes with a small frown.

“Why’d you stop?” He mumbles, his voice scratchy from sleep. Stretching with a low groan, he slips closer to Eren, wrapping an arm loosely around Eren’s bare waist. “I’ve never heard this one,” he mumbles sleepily. “Is it a new track?”

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Eren says, sheepish.

Levi hums, brushing his nose into Eren's soft stomach. He could actually fall asleep here…

"A surprise?" He repeats, when the words finally register to his slow, still half-asleep brain. "For what?"

"Your birthday…"

Levi blinks, lifting his head. "Oh."

What a lame response, but in his defense, he just woke up and can't tell ass from elbow. And yet, his heart still flutters and a familiar heat rises to his face.

"You… wrote a song for my birthday?" He asks quietly.

"Still writing it," Eren admits, a small smile on his lips. "I'm still figuring out the lyrics."

Levi smiles fondly, sitting up slowly to press a light kiss to Eren's lips. "You're so sweet…" he gently cups Eren's cheek, "I'll probably forget it by the time my birthday comes around."

"It'll sound even better by then," Eren tells him, leaning into his touch before he tilts his head and gently kisses Levi's hand.

Levi watches Eren curiously, the fluttering in his heart growing more and more intense by the minute. It’s an interesting feeling, not one he knows what to do with. The urge to ravage Eren is there, for sure. But there’s something else, something else that’s been clawing at him more and more, begging for attention.

All because of Eren.

All because Hanji dragged him to a concert, a concert he otherwise wouldn’t have gone to. Would he have ever met Eren in some other way? He hopes so. He can’t imagine any part of his days without Eren’s presence. Even when he’s not with Levi, they text or Levi’s surrounded by Eren’s things. There’s not a part of Levi’s life that’s been untouched by Eren.

And… he wouldn't have it any other way.

“I love you,” he blurts out, his tongue burning from the words. “I really… love you.”

Eren's eyes widen, only slightly but definitely enough for Levi to notice. He doesn't say anything, not at first. The silence rattles Levi, making him wonder if it was the wrong time to tell Eren he loves him, if it was too soon. But then Eren smiles, his eyes full of affection and dare he say, love?

"I love you too," Eren says, putting his guitar aside and coming to cradle Levi's face into his rough, yet gentle hands. "My Levi."

Levi’s heart stutters, beating frantically in his chest. Is it even possible to feel like this for someone?

Ever since he’s met Eren, everything he thought he knew has shifted drastically. He never thought he’d want someone to this degree, nor did he think he’d ever have this much love to give. But he wants to. He wants to give everything to Eren.

He lifts his hands, placing them over Eren’s.

“I never thought I’d meet someone like you,” Levi admits slowly, his face burning from how embarrassing he finds the admission. “I didn’t think I’d have someone like you to spend my birthday with, either. Is it… strange to say I see myself spending many more birthdays with you?”

"No," Eren smiles, leaning closer until he gently brushes his lips against Levi's, soft and loving. "I intend to be there for all of them."

Oh.

Those sweet yet simple words do inexplicable things to Levi's heart. He kisses Eren again and again.

"I'd like you to be," he murmurs against Eren's lips, "will you write me a new song for every birthday?"

"If you want me to," Eren whispers, his lips so delightful against his.

"Of course I do," Levi squeezes Eren's hands lightly, brushing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Every birthday though… that's a pretty long time."

"I know," Eren says, his smile fond and affectionate. So full of love. Levi almost can't believe it's all for him. "I knew I was in for the long run the second I saw you."

Levi flushes. It's hard to stay normal under that gaze he loves so much. "You just knew that? There were hundreds of people around me."

"There were people too?" Eren pretend-gasps.

Wow.

"It was love at first sight," Eren adds sweetly, grinning in that cute, boyish way of his that sends Levi's heart into a damn erratic spiral. Will it ever stop? Probably not.

"I didn't believe in that nonsense until you…" Levi murmurs, pressing another kiss to Eren's lips. "You've managed to change my mind about a lot of things." Love, for one. Levi can confidently say he sees a future with Eren, a long one. In fact, he doesn't see himself ever being with anyone else, ever loving anyone else, either. It's Eren, or nothing. Levi knows that, now. So, with that in mind… "Would you be open to finally getting introduced to my friends?"

"Yeah," Eren says. "Of course. I want to meet everyone who's important to you."

"You're important to me," Levi smiles fondly, turning his head to kiss the inside of Eren's palm. "And… I want everyone I know to know that."

He already knows that if Hanji harbors any grudge toward him for waiting this long, it'll evaporate the second he reveals Eren's identity.

"You're so sweet," Eren coos, thumbs brushing against Levi's cheeks. "I want everyone to know, too. Though they already do. I never stop 'yapping' about you, as Jean says."

Levi's brows arch. "You yap about me? I dare not ask, but… what do you say?"

"Anything. Everything," Eren chuckles. "I just like talking about you."

"I want to talk about you…" Levi mumbles, "your pretty eyes, your pretty lips, how you make me feel… I guess I've been afraid," he sighs, pressing another kiss to Eren's palm, "that sharing you with others would somehow jinx what we have. It's stupid, isn't it?"

Eren shakes his head, leaning forward to kiss Levi's forehead. "No. Nothing you feel could ever be stupid."

"You're just biased, but thank you." Levi presses another lingering kiss to Eren's lips. "Will you stay for breakfast?"

Eren nods, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "I'll stay for as long as you want me to," he says, saying the right words, as always. "Until 4 pm, though, because I have practice and I was late the last two times I was supposed to be there at 4…"

Levi flushes, clearing his throat and looking away. "And whose fault is that? You turned me on with your… your everything, and just expected me to let you leave?"

