Pizza Boy Eren Jaeger

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((An RP blog for Eren Jaeger as a pizza delivery boy. Feel free to start an RP as any character.))

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(Open RP)

Eren was pissed off. He was partly pissed off because when this order had come in, the kitchen staff back at the pizza place had made a big deal of flipping a coin to decide whether they should send him or that fucking horseface out on delivery, and who in their right might would be thinking of Jean when they said “send the cute delivery boy”? But he was also pissed off because he was weirdly nervous about this, and he didn’t know how to cope with that. It was probably going to be a bunch of giggling teenage girls having a sleepover or some shit, and he’d just have to flash them a smile and hand over the pizza, but he didn’t really know how he felt about someone requesting him specifically, and he’d feel even more awkward if it turned out they were actually asking for Jean. He shook his head as he got out of the car and walked to the door he needed to be at, and put on a bright smile as he knocked on the door.

#reblogging this while i'm in an rp mood #open rp

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

Eren read the messages that came through and sighed. He laid back in his bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit to think, and then picked up his phone again.

[9:15][Text]: I don’t know. Sorry. I guess it doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just really weird.

Suddenly, as if it hit him like a ton of bricks, he realized how incredibly late the time was. They’d been at it since 7:36, and now Eren was getting really tired. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay up, but he was even more worried because he knew Mikasa might see him like that.

[9:17][Text]: Hey, um, my sister Mikasa’s going to be back from her vacation tomorrow, so

[9:18][Text]: I should probably be going to bed so she doesn’t notice how long I’ve been staying up. :\

[9:20][Text]: Can we talk tomorrow?

[9:20][Text]: I kind of have to find out a way to delete these texts before she sees them, too.

((For the record, I'm thinking it'd be a bit too weird for ALL the characters to be duplicated, so my Eren is going to en only child for this RP))

Eren frowned at the texts he got, and then rolled his eyes. It sounded like this other Eren had a lot on his plate, and he suddenly felt thankful for the freedom he had.

[9:22][Text]: Your sis sounds like a pain in the ass. You have my no, if you want to talk then just shoot me a txt.

He put the phone down again. He figured he wouldn't hear from the guy again tonight, or if he did it would likely just be a goodnight or goodbye message. And he didn't know if he really would hear from him again or if he was just trying to get out of the conversation as quickly as he could.

He picked up his laptop and pulled it onto his lap, then started browsing the internet out of boredom, checking all his usual sites to see if there was anything interesting going on.

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

Something like that couldn’t have been a coincidence. Sure, their same first names and physical appearances could probably be passed as one considering how many people there are on Earth, but their last names were close in spelling and (he assumed) they were pronounced the same.

Maybe he’s just making this up? I told him my last name before he told me his, and that painting..

Eren snapped himself out of thought. He didn’t want to assume anything if this ‘Eren Jaeger’ was being honest. He decided one thing. If this was a game, he’d play along.

[8:34][Text]: Based on your response, I’m gonna guess you didn’t see it, but

[8:35][Text]: I have a painting on the wall with my name on it that my sister made for me. It was hung up near the front door and it was painted two years ago..

[8:35][Text]: I can’t really fake that.

Eren didn’t really know what to do. He could take a picture of the painting for proof, but what if he was being messed with? Maybe he should ask the other ‘Eren’ for proof. Wouldn’t it mean the other ‘Eren’ would want proof from him, though?

Eren’s mind was a chaotic pool with questions about the boy floating all over the place. He couldn’t help but wonder about him. Eren felt like this kind of situation was something that could only be in a book or in a movie, not something that would happen in real life.

And with the painting, his mind wandered back to Mikasa. If she read Eren’s texts like she usually did, what would she think? Would she force Eren to stop speaking with this guy, and scold him for giving a stranger his number? Eren had to admit, it was a pretty dumb and irresponsible thing to do, but he still had to think fast before Mikasa’s return tomorrow, since she disabled the deletion of texts on Eren’s phone. Mikasa felt more like a worried mother than an adopted sister, but Eren didn’t resent her for that. He did wish that she’d lighten up on the whole monitoring thing, though.

Eren frowned at the text. Was this guy challenging him? As if he were the one who was lying about his name. At least he had better proof than some painting. He pulled out his driver’s license and took a photo of the identification, using his fingers to cover up his address. Once he was satisfied with the photo, he attached it to a message and sent it on.

