A hitched, pleased breath drew Eren back to the present, two months in the future,
and he came back to himself all at once.
The crisp night air filtered into the dimly-lit office through an open window, bringing
with it the smell of nighttime. It couldn’t wash away the scent of lavender and honey
that bloomed in the air, warm and sweet as it wafted from Levi’s oil-slicked scent
glands.
He smelled so fresh and clean, Eren thought, inhaling sharply through his nose as
his tongue traced along the seam of Levi’s lips. He crooned quietly when the
captain immediately let his mouth fall open and accepted the slide of their tongues
together with a husky moan rumbling from his chest. The smell of soap from his
shower and freshly-laundered nightclothes he’d changed into combined with his
natural scent to create one that smelled of warmth and comfort and home.
Levi was pressed against him and his muscular thighs were lying firmly against the
outside of his own, allowing Eren to feel every inch of thick, corded muscle. His arm
wrapped around Levi’s slim waist, pulling him closer and steadying him while his
other hand cupping the back of Levi’s head, fingers running gently through silky,
ink-black hair. Levi’s body just felt so warm and solid pressed against his own, and
Eren smiled against Levi’s lips as the captain’s fingers tightened around his
shoulders, a little shiver running its way through his body as he leaned in, slotting
his lips more firmly over Eren's in a way that was nothing short of eager.
Levi was just so responsive, so receptive to his touch, and Eren drank in every
eager press of his body, every tight squeeze on his shoulders whenever he did
something Levi liked, the way he all but melted against Eren as their mouths moved
together, slotting against each other’s with a lovely familiarity that came with much
practice. Levi’s tongue was warm and soft as it brushed over his lips, and his small
omega fangs were pleasantly sharp when they nipped at his bottom lip playfully.
He let Levi bear him down against the back of the sofa, trapping him in the
cushions as his knees sank into the padded surface. He was all but pushing
forwards, eagerly pressing their bodies together, and Eren felt Levi’s strength
keenly in the way his hands pushed his shoulders back and thighs tightened
around him, holding him in place.
Like this, his ass was almost resting on his cock, and he could feel the press of
Levi’s own against his stomach. It wasn’t quite hard yet, but was well on its way
and firming with each passing moment. It excited Eren, knowing that he could make
the fearsome Captain Levi press against him so eagerly. It took all of Eren's selfcontrol not to push Levi down and grind his own dick up against the swell of that
tight little ass, to let Levi feel exactly what he’d done.
No, Eren thought, but not without a hefty amount of want, it wasn’t the night for it.
Not yet, at least. Though, perhaps…
Breaking their kiss, Eren pulled Levi closer and trailed his lips down Levi’s cheek,
gently nudging his head back and to the side. A pleased sigh escaped Levi’s lips
and he bared the long curve of his throat to Eren, showing off his oil-glossed skin. It
sent a wave of want crashing through him, and he darted his tongue out to taste
the flushed skin of his jaw, arm tightening around his waist to keep him still as he
drew every closer to the one place that he wanted to taste most in the world.
Maybe, Eren thought hopefully, all but trembling in eagerness as the sweet, warm
scent of lavender and honey bloomed around him, maybe this time…
Right as his lips were about to latch over Levi’s glossy scent gland, the captain
suddenly stiffened and went utterly still, breath catching in the back of his throat in
a way that was almost surprised. Eren felt his heart sink as soon as he felt Levi
freeze, because this was something that he was all too familiar with. Levi was
about to push him away to disappear for some unknown reason, and it made his
heart sink and a whine threaten to creep out of his throat. He tightened his grip
around Levi, holding him as close as he could to soak up the warmth radiating from
his lithe body for the last few moments he would be able to.
Levi just felt so good in his arms, pressed against him, that for a split second, Eren
heavily considered throwing caution to the wind and pressing on. Levi’s scent gland
was right there, so close that the delicious scent of omega was making Eren's
mouth water. It would be so, so easy to lean in and latch his lips over the little nub
and finally taste that thick, heady oil on his tongue.
Eren wanted, but at the end of the day, Levi’s comfort was more important to him
than his own selfish desires.
Already mourning the loss of Levi’s warmth, Eren let out a deep breath and began
pulling away before Levi could say anything, frustratingly used to the routine by
now.
“Wait,” Levi suddenly called, voice gone rough as he began pushing away.
Eren repressed the disappointed sigh that came with the word, but he loosened his
grip around Levi without any fuss, arms falling away to rest his hands at his sides,
closing his eyes as bitter rejection welled in the back of his throat. He wasn’t going
to force the captain into anything he didn’t want, but Eren had to admit that he was
getting frustrated.
Two months, and he hadn’t even gotten to scent mark Levi or do anything more
than kiss him and pet him a little bit.
Eren wasn’t one to press or coerce, but goddamn, he wanted his scent on Levi’s
skin, wanted to feel that lithe body underneath his hands and hear quiet cries
tumble from Levi’s lips. He wanted Levi in every possible way, and so while he
didn’t mind waiting, constantly being rebuffed by weak excuses made him wonder if
this was truly what Levi wanted.
He watched with mixed confusion and frustration as Levi stiffly pushed away and
sat up, then slid backwards onto his socked feet, refusing to look Eren in the eye.
His entire body was tensed, his body language closed off, and Eren just
couldn’t read him.
The captain was usually a closed book, but Eren knew his little tells. He knew what
every quirk of his lips or tightening of his eyes meant and could read every small
shift in his body or face – all except for right now.
Yeah. There was definitely something wrong with Levi.
He just didn’t know what. Why did Levi always stop them the moment they started
getting heated?
Levi was always so eager and welcoming at first, but it changed in a millisecond,
and there was nothing Eren could pinpoint that made him suddenly pull back. It
seemed to happen randomly – sometimes earlier in the night, sometimes later, as it
had right now.
He knew Levi trusted him both here and in the field, in every aspect of their lives,
so why wouldn’t he talk about whatever was making him freeze up?
It was, perhaps, that frustration bubbling over that made him suddenly blurt out,
“Levi, what the hell?” right as the omega began to silently turn and walk away from
him. His words came out harsher than he would have liked, cutting in a way that he
immediately regretted when Levi suddenly went stock-still.
His shoulders tensed and his head bowed, hands fisting at his sides. There was no
doubt in his mind that Levi scented the annoyance rolling off him and heard the
frustration in his roughened voice.
Just as Eren was about to apologize for how angry he’d sounded, Levi took a deep
breath and shook his head. “Just – I have to go to the bathroom,” Levi muttered,
voice curt and shoulders stiff. “Just wait a few minutes.”
Eren's eyes narrowed as Levi started inching away from him, subtly twisting his
body. It looked like he was curled in slightly on himself, trying to angle himself away
from Eren. What are you hiding? Eren distantly thought, concern flashing through
him.
“You always say that,” Eren said, sitting up and resting his hands upon his knees.
He hated the way Levi seemed to shy away from him, and he stopped, lips tilting
down into a deep frown. “You say that, and then you send me away, every night.”
It made him wonder – had something happened in his life to make him inherently
distrustful of alphas, or even intimacy?
No, can’t be, Eren thought, immediately discarding the thought. He never flinched
when an alpha came up to him, could make even the giant Mike cower with a single
sharp glare, and he never shied away when sparring or training with alphas or
betas. Levi was far too blunt and honest – if there had been something like this
standing in the way, it would have come up by now. They’d learned much about
each other during their nightly trysts in Levi’s office, talking in hushed tones and
quiet whispers about their lives before
Eren knew about Levi’s upbringing in the Underground City, about his mother and
the squalor he’d survived in. He knew where Levi’s desire to have things clean
stemmed from, knew about Isabel and Farlan, had been privy to all the soft, broken
parts of the captain by now – all except for whatever was causing this.
This was the last great unknown, and Eren had no idea what was wrong, but he
wanted to fix it, both for himself and for the captain.
“I just… I don’t understand,” Eren said, gentling his tone and raking a hand through
his hair only to wince when it tugged on his messy bun. “I just don’t get what’s
wrong.”
Levi paused to consider his words, and after a moment his tense shoulders
drooped the tiniest bit. “It’s nothing,” Levi muttered, frustration echoing in his voice
– though strangely enough, it didn’t seem targeted at Eren, but himself. It was
almost like he was angry at himself, and Eren filed away every clue he could to try
to fit the pieces together. “I just – need a moment.”
He took a few steps away, fingers curled into fists at his side, and Eren suddenly
lurched into motion. He couldn’t let Levi run away now – the problem was out in the
open now, and damned if Eren didn’t at least try to drag the truth out of him. For all
that Eren cared for Levi, there were times when his stubbornness and pride made
him want to gnash his teeth with frustration.
“Wait,” Eren called, rising to his feet and drawing himself up. Levi didn’t bother to
turn, though his body tensed, almost as if he were preparing to flee. It bothered
Eren more than he cared to admit. “Is it… me?” Eren said, swallowing around the
words, fearing the answer.
Levi jolted as if shocked, turning slightly in order to face Eren. There was a hint of
surprise on his face, as though he didn’t understand why Eren would think that.
“No,” Levi immediately said, shaking his head. While his answer didn’t reveal any
information, it did help to settle some of Eren’s worries, because there was no
hesitation that would have indicated he was lying. “No, Eren. No. It’s not that,” he
muttered, reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose in a sharp, jerky motion that
was rife with frustration. “I just-” he cut himself off, taking a deep, steadying breath.
He bit his lip, refusing to meet Eren's eyes as he waited for the captain to continue.
His face was blank, utterly neutral, though Eren could sense his mind churning as
he thought.
The silence stretched on awkwardly between them and it soon became obvious
that Levi wasn’t going to willingly say anything further on the matter. Swallowing
past the lump in his throat, Eren took a small step forwards, but froze when Levi’s
body stiffened, breath hitching.
A pang shot through his heart, because – Levi seemed almost afraid of him or
didn’t want him near, and considering how much Eren yearned for him, the
wordless rebuff hurt.
“Then why do you always run away?” Eren pressed on, voice quiet but intent, hurt
lacing his words. “It’s been two months, and I – shit, Levi,” he said, brows furrowing
unconsciously as he rubbed his palms over the tops of his thighs nervously. “It’s
selfish, but I want more. I want your scent on my skin, and mine on yours,” he told
Levi, voice softening as voiced his deepest desires. “I want to hold you close and
feel you without worrying that I’m doing something wrong. I want to know that
you’re not going to disappear on me the moment I go any further than kissing you.”
Eren swallowed, eyes raising and attempting to search out Levi’s, but failing when
the captain refused to look at him. “If you – if you’re not comfortable, then it’s
alright. But I need you to talk to me about this.”
Levi remained silent during the entirety of Eren's speech, but even when he
finished, he refused to look up. Eren still couldn’t get a good read on him – even his
profile was closed off. After a few moments, Levi’s scent morphed into something
harsh, something that made Eren's nose wrinkle in distaste at the scent of ashy
lavender and bittered honey.
“It’s not you,” he repeated, still refusing to look at Eren. “I can tell you that much. It’s
not – that I don’t want to, I just-” Levi cut himself off, closing his eyes, and
resignation laced his voice when he finished, “I can’t.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, squeezing lightly, almost like he wanted to curl
in on himself. It was an almost self-conscious gesture that Eren immediately homed
in on. It was something Levi always did after he stopped them, and it made Eren
wonder if he was just shy or self-conscious about his body, though it made no
sense. Levi was blunt and honest to the extreme and there wasn’t a shy bone in his
body.
He’d stripped without a thought in front of them to bathe in a river during a
particularly muddy expedition and had trained shirtless countless times in the
warm, humid summer. Being undressed while intimate was completely different, but
the explanation still didn’t fit right with him.
“If it’s not me, then tell me what it is,” Eren entreated, brows furrowing in frustration
as he looked up at the frowning captain. He wanted to reach out and gather Levi
close, soothe away his fears and fix it, but he couldn’t when Levi remained so
unfailingly closed off. “Talk to me, Levi, please,” he asked, voice gentle but
insistent.
He could feel Levi’s hesitation as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other,
and he could see Levi’s lips tremble, almost like he were about to speak. His throat
bobbed as he swallowed, and slowly, he turned to face Eren, conflict evident in his
clear grey eyes.
It was the most uncertain he’d ever seen the normally confident, self-assured man.
For a moment, Eren's hopes flared, because it seemed like maybe Levi was
seriously considering his request. But then – right as he thought things were finally
taking a turn for the better, a strange little shiver ran through Levi’s body and his
hand jerked up in an aborted attempt to rub over his chest. And – Eren recognized
that gesture.
It had taken him awhile to notice, but it was an absent gesture Levi always made
whenever nervous or anxious, tracing his fingers over the fabric and rubbing his
palm against his shirt, almost as if checking for something. His eyes widened
almost imperceptibly, and then Eren's hopes were abruptly dashed as Levi
steadfastly turned away, shaking his head with a finality that made Eren’s heart
sink.