Eren laughs. Ugh, it's such a beautiful sound. "It's all my fault for being so nefarious."

"Exactly," Levi leans closer to steal another kiss, "all your fault and you're going to pay for it very generously before you leave."

"Oh? And how would you like me to pay, hmm?"

Levi smiles. "Don't you want breakfast before you start asking questions like that?"

Eren stares at him, with clear hunger in his eyes. "Can you be my breakfast?"

"Eren…" Levi chuckles. "I doubt I'll be as nourishing as an actual meal, but… you know I won't say no." Not when those eyes send such warmth flooding through him.

"You're more nourishing to me than a meal," Eren insists, laying Levi down before he hovers over him, the look in his eyes only intensifying, sending tantalizing heat through Levi's body. "Let me eat you."

Oh.

Fuck.

Levi takes a deep breath, looking away from the intensity of Eren's eyes. But that doesn't change how fucking hard he is or the fact that breakfast will now pushed be back by an hour or more.

Still, when has he ever been able to turn down a request like that from Eren? It's a miracle Levi manages to keep his hands to himself as much as he already does.

"Then get to it," he whispers, spreading his legs slowly and watching the look in Eren's eyes shift from hunger to pure lust. There's something addictive in seeing how those pupils dilate, as if Levi is truly something so delectable that Eren can't imagine not having a taste of.

Eren doesn't waste another second before lowering his head and putting his enthusiastic mouth on him. Everything else after that is a delicious blur, and Levi manages to cum untouched from Eren's fingers and tongue alone.

He's never doubted Eren's capabilities or his unwavering eagerness when it comes to pulling Levi completely apart, and every time, he does so very successfully.

It's Levi turn to take Eren apart, now. He rides Eren until he's a whining, moaning mess, panting out Levi's name, because why let all that prep go to waste?

In the end, Levi loses count of how many times they both cum.

By the time he makes it into the kitchen, his thighs are trembling and his legs unsteady.

It's a rushed, busy morning, as it is most days. But Levi enjoys it. All the noise and clutter that Eren's brought into his otherwise bleak and quiet life. More and more of his things have found their way into Levi's home. Whether it be clothes, or sheet music or guitar picks, Levi loves it. Even when Eren's gone, it's as if he's still here. All the colors he's painted Levi's world with.

Levi loves him for it.

So damn much.

It takes Levi three weeks to work up the courage to ask Hanji out for lunch. He'd hoped that at some point he'd be able to introduce Eren and Hanji so that when it comes to the holidays or special events, he wouldn't have to evade Hanji and lie. Clearly, he hadn't managed that.

Enough time has passed and he's avoided the topic of Eren far too much. With the holidays coming up, it'll be terribly awkward if he turns down seeing or spending time with Hanji because he's too busy with Eren. The secret will catch up to him and as nonchalant as Hanji is, surely it will hurt.

He has to come clean.

Now.

"You're weirdly quiet," Hanji breaks him out of his thoughts, suddenly reminding him that he has company to his overthinking.

"Huh? Oh…"

He looks down into his barely touched croissant and heaves a sigh. The nerves are getting to him. He practiced what he'd tell them before they'd arrived to the outdoor cafe near their work (their favorite place), but the moment Hanji had arrived all the words just… flurried away.

It's fine. He can do this.

"I actually called you out today for uh… tell you something."

That's a terrible start. Fuck.

"Shorty, I already know you're gay."

Levi deadpans, throwing a fry at Hanji. "Not that."

"I know I know," Hanji holds up their hands in surrender, laughing it off.

He can do this.

"I've been seeing someone."

There, half the bandaid's been ripped off.

Sort of.

Fuck, he can see the gears turning in their head as they stare.

And stare.

And stare.

"Oh!" Hanji exclaims. "You want me to react!"

His brows draw together in a moment of confusion before he fixes Hanji with a very unimpressed look. "You… knew?"

"Levi," Hanji reaches across the table, gently patting his hand, "how would I not know? We've been spending much less time together, and every time we talk, you've got your head in the clouds."

"I don't have my—"

"Worst of all…" Hanji grins, pointing at his neck, "you have these massive bruises on you. It's super duper hard pretending they're not there! So either you're getting beaten up in your sleep, falling down the stairs every single day and somehow landing on your neck, or you're getting plowed within an inch of your life."

"Okay okay," he flushes, his sharp intake of breath turning into an awkward cough, "that's…well…"

"I'm happy for you!" Hanji grabs his hand, shaking it vigorously. "So why all the secrecy? I thought maybe he was just a lay at first but, you don't do that…"

"No," Levi sighs, looking down at the table guiltily, "we're pretty… serious. I want to introduce him to Isabel and Farlan, too. They'll be coming back for the holidays and my birthday, and…"

Hanji smiles. "You've never introduced anyone to those two."

"I know. I just…"

"What?" Hanji leans back, grabbing their cup of coffee. "Did you think it wouldn't last?"

Right on the nose.

Of course.

Hanji knows him too well.

He frustratedly scratches at his arm. He doesn't want to dive deep into not wanting to share Eren, or his fears that the relationship would've fallen apart, either because he was too boring for Eren, or for some other reason people usually end up falling apart for. Maybe he just irrationally feared the second he shared what made him happy, everything would just fade away and he'd be left alone to his colorless world that only burst with life because of Eren.

It's too much.

Still, he supposes he can say, "I just… wanted our peace to last, you know? I wanted him to be mine before I… shared him with others. It doesn't help that he's… known."

Hanji raises a brow. "Known? What, are you dating some influencer?"

"Sort of…? You could say he influences people…"

"Oh! That's—"

"…with his music."

Silence falls. Hanji stares at him, narrowing their gaze. Levi quietly sips from his coffee as the gears once again begin to turn.

