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Fictional Desires 1 - Eren's Fanfiction Frustration

Eren slammed his laptop shut with a huff, his cheeks flushed and his frustration bubbling over. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers he desperately needed. His small apartment was silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards or the distant hum of traffic outside. The quiet only amplified his irritation.

„Why the hell does nobody comment?“ he muttered, running a hand through his unruly brown hair. „They’ve got time to read, but not two damn seconds to say anything? Not even a ‚nice job‘ or ‚hot stuff‘ or a ‚this sucks‘?!“

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. His stories had views. Lots of views, actually. And kudos too, sure, but kudos were just button clicks. Not personal. What Eren wanted—no, needed—was real feedback. Was his writing hot? Funny? Did people enjoy his take on the characters? Did they picture themselves in the scenes, the way he did?

Or worse… was it bad?

The thought gnawed at him. What if nobody commented because his writing sucked so much they didn’t even know how to politely critique it? Maybe he was delusional, sitting here pouring his heart and soul—and yes, his deepest fantasies—into a keyboard, only to churn out garbage. He let out a sharp breath and glared at the screen. „Fucking assholes,“ he spat.

His mind wandered to his latest fic. It was an Attack on Titan piece, as always. His favorite series had consumed him since his teens, and now, in his twenties, it still served as the perfect canvas for his overactive imagination. He loved everything about it—the action, the drama, the characters. Especially the characters.

One character in particular.

Eren’s face heated again as he thought about the Captain of the Suvery Corps, his sharp, no-nonsense demeanor and those piercing grey eyes. He reminded him so much of his boyfriend Levi it was almost uncanny. Of course, his Levi wasn’t a captain of the Survey Corps, but the resemblance was there—the smirks, the quiet strength, the way he could say so much with so little.

Eren loved writing his boyfriend Levi into his stories. He loved picturing himself alongside him, whether it was in the chaos of a battlefield or the quiet intimacy of a bedroom. And yes, he especially loved writing the smutty scenes. God, the smut practically wrote itself. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favorite parts of the process. But that only made the lack of feedback sting more. Was his smut bad? Too much? Too weird?

He groaned and rubbed his face. „Okay, no. Stop overthinking.” But the frustration lingered, a stubborn weight in his chest.

Who could he even ask about this? Mikasa? He snorted at the thought. Yeah, no. He loved his sister, but the idea of telling her he wrote gay porn—let alone asking for her opinion—was… no. Just no.

Armin? Maybe. Armin was his best friend, and while he had an innocent face, Eren knew better. Armin wasn’t as pure as people thought. Still, the idea of asking him to read one of his fics, smut and all, made Eren hesitate. What if it made things weird between them?

Jean? Oh, absolutely not! Jean would laugh so hard he’d probably fall over. Eren could already picture that smug, neighing horseface of his, full of amusement and mockery. Jean was a friend, sure, but he was also a total asshole. No way.

Then there was Levi. His boyfriend Levi. They had a great relationship, healthy and strong, and Eren knew Levi wouldn’t judge him. But there were things in his stories—fantasies—he’d never mentioned to him. Hell, some of it he wasn’t even sure he’d want to try in real life. It was hot in theory, but reality was different. And what if Levi didn’t find it hot? What if he thought it was stupid?

Eren sighed and got up, pacing the room. The walls seemed to close in on him, mocking his indecision. „Ugh!” He punched the nearest wall, wincing as his knuckles met the hard surface. It didn’t help. Nothing helped.

Why couldn’t people just leave a damn comment? A few words? Was that so much to ask? He wanted to scream into the void, to demand attention for his work, to have someone validate his fantasies, his writing, his passion.

Instead, he sank back into his chair, opened his laptop again, and stared at the blinking cursor on his latest chapter. „Thanks for nothing,“ he muttered bitterly. And yet, as the hours ticked by, his fingers found their rhythm once more, pouring his frustrations into the fictional world he loved so much.

After all, Eren didn’t write for the praises in the first place. He wrote for himself. It was his hobby, a way to escape the monotony of his usual life, to explore fantasies and ideas he couldn’t in reality. Writing gave him a freedom that nothing else could. In his stories, he could be anyone, do anything. He could be the hero, the lover, the rebel. He could control a world where he had none of the doubts or limitations that plagued him in real life.

He took a deep breath, resting his hands on the keyboard. The cursor blinked, steady and patient, waiting for him to continue.

This is for me, he reminded himself. Not for the faceless readers who couldn’t be bothered to comment, not even for Levi or anyone else he might have thought of showing his work to. It was for him.

Eren began to type again, his fingers moving almost automatically, the words flowing faster than his thoughts. The scene unfolded in his mind’s eye as vividly as if he were watching it play out in front of him. The clanging of swords, the roar of a Titan, the adrenaline rush of battle. His heart raced as he described his alter ego—the brave, headstrong soldier taking on enemies twice his size, the shadow of the ever-watchful Captain at his side.

And then, the scene softened. The battlefield fell away, replaced by the quiet intimacy of a candlelit room. Eren’s breathing slowed as he wrote, carefully crafting the conversation between the two characters. Levi’s sharp tone softened, his icy demeanor melting into something warmer, something more vulnerable.

Eren paused, his fingers hovering over the keys. This part—the quiet moments, the emotional depth—was his favorite. The action scenes were thrilling, sure, but this? This was where his heart truly lay. He poured himself into every word, every glance, every touch. The scene deepened, became more intimate, until—

He stopped typing abruptly, his cheeks burning. Okay, maybe not that far tonight. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair again. The story was coming together. Slowly, but it was coming together.

The frustration wasn’t gone, not entirely, but it felt lighter now. Less suffocating. Writing always did that for him. No matter how angry or upset he was, losing himself in the world he created made it easier to breathe. It was his way of coping, of finding clarity when everything else felt too overwhelming.

He saved his work and leaned back, staring at the screen. The chapter wasn’t finished, but it didn’t need to be. He’d gotten something out of his system tonight, and that was enough.

As he sat there, the glow of the laptop illuminating his face, he thought about sharing his work again. Maybe the next chapter would be the one that got people talking. Or maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe he’d never get the kind of feedback he craved.

And maybe that was okay.

Because at the end of the day, this was his world. His words. His stories. And that, he realized, was what made it worth it.

X

A few days later, Eren uploaded his new chapter. The clicks rolled in quickly—over three hundred by the end of the first day. He’d stared at the stats for a moment, hopeful, waiting for the comments to trickle in. But they didn’t.

Just three new kudos. That was all.