“Not tonight,” he said, voice turning hard, closing himself off. “Just – I’ll be back,” he
said, holding out a hand in a wordless command to stay, already moving to turn
away.
The coldness to Levi’s words and complete dismissal of Eren's plea was the last
straw for him, and his temper flared. He just – he remembered how soft Levi’s eyes
had been that first night, how honest and open he was, and the sudden change in
personality was completely out of character for the Levi he knew personally.
Something was wrong, and all he knew was that he needed to fix it. Had to, for both
of them, or the tentative, fragile thing blooming between them was going to be
crushed before it could begin.
However, Levi was stubborn and unyielding – as immovable as the three walls,
people joked behind his back. While the snippy gossip angered Eren, he knew
deep down that it was true. Once Levi decided on a course of action, it was
notoriously difficult to change his mind. Eren knew that unless something drastic
shifted, there would be no way of getting Levi to open up.
There needed to be a catalyst of some sort, and, well… Eren had always been one
to start things.
People had called him suicidal maniac and a hothead for as long as he could
remember. He’d always been known for having a temper that flared hot and bright
as the sun. He liked to think that he’d calmed down over the years and gained
some maturity, but while one’s nature could shift, it could never completely change.
Before he could fully think it through or consider the ramifications of such an action,
Eren swiftly lunged forwards and wrapped his arms around Levi’s waist, then slung
the shocked captain over his shoulder before he could react. Levi was surprisingly
heavy, Eren noted as he easily hauled Levi up, ignoring the loud, startled yelp that
broke free. Levi was small, but his body was heavy with dense muscle, and it was a
good, comforting weight, one that had Eren's alpha all but purring in delight.
Levi’s flat stomach met the curve of Eren's shoulder with a loud, shocked grunt,
and Eren staggered a little bit, almost tripping over the small table near the couch
as he re-balanced himself with a grunt and planted his feet firmly on the ground.
Levii’s sudden thrashing didn’t help matters – he recovered instantly and
immediately began twisting almost violently, trying to break free from Eren's
ironclad grip.
“What the fuck,” Levi seethed, eyes narrowed in a hateful glare as he pushed at
Eren's shoulders and tugged at his legs, trying to get one free in order to drive his
knee into the alpha’s stomach. “Fuck, Eren, fucking let me down!”
For all of Levi’s efforts, he lacked the proper leverage needed to break free, and the
both of them knew it. Eren only tightened his arm around Levi’s waist, jaw
tightening and eyes narrowing in determination as he held the squirming captain
aloft on his shoulder.
“No,” Eren replied, voice tight as he shifted the omega in order to steady him and
prevent him from wriggling away. He kept an arm slung over Levi’s back and
another wrapped around his thighs. He made sure his grip was firm, but was
careful to adjust so that his shoulder wasn’t digging into the tender skin of his
stomach. “You’re just going to run away from me, and I want to have a
conversation with you,” he said, making his way through Levi’s office and heading
to his attached private quarters.
“Is this what you call a fucking conversation?” Levi growled. His voice was layered
heavily with anger and his scent turned harsh and ashy, almost like burnt honey
and smoldering lavender. It was one that instinctively made Eren want to shy away,
because it was him causing the scent of distressed omega.
Although, curiously enough, if he scented Levi deeply enough, there was a thin
trail of sour panic lacing its way into his scent.
He shouldered open the thick wooden door leading to Levi’s private quarters, and
after a quick glance around, he was satisfied to find that Levi had already lit the oil
lamps before coming out to his office to meet him for the night. Levi himself was
dressed in thin black pants and a simple, long-sleeved shirt that was loose and
comfortable, but form-fitting in a way that hugged his form in a way that Eren
always found far too enticing.
Unable to help himself, Eren's eyes flicked over to look at Levi’s feet, raising a
brow. Pale and small, they were almost dainty in comparison to Eren's, and a small
thrill of excitement went through him. Humanity’s Strongest had the smallest, most
delicate feet he’d ever seen, and every time he thought about who Levi
was, what he was, it sent a lance of something dangerously akin to hunger through
him.
The strongest man in the Walls, in the world, and he was allowing a brat of an
alpha, his subordinate to do these things to him.
Well, maybe not allowed, Eren thought with a hint of amusement. At least, not at
the moment. Levi was still squirming on his shoulder, movements more frantic now
as he fisted his hands in Eren's shoulder and tried to push back, to get a knee
braced against his chest in order break free. A strange new smell tingled at the
edges of Eren's senses, something that smelled almost sweet, but it was gone
before he could get a good read on it, masked by the overbearing scent of Levi’s
anger.
Eren reached the bed, and without hesitation, he tightened his grip around Levi and
hauled the captain off his shoulder, catching him in his arms before tossing him
onto the bed.
“What the-” Levi made a sharp, surprised noise as his back hit the bed, “fuck!” His
eyes went wide at the sudden rough manhandling, as if he were unable to believe
that he’d just been tossed around like a child’s rag doll.
In a split second, though, that surprise turned to anger and he made to surge up, to
kick Eren away and flee, but Eren had already guessed his intentions.
Swift as a flash – that extra training with Levi really did pay off, Eren thought with a
tinge of smugness – he splayed his palm over Levi’s strong chest and pushed.
Normally, the action wouldn’t have moved the stubborn captain, but his eyes
widened and he jerked back reflexively, as if trying to avoid his touch. It made him
lose his normally feline-esque sense of balance and Levi was sent sprawling back
onto the soft mattress with a huff and bitten-off curse. Eren took up Levi’s hands as
he straddled the captain’s hips, pushing his arms above his head and pinning him
firmly, but gently.
Levi was more than displeased with the sudden turn of events. A slew of filthy
curses fell from his lips as his back hit the mattress, though as soon as he was
pinned, he froze, eyes darting up to take in his trapped hands before returning to
Eren.
The glare that Levi leveled upon him would have made a larger alpha shake in his
boots, but Eren knew Levi well. When it came to people he truly cared about, his
threats and glares were all for show – rather like a kitten baring their fangs.
But… he’d know even more about Levi if he would just talk to him, Eren thought,
narrowing his eyes in annoyance. It was a compromising position, one that Eren
would love to be in at any other point in time. Right now, though, all he felt was
bubbling frustration and a grim determination to drag the truth out of Levi. He hardly
spared a thought for how the squirming omega felt underneath him, though some
distant part of him noted how solid Levi’s body was underneath him, all sleek, hard
muscle.
“What the fuck,” Levi grunted harshly, twisting his body to tug at his arms, biceps
rippling underneath his skin as he strained. Eren just pressed his wrists down
harder into the mattress, and he winced at the pressure on his scent glands. He
paused, baring his teeth as he glared up at Eren. “Eren, let me go,” he growled,
anger and frustration layered heavily in his voice.
“No,” Eren said firmly, narrowing his eyes. He squeezed Levi’s wrist, ignoring the
way Levi jerked in surprise at the sudden show of strength as he leaned in more
closely to Levi, staring him right in the eye. Levi’s eyes widened when he finally
realized just how serious Eren was, and he went completely still as the alpha gave
him a small, pleased smile. “We’re going to sit here and have a discussion.”
The emphasis on the last word made Levi jolt, and realization dawned upon his
face a split second before he suddenly let his head fall back, hitting the back of it
against the mattress a few times in annoyance. When he lifted it again, his face
was twisted into a grimace of displeasure.
“We can do this without you pinning me down,” Levi hissed, wriggling his hips in
attempt to work a leg free. If he could just get out from under Eren's bulk, then he
could get free, could kick Eren off of him. He could barricade himself in the
bathroom or something until Eren left, he thought desperately, even if the thought
made bitterness well in the back of his throat.
This would break things irrevocably between them, Levi knew. Running away from
Eren would only serve to push the alpha away, but talking about this only made
panic well sour and bitter in the back of his throat. He was stuck between a rock
and a hard place, and despite his struggles, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay or
run.
“Mmm, I don’t think so,” Eren hummed, a little half-smile curling the corners of his
mouth up. “Not until you tell me why you always run away halfway through, before I
even get to touch you.”
Levi hissed at that, a displeased, rattling thing emanating from deep in his throat. It
was an omega’s warning sound, something that disturbed Eren on a deep, primal
level. He refused to let it shake him, though. Instead, he squeezed his hand around
Levi’s wrists in a gentle warning, and the omega’s hissing immediately cut off and
he let out a quiet grunt in surprise. It didn’t hurt – Eren wouldn’t hurt him for
the world, but the sensation was enough to startle him.
“Has it ever entered your mind that maybe I’m not ready for that?” Levi growled
instead, twisting once more in an attempt to gain some leverage and push Eren off,
or at least pull his arms free. Levi was strong, there was no denying it, but they
were careful, half-hearted attempts that Eren was easily able to stop.
Eren frowned, mulling the words over. However, he immediately found a problem
with them. “If you were uncomfortable, you would have told me,” he pointed out,
quirking a brow. Levi was far too blunt to simply go along with something or make
excuses if he really didn’t like it. It reminded him of the MP he’d laid flat on the
ground, and the memory sent a little shiver of want racing down his spine, though
he pushed it aside to focus on the present. “You know I’m not going to be mad,” he
coaxed, gentling his voice in an honest effort to get Levi to just trust him. “You can
tell me what it is. You can trust me,” he said, eyes locked firmly upon Levi’s,
earnest and honest.
It was like their roles were reversed, mirroring that night he’d all but stormed into
Levi’s office stewing in frustration. Levi had been so patient with him, coaxing out
the source of his distress, and he wanted to return that favor, to be just as caring
with his captain as Levi always was with him.
“It’s nothing,” Levi hissed, though a thin note of panic threaded its way into his
voice, and Eren knew he was all but lying through his teeth. “Fuck – what are you
made of, stone?” he growled, still trying to tug him arms free – all without hurting
him, Eren noted with some affection.
There was plenty of opportunity for Levi to twist and bring a knee up, to wrench his
arms free, but all of Levi’s options revolved around hurting Eren in some way, and it
made his chest tighten with warm affection to know that he was holding back. Levi
was being careful, gentle even, despite obviously wanting nothing more than to
flee.
Levi’s wriggling had shifted them somewhat, and Eren glanced up briefly as he
absently adjusted his grip on the slender wrists, only to pause as something caught
his eye.
Wait, Eren thought, leaning up and loosening his grip just enough for Levi to twist
his wrists. It bared the pale, smooth underside, the play of strong muscle and lean
tendons whenever he moved, though that wasn’t what caught Eren's attention. It
was the slight gleam of oil smeared across his skin from his scent glands. It could
have been from before, Eren knew, but his frown only deepened when he took a
closer look.
The scent glands on Levi’s throat and wrists were slightly swollen, faintly flushed,
and the scent of the oil was warm and fresh, so it couldn’t have been from before. It
was an instinctive reaction dynamics had when they were aroused – it prepared
them for scent marking, and the rushing blood and gathering oil always made them
swell slightly. Underneath the embarrassed scent of musty lavender, there was a
hint of something sweet and unknown that confused him, because it was almost
familiar, but Eren couldn’t place it.
A quiet, frustrated growl fell from his lips, vibrating in his chest. It was
unintentionally a dominant, alpha sound, and Levi’s eyes widened as a strange little
shiver traveled through his entire body. He went slack, a quiet, almost inaudible
whine creeping from his throat in mixed confusion and distress. It was an omega’s
instinctual response to an alpha’s pheromones, a need to please that was all but
hardwired into their being.
An apology was on the tip of Eren's tongue, but before he could say anything, that
strange new scent hit the air with such sudden intensity that it made Eren pause,
because, fuck, it was – it was sweet, in a way, almost creamy, and it made his alpha
perk up and his mouth water instinctively. His eyes flicked down, raking over Levi’s
body, trying to figure what the scent was and where, exactly, it was coming from.
The sudden attention only made Levi writhe with more effort, and his actions took
on an almost panicked edge that only intensified when Eren's eyes lingered for a
few moments too long on his chest. Eren started to lean down, instinctively
following the scent, but Levi made a strange, high-pitched noise, something
between a whimper and a yelp as he twisted, tugging more frantically.
“Eren – fuck, let go,” he growled, though it had a panicked edge to it that Eren had
never heard before. It gave him pause, because Levi sounded almost –
almost frightened, in a way, and this was the first time he’d ever seen Levi quite so
distressed. It almost made Eren back off, but he brushed the thought off,
determined to solve the puzzle and help Levi in whatever way he could.
Hiding secrets and shying away from any sort of touch or intimacy was no way to
live, Eren thought, and it renewed his resolve.
Levi’s heels dug into the mattress and he fought for purchase as he tried to wriggle
away, but Eren remained immovable. He simply slid apart his knees in order to rest
more weight upon Levi’s thighs and sat forwards, pinning Levi’s bottom half onto
the mattress. He couldn’t make Levi stop struggling, but he could wait him out, and
that was exactly what he did, remaining still and silent as Levi growled and wriggled
underneath him.
