Chapter Text
Everybody wanted to make videos with renowned gay pornstar Eren Jaeger.
Not that Eren blamed them. After all, he was hot and knew how to fuck, which meant that his videos always did well and they generated a shit ton of money for him and whoever he decided to deem worthy of his cock for that particular film. And so the frequency of which he was accosted by strangers was why he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he received a text from a number he didn’t recognize.
[Unknown]
Wanna do a video together?
Eren stared down at his phone, nonplussed. He received messages like this more often than not. Always from numbers he didn’t have saved in his phone since he only kept contacts that were worthy of going round two with. Either the person contacting him was somebody he fucked in the past for a video that pulled in poor numbers, or this was someone new.
[Eren]
Depends. Do I know you?
[Unknown]
No
Maybe
The name is Levi Ackerman
The name was familiar, but Eren couldn’t put a face to it. He clicked over to the web browser on his phone, went to Pornhub, and typed in Levi Ackerman. A dozen videos popped up and he opened the first one on the list.
Irvin Sinn Fucks Levi’s Tight Hole With Massive Uncut Cock
Eren scoffed. Lame video title. Bet the editing sucks, too.
Still, Eren clicked on the link, more curious than anything. The first thing noticed as the video started was how small Levi was in comparison to Irvin Sinn.
What a dumb name. Not sexy at all.
Despite Eren’s reservations, he couldn’t stop watching. But it was more like he couldn’t stop watching Levi.
The man was absolutely gorgeous. Undeniably perfect. It was utterly unfair how beautiful he was with his striking silver eyes contrasting vividly with pale and flawless skin. How his high cheekbones and lean, yet muscular chest turned pink underneath Irvin’s careful attention. How his flushed nipples peaked when he stuttered a breath and exhaled a shaky moan. How his back arched into Irvin’s cock, quietly begging for it as his silky black hair fell in front of his face and hid his endlessly lustrous eyes.
It wasn’t fair that Irvin Sinn with his dumb fucking name got to fuck such a perfect, pliable angel and Eren didn’t.
That was going to have to be remedied. Fast.
Deciding to be cheeky in an attempt to hide his annoyance, Eren swiped out of the video and opened his messages, typing out his reply.
[Eren]
Idk if you can handle me
[Levi]
Lol
You’re funny
Bet you I can
Eren smiled, all of his annoyance seemingly melting away.
[Eren]
Alright. we can try
Eren accepted without a second thought because, really, there was no need to think about it. Now that he got a preview of it, all he wanted was a taste of Levi’s ass. Besides, with his skills and editing abilities, a video with someone as drop-dead gorgeous as Levi was bound to make him loads of money. Which, at the end of the day, was why he was doing porn to begin with. That, and the sex was fun. But really, he just enjoyed the freedom of being a freelance pornstar without a contract holding his leash. He got to make his own schedule, decide who he wanted to fuck and how he wanted to fuck them. Nobody made the rules but him.
Eren’s phone vibrated with the delivery of a new message.
[Levi]
You’re in Trost, right?
[Eren]
Shiganshina, actually
[Levi]
Fuck. Are you serious? How the hell are you finding partners in fucking Shiganshina? That place is so backwater
Eren smiled at the screen. The guy had a crass way of talking that didn’t really match the pure angelic nature of his features. It was surprising, but not at all off-putting. It made him all the more interesting.
[Eren]
I have my ways
Sometimes the best ass comes from the least suspecting places
[Levi]
Well, fuck, man. Thought you were located in Trost. Can’t make it out to Shiganshina anytime soon
Shit. That wouldn’t do. Even though Eren could easily hit up old partners to make it through the weekend, he wasn’t interested in getting ass from the past. He was far too focused on getting a chance to enjoy all of Levi after sampling a taste of him.
[Eren]
That’s alright. I can fly out to Trost this weekend
[Levi]
Are you kidding? You seriously gonna fly out here for someone you don’t know?
[Eren]
Yeah
We split 70/30 though
[Levi]
BULLSHIT
[Eren]
Hey, I gotta buy a plane ticket and shit. Plus you asked me
[Levi]
60/40
[Eren]
65/35
[Levi]
60/40
[Eren]
That’s not how you negotiate
[Levi]
It’s how I negotiate
Take it or leave it
I have other options. Not like I’m starved for dick
[Eren]
Then why reach out to me?
[Levi]
Is that a serious question?
[Eren]
Indulge me
[Levi]
Maybe I’m just trying to leech off of your fan base. Or maybe I just find you fine as fuck. You can decide whichever it is
[Eren]
I’m gonna go ahead and assume it's both
[Levi]
Mm. maybe
[Eren]
So this weekend, then?
[Levi]
If that works for you, sure
[Eren]
Your place or hotel?
[Levi]
Fuck a hotel. I’m not paying for that shit
My place is fine
I’ll send you my address when you get here
[Eren]
Aw don’t wanna give it to me now? Worried what I might do with such precious information??
[Levi]
I don’t fucking know you like that
This is a job
Nothing more
The smile plastered on Eren’s face fell off as he stared at the last message Levi sent. Nothing more. Well, of course not. Those words really shouldn’t have disappointed him as they did. It was just a job, after all. It wasn’t like they were friends all of a sudden just because they were going to get together and fuck for money. And yet, Eren couldn’t help but feel an uncomfortable pang in his chest at how cold and callous those words were.
So much for being a perfect, pliable angel.
With a shake of his head, he collapsed back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He supposed Levi’s callousness was for the best. After all, Eren always did enjoy a challenge. It was no expectation when it came to men and sex.
When it was obvious the conversation was over, Eren tapped back over to the video he’d pulled up earlier. Without giving it a second thought, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled his half-hard cock into his hand, and jerked off to the sound of Levi’s sweet, melodic moans.
***
The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.