Eren felt the frustration bubbling up again, hot and suffocating in his chest. „Really? That’s all? No comment. No fucking comment?” His voice echoed through the quiet apartment as he slammed the lid of his laptop down, his jaw tight. Not even a short note like ‚chapter kudos‘ or something generic. And as for a thoughtful comment? Forget it. No one pointed out the hottest scene, the funniest line, or the most exciting moment. No feedback, no praise, no criticism. Nothing.

It wasn’t fair. How was he supposed to know if he was good or not? If the story resonated with people? He needed something, anything.

With a frustrated growl, he shoved his chair back and stood up, pushing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. His bun had come undone sometime during the day, and his long brown hair now spilled loosely over his neck and shoulders. He yanked the elastic out, letting it fall completely.

„Okay, calm down,“ he muttered to himself, though the tension in his clenched fists betrayed his words. Maybe a shower would help. It always cleared his mind, gave him space to think—or at least a chance to let go of the irritation gnawing at him. With a frustrated huff, he stomped toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Maybe he was a drama queen who craved attention in every possible way. Whatever.

_

The water streamed over his tense shoulders, soaking his hair and plastering it against his back. Normally, Eren sang in the shower. Loud, off-key, and unapologetically. Levi always teased him about it, calling him tone-deaf and telling him to shut up if he couldn’t hit a single note. It was all in good fun, though—Eren knew Levi didn’t really mean it. But today, he didn’t feel like singing.

Today, he felt stupid. Rejected. And the worst part was that it wasn’t even by anyone he knew—just anonymous people online who probably didn’t think twice about ignoring the comment box.

He grabbed his favorite shampoo with too much force, muttering under his breath as he squeezed it into his palm. The scent of citrus and mint filled the air, but it did little to calm him. Eren scrubbed his hair harder than necessary, trying to work the frustration out of his body. When he finally stepped out of the shower, his skin was pink from the heat and scrubbing.

He toweled himself off roughly and wrapped the towel around his hips, water still dripping from his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. The cool air hit him, making him shiver slightly, but he didn’t care. He was still stuck in his own head, replaying the same thoughts over and over.

So he didn’t hear the door open.

„Eren?” Levi’s voice startled him, cutting through the haze of his frustration. Eren blinked and turned, seeing Levi standing in the doorway. He was still dressed in his usual black shirt and jeans, his grey eyes sharp as they took in Eren’s appearance.

Levi crossed the room, his movements smooth and deliberate as always. „Hey,” he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Eren’s lips. But the moment his hand brushed against Eren’s arm, he stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the tension in Eren’s body.

„What’s wrong?” Levi asked, his voice soft but firm.

Eren sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. „Nothing,” he mumbled, looking away.

„Don’t give me that,” Levi said, crossing his arms. „I can tell something’s bothering you.” He cocked his head slightly, studying Eren. „Spill it.”

Eren hesitated, the words on the tip of his tongue but refusing to come out. How was he supposed to explain this without sounding ridiculous? He let out another heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. „It’s… my writing,” he admitted finally.

Levi raised an eyebrow. „Your writing? You mean your fanfictions? What about it?”

„I uploaded a new chapter a few days ago,” Eren began, his voice bitter. „It got clicks—a lot of clicks. But no one left a comment. Not even one.” He let out a short, humorless laugh. „It’s stupid, I know. But I put so much into it, and it’s like no one gives a damn.”

Levi was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a small sigh, he reached out and placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder. „You care about it,” he said simply. „That’s not stupid.”

Eren glanced at him, surprised by the quiet reassurance in his voice.

„But,” Levi continued, his tone sharpening just slightly, „if you’re doing this just to get a pat on the back, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy. You said it yourself—you write because you like it. Because it’s yours. Remember that.”

Eren swallowed, Levi’s words sinking in. „I know,” he said quietly. „I just… wish I knew if I was any good. If it’s worth it.”

Levi smirked faintly. „You’ll never know if you give up.” He gave Eren’s shoulder a squeeze before stepping back. „Now, dry your hair before you catch a cold and drip water everywhere. And stop sulking. It’s not a good look on you.”

„Yeah, whatever,“ Eren muttered.

Levi saw that Eren was still chewing on his thoughts, his expression distant and troubled. Levi hesitated, his sharp eyes scanning Eren’s face, then spoke up. „You know,” he began, his tone casual but laced with intention, „you could just show me your work.”

Eren froze, his green eyes growing wide. His cheeks flushed almost instantly. „I, uh… you want to read it?”

Levi raised his eyebrows. „Yeah, why not?”

„It’s just… personal,” Eren admitted, his voice faltering as he looked away. Then, just as quickly, his gaze darted back to Levi. Usually, Eren was confident, even a bit of a tease. But now, his nervousness was palpable.

Levi sighed, his tone turning dry and annoyed. „That’s what you always say. How personal can it be? I mean… I’m your boyfriend. I’ve seen your asshole and everything.”

Eren choked on air, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he processed Levi’s bluntness. It wasn’t as if Levi’s straightforward nature was new to him—if anything, Eren was used to it by now. But the sheer audacity of this comment in the current situation had completely thrown him off guard.

„Yeah, well, it’s…” Eren stammered, fumbling for words.

„What?” Levi interrupted, his gaze unwavering. „It’s a fantasy story, right? About that anime you like?”

„Yeah, it is,” Eren admitted reluctantly. „But… not just that.”

Levi tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. „So what else?”

Eren rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks darkening further. „There’s… a smut scene,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

„Smut?” Levi repeated, his eyebrows lifting slightly.

„Yeah, like a sex scene,“ Eren clarified, his words tumbling out in a rush as he avoided Levi’s gaze.

Levi blinked, his expression shifting to something between curiosity and amusement. „A sex scene?” he repeated, as if testing the words in his mouth.

Eren’s face burned, and he turned his head away, rubbing the back of his neck furiously. „Yeah, okay? A really… detailed one.”

Levi crossed his arms, leaning back slightly as his sharp grey eyes stayed locked on Eren. „And that’s what you’re all worked up about?”

Eren looked at him, green eyes wide. „Well, yeah! It’s personal! I mean… I wrote it. And it’s not just some random characters—it’s based on me. And, uh, you.” His voice dropped to a near whisper by the end, his cheeks burning even hotter.

Levi raised an eyebrow. „Me?”

„Yes, you! You’re basically in it,” Eren confessed, throwing his hands up, towel threatening to slip. „I didn’t plan it to be weird or anything, but… I don’t know, it just happened. I wrote it because it felt… right for the story.”

For a moment, Levi said nothing. He just stared at Eren, his face unreadable. Eren fidgeted under the weight of Levi’s gaze, waiting for the blunt, cutting response he was sure was coming.

But instead, Levi surprised him.

„Alright,” he said simply, shrugging. „Let me read it.”