Slowly, his struggles lessened when he realized that Eren wasn’t going to move –
at least, not without breaking the alpha’s arms. Eventually, he became still, face still
twisted in a sneer. He switched his efforts into turning his torso away from Eren, but
he noted the movement with keen eyes. Frowning, he transferred Levi’s wrists into
one hand, leaning his weight onto them to keep the omega down as he gripped
Levi’s shoulder and pushed, forcing him his back firmly onto the mattress.
Levi’s breath hitched as Eren forced him down, and he made a strange sound, a
cross between a displeased growl and panicked whine. It only grew louder as
Eren's face drifted down, scenting the air in a very obvious manner as he went. His
eyes darted down and he saw a small spot on the front of Levi’s chest, right over
his pec. The fabric was darkened, as if by water, and he paused, tilting his head in
confusion.
He looked closer, eyes widening when he saw the spot grow larger, and the sweet
scent subtly grew stronger.
A sudden suspicion began to form within him, and he glanced up, only to find Levi’s
eyes closed tight, head turned away and a grimace twisting his face.
Frowning, Eren looked closer, eyes raking over Levi’s broad chest. His shirt wasn’t
tight, but it still loosely hugged his torso and was made of a light, breathable white
cotton. The damp spots were growing, causing the fabric to drape heavily and
become somewhat sheer. Examining it more closely, Eren soon discovered that
there were something akin to bandages wrapping around his chest, centered right
over his pecs.
It wasn’t overly tight, not the way the female Scouts bound themselves to prevent
their breasts from bouncing uncomfortably during training or on expeditions.
Rather…
It reminded him of the pregnant women and omegas who had frequented his
father’s clinic. He’d sat in on a few sessions back when he thought he’d wanted to
follow in Grisha’s footsteps, and he remembered seeing similar wraps over their
chests to protect their clothes from getting damp and soiled if they began producing
pre-milk as their bodies geared up for birthing their child.
Eren suddenly snapped back to himself as the memory rose to the forefront of his
mind, and clarity came rushing into him.
“Levi… is this…?” Eren breathed, eyes wide and locked onto the slowly-spreading
spot.
Was Levi really…?
He beat back the shudder that threatened to wrack his body as arousal slowly
began to simmer in his veins. A flush went through his body as blood began to rush
to his groin, and he immediately took some of the weight off of Levi’s body to
prevent his swelling erection from pressing against Levi’s body. The last thing he
wanted to do was to make Levi even more uncomfortable than he already was or
distress him further.
Though… Eren had a slight suspicion that Levi secretly rather liked being
manhandled and held down, judging by his reactions earlier and the way his scent
glands were still flushed and swollen. They hadn’t receded at all, but stayed firm
under his skin, constantly leaking a small amount of oil in preparation, filling the
room with the heady scent of lavender and honey, sweet and warm.
Eren swallowed heavily as Levi shifted slightly in an unconscious attempt to back
away from Eren, though he paid it no mind, eyes still fixed on Levi’s broad chest.
Another dark spot appeared across from the other one and Eren bit his lip,
watching the material slowly and steadily darken as liquid began to soak through
the fabric. His alpha was all but singing within him, because – god, that scent was
so rich. It made his mouth water instinctively even as a bit of confusion bled into his
thoughts, because… he knew that in some cases, omegas in heat could produce
and leak a small amount of milk, but outside of that, only pregnant omegas were
known to have that ability.
Hell, Eren had been with an omega through their heat and this had happened,
but… he hadn’t wanted to dip his head down and trace his tongue over that enticing
wet spot just as he wanted to do now. His alpha immediately responded to the
scent and sight, because if Levi was lactating, then it meant…
He was either in heat or pregnant. Eren knew it definitely wasn’t the latter – he
hadn’t been with anyone through his last heat, Eren was almost 100 percent
positive. He didn’t scent any different or have any scents on him the day after he
returned, and he’d expressed no interest in anyone taking him through it prior to
leaving. Omegas could fall pregnant outside of their heats, but once again, Eren
had never scented another alpha or beta on him, and he was around Levi most of
the day and well into the night. His duties as Captain, their rigorous training and
Levi’s own aversion to people in general left no doubt in his mind that Levi was
most certainly not pregnant. But if it wasn’t that, then…
But, no, Levi wasn’t in heat – Their suppressants were all but foolproof - There
wasn’t a single recorded event of them failing, and Levi had already taken his
annual heat leave. There was no way he could be having another one so soon.
Mixed confusion and arousal warred within him, because while Eren had no idea
why this was happening, it still was, Levi’s shirt was becoming damp with milk and it
scented so rich and sweet and here he was, laid out underneath him Eren took a deep, shuddering breath and cut off that line of thought. If he didn’t,
then fuck, he might just lose it. He swallowed heavily, adjusting himself above Levi
so that his achingly hard cock wouldn’t rub against him. He didn’t think he’d ever
been harder in his life, and he fought desperately to tamp down his scent and keep
it reigned in so that Levi wouldn’t scent just how fucking horny and worked up he
was.
“Fuck-” Levi ground out, voice hoarse. His arms twisted within the binds, anxiety
written in every movement. “I didn’t – shit,” he cut himself off, voice shaking slightly.
“I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
Eren blinked, torn from his fascination with his newfound discovery upon hearing
the slight tremble in Levi’s voice. It was the first crack in his composure, and while
Levi was desperately clinging onto his expressionless mask, it was slowly
beginning to crumble as Eren forced his darkest secret out into the open.
“What?” he said, disbelief coloring his voice. “Why were you trying to hide this?”
“It’s not – shit, it’s not normal,” Levi bit out, still steadfastly looking away from Eren.
“It’s just – there’s always so fucking much of it. It won't stop - I can’t-” he cut himself
off, sucking in a shaky breath, eyes screwing closed in something akin to selfdisgust. “Whenever you come over, I have to leave and change the padding, or I’d
soak through it in a minute.”
It was hard for Eren to focus on his words, because the soaked padding, made of a
soft white fabric, was slowly getting saturated with liquid. It had a sweet, creamy
scent to it, and Eren's mouth watered at the thought of what it would taste like on
his tongue. It would be far sweeter and richer than the small rations of cows’ milk
the Corps received, he thought distractedly.
“Would you stop staring at my tits for two seconds and fucking focus on what I’m
saying?” Levi suddenly hissed, voice biting and acerbic.
Eren blinked, eyes darting down to Levi’s chest before he forced them back up,
blinking a few times to try to refocus his attention.
Levi’s glare was dark, but there was still a bit of wildness about him, obvious in the
tension tightening every inch of his body and the wideness of his eyes. Eren knew
that if he loosened his grip even the slightest bit, Levi would be gone in a flash,
because he was embarrassed, nervous, and anxious, and gods, Eren just wanted to
tuck him into his arms and soothe away the worries turning his scent so harsh.
“Oh, Captain,” Eren said, voice gentle. It wrapped around the word with fondness,
with affection and a hint of relief.
He knew what Levi was so worried about now, and gods, it was such a small thing,
a needless worry, and warmth swelled within Eren's chest as he stared down at
Levi, taking in the grim set of his face and well-hidden fear in his eyes. Anyone who
didn’t know Levi would still think him composed, but to someone like Eren, all of
Levi’s emotions were finally being dragged out to the surface and put on display.
This might not be exactly normal outside of a heat, but the fact remained that
omegas could produce milk without being pregnant, and it was
“Is this really what you’ve been hiding?” he asked, words soft. “What you’ve been
so afraid of?”
Levi’s lips trembled, and his eyes darted away, staring at a spot off to Eren's side.
Eren waited patiently, and after a few long, tense moments, Levi gave a short nod,
closing his eyes.
“’Course,” he said quietly, the word almost a croak. “It’s – fuck, being who I am, and
you - especially you – I couldn’t-” Levi cut himself off, scowling in frustration,
discomfort written across his features.
Eren frowned, piecing together the words that Levi had left unsaid. “You thought
this would drive me away?” he asked, confused. Levi’s silence was answer enough,
and Eren sat back the slightest bit, dumbfounded. “Levi, I worshipped you when I
was a kid, and while I don’t anymore, I still highlyrespect you – shit, even fear you
sometimes,” Eren said, injecting a bit of brevity into his voice in hopes of dispelling
some of Levi’s tension.
However, that just made things worse, because Levi flinched, upper lip curling in a
self-depreciating sneer. “That’s exactly fucking why,” he bit out. “You – even before
we started this, I heard things,” he spat. “How you don’t like soft omegas, traditional
ones, how you wished they were stronger, and I thought – shit, of course I can be
that,” he said, giving a hollow laugh, one that hurt Eren's heart. “But it’s – this is - I
just – I’ve never looked or acted like an omega. It’s what you liked about me,” Levi
bit out, sounding frustrated when he stumbled over his words, unable to clearly
communicate what he was trying to say.
But Eren understood loud and clear, and could have slapped himself for being so
stupid when he was younger.
“That’s not – goddamn it, I was trying to hint that I wanted you,” he said, squeezing
his eyes shut in annoyance at himself briefly before they opened. “It’s not that I
didn’t like that you were an omega, or omegas in general, I was trying to let you
know that I liked you,” he said, squeezing Levi’s wrists gently, encouragingly. “That
you were what I wanted.”
Levi’s eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, though he made no move to speak.
Underneath Eren, his body suddenly went still, surprise making the tension and
fight bleed out of his muscles. Eren had to readjust his grip on his wrists and knees
on the bed in order to accommodate him, and he subtly reaffirmed his hold on Levi,
making sure that the omega stood no chance of breaking free.
Levi remained silent, though Eren could see his intermingled confusion, disbelief,
and maybe even the faint stirrings of hope flitting across his normally impassive
face, as open and raw as he’d ever seen the captain. Emboldened, Eren continued,
sitting back to allow some of his weight to rest more on Levi’s thighs and stroked
his thumb over the soft skin on Levi’s forearms, wanting nothing more than to
reassure him.
“Levi, something like this doesn’t make you any more or less of an omega,” Eren
said softly, frowning. “It doesn’t make you weak. It’s part of you, and – fuck, Levi,”
Eren groaned, cutting himself off as the creamy, rich scent continued to invade his
senses. Levi smelled good, so sweet, even with that sharp edge to his scent, and it
was only enhanced by the scent of his milk wafting into the air. His cock twitched
within his jeans at the sight and smell, and Eren couldn’t remember the last time
been this utterly, blazingly aroused before. “I don’t think you understand how
fucking hot this is.”
Levi startled suddenly and gazed up at him with wide grey eyes, utter shock
painting itself across his face. “What?” he whispered, entire body going still
underneath Eren.
“I love that I can make you soak through your shirt like this,” Eren grinned, pupils
dilating. “And the fact that there’s so much. I just – can I have a taste?” Eren asked
eagerly, head already dipping down. The front of his shirt was nearly soaked
through, and through the thin, almost sheer fabric, he could see the swell of Levi’s
pecs, the outline of his puffy nipples and an enticing shadow of pink.
God, he wanted his mouth on Levi yesterday, wanted to draw the fabric into his
mouth and suck out the milk, to see if it tasted as good as it smelled. Levi froze,
breath hitching as Eren's words processed, and then, he was moving, desperately
trying to scoot away.
“What?” Levi yelped, sounding scandalized. “Wait – shit-” he said frantically, heels
scrabbling as he tried to arch his chest away as Eren's head drew closer, eyes fully
fixed on the slight swell of the soaked fabric underneath his shirt.
However, Eren's grip was too strong, and for all of his Ackerman strength, Levi
didn’t truly want to hurt the alpha. Still, his throat closed up with panic even as heat
twisted in his gut, because there was something about being held down like this
and at mercy to Eren's whims along with the fact that Eren seemed so eager, so
desperate to taste his milk that made his omega purr in satisfaction. The two
feelings twisted within him, and he was torn between trying to arch away or hold
still and let the alpha do as he wanted.
The choice was taken from him in the next moment, however, when Eren's lips
brushed gently over a nipple. Even the slide of the soaked fabric sent a jolt of
sensation through him and he froze, a quiet, surprised sound slipping free. Eren
either ignored it or didn’t hear it, because carefully, the alpha gathered up the shirt
in his mouth, lips pressing fleetingly over his nipple and making him gasp.
He knew his nipples were sensitive, but something about Eren hovering over him,
that Eren was the one doing this that was making the feeling more intense than
usual. His cheeks flared red as Eren gave a quick suck, drawing the liquid out from
the material. And his – his milk was in Eren's mouth, the alpha was tasting it, and
Levi heard his throat bob as he gave a quiet swallow.
The material fell from his mouth to drape back over Levi, and he squirmed slightly
at the light press of damp fabric. Levi wriggled in discomfort, wanting nothing more
than to get away before he had to hear Eren say anything, secretly afraid that the
alpha disliked it, even though – why the fuck should he care?