[8:43][Picture message]: Paintings can be fake, IDs are harder.

Seeing the message along with the license, Eren remembered that he couldn’t yet drive, so he couldn’t show him his ID.

Still, did he really just call Mikasa’s hard work fake? The idea of that angered Eren. He knew it wasn’t anything he should’ve taken personally, but he watched Mikasa spend an entire day trying to paint it while neglecting herself just because he asked her for something nice to decorate the walls with for his birthday.He sent a string of texts, hardly thinking about keeping himself calm.

[8:47 PM][Text]: Okay, I have proof you’re not just some asshole trying to mess with me now

[8:48 PM][Text]: But I really don’t appreciate you telling me that my sister’s painting could be fake

[8:50 PM][Text]: I don’t have a driver’s license, so I don’t know how the hell I’m going to prove it to you

[8:52 PM][Text]: But don’t call her painting fake. I literally watched as she slaved away at it for 24 hours straight. Do you know how much it pisses me off when people say shit like that about her work?

[8:53 PM][Text]: I don’t know how the hell you want me to prove that I’m me. If the painting doesn’t work, what else do you want me to do?

What the hell was this guy’s deal? He was getting worked up over practically nothing. That being said, Eren knew he could be have a short temper himself so he couldn’t really judge. But whoever this kid was, he seemed to be really on edge over something. He decided to shoot out another text.

[8:56][Text]: Holy shit, calm down dude. I’m not saying your sister worked for nothing or whatever the fuck you think I’m saying. I’m just saying that having a name written on a painting really doesn’t prove that it’s your name. It’s like if I wrote Albert Einstein on a piece of paper and told you it was concrete proof that I came up with the theory of relativity or some shit.

He hesitated and then sent out another text.

[8:57][Text]: I don’t know your sis and I’m sure she’s a great artist, but it’s really not the point.

He set the phone down and ran a hand through his hair. This whole situation was fucked up, and it was really hard for him to get his head around.

Eren had to admit, he was getting worked up for a bad reason. His temper often get the best of him with simple misunderstandings like that. He took a moment to cool down, sighing and typing up a response.

[9:02][Text]: Okay, I’m sorry for getting angry.

[9:04][Text]: Just tell me how you want me to prove I’m me, okay? I admit, the painting was kind of dumb to use as a way to verify my identity.

Acting stupid like this always made him end up embarrassing himself. Sometimes, he couldn’t help getting angry over small and pointless things. It always ended badly, it seemed. Eren knew it was rude to start talking to a stranger at his request only to start getting unreasonably angry, so he felt the need to apologize twice.

[9:04][Text]: I’m still really sorry about that.

Eren read the messages that came through and sighed. He laid back in his bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit to think, and then picked up his phone again.

[9:15][Text]: I don't know. Sorry. I guess it doesn't matter anyway. It's just really weird.

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

Something like that couldn’t have been a coincidence. Sure, their same first names and physical appearances could probably be passed as one considering how many people there are on Earth, but their last names were close in spelling and (he assumed) they were pronounced the same.

Maybe he’s just making this up? I told him my last name before he told me his, and that painting..

Eren snapped himself out of thought. He didn’t want to assume anything if this ‘Eren Jaeger’ was being honest. He decided one thing. If this was a game, he’d play along.

[8:34][Text]: Based on your response, I’m gonna guess you didn’t see it, but

[8:35][Text]: I have a painting on the wall with my name on it that my sister made for me. It was hung up near the front door and it was painted two years ago..

[8:35][Text]: I can’t really fake that.

Eren didn’t really know what to do. He could take a picture of the painting for proof, but what if he was being messed with? Maybe he should ask the other ‘Eren’ for proof. Wouldn’t it mean the other ‘Eren’ would want proof from him, though?

Eren’s mind was a chaotic pool with questions about the boy floating all over the place. He couldn’t help but wonder about him. Eren felt like this kind of situation was something that could only be in a book or in a movie, not something that would happen in real life.

And with the painting, his mind wandered back to Mikasa. If she read Eren’s texts like she usually did, what would she think? Would she force Eren to stop speaking with this guy, and scold him for giving a stranger his number? Eren had to admit, it was a pretty dumb and irresponsible thing to do, but he still had to think fast before Mikasa’s return tomorrow, since she disabled the deletion of texts on Eren’s phone. Mikasa felt more like a worried mother than an adopted sister, but Eren didn’t resent her for that. He did wish that she’d lighten up on the whole monitoring thing, though.