Eren blinked. „Wait, what? You—you’re serious?”

Levi rolled his eyes. „Yeah, I’m serious. You want feedback, don’t you? And you said it’s based on me, so I’ve got a right to see what kind of shit you’re writing about me.” His tone was dry, but there was the faintest glint of curiosity in his eyes.

Eren hesitated, his heart racing. He’d imagined showing Levi his writing before, but the reality of it felt much scarier. Levi wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things. What if he hated it? What if he thought it was stupid, or worse—what if he laughed?

„I don’t know…” Eren muttered, biting his lip.

Levi stepped closer, his voice dropping to that low, no-nonsense tone he used when he was done with debates. „Eren, just show me. You’re acting like I haven’t seen worse. I had you riding my cock the other night, we almost fucked during Hange’s last birthday party in her bedroom—which, by the way, is disgustingly chaotic—and, like I said, I’ve literally seen your asshole. You sit on my face on a regular basis. You really think a little smut is going to scare me?”

Eren let out a strangled noise, covering his face with his hands. „Stop saying that!”

Levi smirked. „Then stop being a coward. Come on, grab your laptop.”

Eren peeked through his fingers, still hesitant but realizing he wasn’t going to win this. With a groan of resignation, he shuffled over to the desk, grabbing his laptop and sitting down on the chair. Levi followed, settling next to him, close enough that their knees touched.

„Okay, but no laughing,” Eren warned, glaring at Levi as he opened the document.

„I don’t laugh,” Levi replied flatly.

Eren raised an eyebrow. „You smirk. That’s worse.”

Levi rolled his eyes again but said nothing as Eren scrolled to the scene in question. His fingers trembled slightly as he handed the laptop over. Levi took it without hesitation, his sharp eyes scanning the screen as he started to read.

Eren sat there, heart pounding, watching Levi’s face for any flicker of emotion. At first, there was nothing—just the faint narrowing of his eyes as he concentrated. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched.

„Don’t,” Eren warned immediately. „Don’t you dare smirk.”

Levi ignored him, his eyes still on the screen. A few more moments passed before he let out a low hum. „Huh.”

„Huh? What does huh mean?” Eren asked, panicking slightly. „Is that good? Bad? What?”

Levi set the laptop down on his lap, turning to face Eren with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. „It’s… not bad,” he admitted slowly. „Actually, it’s pretty good. The pacing’s solid, the descriptions are… vivid.”

Eren blinked. „Vivid?”

„Yeah.” Levi’s smirk grew, just a little. „Especially the part where ‘the stoic Captain lets out a rare, breathless moan.’”

Eren groaned, burying his face in his hands again. „Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re reading this.”

Levi leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. „Relax, Eren. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to turn me on with this.”

Eren choked on air, his face turning crimson. „Levi!”

Levi just smirked and handed the laptop back. „You wanted feedback. There it is. You’re a good writer. Maybe a little too good.”

Eren stared at him, torn between mortification and relief. „You really mean that?”

Levi shrugged, leaning back against the couch. „Yeah. It’s not perfect, but it’s got potential. Just don’t expect me to leave a comment online.” Levi turned back to the screen, picking up mid-sentence and started reading out loud with his deep velvet voice:

„The Captain pressed the younger man against the cold stone wall, their naked bodies colliding in heated passion. The Captain’s hand slid down the man’s back, grasping the firm curve of his hips, pulling him closer as their lips met in a searing kiss. His pulse quickened, the intensity of the moment echoing in the rhythm of their bodies. He pressed his hard cock between the boys plump asscheeks, pulsing and dripping cum. ‚I’m gonna fuck you so good,‘ he whispered low in his ear, hot breath ghosting over smooth skin…“

Eren’s eyes widened in sheer panic, his entire face turning crimson. „Levi! What the hell?” he shrieked, lunging forward to grab the laptop from Levi’s hands.

Levi leaned back, holding the laptop just out of reach with one hand while smirking at Eren’s flustered expression. „What? You wrote it,” he said dryly. „Seems like the least you can do is stand by it.”

Eren groaned, finally managing to yank the laptop away and clutching it protectively against his chest. „You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, avoiding Levi’s amused gaze.

„I’ve been called worse,” Levi replied nonchalantly, folding his arms. „But seriously, Eren, this is what’s got you all worked up? You’re writing this two or three times a week, and you’re acting like it’s something to be ashamed of?”

Eren glared at him, though the flush in his cheeks undermined any real venom. „It’s not the same! This is personal—it’s us! Well, sort of,” he added quickly, looking away. „I didn’t write it to be, like, weird. It just came out that way.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing faintly. „So, you’re saying your fantasy Captain is based on me?”

Eren groaned again, louder this time. „Not entirely!”

„Right,” Levi drawled, his tone dripping with skepticism. „You’re telling me there’s another short, dark-haired guy with ‘sharp grey eyes and a commanding presence’ who looks exactly like me?”

Eren glared at him. „Shut up.”

Levi shrugged. „I’m just saying, if you’re going to write me into smut, at least let me read it. You want feedback, right?”

Eren hesitated, his fingers tightening on the edges of the laptop. He did want feedback—but showing it to Levi felt like exposing a part of himself he wasn’t entirely ready to share. „You’re not going to… tease me about it forever, are you?”

Levi tilted his head, his gaze softening just slightly. „Only if it’s bad,” he said, a rare flicker of honesty in his tone.

Eren sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. „Fine,” he muttered, opening the laptop again and hesitantly turning it back toward Levi. „But no laughing.”

„I don’t laugh,” Levi replied bluntly, taking the laptop and settling in as he began to read again, his grey eyes scanning the screen.

Eren watched him anxiously, his heart pounding with every second of silence. When Levi’s expression didn’t change—remaining calm and focused—Eren felt a strange mix of relief and growing curiosity.

Finally, Levi set the laptop down and looked at Eren with a faint smirk. „Not bad,” he said simply. „Your descriptions are good, even if the whole thing is a bit… dramatic.”

„Dramatic?” Eren echoed, his brow furrowing.

„You wrote the Captain whispering, ‘I’m gonna fuck you so good,’” Levi said, his voice deadpan. „That’s not how I’d say it.”

Eren’s face turned red again. „Oh, my god, Levi, don’t—”

„Relax,” Levi interrupted, leaning back casually. „You’re good at this. Just… maybe tone down the cum dripping everywhere. It’s a bit much. I don’t think a normal cock leaks that much before they even fuck.”

Eren groaned, burying his face in his hands as Levi’s quiet chuckle echoed through the room.