After jacking off to Levi’s video and buying a plane ticket to Trost, he couldn’t get the fair-skinned beauty out of his head. Even when he went out with his friends later that evening and got drunk off his ass, he couldn’t shake the memory of those piercing eyes and that silky baritone voice. Levi was so entrenched into his brain that even in his drunken haze, Eren needed to see him, needed to imagine he was the one fucking him and making him moan and whimper in delightful pleasure. So just like he did earlier that day, he flopped back onto his bed, head rushing with booze and cock heavy with arousal, and pulled up one of Levi’s videos to jerk off to.
Usually, when he was drunk, it took him forever to come. Even when he was actually with someone. But this time he came so fast that it actually took him by surprise.
Fuck. That’s a problem.
It was starting to become evident that if he didn’t get his shit together, he wasn’t going to be able to last when he actually got to fuck Levi’s tight ass for himself. And if that happened, Levi might laugh and scorn him for ruining their session. Or worse, Levi might never want to film another video with Eren ever again.
That couldn’t happen.
The days approaching the weekend, Eren did everything he could to get his head in the game. When he wasn’t working out or hanging with his friends to keep himself distracted, he hooked up with some of his regulars for both a quick update to his OnlyFans and just to get some of the tension out of his dick. But mostly, it helped keep Eren focused on the objective at hand.
It’s just a job. Treat it like one.
Sure, Levi was probably one of the most beautiful players in the porn game, and he had a sharp tongue on him which was just an added bonus as far as Eren was concerned. And sure, Eren thought about him more than was appropriate, but at the end of the day, they weren’t fucking for the fun of it. They were fucking to make money. And when they were done with their video they’d either go their separate ways and never see each other again, or they’d keep in contact and film more videos together.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little… rash?” Armin asked, his soft voice pulling Eren out of his daze.
Armin’s crystal blue eyes peeked over at Eren, carefully inspecting him as they flicked between his face and the road. Eren sat in the passenger’s seat beside his nosey best friend, staring out the windshield at the dozens of cars in front of them as they made their way to Shiganshina airport.
Eren snorted and shook his head, resting his chin against his fist as he sagged in the seat. “Yeah, and what’s new?”
“True,” Armin chuckled, turning his attention back to the road. “But you seem kind of obsessed with this guy and I mean… you hardly know him.”
Eren cut him a sharp look. “I’m not obsessed.”
“I know you’ve watched all his videos, Eren. I also know you’re subscribed to his OnlyFans.”
Eren didn't even question how Armin knew that. Somehow, he just knew everything.
“I’m just doing my research.”
“Oh?” Armin bit back a laugh, doing a poor job of hiding his amusement. “Is that what you call it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do your research like this, let alone spend actual money on watching porn.”
“Why the fuck do you care so much?” Eren groused, turning in his seat so he couldn’t see Armin’s concerned eyes peeking at him every five seconds.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m not gonna get hurt. This is a job. I don’t care about him. Like you said, I don’t even know him.”
“Right…”
“You don't believe me.”
“You just…” Armin sighed. “Remember what happened with Floch?”
Eren’s face lifted up in a sneer. “I don’t like where you’re going with this.”
“I’m just saying that Floch was just a job, too. And you got too physically and emotionally attached. And then you guys fucked so much that he became absolutely obsessed with you. I mean, he almost ruined your career when you tried to cut ties with him. Do you really want that to happen again?”
“No, Armin, I don’t,” Eren scoffed. “But I’m not going to get attached and this guy seems emotionally closed off so he’s definitely not going to become obsessed with me.”
“Good,” he hummed, seemingly put at ease by Eren’s weak reassurance.
Eren bit his tongue, not wanting the words that were really on his mind to slip out. Truth be told, it irked him that Levi was so closed off and reserved. In fact, every time Eren tried to text him to start a conversation, Levi would respond with single-word texts or not reply at all. It made it impossible to tell what the hell the guy was thinking half the time.
With Levi once again dominating his mind (which appeared to be the recurring theme since Wednesday), Eren fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up their text thread. Seeing all of Levi’s single-word replies made him grimace, and yet, he still typed out a message with the high hopes that he’d say something more than a simple okay.
[Eren]
Almost to the airport. Hope you’re ready 😉
After hitting send, Eren balanced his phone in his lap and stared down at the screen, waiting for Levi to respond. It wasn’t until Armin pulled up to the terminal drop-off zone that his phone buzzed.
[Levi]
👍
Eren clenched his teeth, biting back an annoyed growl.
Asshole.
***
Eren had been to Trost plenty of times before, but it was usually to visit his brother Zeke who lived in a fancy downtown loft away from the rampant crime and poverty that Trost was known for. Levi, however, lived on the outskirts of the city, which wasn’t exactly nice. In fact, it was on the verge of being considered run down. Which was surprising because Levi held himself in his videos with such confidence and grace. Due to that, Eren had assumed he was rolling in cash. Though, he supposed it made sense now why he didn’t want to book a hotel for this. Probably couldn’t afford it. However, Eren was starting to wonder if maybe he should have booked a hotel because, from the looks of the outside, Levi’s apartment building wasn’t the nicest. Hopefully, he had a decent enough room to film in. Otherwise, Eren was going to have to splurge for a hotel and he really didn’t want to do that.
Eren slipped out of the Uber, slinging his backpack stuffed with all his personal items and his bag of equipment over his shoulder before trudging up to the front door of the apartment building. There were a handful of people chattering up and down the sidewalks, several cars rumbling by at a snail's pace, and sirens wailing off in the distance. It was louder than Eren would’ve liked, but he supposed if he wanted Levi, he was going to have to deal with the cards he was given.
