Fetish

Again; Levi's eyes were glued to that hot kouhai's hands of his yet again. The brunet's fingers were lightly playing over his notebook, letting everybody who looked at him know how bored he was while listening to the teacher rambling. The soft slow movements of them over the notebook sent a languid shiver down Levi's spine as he imagined them ghosting over his skin instead. The instant heat possessing his core went directly to his groin. The sudden, but clearly expected, tightness on his pants was driving him crazy in a mere fraction of seconds. Levi cursed under his breath as he switched the position on his seat in order to hide the obvious hard on. He should be used to this already, since every single day he would get horny due to Jaeger's hands. Pathetic! Ridiculous! It was not as if he liked Jaeger himself; it was simply his perfect hands.

It was yet when he had been a child that he had, somehow, developed this strange fetish of his. In the beginning it had been something pretty innocent, as he simply liked to see people with clean hands; he quickly thought of them as good people. Pretty stupid, but well he was a child, even he had been innocent at some point. Yet, a couple of years later Levi had had a tutor whose hands had been the most perfect hands his grey orbs had seen in his life. His tutor's hands hadn't just been clean; they had been obviously larger than his, elegant with long and slim fingers, healthy nails and a very attractive tan skin. They irradiated warmth. Levi's cock had gotten erect in the blink of an eye with the mere sight of his tutor's hands. Summarizing, it wasn't all about clean hands anymore. He had clearly developed a stupid fetish over large hands with long fingers and tanned skin. Of course there were plenty of people with hands like those but not all of them pleased him. It seemed that they had to fit a couple of requirements like: the skin couldn't be too tanned, the fingers couldn't be too slim nor long, they couldn't be too short either, and the hands had to be larger than his otherwise he wouldn't even give them a second thought. And Eren Jaeger's hands just seemed too perfect in his eyes. More perfect than his old tutor's.

On the other hand, Eren himself was... well he was tall, had chocolate brown hair and deep blue green eyes; and how he hated those eyes! They just made him feel weird, and he disliked that sensation a lot. But, putting that aside, Eren was gorgeous, perfect; especially his hands; large with long fingers, clean nails and the brunet had the perfect tone of tanned skin. Ah, how he wanted those hands to touch him. Every single spot of his body craved for the attention of Eren's hands. Levi just couldn't help it, whenever his grey orbs focused on the brunet's hands, Levi's body would scream in need. He just wanted those gorgeous hands to touch him in the most obscene ways ever from head to toe. And then, he wanted to feel Eren's hands caressing him gently; unstoppably. He was sure that they would feel so good; in all the ways. Eren's hands always stirred a feeling of need, warmth and gentleness within him.

However that would never happen, for two simple reasons: Eren had tons of fangirls drooling over him every single day; but, above all, Eren had a girlfriend ironically with the same surname as him; and she was too possessive, he had noticed countless times now. But then again, with a boyfriend like Eren it was only normal to be possessive. Not that he had ever thought of Eren as a possible boyfriend. It was all because of his hands, obviously. Though, if only the brunet was gay, Levi could still keep his hopes up, because he had confidence in himself to know that he would be able to drive any man crazy. Unfortunately Eren was totally out of his league. There was no way in this world that his hands would ever touch him; to his chagrin. He better forget that dream and fetish of his for once and for all.

Still, he could keep fantasizing, like he would do once he got home. He couldn't wait. No; correction: his painful erection couldn't wait.

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"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Levi cursed under his breath as he walked in large steps through the almost empty corridors of college in order to reach his first class of the day. It was literature, his favorite, so of course he wouldn't skip it. And he hated to get late too. He had never gotten late in high school, so he wouldn't start doing it now that he was in college. But this time it had been helpless. He had gotten so absorbed by the pleasure of his hands stroking his hard cock so addictively, while countless images of Eren's hands ravishing his body in the most irresistible ways were sent to his brain, making the pleasure increase by the minute without any sign of subsiding. God, it always felt so good that he couldn't help but get lost in the hot sensations running throughout his core.