Levi’s eyes flicked to another part of the story, his gaze lingering for a moment before he let out a low, intrigued murmur. „Oh, this is new,” he muttered, his voice deep and steady, already drawn in by the unexpected turn of events in Eren’s writing. It wasn’t difficult for him to picture himself and Eren in those scenes. In fact, Eren did a surprisingly good job of describing the intensity, the passion, the unrelenting desire between the characters. His breath hitched just slightly as his thoughts wandered, and a smirk tugged at his lips, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

Levi licked his lips, momentarily distracted, before he began reading aloud again, his voice even and measured, though a hint of curiosity tinged his tone:

„The only thing the boy could think about was how good it felt—how hot—as the Captain yanked his head back by his hair, the sharp tug making him gasp. The pressure on his throat was intense, possessive, as the Captain’s every thrust hit deep, claiming him with each powerful motion, abusing his prostate. The boy’s body shook, straining against the Captain’s unrelenting grip. His mind was consumed, his body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through him.” Levi paused for a moment, feeling a twinge of discomfort. „Abused, huh?” he murmured, raising an eyebrow, his voice low and reflective. „Sounds like he enjoys getting fucked really rough.” The words were still raw, still unfiltered in their brutal honesty.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, scanning the next section of the story. He was intrigued, but there was a mix of disbelief in his tone when he spoke again:

„The boy moaned the Captain’s name—desperate, needy—as his body was pushed to ist limit, pleasure coursing through him in waves. A hard smack on his ass - His legs buckled, weak from the intensity, but he couldn’t stop it. His cock twitched in the Captain’s hand, spasming before spilling his release over the Captain’s fingers, the heat of it staining the cold wall beneath them.” Levi’s voice dropped as he read the final part of the passage, his thoughts momentarily lost in the vivid imagery. „And then you make him eat his jizz?” he asked with a half-amused, half-intrigued tone, his lips curling into a faint smile.

The story’s imagery had drawn him in more than he expected, and though part of him wanted to dismiss it as absurd, another part was undeniably captivated. Still, he wasn’t about to admit that to Eren just yet.

Levi continued reading, almost reluctantly, but his curiosity outweighed his hesitation:

„Still pounding into the willing body, the Captain finally released his grip on the boy’s cock, instead pressing his cum-slick fingers into the boy’s mouth, forcing him to taste the evidence of their connection. The boy gagged slightly, but it only seemed to excite the Captain more. The boy’s body arched again, responding to the Captain’s touch with desperate need.”

Levi’s voice trailed off, and for a moment, the room was filled with a heavy silence. He could feel his pulse quicken slightly as the words echoed in his mind, the imagery vivid and lingering. „I’ll give you credit, Eren. You’ve got a vivid imagination,” Levi murmured, his voice distant, though there was an undeniable tension underneath, his eyes flickering back to the screen. His lips curled into a smirk as the words swirled in his mind, momentarily captivated by the rawness of the writing.

He looked away from the screen for a brief second, trying to gather his thoughts, but the image—the weight of it—stuck with him, too strong to ignore. Eren groaned again, his face buried in his hands in embarrassment.

Levi’s quiet chuckle filled the room, soft but edged with a knowing amusement. „Didn’t know you fantasized about cum eating,” Levi said, his tone a mix of teasing and something darker. He couldn’t quite suppress the growing warmth pooling in his stomach. His cock was already pressing against the inside of his jeans, the friction distracting him. There was no denying it now—Eren’s words, the imagery, it was getting to him in ways he hadn’t expected. „Okay… what else?“ Levi murmured, curiosity piqued, and his eyes once again returned to the screen.

He continued reading aloud, his voice steady but carrying an almost reverent quality as he read the next part:

„The boy moaned, the sound muffled by the fingers in his mouth. He licked around the digits, sucking the cum away, his cheeks flushed from the heat of his orgasm. The Captain let out a deep groan, his fingers digging bruising into the boy’s hip as he buried his big, pulsing cock deep inside him. But right before he hit his high, he pulled out, tossed the boy around, and pressed a rough, open-mouth kiss to his lips, tasting the salty flavor on the boy’s tongue. Breathing heavily, he forced the boy down onto his knees, manhandling him around to his liking… Oh, like a fuck doll? You like that?”

Levi’s eyes flicked sideways to Eren, who was still hiding his face, completely flushed. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of Levi’s mouth. His voice was low, quieter now as he read on, the words more intense with each passing sentence:

„He grabbed the boy’s long hair with one hand, his own cock with the other, stroking himself hard and fast in front of the boy’s face. His cock swelled in his grip, the tip flushed a deep red, tension building rapidly. The boy looked up with wide, pleading eyes, opening his mouth slightly, licking his lips in anticipation. His mouth glistened with saliva, shining as he stared up, waiting for what was to come. The Captain moaned, the erotic image sending a shiver of desire through his body. He jerked the boy’s hair harder, his grip tightening as his pleasure built, his eyes dark with hunger. The heat of the moment washed over him as the pleasure reached ist peak. ‘Oh, fuck, yes,‘ the Captain groaned deeply, his climax crashing over him as he spilled his cum on the boy’s flushed face. ‚Good boy‘… Hn, I know you have a little praise kink.”

Levi’s voice was low, tinged with admiration as he finally looked back at Eren. „You write really good porn,” he said, the words almost tasting foreign on his tongue, but there was no denying the heat behind them. „It’s hot.”

Eren’s face flushed deeper as he slowly let his hands fall from his face, his eyes flickering up to meet Levi’s. „You think so?“ he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty but laced with a quiet hope.

Unable to sit still, Eren pushed himself up from the chair and began pacing the room, his steps quick and uneven. His hands fidgeted at his sides, occasionally running through his hair as if trying to shake off the nerves. He glanced at Levi again, his expression torn between doubt and the desire to believe him. „I mean… it’s not too much? Not too—“ He stopped mid-step, his voice trailing off, waiting for reassurance.

His eyes scanned Levi, taking in the way Levi’s pupils were blown wide, the unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric of his jeans. Eren’s heart fluttered, and his chest tightened with something indescribable. He realized, in that moment, that Levi was being truthful—every word, every inch of him reacting to the writing. Seeing Levi like this, so visibly turned on, made Eren feel something better than any comment or praise he could have gotten from a stranger on the internet. It felt real. It felt intimate.

Levi’s gaze flickered down, his eyes roving over Eren’s body, drinking in the sight of him. Eren was only wearing a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, his smooth, caramel skin glowing in the light of the room. His naked chest rose and fell with each breath, and Levi found himself caught in the softness of his boyfriend’s features, the subtle curves of his body, the way his long chestnut-brown hair framed his face so perfectly. The contrast of Eren’s beauty and vulnerability in this moment was almost too much for Levi to handle. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, but the overwhelming warmth building inside him only grew stronger.