Eren frowned at the text. Was this guy challenging him? As if he were the one who was lying about his name. At least he had better proof than some painting. He pulled out his driver’s license and took a photo of the identification, using his fingers to cover up his address. Once he was satisfied with the photo, he attached it to a message and sent it on.

[8:43][Picture message]: Paintings can be fake, IDs are harder.

Seeing the message along with the license, Eren remembered that he couldn’t yet drive, so he couldn’t show him his ID.

Still, did he really just call Mikasa’s hard work fake? The idea of that angered Eren. He knew it wasn’t anything he should’ve taken personally, but he watched Mikasa spend an entire day trying to paint it while neglecting herself just because he asked her for something nice to decorate the walls with for his birthday.He sent a string of texts, hardly thinking about keeping himself calm.

[8:47 PM][Text]: Okay, I have proof you’re not just some asshole trying to mess with me now

[8:48 PM][Text]: But I really don’t appreciate you telling me that my sister’s painting could be fake

[8:50 PM][Text]: I don’t have a driver’s license, so I don’t know how the hell I’m going to prove it to you

[8:52 PM][Text]: But don’t call her painting fake. I literally watched as she slaved away at it for 24 hours straight. Do you know how much it pisses me off when people say shit like that about her work?

[8:53 PM][Text]: I don’t know how the hell you want me to prove that I’m me. If the painting doesn’t work, what else do you want me to do?

What the hell was this guy's deal? He was getting worked up over practically nothing. That being said, Eren knew he could be have a short temper himself so he couldn't really judge. But whoever this kid was, he seemed to be really on edge over something. He decided to shoot out another text.

[8:56][Text]: Holy shit, calm down dude. I'm not saying your sister worked for nothing or whatever the fuck you think I'm saying. I'm just saying that having a name written on a painting really doesn't prove that it's your name. It's like if I wrote Albert Einstein on a piece of paper and told you it was concrete proof that I came up with the theory of relativity or some shit.

He hesitated and then sent out another text.

[8:57][Text]: I don't know your sis and I'm sure she's a great artist, but it's really not the point.

He set the phone down and ran a hand through his hair. This whole situation was fucked up, and it was really hard for him to get his head around.

(( Would you like to continue that roleplay we had before? ))

((Sure, if you're like to. I don't really mind.))

(( Welcome back. ))

((Hey. Sorry I disappeared.))

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((OOC: Hey, sorry to the people I was RPing with before, I've been working on my thesis a lot lately so I kind of stopped existing for a while, but I'll be handing it in tomorrow so hopefully I'll be able to RP a bit more, though I still have one final project left in college that's probably going to take up some time. If you want to continue an RP or start a new one, let me know. My ask box is open as usual. But you might have to be patient with me because my time management skills are shit))

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

During the long wait, Eren messed around. He alternated between posting on his blog and checking the status of his pizza, and also playing some random games he found on the internet here and there. He was definitely hungry, which made the long wait tedious. He wasn’t sure how long he could deal with his stomach which had been growling fiercely like an aggressive hound. Speaking of hounds, his pet dog became uneasy and started barking as the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. Eren rushed downstairs and opened the door to receive the pizza he had been waiting for. Seeing the delivery boy, he raised an eyebrow. Eren did find him to be cute, however, his face seemed really familiar. Thinking back to the last time he looked in a mirror, Eren stayed silent. He forgot about the pizza for a brief moment as he examined the boy. As Eren stood there, an air of unease arose. He didn’t want to keep the stranger from doing his job, but the similarities between them were shocking. Same facial structure, hair color, skin, eyes, everything. He began to question if he was really born an ‘only child’ before his parents adopted Mikasa. It was unlikely, but he couldn’t stop himself from wondering.

His smile faltered as the door opened to reveal a boy that looked very much like himself. His eyes widened and he blinked a few times before he realised he was staring. He moved his gaze away from the other boy and down to his pizza, which reminded him why he was there. He cleared his throat softly and looked back up. He tried to force a smile as he held the pizza box out, but it came across more like a confused grimace. “Here’s your pizza.” He paused and frowned. “You’re, um… you’re really…” his frown deepened as his sentence unintentionally became a question “… pretty?” He continued to stare at the boy, pizza extended, look of pure confusion plastered on his face. This situation was beyond weird, but at least he’d gotten his job out of the way.