When he found Levi’s name on the intercom, he rang up to the sixth floor. Not long after, the door unlocked with a deafening buzz, letting Eren in. The inside of the building was dim and musty with old brick lining the walls and faded tile peeling at the corners of the floor. The elevator at the end of the small lobby had a handwritten ‘out of service’ sign taped to the rusting metal. With a heft of his bag and a sigh of annoyance, Eren left behind the broken-down elevators and began his long trudge up six flights of stairs.
When he reached the sixth floor, he was met with a narrow hallway with several doors labeled with painted gold letter placards. At the very end was the man Eren saw every time he closed his eyes peeking out from behind the door, sharp eyes catching with his, making his spine tingle under his intense stare.
Fuck. He’s even more beautiful in person.
Eren swallowed down the nervous lump in his throat and began his short journey down the hallway. When he drew closer, Levi straightened up and leaned against the doorframe, still not opening it up all the way, as if he wasn’t sure whether to trust Eren or not.
“Hey,” Eren said, uncertainty flaring up in his chest. There was something intimidating about Levi’s aura, something that Eren wasn’t used to contending with. Usually, he had no problems with meetings like this. And yet, when Eren got lost in the silver lake of Levi’s eyes, he felt like he was going to lose his footing and drown.
“Hey,” Levi responded, having to crane his neck back in order to maintain eye contact as he drew closer. Despite how nervous Eren was, it was hard not to take pleasure in that little fact. How small Levi was in comparison to himself was just an added bonus to how attractive he was.
Then Levi stepped back from the door, swinging it open to let Eren in. Without the door in the way, Eren could see his body for all it was worth, and even with clothes on, Eren was blown away.
Levi wore a pair of gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips, hugging his figure and showing off the curve of his ass. His navy blue t-shirt clung nicely to his chest, exposing the milky pale of his arms as flawless flesh stretched over beautifully taut muscle.
Realizing he was staring a bit too long than was socially acceptable, Eren pulled his gaze away and made his way into Levi’s small apartment. Inside, it was nicer than expected. The walls were a soft gray with dark faded hardwood floors that sparkled under the low light. While the space was small—the dining room and living room combined with a loveseat and recliner in front of the flat-screen television and a dining table set for two in the corner—it suited Levi. It was clean and smelled of lavender and lilies, a candle burning on the coffee table.
The room was warm and welcoming, drawing Eren in as the soft afternoon light filtered through the sheer curtains and bathed the room in a gentle glow. There was plenty of life and greenery around the space, succulents and potted plants covering every surface from the end tables to the bookshelf, giving the apartment an overall cozy feel.
“You have a nice place,” Eren mused, unable to hide his surprise. It wasn’t that he assumed Levi was messy, but based on the outside of the apartment and the neighborhood he lived in, Eren kind of thought his place would be falling apart.
“Thanks,” Levi grumbled, leading the way past the living room and down the narrow hallway that broke off into the bathroom and two different bedrooms. He opened the door to the right, revealing a small bedroom with light blue walls, cream-colored curtains, and a queen-sized bed with a fluffy white comforter and sheets.
“You can keep your stuff in here,” he said, gesturing to the room.
When Eren stepped inside, he spotted a camera set up on a tripod next to the bed along with a box light on the other side of the room. No doubt they’d be filming there.
“Take it this isn’t your personal bedroom?” Eren asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Levi huffed a dry laugh. “No. I’m not filming porn where I sleep.”
“Fair enough.” Eren set his bag down on the floor next to the bed before stretching his arms over his head, his joints popping, still stiff from the flight. “Mind if I take a shower before we get to work? I feel all gross from the trip.”
Levi’s lip quirked and he looked Eren up and down. If he squinted just right, Levi looked almost pleased with the request. “Yeah, the bathroom is across the hall. You can use my stuff if you didn’t bring anything. I’ll grab you a towel.”
“Thanks,” Eren said, stepping past Levi, crossing the hallway, and heading into the bathroom, which was just as sparkling clean as the rest of the apartment. There wasn’t a strand of hair or toothpaste stain in sight.
Apparently, this guy is a clean freak.
As Eren prepared the shower temperature, Levi came in and handed him a fluffy gray towel. “I’ll get my stuff ready while you shower.”
“Oh, alright,” Eren said as he untied his hair from the tangled bun holding it all together on the top of his head. “Are we getting right to it when I’m done?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay…”
Eren’s stomach tightened, slightly put off by how professional and cold Levi was being. Did he really not want to take the time to get to know each other before getting down to business? Most of the time, his partners didn’t know how to shut up and just get to work, but Levi seemed keen on keeping a tight lid on things. Did he have something to hide? Or was he simply trying to keep his distance from Eren for personal reasons? Maybe he had a boyfriend that didn’t approve of him doing porn or something. That always complicated things as far as Eren was concerned. It was easier to simply stay single.
As Levi left, Eren’s eyes trailed after him, appreciating the round curve of his backside. In around thirty minutes, he was going to fuck that perfectly sculpted ass, and that thought excited him more than it probably should.
Taking a deep breath to clear the haze beginning to cloud his head, Eren finished undressing and stepped under the hot water, letting it pelt his skin and loosen the tight muscles in his back. Exhausted from his travels, he simply stood there, letting the water wash the grime of the airplane away as he thought about the way Levi’s hips swayed when he walked, how his pursed lips looked softer and plumper in person. Eren wondered what they would taste like. If they’d be cold like Levi’s personality, or hot and sultry like he imagined they would be whenever Eren watched his videos.
Realizing he was once again letting his thoughts run wild, he scrubbed his face with his hands and grabbed Levi’s soap off the shelf. The product looked surprisingly expensive and smelled like heaven itself. And as Eren began to wash clean, closing his eyes to keep the suds out, Levi was once again there on the other side of his eyelids, staring back at him with a silver sharp glare.
Whether it was from the hot water, or something else, a fever seared his bloodstream, his cock growing hard between his legs. A sudden groan bubbled up in his throat as he thought about Levi’s pretty mouth wrapped around his cock and he bit it back, not wanting to give himself away with the sound of his pleasure.