„Yeah, I think so,” Levi replied quietly, his voice rougher than usual as he forced himself to focus. He stepped forward, just close enough to feel the heat emanating from Eren’s body, his voice barely above a whisper. „I didn’t know you were holding back, though… Or that I should give it to you a little rougher, huh?” Levi smirked, but there was something in his eyes—something dark and almost possessive—as he let his words settle between them.

Eren met Levi’s gaze, his expression soft but filled with sincerity. „No,” he said, shaking his head slightly, „I love our sex. It’s intense and sensual and… hot, really.” His voice trailed off, the heat of the moment still hanging in the air. Eren took a small step forward, their bodies closer now, the tension between them palpable.

Levi looked up at his taller boyfriend, a quiet hum of amusement in his chest. „But maybe sometimes I should pull your hair, or slap your ass or something,” he murmured, a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t against the idea—not at all. Eren and he had been in a relationship for a year now, and the sex had always been incredible, but discovering new things about each other made it even more exciting.

Eren was young, only twenty-one— younger than Levi, who was a few years older and more experienced. Levi couldn’t help but wonder if there were things Eren hadn’t explored yet, things he was curious about but might be hesitant to bring up. But Levi wanted to be the one to help him explore, to create a space where Eren could feel safe enough to share all his desires and fantasies. There was no need to hide.

Levi’s hands reached out, fingers brushing gently against the warm skin of Eren’s hip, his touch soft but possessive. He could feel the heat of Eren’s body under his fingertips, the firmness of his muscles, and he wanted more—wanted to claim him in a way that was different, but just as intimate. „You know, Eren,” Levi’s voice was low, almost a whisper now, „you can tell me anything. You don’t have to hold back with me.”

Eren felt warmth spread through him, a quiet sense of being understood and cared for. Levi hadn’t mocked him for his writing—hadn’t dismissed his fanfiction as something to be embarrassed about. Instead, Levi had supported it, even going so far as to express interest in exploring some of Eren’s fantasies with him. It was more than just approval; it made Eren feel seen in a way he hadn’t quite realized he craved. It made him feel closer to Levi, knowing he wasn’t judged.

„I know,” Eren rumbled, his voice thick and low, the words hanging in the air with a deeper meaning than they seemed at first. There was a sincerity in them, a kind of vulnerability that he wasn’t used to showing, but in this moment, with Levi, he felt it was okay.

Levi nodded, his expression softening briefly, but there was a quiet intensity in his gaze that didn’t go unnoticed. Without a word, his hand shot up to Eren’s jaw, grasping it firmly but not harshly—a possessive, gentle hold. Eren’s breath caught in surprise, his eyes wide as he met Levi’s gaze, watching the flicker of something darker and more possessive pass through those grey eyes.

Levi’s thumb traced along Eren’s jawline before it gently pressed against his lips, urging them apart. Eren’s pulse quickened, his lips parting instinctively at the touch, and he gasped lightly, the coolness of Levi’s skin against his warmth sending a shiver through him. Levi’s eyes remained locked on his, intense, studying him with a kind of hunger that sent a rush of heat to Eren’s chest.

Levi’s thumb pressed down gently on Eren’s tongue, making him moan softly at the intimate sensation, before he slowly withdrew his hand. He grabbed Eren’s hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he pulled him forward with a sudden force, bringing their lips crashing together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Eren’s breath hitched as he was pulled into the kiss, and before he could fully register what was happening, Levi’s tongue was sliding into his mouth, asserting itself, taking control in a way that left Eren breathless.

Eren’s hands shot up to Levi’s shoulders instinctively, grounding himself as his body responded to the kiss, his heart racing in his chest. The urgency of Levi’s kiss made his mind spin, the heat between them palpable. It wasn’t soft or slow—it was hungry, full of the raw need they’d both been trying to suppress. Eren moaned against Levi’s lips as their tongues danced, exploring the depth of the kiss.

Levi, never one to shy away from what he wanted, shifted his grip on Eren, his hand digging into the younger man’s hair, pulling him closer. There was nothing tender in the way Levi bit down on Eren’s lower lip, pulling the sensitive flesh between his teeth before releasing it with a soft, satisfied growl. It wasn’t the usual softness of their kisses. It was rougher, more possessive—an unspoken challenge that Eren eagerly accepted.

Eren moaned again, a sound that vibrated deep in his chest, and Levi felt a surge of satisfaction at the way Eren responded to him. His own body was alive with the intensity of it, his cock already stirring in his pants as the kiss deepened, becoming more frantic. Eren’s body seemed to melt under Levi’s touch, his hands gripping Levi’s shoulders with more urgency, pulling him closer, as though needing to feel more of him, all of him.

Levi pulled away for a brief moment, breathless, his eyes dark with desire. He studied Eren’s flushed face, his lips swollen from the kiss, and the wild, hungry look in Eren’s eyes made Levi’s heart race. „You like that?” Levi murmured, his voice low, barely above a whisper. The words were a question and a tease, but the way they were said, laden with heat, made it clear Levi was only getting started.

Eren didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the gap between them once more, pressing his lips to Levi’s in a heated, urgent kiss, showing with his actions that he was more than willing to follow Levi’s lead.

Both of them were breathing heavily, the tension in the air thick and palpable. Levi’s fingers tightened around Eren’s hair, yanking him roughly, forcing his head to turn as he pushed him toward the couch. With practiced ease, he manhandled Eren into position, making him lean over the armrest. It was effortless for Levi; he had the strength. After all, he was a fitness trainer, the very same one Eren had met over a year ago when he first joined the studio. That’s how they had met.

Levi’s powerful grip on Eren was evident as he pressed him down, chest to the couch, ass raised in the air. Eren’s breath hitched, a mix of vulnerability and desire rushing through him. But just as quickly, the intensity of the moment shifted. Levi’s hands, now gentle, stroked over Eren’s backside, fingers grazing the curve of his hips. His lips brushed lightly against Eren’s shoulder, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down Eren’s spine.

„I’m going to fuck you so good,” Levi growled in Eren’s ear, the words a near mimic of the ones Eren had written in his fanfiction. The familiar fantasy flooded Eren’s mind, but this time it felt real.

Eren’s eyes widened, his mind racing with excitement as he processed what was happening. His heart pounded in his chest. Levi had always been intense—dominant in his own way—but he had never forced Eren like this into a position before. The mixture of strength and tenderness felt so natural, so right, and it sent a thrill of anticipation through Eren’s body. It was as though everything had come together perfectly in this moment.