"Wait… that scandal a while back… " Their face goes from confused, to absolute shock to… honestly, Levi doesn't even know what. He wasn't even aware the human face could morph into such shapes.

"Levi…" Hanji starts.

He sets his cup down. "Yes."

"No."

"Yeah…"

"Is he big?"

"Ye—what?"

Hanji grins, throwing a crumpled napkin at him. "You slut, you've been fucking the rockstar of my favorite band EVER, and you didn't tell me?!"

Levi shrinks in his seat. "I wanted to. I really did. I just… kept putting it off."

Hanji shakes their head. "Unbelievable. Oh my god, so the scandal…"

Levi grimaces. That fucking debacle. "Not real. I didn't even know the guy until the concert. I got so mad, I kind of… raged at him… in his DMs…"

Hanji's laughs can probably be heard all the way down the street. Others in nearby tables turn to look at them. Levi groans, trying not to make eye contact with any of them as he kicks Hanji under the table.

"Lower your noise, shitty four eyes."

"I'm sorry! I just," they stop mid giggle, "I can't, what are the odds? Holy shit, Eren Jaeger? Really?"

Levi flushes. "Yes. I… yes. I love him."

Beyond that, even. God, Levi can really see… forever with that man. That crazy fucking man who casually responded to his hateful messages, unbothered and even somehow charmed by Levi's spiteful and prickly self.

"This is huge!" Hanji smiles, reaching over to take his hand, "I mean it. Jokes aside… I knew something had changed. You looked, I dunno, different. Happier. I've never seen you like that."

Probably not. Levi's been going through the motions for so long, he'd forgotten what it felt like to… feel anything outside of his routine. Eren was a storm that swept him off his path, a whirlwind of unpredictability and so much chaos.

And Levi loves him for it.

His days have so much life and color to them thanks to Eren and his lively presence. Levi can't imagine what his days would be like without Eren. He doesn't want to.

"I didn't think it was possible," he admit quietly, "to feel like this about another person. I want to do everything with him. I want to be around him, all the time. We don't even have to be doing anything, I just… I can't explain it. He soothes me. Just knowing he's there is enough."

"Oh Levi….you're gonna make me cry." Hanji whines, shaking his hand. "Not sure I'll survive meeting him though…."

Levi snorts. "I want you to two meet, though."

"I have to go away for a few weeks for work, but afterwards? I'm so grilling him."

"Promise me you'll go easy?"

"Only if he signs my ass."

Levi deadpans.

"Jokes!!!"

"Right…."

Their lunch continues like that, going for much longer than intended. Hanji asks just about every question under the sun about how the relationship started, how it's going now and various other… extremely personal questions Levi doesn't feel comfortable answering.

It makes it worse that they're in public. Still, he's relieved. This could have gone so much worse. Hanji could have gotten very upset (rightfully so) that Levi had kept something so important a secret for months.

But that's not the case at all, and Levi's relieved.

Now that this is tackled, there's the concern of telling Isabel and Farlan before they travel back here for his birthday….

Hm.

He could surprise them, too.

Yeah.

Yeah, he'll do that.

The rest of the month passes rather slowly until Christmas fast approaches. Hanji’s conference ends two days before the planned dinner party, which gives them time to decide on when Hanji will be dropping by. Despite Hanji wanting to spend his birthday with him, ultimately they decide that it'll be better to have the dinner party on Christmas Eve. Especially since every Christmas Day, Hanji and Moblit travel to see Moblit's family. And frankly, Levi wants to spend his birthday just with Eren.

To Eren’s credit, he helps Levi as much as he can with the dinner planning and decorating the apartment between practice and doing social media lives and other marketing events he has to do with the band for the holidays.

Levi also discusses with Isabel and Farlan about where they’ll be staying, and even though he begrudgingly offers up his apartment, they refuse him and opt for a hotel.

Levi can’t say he’s not relieved. With how much him and Eren make use of their personal space, it’d be frankly hell to have another couple staying with them. He’s sure they also share his sentiment.

Eren had left early that morning (after some stalling of course), but he said he’ll be back from practice earlier to help him set things up for dinner.

With nothing else to do for the rest of the day, Levi has ended up staying in the kitchen and preparing food and stress baking for the most part.

It’s just a dinner, he's tried to tell himself. It’ll be a nice dinner party with his closest friends and the man he can’t imagine his life without.

There’s no better way to spend this time.

The year before he’d been alone, because Hanji and Moblit ended up on going to vacation elsewhere and even though they insisted multiple times he should go with them, he had downright refused.

There’s nothing worse than going on a trip with a couple. So he worked, since Isabel and Farlan were also busy visiting Farlan's family.

But this time around…

He’s going to be surrounded by people who are extremely important to him. It has to go perfectly.

When Eren gets home, the first thing he does is jump in the shower and it takes everything in Levi not to jump in there with him and try to unwind from the day. Because if he does that, they'll be in there for at least an hour and that's when Hanji and Moblit are to arrive. The hotel is farther away from the studio, so it's likely that Isabel and Farlan will join them later. Which….

All the better.

This'll give Hanji all the time they need to freak out about Eren and get it out of the way without any instigating from Farlan or Isabel, and—

"Hi."

A warm pair of arms suddenly wrapping around his waist draw his attention away from the plates he's been setting up. Almost instantly he relaxes in Eren's hold. Soft lips trace along his jaw, leaving him flustered and heated for more. But no. They don't have time for this. The tea will be ready soon, he needs to set the table and….

Fuck.

He needs to relax. It's just a dinner.

"Don't start something we won't be able to finish," Levi warns, "I'd rather Hanji's first impression of you not be of your boner."

"I can be quick," Eren murmurs, trailing kisses down to his neck. Levi doesn't believe him for a second.

