kiss me hard before you go || Eren x Levi

sixth

warning : mature

He was mentally exhausted, yet, even after Erwin and Hanji had left his room, Levi couldn’t fall asleep. His thoughts were running around, they range from thoughts about the next expedition to what in heaven’s name is happening to him because apparently, nothing is making any sense for him. It was beginning to irritate him, like a little mosquito - small frequent bites of the mosquito would have you going berserk.

The walls of his seemed to be closing on him and he felt as if they were constricting him, making it hard to breathe. He was not one to panic, Levi believed that panic doesn't do any good if any, it brings more harm as your thoughts jumble up and your actions becomes clumsy. Hence, why his squad look up to him – Corporal Levi never panics.

“Shit,” he cursed, getting up from bed. He was tired from pretending to be asleep all day, he needed a breather. With his face showing barely any signs of an impending panic attack, he reached for the door handle, opening the door and stopped.

He only saw a flash of green eyes before he was being pushed back, his body still in shock, pliant, that he was easily manhandled onto the bed, pressed into the mattress.

“Ere-,” his words were drowned by a pair of soft familiar lips against his own. He couldn't push him away, he wanted too but his body was disobeying him, allowing himself to be pinned in between the bed and the person who recently couldn't leave his mind.

                                          

“I can’t stay away, corporal,” Eren breathed once they parted for air, “I can’t stop thinking about you,” his hands moved up to the sides of Levi’s face, his thumb rubbing gently on the older man’s cheekbones, “and you pretending I don’t exist hurts me so bad.”

It was Eren’s voice, raw, cracking, and full of emotions that it softened the hard gaze in Levi’s eyes. “We can’t-“

Levi was not able to continue; Eren moved to kiss him once more, with his hands holding Levi’s face in place. Levi fisted his shirt; he was wearing the dark green peasant shirt he would usually wear underneath his uniform. The material was drenched in sweat, Eren probably had been running before he reached Levi’s room and Levi couldn’t help but find the silhouette of Eren’s tanned skin underneath the shirt arousing.

“Mmh,” Levi moaned as Eren bit his lower lip, pulling gently. He then prodded his tongue into Levi’s welcoming mouth as his hand roamed Levi’s clothed chest. Eren grinded down onto Levi’s hardened member and the older man keened, his grip tightening.

Levi was intoxicated by the sensation; Eren was skillful with his tongue that left Levi wondering where he had time for the practice. He was hit by a sudden jealousy when he thought that maybe Eren had been kissing Mikasa before, or Armin instead, either way, Levi didn’t want to share Eren’s lips with anyone else – is that normal?

They pulled apart after a while with both gasping for air, their noses still brushing and their foreheads still pressed against each other. “Let me have you again, corporal, please,” Eren pleaded; eyes hooded and dilated with passion exhibited by his yearning to hold Levi like how he did almost a month ago.