Levi’s deep voice rumbled against Eren’s ear, sending another wave of shivers down his spine. „I’m going to stuff you full with my cock,” Levi growled, the dirty words sending a shock of heat through Eren’s body. „I’ll fill you up with my cum. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

A soft moan escaped Eren’s lips before he could stop it. His body reacted instinctively to the rough, dominant fantasy Levi was bringing to life. As much as their gentler, more intimate moments were special, there was something undeniably electrifying about the raw intensity of Levi’s words. The fantasy that had always been locked in Eren’s mind was now unfolding before him, and it was even more intoxicating than he had imagined.

Levi grabbed the towel from Eren’s waist and yanked it away, leaving him exposed. His hands immediately moved to Eren’s strong thighs, sliding upward before cupping his ass firmly. With a quick motion, he gave Eren’s backside a sharp slap. The sound of it echoed through the room, loud and satisfying. It didn’t hurt, not in the way one might expect, but it was just enough to spark a surge of excitement in Eren.

„I love your ass, it’s perfect,” Levi said, his voice deep and husky, filled with admiration. The praise sent a fluttering sensation through Eren’s chest. Eren let out a soft, needy whine, his body aching for more of Levi’s attention. It was true, he had a small praise kink. He didn’t respond to every kind word thrown his way, but when Levi praised him during their intimate moments, it hit differently. It ignited something inside him, a fire that only Levi seemed to know how to stoke.

Eren’s hard cock throbbed against the couch, leaking precum that stained the fabric beneath him. The mess was the furthest thing from his mind, but Levi would definitely notice later, grumbling about how difficult it was to clean. That was Levi—always precise, always neat. But now, Levi was anything but neat. The way he talked, rough and dirty, and the way his strong hands kneaded Eren’s ass cheeks—it was raw, primal, and intoxicating.

Levi had never been shy with his words. He cursed like a sailor and spoke with a bluntness that left nothing to the imagination. But now, in the heat of this moment, with full-on dirty talk spilling from his lips? It was hotter than anything Eren had ever imagined. He felt his cock swell against the couch and bit his lip to hold back a moan.

„What a nice little hole,” Levi muttered, his breath ghosting over Eren’s spine as he kissed his way downward. „Bet you’re so tight for me. So good.”

Eren shivered at both Levi’s words and his touch. It was a perfect combination—gentle in some places, rough in others. Levi knew how to take control without overstepping, but tonight, he seemed bolder, wilder.

Levi knelt behind him, his warm breath teasing the sensitive skin between Eren’s cheeks. Eren’s back arched instinctively as soon as Levi’s tongue dragged over his entrance. Levi spread him open with firm hands, burying his face between Eren’s ass as he let out a muffled groan. His tongue flicked over the tight ring of muscle before sucking gently at the spot, coaxing it to relax.

Eren gripped the couch cushions, his head dropping forward as his hips bucked back, trying to get more of Levi’s tongue. Damn, Levi was incredible with his mouth. His tongue moved with purpose, alternating between flicking, sucking, and pressing against Eren’s entrance. Then Levi shifted, licking along the curve of Eren’s ass before trailing lower to take Eren’s balls into his mouth.

A sharp nip to his cheek, followed by a smack, made Eren yelp, a surprised noise that melted into a desperate moan.

„You sound so fucking hot,” Levi murmured. His hands kneaded Eren’s ass, squeezing and spreading him apart further. Levi paused, then spat directly onto Eren’s hole, watching the slickness drip down before rubbing it in with his thumb.

Eren’s face burned as heat spread up his neck to his ears. Levi never did things like this—spitting, being so unrestrained. Usually, he was precise and controlled, but tonight, Levi was giving in completely, letting himself indulge in every filthy desire and fantasy.

A single finger pressed against Eren’s entrance, pushing past the slick muscle with ease. Levi moved slowly, testing Eren’s limits, and then slid in deeper.

Levi straightened, standing back up, still working his finger in and out as his other hand ran over Eren’s spine. „Relax,” Levi murmured, his voice surprisingly soft compared to his earlier growls. „I don’t want to hurt you.”

Eren moaned, his body responding instinctively. It didn’t take long for him to relax enough for Levi to add another finger. The stretch was perfect—not too much, but enough to make Eren’s breath hitch. Levi curled his fingers inside, pressing against that sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy.

Eren gasped, his whole body trembling as Levi stroked the sensitive spot repeatedly. He shamelessly rolled his hips back, chasing the pressure, spreading his legs wider to give Levi more access.

„Levi, please,” Eren begged, his voice shaky. His body was on fire, and the slow, deliberate rhythm of Levi’s fingers was driving him mad. „Need more…”

Levi placed a soft kiss on Eren’s shoulder before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him upright.

Eren’s eyes widened, his breathing heavy. The burn on his scalp was sharp but not unpleasant—it was grounding, anchoring him to Levi’s touch. He turned his head slightly, meeting Levi’s gaze.

Levi’s grey eyes were darker than usual, filled with raw, unfiltered desire. His normally pale cheeks were flushed, and stray strands of black hair fall into his forehead. The look he gave Eren was feral, predatory.

Eren’s heart pounded in his chest, heat pooling low in his belly.

„You need what?” Levi asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Eren’s spine.

„You,” Eren admitted, swallowing hard.

Levi leaned closer, brushing his lips against Eren’s. Instead of kissing him, he bit down on Eren’s lower lip, tugging it gently.

„Tell me exactly what you want,” Levi demanded, his tone rough yet teasing.

Eren hesitated, swallowing again. Dirty talk wasn’t new to their relationship, but Levi was pushing him now, pulling words from him that usually stayed locked away in his fantasies.

„I need… your cock,” Eren said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Levi smirked, equal parts amused and aroused by Eren’s rare moment of shyness. His loudmouthed, cheeky boyfriend, now unexpectedly subdued and vulnerable beneath him—it was captivating. „Yeah, I know you do,” Levi said, his voice low and teasing. „But come on, be a good boy and say it for me.”

Eren’s cheeks burned, but the hunger in Levi’s eyes made it impossible to hold back. „Fuck me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. „Fuck me with your big cock. Please. I need you inside me.”

Levi groaned, his breath hitching as he closed his eyes for a moment. „Shit,” he muttered, his control slipping. „You sound so damn hot.”

Levi leaned in, kissing Eren deeply. His lips moved tenderly against Eren’s, their tongues brushing in contrast to the roughness of Levi’s earlier actions. It was a reminder of how much Levi cared, even in the heat of the moment.

„Should I get the lube?” Levi asked softly as they pulled apart.

Eren smiled at the question. Even now, Levi’s concern shone through. „No, it’s okay,” Eren reassured him. „I’m really turned on. I’ll relax for you. Just… go slow.”

Levi nodded, pressing a soft kiss to Eren’s lips before seamlessly shifting back into his dominant role. The sound of fabric rustling filled the air as Levi quickly undressed, peeling off his jeans and tossing his black shirt aside with swift movements.