"Liar," he chuckles, though unconvincingly, with how close to a moan it sounded like. "Once we start, we're at it for hours. If we look sexed up, Hanji will not refrain from any questions."

"I don't care about their questions," Eren boldly declares, teeth grazing against Levi's neck. "You should see the out of pocket questions I get daily in my DMs."

Levi's eyes narrow, but he bites his tongue, humming noncommittally under his breath. "Oh? What sort of DMs?"

"Shit like… asking how long my dick is, or asking if I'm interested in the strong pussy grip they have to offer," Eren replies, lightly biting at the sensitive skin.

Levi groans, leaning into Eren's touch. His mind splits between his petty jealousy and the very nice, tingling sensations that are beginning to spread through his body.

"I'm afraid they'll never know," Levi murmurs, "because that dick is mine and the only grip you're interested in, is mine."

"I know," Eren smirks against his neck. Oh, that devious man definitely knows what he's doing and the effect it has on Levi. "Do you know what I tell them?"

Levi tilts his head to catch sight of Eren’s eyes. Those beautiful, mischievous eyes that intensify the pit of fire in his gut. "I’m listening…"

"I tell them I already have a hot piece of ass at home I like to pound into," Eren grins, looking so stupidly proud of himself.

Levi isn't sure if he's flustered, pleased, or exasperated. He's sure his expression gives a mix of all three, but ultimately he smiles, shaking his head fondly. Only Eren could spout those string of words and evoke absolute adoration from Levi. "You really tell people that? It's a miracle you don't have more scandals…"

Eren shrugs. "Things die down a bit when we're not on tour. I mean, people are still crazy, but our private lives aren't put on blast. Otherwise we'd be fucked every time we go out."

"I doubt that would stop you from being bold." Levi turns and gently cups Eren's cheek. "So, you're out here telling people about my ass?"

Frankly? It's astonishing his little secret didn't break out and reach Hanji before he told them considering how closely they follow everything with the band.

"I tell them about your dick, too," Eren grins.

"Do you now?" Levi snorts, leaning closer to press his lips to Eren's. "So people out there know about my ass and my dick. I feel very loved."

Eren holds him close, nuzzling his cheek. "You are loved. A lot. You know I want to tell the world."

"I do…" Levi trails soft kisses over Eren's cheek, his jaw, his neck. "I wouldn't… say no to it," he adds, "if you wanted to."

Eren stills for a moment, pulling away to look at him. "Really?"

"Yes, I…." Levi sighs, cupping Eren's cheek. "I love you. If you wanted to share this with the world, share us… I'd like that. I wanted you to meet the people I consider my family first, I didn't want them finding out through social media freaks roasting me or something," he rolls his eyes, "but after tonight… if you wanted to publicly declare your love for my ass, I'd say go for it."

Eren's lips stretch into a grin, a smile so bright it shines in his eyes. "Oh, I know just the picture I'll post."

"Fucking hell," Levi deadpans, squeezing Eren's face, "what picture?"

"It's not one of those pictures, don't worry," Eren laughs, "it's when we went to the aquarium and we asked that nice old lady to take a picture of us. I'm behind you with my arms wrapped around your waist. You have a cute little smile on it."

Oh.

Levi flushes, humming quietly under his breath. He remembers that day as vividly as if it had been yesterday. He had taken off work for two whole days to spend time with Eren. They hadn’t been able to decide where to go or what to do, so Eren had the genius idea of putting a bunch of suggestions on small slips of paper, ruffling it in a bowl and then picking one out.

That’s how they ended up in the aquarium. The date idea solidified even more to Eren when Levi declared he never had been to an aquarium.

They spent the day exploring the massive facilities, playing silly games they offered on site and Eren even won him a penguin. Apparently the money from those games went to supporting the aquarium. It was all… very wholesome fun.

He’s still extremely fond of Eren attempting to remember the names of all the penguins. Just as he’s still fond of how soft Eren had been asking if he wanted to take a picture, how gentle he’d been when he’d wrapped his arms around Levi’s waist.

Levi had completely melted and blacked out for the photo, overwhelmed by the fluttering in his chest and the warmth surrounding him.

"I enjoyed that day," he finally says, tracing Eren’s jaw fondly with his thumb, "it was probably then that I realized… I want more days like that one. With you. I already knew I couldn't get enough of you, but…" He flushes, "I wanted more."

"You can have more," Eren smiles, gently kissing Levi's finger. "You can have anything you want."

"You," Levi replies with ease, leaning in to brush his lips against Eren's, "more of you. All the days with you. More silly dinner parties even though they stress me out."

Eren chuckles, kissing his nose. "You have nothing to be stressed out. I'll be on my best behavior, promise."

"You better be," Levi leans in, pressing a fond kiss to the corner of Eren's mouth. "Hanji will be here in five minutes. Do you need to get any making out out of your system?"

"Oh, yes," Eren grins before he cups Levi's face and crashes his lips on his, earning himself a muffled groan from Levi. Fuck. If they didn’t have this dinner right now, Levi would yank Eren into the bedroom, toss him onto the bed and have his way with him until his dick couldn’t cum anymore.

Fuck.

Levi’s skin flushes unbearably as he wraps his arms around Eren’s neck, walking him back against the counter and sucking on his lower lip with more force than intended.

"Eren," he breathes out, digging his fingers through Eren’s hair, tugging at the strands, "I—"

"Levi!" Hanji’s muffled shrieks from behind the door interrupt him. Seconds later heavy knocks come and Levi groans, burying his face in Eren’s chest. Fuck.

Quickly he pulls away, taking a few, deep breaths and running his hands down his face. He gives Eren a look over, his gaze falling to his crotch.

"After they leave, you better fuck my brains out."