He didn’t, Levi reassured himself, though it sounded weak even to himself. He
didn’t care if Eren didn’t like the taste of his milk, though deep down, he knew it was
a lie, because there was that deeply suppressed omega side of him that just
wanted to be good, to be desirable and wanted, and the longer Eren remained
silent, the more doubt began to creep into his mind.
But he – he needed to see the alpha’s reaction, and so Levi reluctantly turned his
head back, gazing up at the alpha towering over him.
Eren was staring down at him, pupils so dilated they almost eclipsed the iris. “God-”
Eren growled, tongue darting out to swipe over his full lips, as if chasing any
missed smear of milk. “You - god, you taste so good.”
His eyes locked back onto Levi’s shirt, new, raw hunger burning in his eyes. His
hands tightened around Levi’s wrists almost unconsciously, and he shifted to cover
more of him, as if to prevent him from getting away.
Not that Levi could even think about breaking free – he was frozen, blinking up at
Eren with bewilderment written all over his face.
“You-” he started, but cut himself off, unsure of what he wanted to say. His mind
was stuttering to a halt, because he’d never thought it would turn out like this. Levi
always thought Eren would be disgusted at worst, or dismissive or uncomfortable at
best. It would be something to work around, but he never thought the alpha would
embrace it, would be staring at him with desire obvious in his face and eyes.
Eren's eyes flicked up to Levi’s, and a slow, filthy smile crept over his face. The
uncertainty and confusion were masking the beginnings of arousal beginning to
slowly spread through Levi. Eren could smell it in his scent as the stale, almost
musty notes of embarrassment began slowly dissipating, swiftly replaced with
sweeter, darker notes.
He eyed the hem of Levi’s shirt, then his trapped wrists. He wanted both hands free
for this, but there was still the chance that Levi would bolt at the first chance he got.
A bit of white caught the corner of Eren's eye, and he realized that one of Levi’s
cravats was resting neatly-folded on his night-table.
A sudden flash of inspiration came to him, and swiftly as he could, he transferred
Levi’s thin wrists into his other hand and leaned over to snatch the square of fabric
up. Without pause, he turned back and wrapped it quickly around Levi’s wrists and
tied it tight enough to restrain, but not painfully so.
Levi jumped at the sudden movement, but distracted as he was with anxiety and
stress, he wasn’t focused enough to immediately react. Eren knew what he wanted,
though, and moving quickly and confidently, he tied the other end of the fabric to
one of the bars of his headboard and secured it tightly.
Blinking, Levi craned his head up to look at his bound wrists, taking it in for a few
moments before tilting his head back. His lips parted, as if he were going to say
something, but after a few moments, all he did was swallow, looking utterly
bewildered and more than a little bit flustered. It was strange to see the normally
calm, collected captain like this, struck speechless and limp, but there was a large
part of Eren that was darkly pleased at the turn of events.
For once, Eren was the one in control, and he had to bite his lip to prevent the
pleased, purring croon from vibrating in the back of his throat. Levi’s eyes darted
around Eren's face, almost as if looking for reassurance. With both hands free now,
he palmed the sharp cut of Levi’s hips, rubbing soothing circles into the smooth,
pale skin while admiring the way they flared out slightly from his thin, tapered waist.
Levi’s eyes fell heavy-lidded at the touch and some of his stress seemed to bleed
away. Eren noted the reaction and catalogued it, though it didn’t surprise him.
When they had first started seeing each other, Levi had always responded
positively to touch, almost as if he were starved it. He sought it out in subtle ways
that he most likely thought were clever, but Eren saw through them a mile away.
Levi was a man of action, finding more value in following through as opposed to
spoken words. He recoiled from the touch of others, but Eren had learned early on
that he was actually rather tactile in regards to Eren, relaxing at even the slightest
touch. It was something Eren could use to his advantage, though.
Slowly, Eren slid a hand up, palming the sharp cut of Levi’s hipbone, delighting in
the way Levi’s breath hitched, shifting his hips instinctively to try to encourage Eren
to grip more of him. His thumb stroked over the prominent bone, almost as if to
soothe a skittish animal.
Twisting his wrist, he snagged the hem of the shirt in his fingers and slowly slid his
hand up, dragging the fabric up, exposing ridged abdominals and smooth, pale
skin.
However, as soon as it got to Levi’s sternum, he blinked, eyes darting between
Eren's hand and his face. A change came over him then, and he suddenly arched
away from Eren, pressing his entire torso against the bed to try to keep his shirt
from being dragged up any further.
“Wait-” Levi called, a sudden change sweeping over him. Before, he’d been
hesitant, but open to letting Eren at least take a look. Now, however, his thin eyes
were wide with something akin to distress, and his movements were jerky as he
tried to edge away from Eren.
The alpha frowned, pausing for a moment. Levi, thinking that the alpha was going
to listen to him, stopped as well, and for a few moments they simply started at each
other, panicked grey locked with curious teal.
What did Levi have to be so panicked about, Eren wondered. He’d already more
than shown that none of this bothered him, so the only thing that it could possibly
be was if Levi was shy about his body or was hiding something.
“No,” Eren said, voice gentle but firm, resonating slightly with an alpha’s timbre.
“Let me see.”
Levi went still at that, a shiver going down his spine. He wanted – fuck, he didn’t
know if he wanted to keep struggling, or if he wanted the promise of Eren's mouth
on him. His chest felt swollen and tender as it filled with milk – the promise of
Eren's mouth on him, relieving that pressure made him bite his lip, but the thought
of the sheer amount that had been leaking, soaked up in the fabric made his
cheeks feel hot.
He squirmed slightly, torn between embarrassment and arousal as Eren slowly slid
the shirt up, relentless in his quest.
Eren had always been a determined little shit, and Levi slumped with defeat,
knowing that nothing he could do or say would stop the alpha. All he could do was
shut his eyes and turn his head, not wanting to see the expression on Eren's face
when his shirt was finally rucked all the way up, fearing the worst even as a dark
little voice in the back of his head wanted Eren to look, to see what a good omega
he was, how much he was swollen and leaking.
Eren could scent Levi’s distress; it was a sharp, bitter thing in his nose, almost
tangible in its strength and it threatened to make it wrinkle. His alpha reared its
head at the scent, inherently disliking the way Levi scented panicked, afraid even,
but Eren pushed it down forcefully. This was to help Levi, and even though the
captain was reluctant and afraid, nothing he saw would deter him or disgust him in
the slightest.
He’d already professed to liking Levi’s milk, he thought, mouth watering at even the
thought of the rich, sweet liquid. Seeing where it came from in order to try to help
was nothing he should have been worried about.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, Eren narrowed his eyes and in one last,
swift movement, finally pulled the shirt all the way up to Levi’s chin, leaving him
bare and exposed for the first time.
And Eren couldn’t help but gasp. Upon hearing the sound, Levi winced and buried
his face further into the pillow, scent turning sharp and ashy, like burnt, wilted
lavender. Even though it distressed him, Eren couldn’t find it in himself to move or
say anything because…
Fuck, he was awestruck.
And – so hard, suddenly, arousal flaring to life like a wildfire. He beat back the
grimace of discomfort that threatened to twist his face as his cock throbbed and
pressed against the front of his tight briefs, constricting it in a way that was almost
painful. His nostrils flared as he stared down at Levi’s exposed chest, pupils dilating
and eclipsing the normally bright teal irises.
There were thick cotton bindings around Levi’s chest, just as he’d thought. They
were much like the ones Mikasa wore when training and during expeditions in order
to hold her chest in place and prevent her breasts from bouncing uncomfortably or
throwing off her balance. That in itself wasn’t what made Eren gasp, however.
It was the fact that the layers of fabric were completely soaked through, practically
gone sheer from the amount of liquid they’d soaked up. Through them, Eren could
see the swell and ridges of Levi’s defined pectorals, could see in stark relief the
puffy, pale pink nipples poking through and pressing against the fabric. Levi’s chest
was a tantalizing blend of sculptured muscle and omega softness, and Eren bit his
lip to swallow down his groan of delight at the sight laid before him.
Levi was just so pretty, and Walls, Eren wanted to devour him. Wanted to suck the
milk from the soaked wrappings, then latch his mouth over those pretty nipples and
give them a good suck, coax out all the milk with his tongue and hands and leave
Levi absolutely drained.
A sudden shift from underneath him made him realize that he’d simply been sitting
there, staring at Levi’s delectable chest for far too long. Levi’s scent spiked bitterly,
the sour tang of embarrassment, anxiety, and distress all bleeding together into a
scent that had his alpha howling with the need to soothe and comfort the omega
underneath him.
Unlike before, there was no sweet, aroused smell underlaying it, and Eren frowned,
realizing just how distressed his captain was. It was the revealing of one of his
darkest secrets, Eren knew, something he hid for who knew how many years at this
point. As someone who’d feared the bitter sting of rejection before, Eren was
intimately familiar with the fear that Levi was feeling at the moment. Levi was so
worried about Eren's reaction when he had absolutely no reason to be, because
this? It was like his birthday and Christmas and every other holiday all rolled into
one.
Eren licked his lips and made sure to clear his throat, positive that if he didn’t,
whatever he said would just come out in a guttural growl. His alpha liked the sight
far too much (though Eren did as well, he had to admit) and it took every ounce of
his willpower to muster up the words to speak rather than ripping the cotton
bindings off and laving his tongue all over Levi’s milk-smeared chest.
His mouth watered, but he swallowed it down, shaking his head to clear it from the
instinctual haze that threatened to overtake him.
“Levi,” he finally said, voice rough, “why did you-” his voice cracked, threatening to
drop down into a croon of delight as Levi took a particularly deep breath, which
pushed his nipples against the dripping bandages, letting Eren get a good, stark
view of just how puffy they were. He cleared this throat and tried again, this time
shutting his eyes so as to avoid any further distractions. “Why did you not want to
show me this?”
Levi paused, brows furrowing at the breathless quality to Eren's voice. He knew the
alpha pretty well by now, and if he didn’t know better…
Levi cracked an eye open, flicking it up, and the look on the alpha’s face nearly
took his breath away. Eren was trying to hide it, but he’d never mastered the art of
not showing every one of his damn emotions on his sleeve, and if Levi had to say,
he’d say Eren looked… hungry, almost. Delighted would be a close second. And in
the distant third, judging by the way his nostrils were flared and pupils dilated, Levi
would guess that there was a trickle of arousal.
Definitely not the disgust or revulsion he was expecting.
“Levi?” Eren asked, voice sounding slightly strained.
Levi blinked, and then remembered that ah – Eren had asked him a question.
Slowly, he turned his head, opening his eyes, wondering if he’d misread what he’d
seen on Eren's face, but as he tilted his face towards Eren and got a better look at
him…
Levi swallowed, a warm curl of heat beginning to pool in his groin and stomach.
Eren definitely didn’t not like this, Levi realized. Rather, quite the opposite.
“It’s – embarrassing,” Levi finally said, swallowing heavily. He shifted slightly, trying
to ease up the strain on his bound arms, but all it did was make Eren's eyes dart
down to his chest and widen, followed shortly by a thin, quiet sound that Levi wasn’t
even sure he’d heard. It sounded almost like a whimper, and glancing down, Levi
saw that Eren's fingers had clenched around his bunched-up shirt. They were white
from the strain, and Levi glanced back up, brows furrowing.
“Why-” Eren's voice broke, dipping down into a deep gravel as his arousal began to
break through, and he licked his lips, trying again, though his eyes never moved
from Levi’s chest. “Why is it embarrassing?” he finally asked, his voice beginning to
level out as he spoke, obviously not understanding Levi’s reasoning. “You’re an
omega, lact- this is something that happens, right?”
Levi’s cheeks burned at Eren's slip of the tongue, because fuck, he hated that word.
It reminded him of pregnancies and babies, both of which he decidedly did not like,
and most of the time, if he could, he’d prefer to forget about this little genetic fuckup
of his.
“Sometimes,” Levi begrudgingly admitted. “But only during heats. Very few rarely
do it outside of a mating cycle, and no one that I’ve ever heard of just…
just leaks whenever they get-” Levi cut himself off and he clenched his jaw, letting
out a breath, and abruptly finished, “No other omegas are like this, as far as I
know.”
Eren blinked, and then a small little smile tilted the corners of his lips up. “I always
knew that you were special in other ways, too,” he said, smile turning cheeky. A
harsh retort was on the tip of Levi’s tongue, but before he could say anything, Eren
was lifting his head to stare Levi in the eye. His next words died on his tongue upon
seeing Eren's dilated pupils, and the affection and hunger deep within them was
enough to make his mouth dry and stomach heat and twist.
“In case it hasn’t gotten through that thick head of yours,” Eren said, his tone warm
and fond, “this doesn’t bother me at all.” His eyes turned slightly heated, locking
onto the soaked wrappings strapped across Levi’s chest, eyes traveling slowly over
them, taking them in. “Actually,” he said, voice dropping down into a subtle purr, “I
find I rather like it.”