Perhaps it was wrong of him to objectify his co-worker in such a way, especially while using his shower, but Eren couldn’t help it. He’d never been more sexually attracted to any man before in his life, and every time he thought about Levi, his cock grew unbearably hard and he burned with ardent desire.
Unable to help himself, Eren grabbed his cock with his soapy hand and began fervently jerking himself off, not even bothering to start off slow. Levi had him burning all over, abdomen tight with excitement, and he needed release before they actually fucked, otherwise he wasn’t going to last long and Levi would end up mad and disappointed.
It didn’t take Eren long before he was gritting back a moan and shooting his load into the shower drain, the hot water washing away the evidence of his arousal. Maybe he should’ve felt ashamed for how horny he was over this one man, but he didn’t. If anything he felt unsatisfied, aching for the real thing. He quickly finished washing up and turned the water off before grabbing the towel off the counter and drying himself off. He wrapped it around his waist and stepped out of the tub.
Realizing he left his toiletries in the bedroom across the hall, Eren opened the door of the bathroom, steam following him out in a puff as he made his way to where Levi was setting up the equipment. He paused as soon as he saw Eren, freezing mid-motion as his eyes traveled up and down Eren’s bare chest.
If there was one thing Eren knew without an inkling of a doubt, it was that he was an extremely attractive man. Mikasa and Armin, his two best friends since childhood, liked to tell him that he was full of himself and he needed to be more humble, but Eren couldn’t help the fact that people were attracted to him. And seeing how Levi’s eyes dimmed, lips parting as he sucked in a sharp breath—it pleased Eren more than a compliment from any stranger ever could. Knowing that he was able to have that kind of effect on Levi without even touching him meant that he was going to be able to rock his world without having to try.
This session is about to be fun.
“Just grabbing some of my things,” Eren explained, kneeling over to sift through his bag. Once he found his toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, shaving cream, and hairbrush, he threw a look over at Levi, who was still staring at his abs with obvious interest and smirked before taking his things back to the bathroom and leaving Levi alone.
Unable to wipe the smile off of his face, Eren finished cleaning up, brushing his teeth, and getting a clean shave in before towel drying his hair one last time and brushing it through. When it was dry enough, he tied it back into his signature bun and pulled several strands loose to frame his face, just like he usually wore it for his videos. Sometimes his fans asked for him to leave his hair down, but Eren liked the way it became all messy and disheveled after a good fucking. It made him even sexier.
Once he was all cleaned up and ready to go, Eren joined Levi in the bedroom, where he was stripped down to just a tight pair of briefs, chest bare and exposed for all of Eren to see. He froze in the entryway, staring at Levi’s milky skin and rosebud nipples, wanting so badly to wrap his lips around them and suck until they were swollen and pastel red.
“Are you ready?” Levi asked, his voice featherlight in comparison to earlier. It almost sounded like he was… nervous. And if the shallow rise and fall of his chest was anything to go by, he was.
“Yeah, I guess,” Eren shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant as he closed the space between them, never taking his eyes off of Levi. As he drew closer, he could see just how dark and dilated his eyes were, only a single sliver of gray cutting through the blackness. “How do you wanna do this?”
Levi slowly licked his lips, eyes drooping down to the top of Eren’s towel that was practically holding on to dear life as his cock began to grow harder beneath it.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
Eren felt his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Seriously?”
He nodded slowly, eyes finally lifting to meet Eren’s. “I’ve seen your videos. It’s obvious you know what you’re doing. Just use me how you see fit.”
Eren’s cock twitched, pushing against the towel around his waist. His heart lurched into his throat, beating so hard it felt as if it were going to fly out of his mouth. Was this really happening? Was his dream guy really letting him do whatever the hell he wanted?
“Alright,” Eren said, swallowing down the stone lodged in his throat. “Let me just set up another angle really quick and grab my phone.”
Levi nodded, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed while Eren rummaged through his bag, highly aware of Levi’s eyes burning into him as he grabbed his HD camera and tripod, his lube and condoms, and set them on the bed.
“I’m clean,” Levi blurted out, drawing Eren’s attention.
“Huh?” He glanced over his shoulder to find Levi staring at the condoms laying haphazardly on the bed. “Oh, do you not want me to use them?”
“If you’re clean, too, then no. I can show you my results, if you don’t believe me.”
“I believe you.” Eren felt his lip twitch with amusement. He grabbed the condoms and slid them back into the bag. “Want to see mine?”
“Sure,” Levi grumbled, seeming somewhat apprehensive as Eren sifted through his backpack for his most recent test results.
Trusting partners to be clean when filming porn was a gamble, which was why Eren liked to fuck with people he knew for more than a week. Levi, however, was an exception.
Though, when Eren really considered it, maybe he should’ve been more careful. After all, he didn’t even know how Levi found him.
“How’d you get my number, by the way?” Eren asked, passing the paper to Levi who took it without making eye contact.
He stared down at the results. “A friend.”
“Who?”
“Their name is Hange Zoe.”
“I don’t know a Hange. How’d they get my number?”
He shrugged.
“That’s…” Eren blinked, taking back the test results when Levi was all done looking them over. “Did you ask them to hunt down my phone number or something?”
Levi pressed his lips together and looked away, refusing to answer the question.
“You really must have wanted me to fuck you, huh?” Eren said in a low voice as he rose from the ground, bending over so he was eye level with Levi. He brushed his thumb along the curve of his jaw and leaned in until they were inches apart. “How much do you want my cock, Levi?"
Levi flinched under his touch, batting away Eren’s hand as he jerked away. “Don’t do that shit unless it’s for the cameras.”