He doesn’t wait for Eren’s reply, though he does note the smirk on his pretty lips as he takes his hand and drags him along. Just as he opens the door, Hanji is suddenly jumping in and throwing their arms around his neck.

"You’re alive! You—oh…”

Levi doesn’t have to look to know Hanji is staring at Eren.

"You and I are going to talk," Hanji starts, "and then… I’d appreciate a signature on my chest."

Eren raises a brow. "On your chest?"

"No, no," Moblit steps forward, laughing nervously and grabbing Hanji by the scruff of their neck to pull them back. "None of that."

Hanji whines. "Whatever. Can you at least tell me about the hot sex you two have?"

Levi blushes profusely. "You asked enough questions about that. Go sit, I’ll bring the tea."

“Again, apologies," Moblit smiles awkwardly, dragging Hanji into the living room.

Sigh.

Levi regards Eren. "You sure you’re ready? Because that’s not about to simmer down any time soon."

Eren laughs, wrapping an arm around Levi's shoulders and pressing a kiss to his temple. "You forget I deal with crazy fans every day. This is nothing."

"Fair, but… don’t underestimate Hanji. You’ll regret it."

He leans up to press a quick kiss to Eren’s cheek. While he sets out the tea cups, he orders Eren to cut the cake and to leave out two extra slices for Isabel and Farlan when they arrive. Naturally, they get distracted, with Eren shooting him sultry looks now and again that are extremely distracting when Levi’s trying to pour the tea.

It’s a miracle they make it out of the kitchen without any injuries.

"I can smell the pheromones from here," Hanji teases as Levi sets the cups down. Instantly, he flushes, "quite a love story you two have," they continue, eyeing Eren.

"I've been told it happened because you dragged Levi to my concert," Eren grins, "so, thank you for that."

Hanji grins back, shooting Levi a stupid look. "See? Your gay love story happened because of me."

Levi rolls his eyes, pushing over the tea and cake. Moblit quietly thanks him, but Hanji pays no mind to the obvious attempt at distraction.

"You know you’re the first serious relationship he’s ever had?" Hanji continues with a smirk. "You must be real special."

"I know," Eren smiles, gently taking Levi's hand into his own. "He's very special to me too."

This conversation will be the death of him. Still, Levi takes a sharp breath, squeezing Eren's hand to ground himself. It feels good to have his unwavering presence beside him.

"Ugh," Hanji groans, "you two are so cute it's hard to play the part of the investigative best friend, stop being good!" They point an accusatory finger at Eren. "Now is where I threaten to kill you horribly and hide your body if you ever break up."

Levi chokes on his tea. "Hanji."

"No, I agree," Eren says, lacing his fingers with him and bringing them to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. "No point in living if I can't be with Levi."

Wow.

"Is this a proposal?" Hanji shriek-whispers.

Levi barely registers it, staring at Eren… completely bewildered. "When will you stop?" He asks quietly, squeezing Eren's hand. "Every time I think I've gotten used to you and the easy way you sweep me away, you go and say something else…"

And it's doing criminal things to his racing heart right now. So much so that he doesn't care that they have an audience.

"I don't think it's possible for me to stop," Eren smiles, his gaze so impossibly soft as it regards Levi.

Fuck. Levi leans closer, pressing to Eren's in a quick kiss. Hanji's giggles are the only thing that have him pulling away.

"Ugh, I better be invited to the wedding," Hanji mumbles.

Levi flushes, looking to Eren. "Well, that's a bit ways away, but…"

He really wouldn't mind. All this time spent photographing couples, he never thought he'd be someone on the other end of the camera…

And now, he can actually picture it.

Eren leans closer, gently kissing his cheek before he whispers in Levi's ear. "Don't tell them that, but no one's invited to our wedding. I'm not sharing you with anyone."

Fuck. Levi sucks in his breath, avoiding looking at Hanji as he turns his attention to Eren, his traitorous eyes drifting down to the lips he so desperately wants to claim. "I don't want to share you with anyone either," he admits in a quiet whisper.

"Oi oi, what are you two whispering about?" Hanji inquires, dramatically pointing at the both of them.

Moblit lowers their hands. "Honey, it's rude to point."

Eren doesn't seem to mind it in the slightest. "We're talking about all the hot sex we'll have once you leave."

Wow.

What happened to Eren being on his "best behavior"?

"Wait I want to know—" Hanji’s ramble is interrupted by a knock to the door. Thank god. If Levi has to sit here and listen to Eren talking about the hot sex they’ll have, he’ll just end up hard. Gently he squeezes Eren’s hand, getting up and heading over to the front door.

Sigh. More trouble.

The door is barely open before Isabel comes barrelling through, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Levi bro!"

Farlan comes in after her. "Sorry we’re late, hope we didn’t miss out on much."

Levi clears his throat, patting Isabel’s shoulder and pulling away. "Not much. Hanji and Moblit are here, and…."

"There’s someone else?" Isabel asks excitedly, taking off her coat to hang.

Levi doesn’t say anything, wordlessly following them to the living room where Hanji is… measuring Eren’s arm?

"Who the fuck is this?" Farlan is the first to break the silence.

Levi clears his throat. "You two, this is my… partner. Eren."

"Partner like….in business? In crime…?" Farlan lists with an arched brow. "There’s lots of types of partners."

"Partner in bed more like…" Hanji grins.

Isabel gasps. "You finally got a boyfriend?!" She squeals, rushing over to Eren to shake his hand. "It’s so nice to meet you!"

Eren flashes her one of his best smiles. "Hi. Yes. I'm the boyfriend. You must be Isabel."

Isabel gasps. "You know me!"

"The boyfriend, huh?" Farlan repeats, sitting down beside Moblit with a smirk. And so it begins. "Never heard of you."

