"Please don't stop the music..."
Eren wrapped his left hand around the pole, making a graceful circle, before pulling off the leather jacket covering his muscled chest. He ground on the pole, the crowd whistling and throwing cash as he seduced them into oblivion.
"I gotta get my body movin', shake the stress away, I wasn't lookin' for nobody when you looked my way, passed several candidates, yeah."
Levi took a drag from his cigarette, watching Eren from a distance. He smirked as Eren stuck his ass out and shimmied out of those tight shorts, leaving him in only high heeled boots and fish net tights.
"Who knew, that you'd be up in here lookin' like you do. You're makin' stayin' over here impossible, baby I'ma say your alright is incredible. If you don't have to go, don't."
Eren finished his dance, gathering his newly made cash, and the hastily written phone numbers, which Levi burned with the same cigarette he was smoking.
"Not bad brat, not that I like anyone else seeing you like this," Levi said, grinding against Eren for emphasis.
Eren moaned slightly, "You know I hate it when you tease me!"
Levi smirked. "Why do you think I do it? Now, why don't you show me your dance again...just us, no one else."
Eren pecked his lips and eagerly began his routine once again, moving through the motions, only burning with passion and desire.
"That's the Eren I know," Levi joined him, grinding against him slowly. This had become a "habit" of there's. One that they both enjoyed. The two panted, pulling away from the pole and each other, before meeting in a chaste kiss.
"I need a drink," Levi muttered.
Eren laughed slightly, "I'm pretty sure you just need sleep. Come on, let's go home." The pair walked outside hand in hand, just like they had everyday for so long, and just like they always would.
"Please don't stop the music..."
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