If it weren’t for the flush staining Levi’s cheeks, Eren might have been offended by his harsh reaction. But it was clear as day that Levi was having a reaction to him, and if that didn’t please Eren, nothing else could.
“Let me finish setting up, then,” Eren said with a wink before straightening out and putting some space between them. He grabbed the tripod off the bed and unfolded it, setting it up at a different angle than Levi’s. Then he turned the camera on and hooked it up to the tripod, fiddling with the lens and the playback screen until Levi was perfectly in frame.
Once the camera was set up, he turned to Levi and let himself fall into character. Not that his porn persona was much of a character. In truth, he didn’t have to put on a show in order to produce good porn. He was just that good. And Levi was about to find that out.
But instead of looking at Eren, Levi stared at the camera, brows slightly pinched up in the middle, a worried dimple dotting his forehead and a frown on his lip. For some reason, he seemed nervous again. In all the videos Eren’s watched, he’d never seen such an expression on Levi’s face.
“Hey,” Eren murmured, leaning over the edge of the bed until their mouths were a breath apart.
With apparent reluctance, Levi pulled his gaze away from the camera and looked up at Eren, lips parting as he sucked in a sharp breath. Eren smirked, finding his reactions rather endearing. Whether it was all a show for the camera or not didn’t matter. Eren was eating it up.
Eren glided his fingers across Levi’s soft and delicate cheek until his large hand was cradling the entire side of his face. Just as suspected, Levi’s hair was as silky smooth as it looked, and he lost himself to it, running his finger through it ceaselessly. Then, Eren leaned in, tasting black tea and honey on Levi’s breath before he felt warm and pliable lips pressing delicately against his own in a curious kiss.
Shameless desire pooled in his belly, fingers inadvertently tightening into Levi’s hair as he sighed and deepened the kiss. Levi gasped into him, mouth falling open as his arms snaked around Eren’s shoulders, his hot velvet tongue lying in wait as he pulled their bodies closer together. Unable to resist the invitation, Eren plunged his tongue past Levi’s lips, the taste of bitter black tea tickling his taste buds. He groaned, cock hardening beneath his towel. Levi’s mouth was hotter. Softer. Better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.
Wanting to know how it’d feel on his cock, he broke their kiss and pressed his lips up the curve of Levi’s jaw as he peeked over at the camera. On the screen, Levi’s eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back, silently begging for more of Eren’s ministrations. As much as Eren wanted to indulge him, he had other plans in mind.
Straightening out, he turned his gaze back to Levi, eyes locking together as his fingers teased the top of the towel still clinging to his waist. Levi quickly glanced down at his hands, licking his lips with obvious anticipation, want and need written into the very pores of his skin.
Damn. He’s good.
Slowly, Eren pulled off the towel and let it drop to the floor around his feet, watching closely as Levi’s eyes dilated at the sight of his erect and aching cock. Like a starved animal eyeing a piece of meat, he once more licked his lips. And then, without a drop of hesitation, he leaned forward and grabbed the base of Eren’s length before sticking the thick tip into his mouth and lavishing it with his silky hot tongue.
Shit.
Eren gasped, his cock twitching at the sudden attention.
Levi’s mouth was like liquid silk, hot honey dripping across his sensitive flesh. And the way shadowmoon eyes peered up at him through heavy lashes stirred a carnal need pooling in the pit of his stomach, his balls tightening as Levi’s soft hands slid down his shaft and fondled them.
Eren couldn’t stop himself from breathing heavily as pleasure swarmed his entire body, his muscles flexing in waves as Levi took his cock deeper and deeper, until the head hit the back of his tight throat. Levi stared up at him, gently squeezing his balls before pulling off his cock and swallowing down the spit dripping from his lips. He looked at the camera and leaned back in to lick and kiss Eren’s cockhead, putting on a show for the audience, but more importantly, for Eren . When Levi turned his attention back to him, he deepthroated his cock like before, drawing out a languid moan from Eren’s lips. Levi’s mouth was like magic, pulling out sounds Eren didn’t know he was capable of making. In complete awe of the man beneath him, Eren brushed back the dark fly-away strands from Levi’s face as his cock twitched hard against the roof of his mouth.
“Fuck,” Eren groaned, his hips thrusting into Levi’s delicious heat when he started to pull away. As much as he wanted to explore more of Levi’s body, his mouth was sin itself, and it was impossible to resist temptation.
Tightening his fingers into his hair, Eren held him steady as he slowly fucked into his mouth. Peeking over at the camera from the corner of his eye, Levi slacked his jaw to let him push his cock in even deeper, a moan vibrating through his shaft and shooting up his spine. It was then that Eren realized Levi was palming the erection still trapped inside his tight briefs.
That won’t do.
Slowing his thrusts, Eren gradually pulled his glistening cock from Levi’s lips. Levi glanced back up at him, gingerly wiping the spit from his mouth before sitting back further on the bed.
“Let’s see that sweet ass of yours,” Eren cooed.
Levi smirked and bit his lip like a goddamn tease, looking at the camera one last time before turning around and getting onto his hands and knees. With his ass pushed up in the air as it was, he was so inviting, so tempting , and Eren couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the waistband of his briefs and pulling down the fabric. He only got the briefs halfway down his thighs before he was distracted by Levi’s milky flesh and pink hole that was already beautifully stretched and ready for his fingers and tongue. As if in a trance, he grabbed Levi’s ass cheeks, his large hands able to fully palm each one, and pulled them apart, opening up his cute little hole even further.
Eren massaged his cheeks, teasing Levi’s hole by pushing and pulling it open as he looked back at the camera, showing off Levi’s ass for the world to see. Meanwhile, Levi laid with his face resting against the bed, his hands grasping at the plush comforter beneath him, pitch-black eyes staring sensually at the camera. Their eyes met through the playback screen, and for a brief second, Eren thought Levi’s eyes might have been saying fuck me already .