Levi heaves a sigh, taking his seat beside Eren. "Don't be a dick, Farlan. This wasn't something I wanted to talk about over the phone."

"He's also a rockstar," Hanji whispers unhelpfully.

Isabel's brows quirk and she eyes Eren. "Really? Do I know you? Does this mean we can ask for perks?"

Eren grins. "What perks do you want?"

"Backstage passes!" Hanji immediately blurts out.

Levi groans. "No. You're not using him to be a freak."

Isabel pouts. "So no backstage passes?"

"It would definitely be a good way to win the friends over," Farlan remarks, mischief written all over his face. Levi had first heard the ridiculous phrase 'rage-bait' from Hanji and frankly, if such a stupid fucking phrase was personified, it'd be Farlan and his instigating.

Ugh, at least he's sort of behaving.

"So," Farlan continues, "I hear rockstars have rather short relationships."

Never mind.

What a fucking psychotic segue. Levi shoots Farlan a glare Farlan promptly ignores, staring at Eren with a devilish look in his eyes. Of course he's enjoying this, that little—

"You should've been here earlier, then," Eren casually replies, unbothered, "we were talking about our wedding."

Isabel gasps. "There's gonna be a wedding?!"

Even Farlan's caught off guard. "What? How long have you two been together?"

Levi clears his throat. "Almost a year."

"I call maid of honor!" Isabel jumps, nearly spilling her tea.

Levi flushes. "You're jumping ahead…"

"This is… definitely a surprise," Farlan mumbles, "and here you were, claiming you'd never settle down."

"People change," Levi's eyes find Eren's just as his hands finds his, "I happened to find my person."

Their supposed wedding they have never talked about before is definitely not what he thought they'd be talking about tonight. He blames Hanji for bringing it up in the first place. Though, it isn't like he hadn't… thought of it. Maybe not a wedding per se, but… yes, he's thought of spending forever with Eren.

Forever… and more.

"Why are you being such a downer," Isabel elbows Farlan. "Levi bro deserves a big nice wedding! Be nice."

"I'm not being a downer!" Farlan scoffs. "I'm asking very important questions. Since," he shoots a smirk toward Eren, "we'll be bros in law. Obviously, I'll be giving away Levi."

Levi scoffs. "Huh? Where did you—"

"No!" Hanji smacks Farlan. "It'll be me!"

Moblit groans audibly.

Levi turns to Eren. "I apologize. I'm hoping eating will calm them. Want to help me with dinner?"

"Sure," Eren chuckles, coming to stand and pulling Levi along with him.

Levi casts a glance behind him, watching Isabel and Hanji argue about god knows what and Farlan making Moblit notably uncomfortable. Good, they're all distracted with each other. He drags Eren to the kitchen, pinning him to the nearby wall and connecting their lips into a deep kiss.

"Sorry," he mumbles, "just really missed doing that."

Eren grins against his mouth, taking hold of Levi's hips before he lifts him up and seats him on the counter, slipping in between his legs with ease. "What are you apologizing for?" he asks as he leaves a series of kisses along Levi's jack, trailing down to his neck. "I was itching to pull you in my lap."

"Fuck…" Levi groans, tilting his neck to the side to allow Eren more space, against his better judgement. "Once we start, we can't stop. You should know how we are by now…"

Even this is toeing along a dangerous line. A line that Levi wants to cross extremely badly. It's just one night, you'd think he'd have better self control. And yet…

Not when it comes to Eren.

"I want to say I would've kept it PG-13, but that would've been a lie," Eren murmurs against his neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. "I can't have you on my dick and not get hard."

Goddamn it. Levi feels himself twitching, his insides pulsating with need.

"You're making me hard now," he whispers, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Eren's head. "Fuck. I didn't bring you here just for an impromptu makeout session, I do actually need help with the plates…"

"That can wait five minutes…" Eren mumbles against his skin, hand snaking between them to palm at Levi's erection. God, Levi can feel that devious smirk against his neck. He should reprimand him, remind him that they have guests, that they—

"Wow," Levi suddenly hears from behind him and he freezes, his grip tightening on Eren's shoulders. He's pretty sure his erection dies. "When you have guests in the living room, Levi? I'm impressed." Farlan teases, leaning against the doorway.

Levi scoffs, his flushed cheeks burning all the more. "Why are you here?"

Farlan hums. "Classic evasion. Isabel wanted more cake. I told her she shouldn't have so much before dinner. So here I am, getting her more cake. Love. Now I might have to go back and tell her the cake might have more than frosting on it."

Levi deadpans. "You're a fucking idiot."

Farlan holds his hands up in surrender, smirking. "Hey, I'm not judging, just impressed. Didn't think you had it in you. Well, I'm sure there's something else that'd been in y—"

"Enough," Levi groans, "begone. Get the others to the table."

Farlan mocks a salute, leaving both him and Eren in the awkward silence.

"Sorry," he sighs, "he's… just like that."

Eren laughs. "Actually, I'm relieved he seems amused. He seemed a little… jealous, earlier. Didn't know if I had to fight, or something. Kinda didn't want to have to punch your childhood friend…"

"He baits," Levi rolls his eyes, "he's just like that. I've never had a serious relationship, I just…" he sighs, looking down between them, "I didn't warn them either. He probably did want to see if you'd punch or not. It's my fault for wanting to keep you all to myself." He looks up, smiling the slightest and gently cupping Eren's cheek. "I'd like a continuation of this… later. I liked where it was going."

"Yeah?" Eren grins. "We can kick them all out if you want and I can fuck you against the counter."

"Right, let's kick them out for the Christmas dinner I've been planning for weeks," Levi chuckles, pressing another kiss to Eren's lips, "think you can hold out for a few hours? We can fuck against this counter and every other counter in the house for as long as you want after."