Levi’s eyes flew over to Eren, and his mouth dried at the slightly wicked tilt to
Eren's lips. “You-” he started, but was unable to find the proper words to express
himself, so he settled on, “Why?”
Eren shrugged, and almost absentmindedly, his let go of Levi’s bunched up shirt to
trail the tips of his fingers down, fiddling with the edges of the milk-soaked bindings.
“Mostly because it’s you,” Eren said, and Levi’s heart lurched in his chest at the
easy, honest admission. “I would like anything when it comes down to you, to be
honest,” he said, and Levi’s breath caught as Eren's fingers stroked the tender skin
just above his pecs.
The wrappings he wore were as soft as he could get them, but they did tend to
chafe, especially when they got wet. More often than not, he peeled them off at the
end of the day to find his sensitive skin tender and irritated by the rubbing.
An omega’s skin was generally extremely sensitive, but with Levi’s chest filling with
milk far too often, it made his even more so. It was something he cursed every
morning while wrapping himself up just in case of a leakage, and every night when
he peeled them off. He hadn’t had them on long enough today for them to leave hot
red marks on his pale skin, but there was something about Eren's fingers that made
his skin feel warm and tingling in a way that was far too pleasant.
He swallowed heavily, unable to think of a reply to Eren's open, honest words.
As if sensing that, Eren tilted his head as he fiddled with the hem of the cotton
cloth, eyes keen upon where his hand rested. “So,” Eren said, sounding far too
casual, “can I take this off?”
Levi suddenly snapped back to attention, eyes going wide. “What?” he asked, a
sliver of panic going through him. “Why? Fuck, you found out what you wanted to
know,” he said, attempting to wriggle back and away. However, tied up as he was,
it was a futile gesture and Eren ignored it, knowing that his captain was well and
truly trapped.
He did, however, frown, because the last thing he wanted was let Levi go before
he’d been able to get to the bottom of his insecurities. “Because they’re soaked
through, and that can’t be uncomfortable – or sanitary,” he added, appealing to
Levi’s nearly obsessive need to be clean. He wanted to help, yes, but underneath
that was a deep, selfish desire to finally see Levi laid bare and (hopefully) get his
hands and mouth all over that delectable chest.
Levi’s eyes widened at that and they flicked down, brows furrowing as he regarded
the soaked fabric. He had to admit, the wet cotton against his skin was wildly
unpleasant. The air had cooled the liquid, and it did feel rather disgusting.
Eren tugged at the fabric just to test Levi’s reaction and gauge how much he was
overstepping. Levi swallowed, eyes still wide, but made no move to stop him or
protest. His chest rose and fell unevenly, and Eren wanted to soothe away some of
the distress sharpening his scent, but knew that there was nothing he could say
that would reassure Levi or calm his nerves. The only thing that would help would
be for Eren to physically show him how not-disgusting he found Levi’s predicament.
He tugged a bit harder, and while Levi flinched, he didn’t say no, and well, Eren
figured, silence was as close to a yes as he was going to get.
Swallowing back some of his eagerness, Eren gently slid his hands around, looking
for the start of the fabric. It took him a few moments, but he found it – there was a
little pin holding the strips of fabric together just at his side, underneath his arm.
Despite his eagerness, Eren made sure to be careful as he unhooked the pin. The
last thing he wanted was to poke Levi somehow, and he closed the little pin once it
was out of the fabric and tossed it onto the nightstand.
Then, his entire attention turned back to the broad chest laid out in front of him,
immediately going still. His eyes raked slowly over all the skin bared to him, silently,
hungrily appreciating it. His shoulders were wide, but they tapered down into a trim
little waist and serrated ridges of ribs, cut and defined in a way that spoke of years
of hard training and strict discipline. It made Eren even hungrier, more excited,
because the proof of Levi’s strength was laid out in full display – he could easily
toss Eren off and get away, but Levi – he was allowing this, and the thought
aroused him like nothing else.
Saliva pooled in his mouth as the warm, creamy scent surrounded him, rich and
sweet. The thin, layered fabric clung to the swell of his nipples, outlining the peaked
nipple and puffy areola, and Eren could see the shadow of rosiness through it.
Fuck, all he wanted to do was rip off Levi’s wrappings and see if those nipples were
just as pink and puffy as they looked through the milk-soaked fabric.
Levi’s breath was coming in short, hitched little movements, his chest rising and
falling unevenly in mixed anxiety and anticipation. It was evident in his scent, the
layers of sweet and slightly bitter that filled Eren's senses. He wanted to stop and
reassure Levi, but he doubted words would do any good. The captain had always
been a man of action, and showing him how much he appreciated and adored this
would go volumes further than the prettiest, most eloquent of words.
Knowing how easily spooked Levi was, he moved slowly, reaching out to grasp the
loose end of the fabric, tentatively tugging it off.
Levi’s lips trembled with uncertainty, and then his eyes squeezed shut. However,
without further protest, Levi braced his elbows on the bed and pushed himself up
slightly, just enough for Eren to gently tug the wrappings loose and begin pulling
them out from under him layer by layer. Excitement made his hands tremble, eager
to get them all over the lovely body on display for him, but the scent of anxiety, like
wilted lavender blooms, hung heavy in the air, and he knew that acting like the
rabid animal he felt like would only startle the skittish omega.
With each layer removed, the sweet, creamy scent only intensified - but so did
Levi’s anxiety, spiking sharp and bitter the closer Eren came to completely
unraveling him.
The fabric – Walls, it was absolutely dripping, and if Eren had been any more
impatient to taste Levi again, he would have sucked the milk straight from the
cotton. But it was just a fleeting thought in his mind, because the source of it, where
it was fresh and warm and sweet was right there, and the thought of it made Eren
tug the last layer off with a sharp jerk.
He balled the sopping fabric up and tossed it off the bed in a hasty, careless
movement. It landed on the stone floor with a plop, and it was a testament to how
anxious and wound up Levi was that he didn’t say a single word about the mess it
would make. Eren eagerly turned back to Levi, and Eren's eyes widened before they drooped, and he bit his lip, nostrils flaring in order
to take in the potent, rich scent wafting off of Levi’s chest. His pale skin and puffy
pink nipples gleamed wetly with smeared milk, giving his upper chest an enticing
sheen. As he watched, a few more drops beaded at the tip of his nipples, lingering
for a second before slowly sliding down into the cleft of his pecs to join the rest of
the smeared milk.
Eren could do nothing but take the delicious sight in for a good, long minute,
enjoying the way Levi’s muscles tensed and flexed as he squirmed in mounting
discomfort.
“Don’t just – stare, fuck,” Levi suddenly spat, hiding his anxiety underneath his
trademarked anger. His wrists twisted in his cravat as he tried to inch up the bed,
attempting to somehow squirm away and hide. Eren suddenly snapped back to
attention, and his eyes narrowed as they locked onto Levi’s anxious, twitchy
movements.
Eren reached up and splayed his hand over Levi’s upper stomach. The captain
immediately went still at the touch of that large, warm hand, a small shiver running
down his spine. It was an inherently dominant, commanding gesture, one that
wordlessly told him to be calm and stay still. Levi, for all his strength, was still an
omega, one whose instincts thrilled at how easily Eren was able to calm and settle
him.
“Couldn’t help it,” Eren finally murmured, eyes wide and enthralled as they traveled
over Levi’s body. “You’re just – fuck, but you’re so pretty.”
Levi’s eyes darted up to Eren's, searching his face for any sign of guile. Eren
allowed all of his emotions to play across his face, wanting Levi to know just how
much he loved this, and it was obvious that Levi read him easily, because his lips
trembled before they parted wordlessly, struck speechless at Eren's fervent words.
They struck a chord within him, because – he’d been called many things over the
years, some good, many bad, some absolutely crude and disgusting, but never had
he been called pretty in such an awed, almost worshipful tone.
It called to the omega inside of him, that deeply shoved down part that just wanted
to be good, wanted to please. No matter what Levi did or said, he was still an
omega at the core, and Eren's casual dominance and easy confidence had a way
of dragging out his omega and making it croon and twist in delight at Eren's
appreciation of his unfortunate genetic fuckup.
Mildly oblivious to Levi’s inner turmoil, Eren's hand slipped up and his fingers
pressed along the edge of his pec. The slight pressure and warm touch had a few
beads of milk dripping from his nipples, and Levi gasped. It was a quiet, breathy
thing that Eren had to strain his ears to catch, though he definitely didn’t miss the
subtle shiver that ran through his body. His skin was shining with milk, glossy and
wet, and as he watched, Levi’s flush crept down his throat and down his shoulders,
paining his pale skin a pretty pink as embarrassment overcame him.
“There’s so much,” Eren breathed, pupils blown as he inhaled the sweet, rich scent.
He had to bite back a grin as warm lavender swelled around them, hanging heavily
in the air like the finest of perfumes.
Levi could deny it all he wanted, but there was a part of him that liked this – wanted
it, even. His scent couldn’t lie – no one’s could. You could tamp it down and
suppress it, try to hide it under another emotion – use anger to cover up
anticipation, as Levi had been doing all night – but there was no way to hide the
truth from someone who knew what they were looking for.
Part of him wanted to tease Levi about it, but looking up, the conflicted, anxious
expression painted across Levi’s lovely features made any remarks die before they
could even fully form.
“I know,” Levi ground out, embarrassment and anger warring for dominance within
his voice. “It’s-”
“Perfect,” Eren finished, cutting him off before he could say anything selfdepreciating.
“It’s weird,” Levi hissed, glaring weakly at Eren. The way Eren kept staring at him,
as if he were something beautiful, something to be admired rather than sneered at.
“Shit – it’s,” he faltered, unable to look down at himself, even as he felt the air cool
the liquid smeared across his chest, “it’s a mess and gets everywhere. Disgusting,”
he spat.
His mouth was all but watering as he took in the delicious sight for a few good, long
moments, letting his excitement and anticipation mount. For so long, he’d wanted
nothing more than to get his hands on the captain, and now Levi was under him,
practically laid out like a feast. It satisfied something within his alpha to know that
Eren was helping him, was serving the omega in a way only he could, and he
internally preened at the thought.
“Mm, looks like you did make a mess,” Eren grinned, an anticipatory gleam in his
bright green eyes. Levi’s breath hitched, the words shooting hotly through him and
making him shift restlessly in embarrassment. “Don’t worry,” he crooned, hand
sliding up to Levi’s waist to grip it tightly with eager hands. “I’ll clean you up.”
Levi all but choked at the words, a strangled sort of keen. They twisted something
within him, because – god, he was a mess, and Eren wanted to help, to get him
clean again. His omega all but crooned in anticipation at the thought of his – the
alpha’s help, and his fingers twisted in the sheets above his head, needing
something to brace him.
Eren's warm breath fanned over his sensitive chest, causing the milk to cool
against his skin. A shiver raced through Levi, and he bit his lip, wanting nothing
more than Eren's mouth back on him. It was filthy and – debauched, even, to want
such a thing, but as Eren's tongue darted out to lap across a sensitive, swollen
nipple, the jolt of pleasure that ran straight to his dick instantly made him forget
about anything else.
“Ah -mmh,” he breathed, biting his lip to hold back any more embarrassing sounds,
only mildly succeeding. Eren's tongue flicked over his nipple almost teasingly, and
his toes curled, stomach quivering as the feeling made his cheeks and body warm,
heat curling in his groin. “Ah, fu- Eren-”
His tongue was warm and soft and gentle as it ran across his nipple, more than
aware of how sensitive he was, careful not to press too hard against his puffy skin.
His hand gently pressed against his pec in gentle kneading motions, coaxing the
milk out. And it was good, Levi realized, freeing in a way. Already he could feel the
pressure in his chest ease off as Eren pressed the milk out with careful kneads,
and rather than letting the milk leak across his chest and cool against his skin, Eren
lapped it up with eager licks as soon as it beaded at his nipple.
He swallowed heavily as Eren's tongue trailed around the swollen areola, cleaning
up any stray drops before they could travel too far away. There was an expression
of concentration on Eren's face that made his breath hitch. Eren had always given
100% into everything he did, and this was apparently no different than anything
else. Occasionally, a quiet groan or breathy hum would vibrate against his skin, and
Levi fought the urge to squirm at the almost lewd noises that reached his ears,
proof of how much Eren was enjoying this.
His eyes flicked up to meet Levi’s, and he paused for only a moment to give Levi a
small, encouraging smile before his attention returned to the task at hand. His long,
dark lashes fluttered shut against his tanned skin, and he made a low, quiet sound
of enjoyment as he ran his tongue over Levi’s skin, leaving trails of warmth in its
wake.
Levi couldn’t help the way he stiffened at first, unused to the touch and still tense
and wary. If Eren noticed, he made no comment on it, though he slowed his licks
into ones that were less eager and more tentative, as if to get Levi used to it or offer
him the chance to say no and have Eren stop.
