Stripper Poles (Ereri/Riren)

Next Steps

Eren woke again with a quiet stir. His body felt light, as he laid in the piles of soft blankets. His green eyes were staring at a random spot on the ceiling, a goofy smile on his lips. His mind was replaying last night like a movie, each part of his body aching for more. Chewing his lip, he let out a dreamy sigh. He couldn't think of the last time he'd felt the touch of another, let alone like that. Levi was truly in another league. He slid out of the bed, his feet gently padding towards the bathroom.

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Eren stared at the shower with a pure look of uncertainty. He stood, naked in the stone walls, nervous to fiddle with the electronic screen that held the shower controls. He was tempted to forgo the shower, but given how Levi felt about cleanliness, he quickly dismissed the idea. His brows furrowed as he tentatively pressed a button.

"SHIT—"

Levi glanced up from his spot at the kitchen island. His thin lips formed a smirk as he listened to Eren blast a cacophony of expletives. Fucking brat.

Eren had finally figured out the shower (no thanks to Levi) and had a rather refreshing time. he stepped out the shower, drying his hair with a white towel wrapped around his tanned waist. He wiped away the steam from the mirror, droplets following his hand as he went to wash his face. As he was about to place the wash rag on his face, he noted the very obvious markings peppered along his neck. He frowned. He most definitely did not remember Levi paying that much attention to his neck last night.

Levi was facing the stove, the aromatic scent of sweet blueberry filling the air as he hummed along to the music playing on his stereo. Without missing a beat, he turned around as Eren walked into the room.

"Good morning sunshine. Have a nice shower?"

That asshole.

"As a matter of fact, I did, thank you."

Levi elected to ignore the tight, sarcastic smile on Eren's lips as he set a plate of pancakes in front of him. "That's wonderful, I'm so happy for you."

"I'm sure. Care to explain all this?"

Levi shrugged. "You've never had a blueberry pancake before? What a sad life you've lived."

"Not that," Eren snipped. "This."

Levi popped a blueberry in his mouth. His eyes flitted over the tan skin, peering at the many hickeys that adorned Eren's neck. He shrugged. "I got hungry." He pushed the plate closer as he put a syrup bottle next to it. "Which you probably are too, so eat up."

Before Eren could protest, Levi popped a blueberry in his mouth. "I said, eat." Eren chewed the fruit with a glare, and Levi went back to the stove to clean it. Eren begrudgingly began to eat it, hoping whatever concealer Hanji had at home would be dark enough to cover all of the spots Levi had left behind. Levi joined him shortly, meticulously cutting up his pancakes into crisp squares. They ate in a somewhat uncomfortable silence until he spoke again.

"So, now that you're a dancer on the line up, what are you going to do?"

"Do...?"

"For your living situation."

The question took Eren by surprise. He couldn't read Levi's expression as they looked at one another.

"I live with Hanji?"

Levi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no shit brat. You don't plan on living with her forever, do you?" He scoffed, stabbing a square of his pancake with particular disdain. "I sure wouldn't want to." He muttered.