Eren hums appreciatively, a dangerous, hungry look on his eyes. "For as long as I want?"

Fuck. How is he supposed to survive dinner?

Levi slips off the counter, nodding. "Yes." He cups Eren's chin, dragging him down for a light kiss. "As long as you want. Consider it your gift."

"My gift?" Eren asks, his devious hand coming to cup Levi's ass.

"Eren…" Levi warns, and yet a smile still threatens to break across his face. "Yes. Smack a bow on my head and call me your Christmas gift. Will that be enough to get you to behave?"

Because seriously if he doesn't, dinner be damned.

Eren hums in reponse, trailing kisses down Levi's jaw, teeth grazing at the skin when he reaches his neck. Fuck.

But then Eren abruptly pulls away, a devilish smirk on his lips before he presses a gentle kiss to Levi's forehead. "I'm messing with you. I can behave."

Fuck. Levi's not sure if he can behave.

It’s fine. They can make it through this.

Though everything pretty much after is a blur. Levi doesn’t register for a single moment how they manage to prepare the plates and set the table. But here they are, there's food on the table, there's drinks, and nothing is a mess. But Levi's memories? Blank. Especially since the entire time all he did was stare at Eren.

Hard not to, especially in those pants—

"Finally," Hanji plops down, "I’m starving!"

"You and me both," Isabel takes a seat, immediately snatching a bread roll.

"Well I’m sure you both would love to know why it took so long," Farlan starts, smirking way too smugly.

Levi scowls. “Keep talking and you’ll eat out of a dog bowl."

"Someone didn’t get their fill—"

"Please," Moblit coughs, "I’d like to eat without thinking about that."

"What? Jizz?" Hanji supplies, unhelpfully.

Levi shakes his head, taking his seat beside Eren. "Feeling the holiday spirit?"

"I always knew Christmas was my favourite holiday," Eren says, amused smile and all.

"Oh?" Levi smiles. "Why? Because you'd get gifts?" He can only imagine a baby Eren running around wreaking havoc, demanding to open his presents.

"No," Eren replies, taking Levi's hand underneath the table. "Because it's when you were born."

Oh.

As always, he’s struck speechless. Somehow, Eren does it very well. Levi can’t only stare at him, dumbfounded, as he tries to find the right words to say.

"The bread’s really good!" Isabel compliments.

"Yeah…" Levi mumbles absently, his eyes unable to tear away from Eren. How could he possibly ever look away?

"You have to make me some," Isabel continues, the words probably directed at Farlan.

Hanji says something else that Levi doesn’t catch. They’re all laughing about something now, but all he can focus on is the warm feel of Eren’s hand in his own as he gently squeezes it.

"I haven’t enjoyed myself like this in years," he murmurs, just for Eren to hear, "thank you… for being here."

"You're very welcome," Eren whispers back, bringing his hand to his lips to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

Levi is so unbelievably in love. It’s hard to focus on much of anything else other than the fluttering in his chest he’s done his best to get used to ever since they met.

The rest of the dinner goes by smoothly and somewhat less chaotically than earlier, now that Hanji’s gotten it out of their system. Farlan and Isabel talk about visiting her family and both of them promise to drop by tomorrow for his birthday before they have to head back. Levi doesn’t really care, this dinner is more than enough.

He’s never had a Christmas dinner with a boyfriend before. Birthdays and Christmases hadn’t been all that special either, not since his mother passed anyway. Christmas certainly loses its spark after that.

But looking around the table, Levi can see himself doing this for many years to come, especially if the very same warm hand currently holding onto his own continues to hold onto him.

Everything is perfect.

Even though Hanji’s returns to causing a ruckus and asking too many questions, like ‘have you two ever fucked on this table’ and Isabel only enables, though Levi enjoys every moment of the dinner. Even Farlan’s unnecessary comments are funny, somehow. With the tension from the day easing away, he’s able to actually… be there, with the group.

Eren’s hand does become a bit of a distraction, stroking his thigh absently, getting higher and higher as if he won’t notice, but he doesn’t mind.

By the time the dinner comes to an end and everyone reluctantly piles out of the house at midnight sharp (so they can wish him a happy birthday), Levi’s exhausted. He grumbles as he piles the dishes into the kitchen, wondering if he can just leave this to deal with tomorrow morning, but…

Then Eren gives him a look, a very heated look, and Levi knows without a doubt that there’s no point in debating what to with the dishes, because Eren’s already decided.

As he tugs Levi into a deep, possessive kiss, he murmurs, ‘for as long as I want’.

Levi allows those hungry lips to consume him, pinning him to the counter to continue exactly where they had left off. Despite Levi having particular feelings about how unsanitary all of this is to do in a kitchen space, the moment Eren bends him over the counter and digs his tongue inside of him, all those thoughts fly out the window.

Minutes blur into hours as Eren spends every painstaking second taking him apart, only to put him back together with each orgasm he drags out of him.

Levi has never felt as worshipped as he does than when they’re together in moments like this. Nothing else matters but them. Eren’s lips claim his over and over in kisses that leave him flushed and heaving, grinding helplessly for friction despite how overstimulated he already is.

By the time Eren finally slips inside, Levi’s close to blacking out. It’s certainly an experience he won’t forget. The bruising grip to his hips that’ll bloom for days, the bites and kisses that leave his neck and chest pulsating and god, the throbbing between his legs with each snap of Eren’s hips that sends his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

His skin burns and simmers for more, his heart beating in such erratic beats that he’s sure Eren’s heart mirrors.

Levi doesn’t know how long they go at it, but at some point he finds himself on his side in bed, half asleep, Eren’s arm draped over his waist and lingering, tantalizing kisses tracing down his spine.