The thought reassured Levi somewhat, because at the end of the day, alpha or not,
Eren was still Eren, stupidly earnest and dedicated to everything he did, but soft
and gentle when it came to him. He was fully in control, and he treated Levi like a
gentle, precious thing, despite the fact that he was probably the last person in the
world who needed or deserved it.
He was – he was the strongest of them all, fuck, he didn’t – didn’t need or want
Eren's tender words and soft lips, not like this. It made him feel weak, small in a
way he never had before, but strangely enough it made him feel safe as opposed to
threatened. Made him feel omega, when he’d spent so much of his life fighting
against his instincts. But this – it felt good, and he was torn between asking Eren to
stop and remaining silent and allowing the alpha to keep going.
Eren's hand was warm and slightly rough against his waist, holding him steady, and
his weight was solid as it rested atop his thighs. Eren always ran a bit hotter than
other people – all alphas did, in fact, and warmth radiated from him, seeping into
his very bones.
Levi was hard-pressed to admit he liked it, still somewhat unsure. He still clung
onto his previous embarrassment, unconsciously trying to squirm away from Eren
just as much as he was subtly arching into it.
Slowly, surely, Levi began to relax, relief running through him as tension bled out of
his body. Eren didn’t find this disgusting, he thought, closing his eyes and
repressing a shiver as Eren happily licked and sucked at his chest in a way that
had his fingers twisting in the sheets and his hips shifting restlessly underneath
Eren, feeling completely out of his depth and flustered at the sudden attention.
Against his oversensitive, chafed nipples, (there really was no softer fabric he could
get that was as absorbent, but fuck was it uncomfortable to wear when he was this
sensitive) Eren's warm, soft tongue felt close to heavenly. He’d read or heard
somewhere about an alpha’s saliva having mild anti-inflammatory and soothing
properties, but he’d never put much stock into it until now.
Each slow, firm lick against him threatened to make him squirm, because his
nipples were so sore, so sensitive from the pressure of the milk and the rubbing of
the cotton wrappings, and Eren's tongue running softly over them was the best
thing he’d ever felt. He never got rough, even when a few quiet growls rumbled out
from his throat. The vibrations from the pleased, happy sounds simply traveled
straight through his sensitive skin, enhancing the sensations from Eren's tongue
and his breath hitched, chest rising in a sharp, jerky motion.
It pushed the nipple Eren was currently lavishing with attention against his tongue
more firmly, made Eren's hand press against the swell of his pec, and the jolt of
pleasure as Eren's tongue licked across him made a short, almost inaudible moan
break free. Levi dug his teeth into his bottom lip to cut it off as soon as he realized
he’d made it, but the damage was already done.
Eren froze, eyes darting up to look at Levi with wide, pupil-blown eyes, regarding
him with surprise for a few moments. Levi steadfastly refused to meet them, but out
of the corner of his eye, he saw Eren's lips twitch in the beginnings of a smile
before he returned his attention down to Levi’s chest. He blinked, and then after a
few moments, the smile became obvious, a filthy, satisfied thing that immediately
sent Levi’s heart racing.
“Oh,” Eren said softly, tilting his head to regard Levi’s chest with mixed curiosity
and satisfaction, “you leaked a bit more.”
A somewhat strangled sound escaped Levi’s mouth at that, and Eren just barely
caught the way red crept across his cheeks before he turned his face away, burying
it into the pillow. “Fuck, don’t-” he started, voice sounding strained. “Don’t comment
on it, fuck.”
His hand crept up and his thumb swiped against the sensitive little bud. The shiver
that it earned shook through Levi’s entire body, but it didn’t produce another one of
those lovely little moans. Eren wasn’t disappointed, however – it was proof enough
that Levi liked this, was enjoying it, even if he was reluctant to show or admit it.
God, Levi was stubborn.
But that was alright, Eren thought hungrily. He was patient, and Levi would break
eventually. Eren could see it in the way his breath hitched with anticipation every
time he moved, in the way his thighs trembled and fingers twisted in the sheets with
every lick. It would take some time to break the stubborn captain down, but Eren
had all the time in the world. There was nowhere he wanted to be more than here,
face buried in the swell of Levi’s pecs, the sweet taste of his milk heady and rich on
his tongue. It was just so warm and thick, like the sweetest of cream, and god, he
just couldn’t get enough of it.
He pressed a bit more firmly against Levi’s swollen pec, humming in delight when it
forced a weak stream of milk out of Levi’s nipple and a surprised huff of breath out
of his throat. Eren immediately chased the trail of milk, drinking up whatever he
could, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, wanted to take everything
Levi had to give, and as Levi subtly squirmed underneath him, an idea came to
mind. It made his breath hitch at the thought of it, and he had to suppress a groan
of excitement because –
God, he wanted – wanted to suckle at Levi’s chest until he was drained dry, wanted
to hold onto that tight waist as Levi wriggled underneath him, face red from a
mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. Wanted Levi’s hips grinding up against his
as he sucked those nipples even more puffy and rosy, left marks of his attentions
all over Levi’s pale skin.
His breath hitched and he pulled back right as he found himself about to do such a
thing. His alpha whined at the loss, but he – he wanted, but he also wanted Levi to
feel safe and comfortable and to ease him into this. Just a bit ago he hadn’t even
wanted Eren to see his chest, and they were making such progress – progress he
didn’t want to completely undo by overstepping his bounds.
Eren blinked, tongue darting over his lips, and Levi had to bite back the quiet whine
of despair at the loss of Eren's warm tongue over his sensitive skin, at the way his
gentle fingers were kneading the building pressure away.
Eren's eyes darted down to his chest, and he fought the urge to thrust his chest up
in a wordless demand, to preen at the knowledge that – that Eren thought he tasted
good, thought he was pretty and worthy of his attention and affection. It was that
damned omega side of his peeking out, the part he was normally able to push
down, but with pleasure thrumming through his veins, mind gone a bit hazy and
Eren lapping at his chest, he found it hard to quell his instincts when everything felt
so satisfying, so right.
But Eren wasn’t touching him now, and the alpha’s saliva and his own milk was
cooling in the air. It felt almost extreme, with how sensitive and flushed they were.
He wanted Eren’s mouth back, wanted that warm tongue and soft lips against his
skin once more. A bit hazy-eyed, Levi blinked up at Eren, a question on the tip of
his tongue, a plea about to fall from his lips.
“Can I-” Eren started, before he paused and bit his lip, glancing down at where
Levi’s nipples peaked on his chest, flushed a rosy pink from all the attention given
to them.
Now it was Eren's turn to look slightly embarrassed, which Levi found completely
fucking ridiculous. He wasn’t the one with milk leaking from his nipples – though he
is the one lapping it up, a dark, filthy part of Levi’s mind that liked this piped up.
He promptly pushed that thought down to never, ever think about again, because
once this was over, he was never, ever going to be able to look Eren in the eye
again.
“CanIsuckonthem?” Eren rushed out, and Levi’s thoughts suddenly froze.
His eyes flew down to Eren, who was looking up at him with big, earnest eyes. His
pupils were dilated, and – oh fuck, Levi thought, mouth going dry. There was a bit of
milk smeared across his chin, a little bit that he’d apparently missed. The sight did
weird things to Levi’s stomach, made it twist and warm in ways that were wrong,
because that was his milk on Eren's face, and his brain short-circuited.
“I – what?” Levi said faintly, eyes still wide.
Eren tilted his head, eyes dropping down to Levi’s chest, and then back up. “My
tongue is getting a bit tired,” he admitted, “and it’s not very… efficient to do it like
this. I’d be able to get more milk out if I was able to suck on them,” he said, and
though his voice was nothing but earnest, there was a slightly knowing, wicked
gleam in his eyes that immediately sent alarm bells ringing in Levi’s mind.
His fingers pressed down gently on Levi’s pectoral, and a surprised, embarrassed
noise broke free when a small squirt of white milk came out, soaking his nipple and
skin. God, he knew – he knew there was a lot, knew because the pressure in his
chest was tight and almost unbearable, but fuck, he hadn’t meant to – squirt like
that.
Like a damn cow, Levi thought faintly, embarrassment heating his cheeks and
painting them bright red.
Eren, didn’t seem to mind, however, not with the way his eyes lit up and he
immediately dipped his head down to clean Levi’s skin, eagerly lapping the liquid
up before it could cool.
He much preferred it warm, anyway. There was a sort of richness to it, a sweet
creaminess that was all the more potent when it was fresh, straight from Levi’s
body. Maybe it was wrong to enjoy this so much, Eren thought, closing his eyes to
savor it as he ran his tongue over Levi’s soft skin and puffy nipple, but at the same
time, it just tasted so good, carrying hints of Levi’s lovely lavender scent with it that
he couldn’t really bring himself to care.
Especially not when it drew those lovely reactions from the captain, either. There
was just something so good about seeing the unshakeable Captain Levi like this,
flushed and embarrassed, trying to hide just how much he was reluctantly enjoying
this.
“See?” Eren said, voice dropping down low into something heavily satisfied, still
gently kneading the swell of Levi’s chest. “Applying some pressure would make this
go much faster.”
“Fuck,” Levi breathed, dropping his head back and closing his eyes. He wasn’t able
to get the vision of Eren's milk-smeared mouth out of his head. “Just-” Levi cut
himself off, and Eren definitely didn’t miss the little squirm he gave when his eyes
flicked down to Eren's lips briefly.
If that wasn’t a blatant tell, Eren didn’t know what else was.
Levi wanted it, wanted him to suck on his rosy little nipples, but he wasn’t the type
of man to ask for it. As much as Eren would have liked to have heard it, it was too
much to ask for the first time. He could only push so far, or else he’d close up and
shut down. There was a fine line between embarrassment and humiliation, and
while Eren was enjoying seeing a hint of the former, the last thing he wanted to do
was push him too much into the latter.
Seeing Levi desperate and trying to hide it was more than enough for now, Eren
thought with a heady amount of satisfaction, already dipping his head down to
follow Levi’s wordless request.
His tongue laved across a nipple, teasing almost, lapping up a few drops of errant
milk that even that light touch produced – god, there was just so much, Eren
thought hungrily. Enough for a meal, and the thought nearly made a pleased growl
rise to his chest. He just barely tamped it down, instead focusing on the puffy, rosy
skin poking up invitingly from Levi’s chest, glossy and flushed bright from all the
stimulation.
He knew it was going to happen, but Levi still wasn’t prepared for the feeling of
Eren's warm, soft lips brushing over him. It was all the warning he got – he didn’t
even have time to stiffen in surprise before his mouth sealed over his nipple,
tongue flicking over the beaded tip in order to pick up the few drops of milk before
drawing as much of Levi into his mouth as possible, all but nuzzling in.
“Fu-” he began to gasp, but abruptly cut off the sound, clamping his lips shut before
the shaky curse could completely escape. A shiver rolled through him, one that he
wasn’t able to suppress, because Eren's mouth, hot and wet, over his sore nipple
felt amazing, and he breathed out heavily through his nose, trying to recollect his
composure, though he just – he couldn’t stop shifting around, feeling Eren on top of
him and around him, covering him like a solid, heated blanket.
Eren's eyes flicked up, darting over his face, before they dropped back down and
closed, a pleased expression spreading over his face. But then, he pressed down
gently on Levi’s pec and gave the first gentle suck, and a tremble went though
Levi’s thighs, because his entire body threatened to go weak at how good it felt. It
was – he could feel the milk being drawn out, and it was – it was intense, made
even more so because this was Eren, Eren was drinking mouth and mouthing at his
chest softly, making breathy little sounds of delight in the back of his throat.
Eren made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat and gave another suck,
readjusting the latch of his mouth around the mouthful of nipple he had. Levi’s body
went lax at the slide of Eren's soft lips and warm tongue against his swollen skin, a
tingle racing through his body as he felt some of the pressure in his aching chest
dissipate as Eren swallowed.
“Ah,” Levi gasped, toes curling against the bed as Eren applied gentle suction,
curling his tongue around the soft skin and pulling it close, deeper into his mouth.
He could feel Eren's teeth pressed gently against his skin, and they dug in slightly
with each pull in a slow, firm rhythm. “Mmh,” he breathed out, shifting slightly
underneath Eren, pressing his hips down and chest up in an unconscious plea for
more. His fingers curled in the sheets above his head, and he trembled,
desperately trying to ignore the way Eren felt cradled between his legs, his large
body forcing his legs apart, his warm, taut stomach pressing against his groin.
He tried, he really did, to prevent the heat from pooling in his stomach, but it was a
futile effort. Everything just felt so nice, and his omega purred at the gentle
attention, at Eren's hands and mouth on him, taking care of him. Maybe it was
because his wires were crossed, but there was something so nice, so satisfying in
knowing that Eren liked his milk, kept making those soft, breathy noises of
appreciation with each pull.