A smirk found its way onto Eren’s lips, and without a second thought, he turned back towards Levi’s ass and lunged face-first into him. He buried his nose between his soft and pliable cheeks, tongue shooting into the teased-out hole, lips sucking at the taut entrance. Levi sighed and tensed beneath him, body rocking into Eren’s face. It only encouraged Eren more, and he pushed his tongue deeper, determined to hit his prostate even if it was physically impossible to do so. After all, it didn’t hurt to try. And it wasn’t like Levi was complaining about his efforts. Not in the slightest. In fact, every time his tongue plunged deeper, Levi gasped and shook, and Eren could only imagine the beautiful expression he was making for the cameras.
Curious, he pulled away, glancing over his shoulder at the playback screen. Much to his surprise, Levi’s face was buried in his arms, hiding his tortured expression. Wanting to get a reaction from him, Eren pushed a finger inside of Levi’s asshole, curling it just right and pressing down where his prostate should be.
Levi jerked beneath him, toes curling off the side of the bed. He picked up his head and looked over his shoulder, eyes meeting once more through the playback screen.
Eren continued to stare at him as he pulled and palmed his cheek while his other finger teased his hole. The only time he broke eye contact was to lean over and kiss or bite at Levi’s soft and fatty flesh.
“Look at you,” Eren mused as he pulled out his finger, spread his cheeks apart, and showed off his hole for the camera. “So tight and small. I don’t know how I’m gonna fit.”
“Please,” Levi breathed, pushing himself up on his elbows. “I want it. I want your cock.”
Eren smiled. He was so damn needy, it made it damn near impossible to resist him.
“That’s a good boy,” Eren cooed. Before getting up, Eren bit his ass cheek one more time, leaving a bright red mark etched into his pale skin.
Levi preened at the praise, his nipples flushing a pretty pink, the blush on his face deepening. Biting back a smile, Eren pushed Levi back down onto the bed, determined to reward him for being so damn perfect. Grabbing the waistband of his briefs once more, Eren pulled them off Levi’s slender, yet muscular legs so that he was completely naked. For several seconds, Eren simply sat back and stared down at the sensual curve of Levi’s backside, wondering how he got so damn lucky. It was as if the stars aligned and connected them through mere happenstance. It didn’t seem possible.
Yet here they were. And Eren had permission to do whatever he wanted.
“Come here,” Eren murmured as he crawled into the center of the bed, laying down on his back and gesturing to his cock, which was still hard and leaking precum onto his belly. And, of course, Levi did as he was told and grabbed it without protest or a second thought.
With a small and surprisingly firm hand, Levi began to pump Eren’s cock up and down, sticking his ass up in the air as he leaned forward and teased the cockhead with his tongue. Meanwhile, Eren grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some of it onto his fingers before reaching between Levi’s legs and finding his hole once again.
This time, he pushed two fingers in, and Levi’s body tensed at the sudden intrusion, a groan vibrating through Eren’s cock. Eren smiled, watching as Levi took a deep breath and regained his composure only to continue to suck on his length like it was a tasty treat, fervently lavishing it with hungry lips and tongue. Every now and again, Levi would peer over at the camera, giving it his sexiest stare. Eren, however, was too entranced with how beautiful and perfect Levi was, especially with his red and swollen lips wrapped around his cock as they were, to even bother paying attention to the cameras.
When Levi’s ass started to loosen up even more, Eren slid in another finger, drawing a languid moan from Levi’s lips. Emboldened by the sound, Eren’s long fingers dipped further and teased his prostate, making Levi’s grip tighten and body shake as he continued to suck Eren off.
If Eren was being honest, it was the best head he’d ever gotten in his life. Maybe he was biased because he had the serious hots for Levi. Or maybe Levi was just that good. Either way, if Levi didn’t stop worshiping his cock as he was, he was going to come into the back of his throat and ruin the whole video.
“I think you’re ready for me, baby,” Eren cooed, pulling his fingers from Levi’s tight ass and wiping them onto the towel left by the pillows.
Levi popped off his cock, cheeks already a pretty pink as he licked the spit and precum off his lips.
“Come here,” Eren murmured, cradling the side of Levi’s face and pulling him in for a kiss that tasted of cum and sex.
Levi fell into him, body going limp as their tongues tangled and their lips glided together in a sultry dance. No doubt their position made for a poor shot with how the cameras were set up, but Eren didn’t care. And neither, it seemed, did Levi. They were both too lost in the aphrodisia pouring from their lips like syrup, too captivated by the wanton need pulsing through their bloodstream to even care about the video. And as Levi crawled on top of Eren and grinded their cocks together, he forgot they were filming altogether.
Eren didn’t have a clue how long they kissed for. But what he did know is that there was a strange feeling welling up in his chest, a warmth he only felt once before when he was fucking around with Floch.
Shit. Was he going soft for some guy he just met?
Suddenly, Armin’s words from earlier that day slapped him in the face and he quickly grabbed Levi’s shoulder without thinking and pushed him away.
Levi’s eyes shot open, wide and searching as he stared down at Eren, a silent question on his parted lips.
“Don’t you want this cock?” Eren whispered.
The blush on Levi’s face deepened and he nodded. He pushed himself off of Eren and kneeled on the bed beside him.
Thankful to have some fresh air to breathe, Eren took a deep breath, clearing his head and readying himself for what was to come. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount into the palm of his hand as Levi sat back on the bed, quietly watching him. The expression on his face was now guarded, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Then again, maybe Eren didn’t want to know.
Once his cock was adequately lubed up, he capped the bottle and tossed it off to the side before wiping his slippery hands on the towel again. Then, he lined himself up just right for the camera and motioned for Levi to come to him.
