✘ "You have a new match!" [Riren] [R-18] ✘

40: Defenseless

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Eren's POV

He didn't know what woke him up, but for once Eren Yeager awoke early in the morning and felt unusually good and comfortable throughout his body. The fine material of the bedding felt amazing against his skin and the skin itself felt unusually soft and smooth after yesterday's extensive use of oils and the deep cleaning Levi had made him do while in the Jacuzzi. He yawned and slowly stretched out his slightly sore limbs. A humidifier were standing on the bedside table at his side of the bed and they had left a window slightly opened, making the air feel fresh and cool.

Rubbing his eyes, he turned around to look for Levi and to his pleasant surprise he found him still sleeping quietly right there beside him. Eren stilled his movements, held his breath and watched for a moment the slow rising and lowering of the man's chest. Somehow he looked younger like this; his usual frown had relaxed and his mouth was open just the slightest. It was the most defenseless Levi had ever looked and witnessing it made Eren's heart race. It brought to his attention that this was actually the first time he had ever managed to see the older man in deep sleep. His boyfriend, who suffered from bad insomnia, was never the one to fall asleep first among them and always the first to wake up; often even whole hours before Eren woke up. He turned to the bedside to pick up his phone and look at the time. 6:12 AM. Eren thought back to the day before and realized that despite feeling so well rested he had actually just slept for about five hours.

Remembering last night gave him butterflies and suddenly he couldn't stop a big grin from breaking out right there into the open air. He looked back over to study the face of the man he loved, who apparently also loved him, and a big feeling rose in his chest that made him want to touch him... Carefully as not to wake him, he laid back down again as close to Levi as he dared without touching or stirring him. The older man was sleeping on his left side so he turned to lay on his right side, facing him. For a moment he laid just like that, until he eventually let his eyes fall shut again, lulled by the comforting sound of Levi's soft, regular breathing.

He must've fallen asleep again for a short while, until a soft stir beside him woke him up from his light sleep.

"Levi?" he asked, blinking drowsily.

"Yeah, sorry, did I wake you up?" the man asked, his voice sounding raspier than usual from having just woken up. He was sitting up in the bed, his blanket pushed down to his legs.

"No... I woke up before you did" he said smiling, words slightly mumbled. Levi didn't immediately reply but reached over to his phone to look at the time.

"Shit" he cursed, but more in pleasant disbelief than anything. He probably wasn't used to sleep in quite this long.

"Don't go" Eren mumbled and reached for him. For some reason he felt way sleepier the second time waking up and it made his thoughts a little slow.

"Alright, I won't" he said and willingly scooted closer to allow Eren to grab a hold of his arm.

I might be pushing my luck, he thought, considering that he had never seen Levi in a good morning mood before, but the thought was too appealing to not try. Still holding a grip around one of Levi's wrists, he shifted his position until he had turned around to his other side, now with his back facing the older man. While there, he pulled at his arm to try to have him close the distance between them. As Levi wasn't anywhere near to a cuddling kind of guy, he had never attempted spooning before but to his joyful surprise he felt the man shift closer to him and the touch of something soft against the nape of his back. Turning his head just slightly to glance back, he could see his black bed of hair right behind him. Turns out it was the man's soft bangs that he could feel rest against the sensitive skin of his neck. Emotions flared up inside the young man and he wanted to say something. Things like expressing his happiness and affection or try to make sure that the man didn't feel forced to do this and be physically intimate with him now after what had happened yesterday, but in the end he just said what it all boiled down to.