Eren wasn’t noisy about it, but he wasn’t quiet, and he could hear each time Eren
swallowed down his milk – and fuck, it was so much, Levi realized, eyes squeezing
shut as embarrassment flared within him. He was just about to bite out something
acerbic, to dispel the dozy, content air that had grown up between them – the
satisfaction from him giving and Eren taking – when Eren shifted a little bit in order
to get closer, nuzzling in almost, and the gesture did something strange to Levi’s
instincts, made him feel warm and relaxed, and his eyes closed as he melted back
into the bed.
He could feel the exact moment the captain finally gave in – every muscle in his
body went loose and his body was so pliant underneath him, the stress washing
away like the tide. Eren had to suppress the filthy grin that threatened to overtake
his face, because the last thing he wanted to do was pull away from the delectable
nipple resting softly in his mouth.
He’d been right, of course – it was much easier to do it this way. Each gentle press
of his fingers against Levi’s swollen pec and soft suck drew out more of Levi’s milk,
and he drank it down eagerly as it flooded into his mouth, unable to get enough of
the taste. Warm and thick and heady with omega pheromones, it made his
thoughts go a bit hazy, and he instinctively pushed in closer, seeing out more of
Levi’s warmth as he continued to suck on Levi’s nipple and drink down the sweet
milk rushing into his mouth.
Wasn’t able to get enough of Levi, and every sense felt sharp and on high alert, so
attuned to every small shift and breath of the omega beneath him. Little by little, he
could feel Levi go limp underneath him, and slowly, Levi’s legs lost their stiffness
and fell in to rest heavily against his hips. He could feel every breath Levi took, and
they were uneven, hitching as Eren continued to drink down everything he had to
offer.
For all of Levi’s reluctance, this was working, though. Slowly yet surely, the pectoral
he was gently kneading began to lose the pillowy softness from the milk within it
and slowly returned to its muscled firmness, though to Eren's delight, the rosy
nipple stayed puffed and soft within his mouth. Eventually, the milk ran out, and
Eren's eyebrows furrowed as he sucked and nothing came out, disappointment
welling within him –
Before he realized, with a rising sense of delight, that he still had Levi’s other pec to
lavish with attention, to drink from. Despite being eager to switch, Eren kept his
movements soft and slow when he pulled away, more than aware of his sensitive
Levi was by the way his legs twitched against his hips when he accidentally grazed
the flat of his teeth over his swollen nipple.
His eyes had been closed for so long that it took him a second to blink the world
back into focus, and as soon as it did, he tilted his head to regard his handiwork.
Levi’s pec was noticeably smaller and firmer than his other one at that point, the
nipple a flushed, rosy pink from his lips and tongue.
The normally pale skin around it was swollen and red as well, Eren saw, and god,
but he hoped it would bruise, left there as a reminder every time Levi saw his chest
in the mirror. Even if it wouldn’t, the temporary flush was more than enough to
make it obvious that it had been Eren drinking down Levi’s milk, the one to reduce
him to this limp, pliant mess.
Good, Eren thought, a dark swell of possessiveness rising up within him as he
pushed up, eyes falling heavy-lidded as he took in the captain. His eyes were
closed, thick lashes fanning out over his cheeks, and there was an unguarded
expression of relief and bliss spread across his face. His entire body was loose and
pliant, though his full lips turned into a hazy frown when he suddenly realized that
Eren had stopped.
Eren shifted and rose up blew cool air across his nipple. It slowly beaded and
hardened, still glossy with remnants of Eren's saliva and a few stray, remnant drops
of milk that he couldn’t resist licking up. It would be a shame if any of it went to
waste, after all, Eren thought, listening raptly to the quiet, breathy noises falling
from Levi’s lips. It didn’t seem like Levi was aware he was making them, and it only
made them more delicious to listen to.
Rendering Levi to a state where he was no longer aware of his surroundings or
cognizant of his own actions was something Eren hadn’t thought possible until now.
Levi’s senses were just too sharp, mind always awake and alert due to his harsh
upbringing in the Underground, where complacency could get you robbed or killed,
or even both.
“You taste so good,” Eren was unable to prevent himself from blurting out the
words.
Levi blinked and then a pink flush spread over his cheeks, staining the pale skin
delectably. Eren's eyes were heavy-lidded, and Levi's mouth dried as he watched a
thin trail of milk run down his chin. Eren's pink tongue darted out to lap it up, and
the alpha groaned quietly at the taste. "So good," Eren repeated, eyes dropping to
lock onto Levi's aching chest hungrily, fingers flexing around Levi's waist. "I want fuck, I could do this all day."
Levi's breath hitched, but before he could anything out, Eren shifted slightly, and it
rubbed his warm, flat stomach right against the sensitive underside of his cock,
sending pleasure flashing through him, hot and heady.
It felt good, Eren's weight pressing against that most sensitive part of him, only a
couple of layers of thin fabric barring the way to their skin sliding over skin. He bit
his lip to stifle the moan that wanted to break free at the friction, though it turned
into a choked-off noise as Eren slowly did it again, making a slow, sinuous roll of
his body that had Levi’s thighs tensing and abs quivering as he fought off the need
to press up and chase that feeling. Even the press of his briefs and loose pants felt
like too much against his sensitive skin.
Eren tilted his head, entranced as Levi’s mouth dropped open and his head lolled,
inky-black hair splaying out across the mattress as warmth and pleasure tingled
through him. It had been – he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gotten off,
unwilling to deal with the mess from the milk afterwards, terrified of sopping it up
with his towels or sheets and someone finding and scenting it during laundry.
But he felt so sensitive, and he couldn’t help how his body squirmed, unsure if he
wanted to buck his hips up or hold onto the fraying threads of his dignity and
remain still. Torn between the desires, Levi’s toes curled in the sheets, thighs
knocking against Eren's hips. Eren's fingers were warm against his skin, softly
kneading and pressing against his chest, warm and steady and sure.
“Ah,” Levi gasped, eyes squeezing shut and fingers gripping the sheets above his
head, fingers curling in the fabric, forearms flexing as he sought something to do
with his hands.
His thighs trembled and then squeezed tightly around Eren's hips, hard enough for
Eren to feel the ripple and flex of the thick muscle. Thanks to the tight white uniform
pants they were required to wear, he knew just how thick and supple those thighs
were, and a spike of heat lanced through him at the obvious strength lying within
Levi’s body.
Humanity’s Strongest, and yet he was letting Eren slowly take him apart. Letting
Eren get away with so much more than he probably should have, lying there so
sweetly with trembling, pouty lips and a milk-soaked chest, trying desperately not to
press his hips up into Eren's stomach, rub his hard, heavy cock against him.
It made Eren's alpha purr with heady satisfaction, because whose instincts wouldn’t
be satisfied by the sweet, dozy scent of an omega’s pleasure in the air, and the
sight of his glistening nipples, the feel of his lithe body and hard cock underneath
him? It was a hard-earned, hard-won victory, and it was thrilling to know that he
was capable of doing this to the most stubborn, immovable man alive.
It made him hungry for more – probably too hungry, Eren thought distantly,
watching Levi’s fingers flex almost unconsciously, head tilting back to bare the
flushed, glossy nubs of his scent glands. They were slick with oil, calling to him,
and he really couldn’t help himself. He braced himself on an elbow and reached up,
soaking up the quiet moan Levi gave when it rubbed his stomach over Levi’s cock
once more.
He turned his own slick wrist and finally, god, finally, gently swiped his scent gland
over Levi’s. His eyelids fell heavy in satisfaction as he felt Levi’s warm oil coat his
skin, felt his own smearing against Levi’s in turn.
Levi gasped breathlessly, arms falling limp above his head, a tremble running
through his legs as Eren finally did what he’d been wanting to do these past few
months. It was satisfying in the best of ways, watching Levi weakly tilt his head
back even more to put more of his skin on display and allow Eren easier access to
his gland, pushing back against his wrist each time it stroked over his skin.
His nostrils flared, eyes darkening as their intermingled scents began to rise in the
air – no longer separate, but combined in a way that was infinitely thrilling. Levi’s
warm lavender tempered his strong, briny ocean, bright sunshine bringing out the
heady notes in sweet honey. People said that you could test your compatibility by
how two scents intermingled, and judging by how perfectly their scents blended,
Eren thought, Levi was absolutely meant to be his.
Levi’s throat and Eren's entire forearm was slick with their intermingled scents.
Unable to wait any longer, Eren swiped his arm down Levi’s shoulder, skirting his
sides and rubbing the oil into his skin, wanting it to cover as much of him as
possible. It was a scent that Levi wouldn’t be able to get off no matter how hard he
scrubbed, no matter how strong the soap was. Eren's alpha purred, pleased and
possessive at the thought.
Levi’s cock was twitching intermittently against his stomach, so hard that he could
all but feel his heartbeat through the thin, sensitive skin, and his own was hard and
heavy, pressed against the mattress. Levi was too short, their size difference too
much for Eren to be able to do this and grind their dicks together without hunching
uncomfortably, but he didn’t mind.
Feeling Levi pressed against him was enough, Eren thought, and as his hand
traveled down, he froze, seeing the renewed shine of wetness across Levi’s pale
skin. His mouth watered, and with satisfaction thrumming heavily in his veins, he
dropped his head down to run it over Levi’s neglected nipple.
He immediately squirmed, back arching up in a subtle attempt to push himself even
more into Eren, wordlessly pleading for him to continue as he unconsciously tried to
hitch his legs up and draw Eren in closer. Eren huffed at the needy action, pressing
a small smile into Levi’s tender skin.
Eren's tastebuds all but tingled in delight as he swallowed down the liquid in his
mouth, unable to get enough of its sweet richness, heady with omega pheromones
that almost mad his alpha growl happily in delight.
Levi’s scent was warm and dozy as it rolled off of his skin, slick with oil from his
flushed scent glands. It made scent-marking all the easier, and Levi wanted to purr
at the thought of Eren's tanned, bronzed skin shining and glossy with his scent.
The alpha’s weight on top of him wasn’t oppressive or threatening at all, like he
thought it would feel. Or perhaps, another alpha’s would, and it was because this
was Eren. Eren, who was crooning so softly in the back of his throat that it was
almost inaudible, whose hands were gentle and lips were soft, scent musky yet
comforting, wrapping around him like a thick, cozy blanket. His body was solid and
warm on top of him, and he barely felt the strain in his thighs as they had to part to
accommodate him.
He could feel Eren's heartbeat from where the alpha’s chest was pressed against
his stomach. It was steady and slow, a quiet rhythm that seemed to sync up with
the gentle sucking of his mouth, slowly yet surely draining the tension and pressure
out from him.
Eren kept swallowed loudly, yet not obnoxiously, and it helped to reassure him that
Eren wanted this, liked it, didn’t think it was a chore or duty. Perhaps it was just
instinct, or perhaps the emotional turmoil had finally caught up to him, but Levi
couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed, this pliant and boneless and content in
his entire life.
His thoughts began to go a bit hazy as he grew more comfortable, until the only
thing that existed was the here and now, with Eren pressing him down into the
mattress, warmth pressed against him and quiet save for the quiet purrs and
croons coming from Eren, the sound of his lips smacking against his skin and his
quiet swallowing.
Eren's stomach pressed against his groin, a steady, firm weight, and without
thinking, Levi rolled his hips up lazily, huffing out a quiet, pleased sound when his
cock pressed against solid muscle and soft fabric, sending pleasure tingling along
his nerves. It felt good, and so he steadied his feet upon the bed and squeezed
Eren's hips with his thighs in order to give him leverage as he did it over and over
again, sighing as Eren flicked his tongue over his nipple and pressed down against
his chest to carefully coax out the milk that was creating an uncomfortable pressure
in his chest, making his muscles sore and skin tender.
Eren paused for a single moment, and Levi breathed out a quiet whine of despair
as the lips around his nipple suddenly loosened, as if he were going to pull away.
An involuntary shiver went through him, and his wrists twisted weakly. He wanted –
wanted to reach down and tangle his fingers in Eren's hair, hold the alpha against
him and never let him stop. He suddenly felt so restricted by the ties around his
wrists, but at the same time he loved it, being held at Eren's mercy and unable to
do a thing other than what the alpha desired of him.
As it were, the whine immediately drew Eren's attention back, and he crooned
quietly as he lapped at Levi’s nipple in a silent apology, before latching his mouth
back on, more firmly this time. He gently mouthed at the sensitive skin, pressing
and kneading with both his mouth and hands to coax more out for him to drink
down. It made Levi shiver and give a quiet moan as the feeling shot straight to his
cock, which throbbed eagerly against the hard press of Eren's stomach.
Levi’s head lolled back and a quiet, pleased sigh left him. He wriggled slightly
underneath Eren, readjusting enough in order to press his inner thighs against
Eren's tapered waist, holding the alpha still as he subtly stroked his scent glands
against him, wanting nothing more than to leave his scent Eren in a blatant mark
and warning against any other omegas who came sniffing around.