Before putting him into position, Eren indulged in one more kiss, unable to get enough of how warm and tender Levi’s lips were against his own. But he couldn’t let himself get carried away again, so he broke away after only a minute and spun Levi around, pushing him down into the mattress, grabbing his hips, and pulling his ass into the air as if he weighed nothing.
Levi arched his back so sensually in response, spreading his legs, arms extending over his head, hands gripping at the comforter—he was so damn beautiful. A true work of art. It was surreal to think a masterpiece such as Levi was letting Eren make love to him. None of it seemed real.
But it was. And he was going to have the footage to prove it.
Knowing that, Eren grabbed his cock, lined himself up with Levi’s tight entrance, and watched his face carefully in the playback screen to make sure he was ready. But there wasn’t a trace of trepidation or worry like there was earlier. If anything, Levi seemed confident and more than ready for Eren’s cock. In fact, when Eren didn’t push in right away, Levi arched his ass back into him, forcing the tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscle previously keeping him out.
They both exhaled in tandem as taut velvet walls swallowed up Eren’s cock. In an effort to steady himself, his grip tightened on Levi’s hips, his hands dwarfing Levi’s slender waist as he slowly pushed in. Once the tip was fully inside, Levi tensed, his hole clenching down on him, teasing Eren with the tightness of his body.
“Deep breath, baby, you can do it,” Eren murmured, hypnotically rubbing Levi’s hips and cheeks.
Once again doing as he was told, Levi took a deep breath and his body relaxed, letting Eren push about halfway in. From the corner of his eye, he saw Levi’s fingers twist into the bedsheet and he stopped moving, letting Levi adjust to his size.
“That’s right. Just get used to me.”
Levi whined, eyes squeezing shut as he breathed in through his nose and out of his mouth. Eren didn’t move other than to keep massaging Levi’s plump asscheeks and curvy hips, his fair skin turning pink beneath his ministrations.
Then, much to his surprise, Levi started pushing back onto Eren’s cock, slowly rocking as he took him deeper bit by aching bit.
Eren groaned, pulling Levi’s cheeks apart as he watched his cock disappear into his satin heat. “Fuck, baby. You’re taking me so well.”
Another soft whine reverberated out from beneath him as Levi pushed himself all the way back on Eren’s length. “You’re so fucking big,” he moaned in a breathy voice. “I love it.”
“God damn, you’re perfect,” Eren growled, leaning over and wrapping his arms around Levi’s shoulders and waist, pulling him up so his back was flush against Eren’s chest. His hand slid up his neck, grabbed his chin and turned him around so Eren could capture his tempting lips once more in a kiss.
Levi gave himself over easily, mouth opening and tongue shooting out to tangle with Eren’s. His hands rested on top of Eren’s, holding onto him as passion poured effortlessly into each other.
With Levi’s sinful warmth wrapped tightly around his cock, pleasure prickled Eren’s skin and a depraved hunger darkened his mind. Unable to help himself, he began thrusting into Levi, sending his cock deeper and making Levi moan into the cavern of mouth. Eren swallowed up the sound, Levi’s pleasure encouraging him to go harder—faster. Soon, Levi was breathing so heavily, moaning with every breath, that he could no longer keep up with Eren’s kissing. He broke away, and Eren pushed him down into the mattress, grabbing his hips so he could properly fuck him with the single goal of making Levi scream in the way that he’d been dreaming of all week.
And scream he did. He writhed and moaned, hiding his face in the comforter as Eren pounded into his plump ass, the smell of sweat and sex permeating the air. The sound of their bodies slapping together in a hedonic rhythm—both of their heavy breathing accompanied by groans and grunts of pleasure—called to Eren’s carnal instincts. It woke up the monster inside of him, blood burning with sunfire as his nails bit into Levi’s delicate flesh and his heavy balls slapped against Levi’s.
Eren glanced over at the camera, aroused by the sight of how small Levi was beneath him, how his hands completely dwarfed his hips and ass, how when he leaned over his back and bit into his shoulder, Levi was completely swallowed up by him.
Still, it wasn’t enough. Eren wanted to see Levi’s face. Wanted to see how beautiful he was when he came.
Eren stopped thrusting and pulled out his cock. Levi whined and turned around, looking at Eren with an almost hurt expression. It was if he were saying how dare you stop fucking me. Eren smiled, unable to hide his amusement. For someone who was so cold and standoffish, Levi was extremely easy to read in the bedroom. His body couldn’t hide how he was feeling in the slightest.
“Get on your back,” Eren commanded, grabbing Levi’s hips and flipping him over. Not that he needed to. Levi was completely willing to do anything he said. It was more for show and his own self-satisfaction than anything.
Once Levi was on his back, Eren crawled over him and kissed him hard and fierce, unable to get enough of his candy apple lips. That warmth from earlier flared within him again, rushing through his veins like wildfire, burning away any and all trepidation he felt previously that day. Levi happily kissed him back, his fingers twisting into Eren’s hair, pulling at the long strands as he arched his back into Eren’s sturdy body. It was an odd revelation to have, but Eren almost enjoyed kissing Levi more than he did fucking him.
Almost being the keyword.
When they were both out of breath, Eren broke away and began trailing hot, wet kisses down Levi’s neck, sucking tender flesh into his mouth and leaving his mark. He kept going down further and further, until he reached Levi’s pert nipples, the pink little mounds calling out to him on a primal level, begging him to mark and claim. With an almost animalistic growl, Eren lunged forward, swallowing up the rose-colored bud into his mouth, sucking and licking as his own erection continued to throb between his legs.
“Ah—” Levi keened, pushing his chest into Eren’s mouth. His hands once again flew to Eren’s hair, tangling into the now loosened bun and holding him steady against his nipple. Eren took the sweet bud between his teeth and teased it while his hand found Levi’s other nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Eren, please,” Levi moaned, his hands sliding to his shoulder and pushing down. “Fuck me.”