He pushed Eren’s face into the couch cushions, spreading his legs further apart with his knees. His hands gripped Eren’s hips firmly, holding him in place as Levi lined himself up.

He slid his cock between Eren’s cheeks, smearing precum over his entrance as he teased him. „Fuck, you’re so hot,” Levi muttered, watching his cock glide against Eren’s flushed skin. „Such a sexy ass.”

Taking himself in hand, Levi stroked his length once before pressing the tip against Eren’s entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, his head falling back as he was enveloped by Eren’s tight heat.

Eren gasped sharply, his hands clutching at the couch as his body stretched to accommodate Levi. The burn was intense, but the pleasure overwhelmed everything else.

Levi went slow, just as he’d promised, easing himself into Eren inch by inch. The stretch was intense, and Eren’s body trembled with the effort of taking him. His arms shook, barely holding him up as he pressed his forehead against the couch cushions. Levi was big—so big—and Eren could feel every inch, his body clenching instinctively before gradually relaxing.

Eren’s lips parted as he gasped, his thighs shaking beneath him. „God, Levi…” he managed to whisper, his voice breathless.

„Breathe, Eren,” Levi said, his voice low and rough. One of his hands smoothed over Eren’s hip as the other steadied his cock. „You’re taking me so well. Fuck, you feel amazing—your ass was made for me.”

Levi paused a moment before he started to move, pulling out slowly before pressing back in with deliberate, measured thrusts. Each one stretched Eren a little more, filling him completely. Levi kept his movements controlled, giving Eren time to adjust, though the strain in his voice made it clear how much effort it took to hold back.

Eren exhaled shakily, his body gradually relaxing around Levi. He pushed back against him slightly, signaling that he was ready for more. That was all Levi needed. With a sharp snap of his hips, Levi drove deeper, pulling a loud moan from Eren.

„Fuck,” Eren groaned, his cock twitching against the couch as Levi began to thrust harder. The pace quickened, each movement more forceful than the last. Levi’s grip on Eren’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into his skin, holding him in place as he drove into him.

The sharp sound of a smack echoed through the room as Levi’s hand smacked down on Eren’s ass, leaving a stinging heat in its wake. Eren yelped, the sting quickly morphing into pleasure as he moaned loudly, his body arching into Levi’s touch.

Levi growled low in his throat, his hand sliding up to the back of Eren’s neck. He pressed him down into the couch, making Eren’s back arch even more, his ass raised perfectly to meet Levi’s thrusts. The new angle made each movement hit deeper, and Eren’s cries grew louder, more desperate.

„This what you wanted?” Levi rasped, his voice raw with arousal. „Getting fucked rough and hard like my good little slut?”

Eren’s mind went blank, every thought drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body. He moaned incoherently, unable to form a proper response.

Levi’s hand tangled in Eren’s hair, yanking him upright until his back pressed against Levi’s chest. The shift was abrupt, the intensity making Eren gasp as he struggled to focus.

„I asked you a question,” Levi growled, his voice right against Eren’s ear, rough and commanding. Each word was broken by his own gasps and heavy breathing.

„Yes!” Eren cried out, nodding frantically as his body trembled in Levi’s hold. „Yes—ah, fuck—yes, I want it! Fuck me hard, Levi!”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk against Eren’s neck, his breath hot against sweat-slicked skin. „That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice dripping with approval. „Good boy, Eren. I knew you could say it.”

With that, Levi pushed him forward again, his hands gripping Eren’s hips as he resumed his relentless pace. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through Eren, his body melting under Levi’s control as he surrendered completely to the moment.

Eren moaned louder, his voice rising with every thrust, gasping Levi’s name. „I’m so close… please.” The heat in his crotch was unbearable, the tension building quickly, spiraling higher with every passing second. It was happening fast, but who could blame him? The entire experience was intoxicating—Levi’s every movement, the dirty words, the way his cock hit Eren’s prostate with each thrust. The friction of Eren’s own cock dragging against the soft fabric of the couch only added to it, leaving a damp, sticky patch beneath him.

And then Levi pulled out.

„What—?” Eren barely managed to get the word out before Levi moved, strong and commanding. His hands were firm as they gripped Eren and flipped him onto his back, leaving Eren sprawled on the couch, breathless. Levi knelt between his legs, wasting no time. He grabbed Eren’s thighs, pushing them up against his chest, and lined himself up. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside again, making Eren cry out.

Levi didn’t stop. His pace was relentless as he fucked Eren deeper, the angle making every thrust brush against his sweet spot. Eren’s legs were draped over Levi’s shoulders, his body pinned down completely. Levi’s strong grip kept him in place, one hand pressing his thighs firmly while the other wrapped around Eren’s cock. He stroked him fast, rough, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Eren’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as he looked up at Levi through heavy, lidded eyes. God, he was so beautiful. Levi’s body was a masterpiece in motion—his taut muscles flexing with every movement, pale skin glistening with sweat, and sharp, angular features locked in intense concentration. His dark eyes burned with desire, and Eren felt his heart race at the sight.

It was no wonder Eren always fantasized about him, weaving Levi into the stories he wrote. But reality was so much better. The sheer presence of him, the way he moved, the way he looked—everything about Levi overwhelmed him.

Eren’s cock twitched in Levi’s hand, and the tension that had been building finally snapped. His body tensed, his back arching as the first wave of his orgasm hit. His head fell back against the couch, his hands clawing at the cushions, searching for anything to anchor himself.

His cock swelled in Levi’s grip as a powerful electric flash of pleasure shot through him, igniting his body in a blaze of ecstasy.

„Yes—yes, Levi!” Eren cried out, his voice breaking as he came, spilling hot streams of cum over his stomach. His body shook, wracked with pleasure so intense it left him breathless, every nerve alight with sensation.

„Shit, you’re so hot when you come,” Levi moaned, throwing his head back. His cock twitched inside Eren as his hips snapped forward, plunging into the tight heat over and over. His body tensed, trembling as his own climax crept closer. Pleasure surged through him, his orgasm on the edge of crashing over, but at the last second, Levi’s mind caught up to the game they were playing.

He pulled out fast, making Eren gasp in surprise at the sudden emptiness. Levi gripped his cock tightly, stroking himself hard and fast. His other hand held Eren’s thigh in a bruising grip, fingers digging into the firm muscle as if to anchor himself. Their eyes locked, Levi’s smoldering grey meeting Eren’s wide, lust-blown green gaze.