The oil just soaked into the fabric of his pants, but Levi, in a haze of instinct, didn’t
spare a thought for it. The action was enough, and every rub of the fabric against
the thin, oil-slicked skin only spurred him on, omega urging him to mark and claim
the alpha. If Eren thought anything of it, he made no mention – though he did slide
his free hand down to palm at Levi’s waist, all before slipping it down and around to
rest at the side of Levi’s hip, long fingers splaying possessively over his skin. The
next slow, lazy roll Levi made caused Eren's fingers to dig into his body so hard
that it had Levi’s breath hitching as the pricks of pain intermingled with the warm
pleasure.
A pleased, quiet growl vibrated in the back of his throat, traveling from his mouth to
Levi’s swollen, sensitive skin in a way that made him rut his hips up a bit more
firmly. He moaned quietly when Eren shifted his weight to lay even more heavily
upon him, grazing the flat of his teeth over Levi’s sensitive nipple before wrapping
his lips about it and drinking with even more fervor, hand squeezing and rolling his
swollen pec, causing milk to all but gush into his mouth.
“Oh – Eren,” he gasped, shuddering Eren's sudden eagerness, at how good it felt. It
was easier for Levi to grind the hard swell of his cock against the alpha now, each
little shift of his hips or pleased squirm giving him sweet friction. It was the perfect
amount of pressure, just the right amount of firmness, and Levi’s fingers twisted in
the bedsheets, seeking something to brace himself as he rolled his hips lazily,
seeking the pleasure he could find.
It was hard to muster up the strength, however – it felt good, be he was warm and
content, and Eren's scent was in his nose, potent and dominant in a way that made
him want nothing more than to just fall pliant and be good for the alpha. It was a
strange thought, one Levi didn’t think he’d ever find himself thinking, but one that
still felt good and right as it lingered in the back of his mind.
As if sensing that Levi’s thoughts were drifting as the rolls of his hips grew more
spaced out and weaker, Eren's hand gripped his hip and tugged,forcing Levi’s hard
length against him almost demandingly. Levi gasped at the sudden spike of
pleasure that arced through him, an involuntary shudder wracking his body. His
knees knocked against Eren's side as they trembled, and as his head fell back,
lacking the strength to keep it straight.
Eren's mouth was also more demanding, the flat of his teeth pressed against his
tender skin and tongue curling and flicking over his nipple, which was swollen and
flushed a rosy hue from all the stimulation. His entire body felt warm and
oversensitive, and he surrendered to Eren's insistent intentions as the alpha urged
him to roll his hips, almost in sync with the firm, yet gentle sucks against his chest.
He could feel a damp spot beginning to form in the front of his briefs, and the wet
drag of fabric only heightened the sensation whenever the head of his dick pressed
against Eren's ridged stomach, slipping against hard muscle and wet, soft fabric.
“Hah,” Levi breathed, the sound hinging on a moan as Eren guided his hips up,
forcing him to press his hard length against him in slow, powerful rolls of his hips
that made his breath shorten into erratic pants as pleasure began pooling in his
groin. He used what strength he had to squeeze Eren's hips between his knees for
leverage as he let Eren pull him up, caught between the pleasure of Eren's mouth
and the friction on his needy cock.
Eren just purred quietly and allowed Levi to continue grinding against him,
squeezing his sides in a near-bruising grip as he fucked his hips up, seeking out
the warmth and firmness of Eren's body. “Oh – fuck,” Levi panted, caught up in a
haze of good. Nothing had ever felt like this before, and he squirmed underneath
the alpha, unsure if he wanted to press his cock up against Eren's stomach or his
oversensitive nipples into Eren's mouth more.
He wanted - fuck, he wanted both, wanted it all, and all he could focus on was how
good Eren was making him feel, so comfortable and warm and needy all in one.
Eren's name rolled off his lips on a long, low moan, the only thing he could truly
focus on. “Ngh, Eren.”
The sound of his name helped to bring Eren back somewhat, and he blinked as he
realized the situation they were in, his face buried in Levi’s soft skin, his hard cock
pressed against his abdomen. He’d fallen out of sorts the moment he realized Levi
was grinding up into him, fallen into that haze of pure want that always threatened
to overtake him during these moments.
Eren gentled his movements, though all too soon, the flow of milk into his mouth
slowed to a weak dribble, and then a few drops, barely enough to taste. Still,
enamored with the feel of soft, puffy skin in his mouth and the lithe body
underneath him, Eren continued on, lapping and even nipping at Levi’s pec and
nipples as if it would be able to coax more of that sweet, warm liquid out.
At one particularly sharp nip, Eren felt Levi suddenly squirm underneath him, cock
twitching almost helplessly from where it was trapped between them. Eren's
eyebrows rose and he glanced up, pausing when he saw the way Levi’s bottom lip
was caught underneath a small fang, the way his cheeks were all but stained red
and eyes squeezed shut in an expression of pleasure.
“Too much?” he asked, voice gone raw and gravelly.
His lips quirked up at the obvious shiver that shook Levi’s body at the sound, and
after a few moments, Levi’s eye cracked open to expose a thin slice of grey that
attempted to focus hazily on his face. His hair was splayed out across his forehead
and the pillows like an inky halo, and Eren was utterly captivated upon seeing his
normally composed captain so utterly debauched.
Levi’s lips parted as if he wanted to speak, before they closed again, trembling
slightly. A moment later, his eye closed once more and he gave a weak nod. It
seemed like with the loss of Eren's touch, he was slowly beginning to come back to
himself, and as the tension began to seep back into him, Eren mourned the loss of
the pliant, comfortable warmth wriggling under him.
All good things couldn’t last forever, though, and Eren had been allowed and given
much more than he ever thought possible. Levi’s eyes were closed, steadfastly not
looking at him, and Eren let out a quiet breath, knowing that Levi was just about at
his limit for what he could take tonight.
He would have to untie Levi, of course, and he’d probably get a foot to his face or
knee to his solar plexus for all the shit he’d pulled tonight. It made him wince,
though he was still satisfied with how far they’d gotten. Eren had discovered the
root of the problem, and now he could worry about coaxing Levi out of his shell and
showing him over and over again just how okay with all of this he was.
Eren sighed and felt Levi jump slightly underneath him as his breath fanned over
his chest and nipples, where his saliva still shone damp. The normally pale skin of
his chest was completely flushed, a few areas bright red from where Eren had
sucked a bit too hard, nipples puffy and rosy from being sucked on. Even the
thought of how soft and sweet they’d been underneath his tongue and in his mouth
made his hands twitch, wanting northing more than to grope and lick once more,
but he refrained from doing so, not wanting to make Levi uncomfortable.
Still, the sight of Levi so disheveled and the warm, sweet scent of him made Eren's
cock throb heavily within his pants, and he winced slightly as he adjusted himself
on the bed to take the pressure off. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been
so hard, and he willed it away, not wanting to have to crab-walk out of Levi’s room
and lose the suave confidence that Levi had so seemed to appreciate.
Levi was shifting almost restlessly underneath him now, and Eren reluctantly made
to get up, sensing that Levi was beginning to get uncomfortable.
“Is there anything…” Eren started as he shifted to brace himself and push away
from Levi, but trailed off as his eyes darted down to an errant trickle of liquid. His
eyebrows raised, because he thought he’d emptied Levi, at least on that side.
Should have drained him on both sides, and there was no way he could have
produced enough once more in order to start leaking again.
His eyes darted up in a silent question, watching as Levi flushed and turned his
head away. He shifted uncomfortably, and whatever he was feeling must have
cooled his arousal enough to make him begin to soften against Eren's stomach. It
made him frown, because obviously, there was still something wrong.
“I told you,” he bit out, shame coloring his voice. “It doesn’t stop, not until-” Levi
suddenly snapped his mouth shut, the tips of his ears beginning to burn in
mortification. He’d almost blurted it out, but despite the compromising situation he
suddenly found himself, he had just enough stubborn pride left
“What’s that?” Eren asked, but Levi remained stubbornly silent, brows tilted
downwards in embarrassment. Eren sighed, propping up an elbow and bracing his
weight on his arm as he reached up to crook a finger under Levi’s chin. He nudged
it gently, urging the captain to look at him. Levi resisted for a few moments, but
ultimately gave in, a defensive look on his face.
“Captain,” Eren said, fondness mixed with exasperation lacing the title, “I can’t help
you unless you tell me how to fix it.”
Levi’s eyes closed, defeat crossing his flushed face. “It stops when… when you
leave and I cool down,” he gritted out, each word coming out with heavy reluctance,
tilting his head away as he bit the words out.
Eren blinked. Blinked again. And then –
“Oh.”
Cooled down as in…
Eren blinked again, eyes darting down to the softening bulge between Levi’s thighs.
He knew Levi had been aroused by this, liked it, but it hadn’t really hit him until right
that second was that he was the cause of this. That he could make Levi leak like
this, that the source of that tantalizing milk was because of him.
Which meant that – oh fuck, whenever they’d been together before, whenever he’d
slipped away to the bathroom, it had been because Eren's attentions, his presence
turned him on enough to make this happen. Because Levi leaked milk whenever he
was aroused and fuck, it was perfect.
And suddenly, Eren was gloriously, blazingly horny. He’d been turned on before,
because fuck, Levi wriggling underneath him his chest exposed and milk leaking
out from his pretty nipples… Eren would be hard-pressed to find anyone
who didn’t find the sight arousing. Even the faint thought of it made his alpha purr in
delight, because milk production meant that Levi was fertile, he was healthy and
ready to be bred.
Eren's cock throbbed at the thought, a surge of hot arousal crashing over him then,
because – Levi was aroused. Liked what Eren was doing, and having his nipples
and chest played with turned Captain Levi on.
Oblivious to Eren's thoughts, Levi shifted subtly, uncomfortable with the blank,
distant stare Eren was giving him. He couldn’t quite tell what the alpha was
thinking, and it was making him nervous. Did Eren find the thought repulsive? Was
he disgusted?
Probably, Levi thought with a hint of bitterness. What type of man, what kind of
omega was he, to get turned on from something like this? Milk was for babies, not
for grown men, and getting turned on by this was wrong –
But Levi’s thoughts cut off suddenly as Eren's scent swelled in the air, making
Levi’s eyes widen. It had been tamped down before – Eren was controlling his
scent to put him at ease, but now… thick and heady with arousal and lust, it was so
alpha, so Eren that it nearly made his cock swell again and stomach heat and twist
in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Eren's scent threatened to make him wet,
and that realization made him freeze, unable to do anything other than stare at
Eren, mouth slowly going dry at the way Eren's eyes darkened, an expression that
bordered on anticipation, hinged on hunger, spread across his handsome features.
“So, this,” Eren said slowly, sliding a hand up to thumb tenderly at a nipple, making
Levi’s toes curl as the sensation shot right to his cock, causing it to swell slightly,
“won’t stop until you’re not horny anymore?”
Eren's eyes never left his chest, even as he slowly brought his hand up and licked
the drop of milk off of the pad of his thumb. Levi’s throat tightened at the gesture,
wanting to squirm, because fuck, Eren looked good doing that, and watching Eren
lick his finger reminded Levi just howsoft and warm and gentle that tongue had
been earlier.
“Or until you go away,” Levi bit out, throwing him a weak glare. The thick fog of
alpha pheromones weren’t helping matters, either. If anything, they made it worse,
his body sensing a suitable mate and producing even more to show just how
healthy and fertile he was, how easily he would be able to feed their offspring.
His glare was ruined, however, by the faint flush on his cheeks, the way his pupils
dilated as he watched Eren lick his lips in silent thought.
At his words, Eren looked up. His eyes roved over Levi, taking in his flushed face,
the way he couldn’t quite narrow his eyes enough into a glare, the way milk
continued to bead at his nipples, sliding down the areola to smear over his pale
skin in cloudy rivulets. Eren tilted his head, meeting Levi’s gaze levelly.
“Do you want me to go?” Eren asked, quietly, voice neutral and calm.
Levi’s eyes widened, and then he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying
it. He knew that Eren was only offering because he really meant it. If Levi asked
him to, he knew that Eren would untie him and leave without any fuss; it was just
the type of man and alpha that Eren was. He was always putting Levi’s comfort
first; even this whole situation had been born from Eren worrying about Levi – sure,
Eren had been frustrated, but at the heart of it, he’d been worried about Levi, and
while it had morphed into something else entirely, it had started with Eren wanting
to find out what was wrong.
So, he could ask Eren to leave and deal with this issue on his own and potentially
close the door on anything else in the future, or…
After a few moments, his eyes closed, because he’d made his choice, known it
from the moment Eren had asked. He hadn’t needed to think about it at all,
because when it came down to it… “No,” he said quietly, unable to meet Eren's
eyes. He knew what he wanted, but damn if it wasn’t embarrassing to have to ask
for it. “I… want you to stay.”