Eren sucked hard on the swollen nub before popping off of it and licking his lips. From what he could remember, Levi was never this needy with anyone else before. Was this part of the act or was this real?
“Want me to make you come already?” Eren cooed, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “But we just got started.”
“I don’t care,” Levi whined. “Just want your cock.”
Eren chuckled, both flattered and amused by Levi’s insistence. If Levi wanted Eren’s cock, then he would get Eren’s cock.
Eren lifted off Levi’s chest and straightened out before grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing more of it onto his cock. Just like before, he made sure to wipe his hands before grabbing the back of Levi’s thighs and pushing him down, lining up his cock at his now stretched-out and abused hole.
With much less resistance than before, Eren pushed in with ease, and he watched Levi beneath him with bated breath, stunned by the beautiful expression he made as he took Eren’s cock deeper and deeper. His cheeks turned a cherry red, eyes dark and watery, lips swollen from their kisses, nipples stiff and marked from his teeth. The sight was something Eren never wanted to forget, so he grabbed his phone off the mattress, flipped to his camera, and took a picture of Levi staring up at him with heavy, half-lidded eyes.
Since Levi didn’t complain about the picture, Eren flipped over to video and began recording a POV shot as he began to thrust in and out of Levi’s tight and quivering hole. His cute little cock was surprisingly hard against his belly and it only got harder as Levi grabbed it and began jerking himself off in time with Eren’s thrusts. It didn’t take him long before he resumed his earlier pace, snapping his hips with an animalistic desire pulsing hot and heavy through his veins, the need to see Levi writhe in pleasure beneath him driving him forward.
Levi’s back arched off the mattress, his hands flailing from Eren’s arm to his hips, to even covering his face when a loud moan would escape his mouth and the red on his cheeks deepened.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, nails biting into Eren’s flesh, eyes squeezing shut as he once more grabbed his cock and jerked himself off. All the while, Eren kept the phone camera on, determined to capture Levi’s desperation up close. No video would ever do the real thing justice, however, and he wanted to enjoy the experience while he could, so once he was sure he had enough footage, he stopped recording and tossed his phone to the side, grabbing Levi’s knees and folding him over so he could get more leverage on him.
“Shit!” Levi cried, ass clenching around Eren’s cock as his whole body shook with apparent pleasure.
The look on Levi’s face—his pinched brow and heavy eyes, his mouth hanging open with moans pouring from his sweet lips—made Eren burn all over, and he couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss Levi as fire roared beneath his skin. As soon as their lips came crashing together, Levi’s arms flew around his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as their tongues tangled. They gasped and sputtered into each other's mouths as Eren thrust into him with reckless abandon. Then he felt his balls tightening and his abdomen clenching as Levi’s ass throbbed around him, legs wrapping over his hips, whole body trembling with his impending orgasm.
“Come on my cock, Levi,” Eren murmured against his lips, staring deep into his eyes as he felt Levi’s release pressing down on his thrusting cock.
And then, as if the veil was torn down and heaven was brought to the earth, Levi came, his moans pouring from his lips like an angelic melody, body clenching down on Eren and sucking him in deeper and deeper until he could feel his own release mounting.
Eren had never come at the same time as his partner before. Usually he was good at making his partner orgasm several times before he felt like he was going to come. But with Levi, it was different. Hell, everything was different. Which probably should’ve scared the shit out of him, but Eren simply embraced it, wanting to relish in the ecstasy of the moment along with Levi.
“Do you want my cum, baby?” Eren cooed, unrelenting as he fucked Levi through his orgasm.
Unable to speak, Levi simply nodded, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he moaned into Eren’s ear.
That was all Eren needed before the pressure in his abdomen came breaking through and his cock swelled to the point of bursting. He snapped his hips one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his balls emptied and cum shot deep inside Levi’s body. A loud groan escaped his too-tight throat and he practically collapsed onto Levi, their foreheads bumping together as they both came down from their high.
In his daze, Eren instinctively brought their lips together, kissing Levi softly like he did in the beginning. Levi melted into him, his hand weakly cradling the side of his face. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to end a video, maybe he should have done something more filthy, but kissing Levi felt right. And this was how he wanted to end their lovemaking.
“That was quick,” Levi whispered when Eren finally broke their kiss.
“Sorry,” Eren hung his head, knowing he should be ashamed of his poor performance. But he couldn’t help it. Levi was like an incubus, captivating him with the promise of boundless desire. “We can do more in a bit.”
“Maybe in more than a bit. Ass is sore as fuck now.”
Eren smirked. “Told you I’m a lot to handle.”
“I’m not complaining. Besides, I knew what I was signing up for.”
“That’s right. You did say you love how big my cock is.”
Levi rolled his eyes. “I was just saying that for the video.”
“Right, right.”
“It’s called acting, dumbass,” Levi said, pushing Eren’s shoulders in an attempt to move him, but Eren didn’t budge.
“Mm. Well, you’re very good at it.”
He huffed and looked away, the pink on his cheeks deepening. “Will you get off of me already?”
Eren frowned but did as Levi asked, sitting up and rolling over onto the other side of the bed. Levi immediately got up and turned off the cameras, acting like Eren wasn’t even there.
Was this how it was going to be? As soon as the cameras were off, it was back to cold conversation and icy stares? The very thought stole the warmth right out of Eren’s chest, his heart sitting like a stone in his stomach.
“I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” Levi said, not bothering to look at Eren as he grabbed his briefs off the floor. “Make yourself at home. Just stay out of my bedroom.”
“Alright.” Eren sighed, rolling off the bed and grabbing the towel to clean himself up.
And just like that, Levi was gone from the room, leaving Eren stranded in a whirlwind of whiplash and disappointment. Maybe Armin was right about being too rash and getting easily attached. But even if that were the case, it was too late now. Eren was already in too deep.