Sixty Degrees (BoyxBoy)

Dreams?

Eren sits at his desk hunched over a critique for one of his short stories he has to hand in next week, he's always loved the writing part but when it comes to criticizing his own work, it has felt weird and always ended up bringing his marks down. At the moment Eren has given up on it, instead pulling out his writing pad and adding a few kinks to a story he's half way done writing, Levi told him to write about him, and write about him he has. But he's finding it difficult to write about the man as he hasn't had, in truth that much interaction with him, which leaves him, frustrated.

Just as Eren's working over his story with his red pen his dorm room door creaks open, revealing the man himself dressed in loose fitting sweatpants and a tight black shirt. He shuts the door, turns the lock and strides into the room filled with determination. Eren watches him as he comes to a stop in front of the chair he's half turned around in.

"Levi, wha-," he starts, looking up at the older man.

"Shh," Levi says, placing his finger to the younger boy's lips effectively stopping any sound from coming out of his mouth.

Levi swirls Eren's chair back around to face his desk, he puts his hands on Eren's shoulders and begins to knead them into the muscles.

"Keep working," he says lowly. He can feel Levi's hot breath brush against his ear, a shiver runs down his spine at the sensation.

Levi's hands begin to move lower across his chest, lightly tracing over his clothed nipples before moving further down. His slender fingers play with the hem of Eren's shirt before diving underneath, Eren gasps at the coolness of Levi's hands as they work their way over the contours of his stomach. He wishes he could see Levi, but the position the man has him in makes it impossible. Levi moves his hands higher again up toward Eren's nipples; he pinches them both slightly, causing the brunette to let out another gasp. Satisfied the dark haired man moves his hands down, ghosting them over the crotch of Eren's sweatpants. The older man brings his right hand up to grab the elastic band of Eren's pants and lets it snap back against the flesh, the brunette is shocked at the pleasurable sensations it gives him. Levi moves his left hand back up to play with Eren's nipple, as he runs his lips against his neck, nipping at it. The brunette lets out a low groan feeling Levi smirk against his skin. Eren feels a hand working its way under the band of his sweatpants, palming at him through his boxer briefs, there's no doubt in his mind that Levi can feel him harden at his touch. Damn the man has hardly even touched him yet, only ghosting touches, and he's already got Eren this worked up. Levi suddenly changes the position of his hand so he cups Eren fully; the brunette lets out another low moan and squirms slightly while Levi holds him firmly in place. He dips his hand into the waist band of his underwear and he shudders, finally feeling Levi's hand on him. He closes his eyes and just allows himself to feel everything that Levi is doing to him; he lets out low groans as the man strokes his hand up and down his length.

His eyes flash open suddenly as the hand is rapidly pulled out of his pants and the chair is spun around, Levi stands before him face as expressionless as ever. You'd think the guy didn't just have his hand down Eren's pants.

Before the brunette manages to say anything Levi sinks down to his knees, pushing his legs open wider with his hands. Eren stares down into the man's grey eyes, waiting for him to do something, anything. He wants to say something, but he's afraid if he speaks now the whole thing will be ruined. He feels two hands tugging at the waistband of his pants again; he lifts his hips up off the chair slightly, allowing Levi to pull both his pants and underwear down to his feet, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down. Levi stares at him, and for once Eren doesn't feel the least bit self-conscious, only wanting him. The man suddenly grips him hard, wrapping his hand around the base of Eren's dick and stroking upwards, letting his thumb brush over the tip collecting the pre cum that had formed there and brings it down over the length of him. Eren cannot physically do anything besides stare down at the top of Levi's head as the man lazily strokes him, Eren wants to touch him to, but the man has never given him the opportunity.