Levi sinks into the comfort of the feeling, his entire body buzzing as he nestles deeper into Eren’s chest.

This is it.

True happiness.

When Levi blinks awake, he hisses at the morning light. Fuck, how long has he slept? He really should remember to close the drapes, but they’d been so… preoccupied, he'd completely forgotten. Groaning, he turns to bury his face in Eren’s chest, keeping his eyes firmly closed only to find the space beside him empty.

Lifting his head, he frowns and looks around the room. Eren wouldn’t just leave without waking him first. Unless he did and Levi was too far gone to register it…

Still.

He slowly gets out of bed, groaning when a particular sharp pang of pain travels up his back. Fucking Eren and his death grip. Still, he smiles fondly as he drapes a robe lazily over his shoulders, walking out into the living room, only to freeze when he comes upon Eren on the couch, holding his guitar and looking... divine.

"What are you doing?" Levi asks with a smile, walking closer. "Don’t you look lovely. How long have you been out here?"

"Not too long," Eren smiles. "I was waiting for you."

"Oh?" Levi smiles, taking a seat beside Eren. "Were you practicing or something?"

It's surprising to find Eren practicing out here this early in the morning. Usually when he does, they're still in bed.

"Mhm," Eren nods, his smile so unbelievably fond and soft. "I wrote a song for you."

It takes only a moment for Levi to recall their conversation that one morning, weeks ago. He flushes unbearably red. "You finished it?" He smiles fondly. "I can't believe you actually did that…"

"I did," Eren says, bringing his hand to Levi's cheek, brushing his knuckles against the warm skin. "Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course I want to hear it," Levi chuckles, taking Eren's hand and kissing it tenderly. "Serenade me and maybe you'll be rewarded."

Eren chuckles, quirking a brow. "Just maybe?"

"You know it's never a maybe," Levi smirks, nodding his head at the guitar, "I'll rephrase, play something nice and I'll blow you for breakfast. How's that?"

Eren grins. As always. "Sounds good."

“Go on then," Levi rests against the arm of the couch, motioning at Eren, "sing me a song."

"Yessir," Eren shoots him another heated look that does very little to calm Levi’s heart.

But he behaves himself, because Eren strums the guitar, filling their home with a sweet melody.

It begins just as it had that one morning when he’d woken up to Eren playing it. Though there’s some parts to the melody he doesn’t recognize. It astonishes him that he went from knowing nothing about Eren’s music to being able to tell which notes he had tweaked, added to or removed.

And then Eren starts to sing and it feels as though the very breath has been taken from Levi’s lungs. It takes him a brief moment to realize that the song is…

It’s their story. Levi flushes with every sweet word that comes pouring out of Eren about the sparks that flew between them during their first meet, the chase, the meet… Oh, each carefully constructed verse sends flutters through Levi, rendering him a useless and flustered mess.

Even though he might not be as talented as Hanji when it comes to figuring out the lyrics to their all time favorite band, this song is his. It takes very little to pick apart the sweet references sprinkled through the verse that only Levi would know.

The date at the aquarium. Their first bougie brunch, where they both made fools out of themselves because they couldn't understand jack shit from the French menu. The lazy mornings and the sleepless nights, spent tangled together in messy sheets and a warm bed.

Eren sings of their love, their life, and god, the things that are said about him turn his insides into a melted puddle. Eren doesn't hold back: his lyrics filled with how beautiful Levi is, how his smile makes his heart stutter and how his love brings him to his knees.

Levi can tell the song is coming to an end, the melody mirroring that of the intro and as it begins to come to a close…

"Ooh, Levi, will you marry me?"

So caught up in the moment, Levi nearly misses the last verse. Or was it a question? He blinks, staring at Eren’s smiling face. Holy shit.

"I….are you…" Fuck, he’s not sure if he’s still breathing, "do you mean it?"

It’s a stupid fucking question, but he has to know.

"Yes," Eren replies, looking alarmingly… bashful. His cheeks are red, his hand wrapping a little tighter around his guitar. Levi can sense a faint tremor. Oh, Eren is nervous. "This was… a proposal song."

Oh.

"You will never stop surprising me, will you…" Levi slips closer to Eren on the couch, reaching out to gently take the guitar from Eren to set it down against the couch carefully. Without fear of crushing the guitar, he wraps his arms tightly around Eren's neck. "Of course I'll marry you," he whispers, peppering kisses all over Eren's face, "I want to spend my days being surprised by all the fantastic ways you're you."

Eren smiles, visibly relieved. He wraps his arms around Levi, pulling him into his lap before he gently cups Levi's face into his hands and claims his lips with his own. Levi can feel the smile growing against his lips, the warmth he radiates. "I'm so happy," Eren murmurs, pecking Levi's lips, over and over.

"Like it would’ve been any other answer." Levi chuckles breathlessly, pressing kiss after kiss to Eren’s lips, his cheeks, his head. He’s absolutely buzzing. Is this real? Did this just happen? "I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, but you just had to go and defy my expectations, didn’t you?"

"Yeah," Eren grins, visibly proud.

"I love you, more than you could possibly know." Levi squeezes Eren's face. "And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure that you know."

"Me too," Eren says, his eyes so fond when they regard Levi. "I love you. My Levi. My everything."

The words resonate in him, assuring and safe. There's never a doubt how sincere Eren is when he says these types of things that effortlessly bring him to his knees.

"You've made my days so unpredictable since the second I literally laid eyes on you," Levi murmurs, brushing his lips lovingly to Eren's, "you're my everything."

He didn't know he'd been holding his breath all his life until he met Eren.

Now, he knows what it's like to feel alive.

He can't wait to see all the ways Eren will continue to surprise him and show him what it means to be so loved and so cherished.

And Levi will give all that right back to Eren in the next chapter of their lives.