„Fuck,” Levi growled low as his release hit. His body shuddered, a deep groan spilling from his lips as hot waves of pleasure coursed through him. Cum spilled from him in thick, white spurts, splattering across Eren’s flushed skin. His release mixed with Eren’s on his stomach, chest, and even dotted his dark, stiff nipples.

Eren lay there, sprawled out beneath Levi, watching him with awe. His breathing was ragged, and a faint aftershock of his own orgasm rippled through his body, leaving him trembling.

Levi stood over him, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his skin flushed a deep pink. „Shit,” he muttered, voice gravelly, his eyes raking over Eren. „You’re such a mess.”

Eren’s dark brown hair fanned out wildly around his head, sweat and cum glistening on his caramel-toned skin. The soft ridges of his stomach and chest muscles gleamed under the dim light, sticky from their mixed releases. Lust still lingered in the air, and Levi’s gaze was primal, possessive.

„You’re mine,” Levi growled, his voice heavy with need. „So perfect, Eren. So damn sexy.”

Levi shifted, spreading Eren’s legs apart once more. He leaned down and licked slowly through the sticky mess coating Eren’s stomach, making the younger man gasp in surprise. Levi’s tongue dragged over Eren’s skin, collecting the salty remnants of their passion. His lips brushed through the coarse, dark hair at Eren’s base, his tongue lapping up to his navel and over his chest.

Eren bit his lip, trembling as Levi worked over him. The sensation was hot and filthy, completely unexpected but undeniably erotic. They’d had oral sex before, sure—Levi had swallowed his cum before—but this? Licking it off his skin, savoring it like something precious? That was new.

Levi finished his task, sitting up and grabbing Eren’s jaw with one hand. His thumb pressed against Eren’s soft lips, forcing them open. Eren barely had time to react before Levi gave him a filthy, teasing grin and spat into his mouth—a warm mix of their combined release.

Eren’s eyes widened in shock, but the heat of the moment quickly melted his surprise. Dirty. Filthy. Intoxicating. Hot.

Before he could fully process it, Levi’s mouth was on his, kissing him with a heated, open-mouthed passion. Their tongues tangled, the salty, sticky taste of cum shared between them as Eren swallowed it down, accepting the evidence of their passion.

„Fuck,” Levi panted when they finally pulled apart, his lips red and swollen. „That was so fucking hot.”

He collapsed beside Eren on the couch, both of them catching their breath.

Eren stared up at the ceiling, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. Unexpected, filthy, and undeniably erotic—Levi had not only lived up to Eren’s fantasy but exceeded it in ways he hadn’t even imagined.

Levi turned to Eren, his usual intensity softened by the quiet intimacy that followed. The urgency and heat that had fueled their actions moments ago had melted into something gentler, more genuine. He cupped Eren’s face in his hands, his thumb grazing Eren’s jawline as his eyes softened. „I love you,“ Levi whispered, his voice low and tender, as if the words themselves were a secret he’d been holding onto. He kissed Eren again, a soft, lingering touch that contrasted sharply with the raw passion they’d shared earlier.

Eren’s heart fluttered, swelling with emotion. This was Levi, not the untouchable soldier or the rough exterior, but the real man who had let his guard down completely. „I love you too,“ Eren murmured in return, his voice thick with warmth.

They lay side by side on the couch, the silence between them comfortable, as both of them caught their breath. Levi nudged Eren playfully, his grin mischievous and knowing. „Was it too much?“ he asked, his voice laced with a teasing concern. „I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?“

Eren chuckled softly, shaking his head. „No, it was perfect,“ he assured him, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of vulnerability. He paused, meeting Levi’s gaze, his cheeks flushing slightly as he looked away. „I didn’t expect the… whole cum thing,“ he admitted, his voice quiet but full of surprise. „But it… oh my God, it was so hot.“

Levi laughed, a low, satisfied chuckle that seemed to vibrate through the air between them. „Good,“ he said, his tone full of playful smugness. „I’m glad you liked it.“ His expression turned more teasing as he leaned closer, the corners of his mouth curving into a sly grin. „You should write more filthy porn,“ he suggested, his eyes glinting with amusement. „Let me read the stuff you write, and we can experiment a little more.“

Eren’s face flushed even deeper at the thought, but the idea of pushing boundaries, exploring with Levi in ways he had never imagined, stirred something new and thrilling inside him. He felt both embarrassed and excited by the prospect. „I—“ he started, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, „we’ll see about that.“

Having Levi this excited and open to indulging in Eren’s fantasies was the best review he could have hoped for. Eren felt a rush of pride and satisfaction—Levi, the ever-composed, usually reserved man, was giving in to something that was completely outside his usual comfort zone. And to Eren, that was the ultimate sign of trust, of love. The idea of pushing boundaries with Levi, exploring new aspects of their connection, was thrilling. Eren realized how much he wanted to keep exploring these moments with him.

As if Levi could sense the swirl of thoughts racing through Eren’s mind, he leaned closer with that characteristic bluntness Eren both loved and dreaded. „You know,“ Levi began, his voice calm yet carrying that unmistakable edge of amusement, „if you don’t get any comments, it’s probably because they’re all busy jerking off to your porn.“

Eren’s laugh burst out of him before he could even try to contain it. The sheer absurdity of Levi’s blunt honesty had always made him laugh, but there was something else now—a deep, heartfelt affection for the man who, in his own way, was always so real with him. It felt so good to laugh like this, to be with someone who didn’t hold back and wasn’t afraid to share the darker, more twisted sides of himself.

Eren leaned into Levi, playfully nudging him. „God, I love you so much,“ he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Levi kissed his shoulder lightly, the gesture tender and surprisingly soft for someone usually so sharp. His lips lingered there for a second, as though savoring the moment, before pulling away slightly. „We should go shower,“ he suggested, the practicality of his tone blending with a hint of playfulness that hadn’t entirely left his voice. „You’re going to need it after all that.“

Eren looked over at Levi, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of being close to him again, of feeling the heat of his body against his in the steam of the shower. The intimacy of it wasn’t lost on him. They could share something as simple as this—a shower—and yet, it felt profoundly intimate, more intimate than anything else they’d shared.

„Yeah,“ Eren agreed with a light grin, feeling the warmth of the moment wrap around him like a blanket. „Lead the way.“

Levi gave him a knowing look, his lips curling into a subtle smirk as he stood up from the couch. „Come on, I’ll wash you.“ He motioned toward the bathroom, and without another word, they made their way there. The quiet tension between them was now replaced with something more comfortable, a shared sense of familiarity and anticipation.

The shower would be a simple thing, but with Levi, even the most mundane moments carried a depth and connection that Eren had never known with anyone else. He couldn’t wait to see where this new chapter in their relationship would lead—and what new things they could explore when Eren wrote the next chapter of his story.

The End