Suited for Eachother

Chapter 4 - Lap Dance?

Third Person's POV

Eren froze as he heard those words. He parted his lips open in surprise. "A- a what?"

"Tsk. A lap dance brat," Levi said, answering him. "Don't tell me don't want one?"

"I-I don't!" Eren stuttered.

"If you don't, then how about you say it with a straight face," Levi stared at him calmly, with a challengingly aura.

"Not everyone is as horny as you are!" Eren yelled back.

"Oh really? Then why are you blushing when I asked you? Don't tell me your scared of getting a lap dance."

"Psh!! As if! Give me one and I'll show you I'm not scared!" the brunet shouted.

Levi made his way over Eren's lap facing him, hovering over it. Leaning down, he grabbed Eren's chin with his thumb and index finger, licking a bold strip behind his ear. Hearing Eren shiver, making him smirk slightly.

Sitting down onto Eren's lap, Levi straddled him. He started to kiss along Eren's jawline, while rubbing his hands down Eren's sides. Sticking his hands into Eren's shirt, the brunet whimpered as Levi played with his pink buds. Toying with him, the ravenette began to spread feather light kisses around Eren's neck, biting down gently on some areas, making marks.
With Eren's breath hitching slightly, Levi took ahold of the younger man's bottom lip in between his teeth, sucking gently on it. Eren whimpered again, thinking to himself, "Ahh..w-why a-am I en-enjoying th-this? Mmm..oh god- am I really gay?"

Sticking his tongue into Eren's mouth, their tongues fought for dominance, swirling and fighting, with Eren surprisingly winning.

"Not for long," Levi thought, wrapping his arms around Eren's neck and deepening the kiss, with him winning this time.

Eren wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist, pulling him closer as he felt Levi gently grinding into his member.

"Nngh.. L-Levi.." Eren panted, feeling his member harden. Levi broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. Grunting, Levi turned around, his back against Eren's chest, and started to grind Eren again, rubbing his rear against Eren's semi-hard on.

Reaching his arms towards the back, he wrapped his arms around Eren's neck and started to grind faster, creating friction. "Le-Levi! P-please-" Eren moaned, grabbing Levi's shirt, clutching the hem of it, lifting it up. His hands roamed around Levi's stomach, feeling how muscular he was.

Just as Eren was about to take Levi's shirt off, he slid off of Eren. Standing up, smirking at how needy and flushed the brunet was, Levi started walking towards the kitchen, leaving Eren behind, who was sitting on the couch, with, now, a complete hard-on.

"H-hey!" Eren shouted, rising up from his seat, flinching as his hardened member brushed against his boxers.

Suddenly, laughter erupted from a certain, totally-not-drunk, four-eyed brunette that was laying on the floor. "HAHAHAHHAA! O-OH MY GOD!! I-I can't breathe- Levi- w-why w-would yo-you do that?!" Waving her arm around with her phone in her hand, she started giggling madly, "Th-that was so cruel!! But also beautiful!!"

Horror filled in Eren's brain as a thought came to mind, and as if reading his thoughts, Levi yelled from the kitchen, in the middle of drinking a glass of water, "OI! Shitty glasses, don't tell me you recorded that!"

Giggling, Hanji replies, "Hehe, 'kay, I guess I won't tell you."

"Tch! Why you-!"

"STOP!" Eren yelled, trying to break up the fight. "Guys, let's just forget what happened between us this night. Don't you- I mean- we, have work tomorrow? You guys still have to tell me what my job is at the company."