Eren tried his best to shake off his unbelievable curiosity as he took the pizza boxes, keeping his gaze fixed on the mysterious delivery boy’s face. He kept the same bewildered expression as when he first opened the door, but he still thanked him anyway. He brought the pizza in and set it down on the table, grabbing his cash and walking back to the door to hand it to the delivery boy. Before he came back out, he took a small piece of paper and hastily scribbled something down on it. He gave the cash to the boy and slipped the folded paper into one of the pockets on his uniform. He laughed a sort of awkward chuckle, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little bit. ”..Thanks. You’re..pretty, too?”

That was all he had the ability to say, but it was still incredibly embarrassing and did nothing to help. On the piece of paper, he scribbled down his e-mail and a phone number, so at least that way if the delivery boy cared enough to look at the paper they could have another conversation that wasn’t as awkward. Eren had to admit, he wanted to know more about the stranger and talk to him. Since he had to do his job, he couldn’t really delay it or else there was a possibility that he could get him fired.

When the delivery boy left, Eren closed the door and went back in his house. He took the pizza to his room and continued blogging as he ate. He kept thinking about that stranger, occasionally checking his Email from time to time to see if he had any new messages.

(( Sorry for taking a while to respond. ))

Eren smiled awkwardly at the other boy and nodded as he took the money and wished him a good day. He let out a shaky sigh as he got back into the car, unsure of what had just transpired. He couldn’t get the other boy off his mind for the rest of the day, like his mind was trying to work out how there could have been another person who looked so like him and what the odds were that their paths would cross like that.

It wasn’t until he was changing out of his work clothes at home that evening that the little piece of paper fell out of his pocket. He frowned at it as he picked it up and unfolded it, and felt his cheeks heat a little as he saw that it had a phone number and e-mail address written on it. Someone had obviously slipped it into his pocket without him noticing, and he had a sneaking suspicion of who that person was. He lay down on his bed and debated whether to call or text or e-mail, or if it would be better to just leave things be.

After a while he finally decided to do something. He picked up his phone and tapped out a text to the number. “Hey, whose number is this?” He stared at it for a while before finally hitting send. He had a right to ask after all. It might not be the guy who looked like him, it could be anyone. ((Just to clarify - are they both named Eren Jaeger? And my own apologies at taking even longer to reply.))

(( I’d imagine so? Unless my Eren is Eren Yeager and yours is Eren Jaeger. Just slightly spelled differently? ??? ))

Eren spent the rest of his day doing something the opposite of productive — sitting around playing random games on his DS and on the computer. He didn’t really have anything else to do, afterall. His dash was dead because everyone was at some exciting event he himself wasn’t able to attend. He could always try to talk to Mikasa on Skype, but he didn’t really want to disturb her vacation just so she’d talk to him. Besides, she’d probably ask him question after question about how he was and if he was hurt or not. Mikasa always does nothing but worry about me, Eren thought.

After a long day of boredom, Eren looked out the window as the sun began to set. Sighing, he shut off the computer to sleep. It wasn’t like he wanted to go to sleep, especially this early, but tomorrow was when Mikasa returned from her vacation and he didn’t want her to see bags under his eyes. She always seemed to know when Eren stayed up all night, and always scolded him. "It’s unhealthy," she would say.

As soon as Eren got comfy in his bed, he heard his phone ring. Eren grumbled, tearing his cover off and going over to his desk to see who it was. At that time, Eren had nearly forgot about the delivery boy he saw that morning and wasn’t sure why he was being texted by a stranger. Eren checked his messages, and found the text. He read over it, still slightly confused over who it could’ve been.

[7:36 PM] [Unknown number]: Hey, whose number is this?

Eren sighed. Great, it’s probably someone who just texted a random number. That’s what he thought, at least.

Being used to texting, he typed out a response quickly and pressed send.

[7:37 PM] [Text]: How did you get my number?

Eren was surprised when his message tone went off only a minute later, but rolled his eyes at the response he got. Maybe someone had slipped the number into his pocket as a prank on one of their friends, and he really was in no mood to be roped into someone else’s pranks.

[7:39][Text]: I found it in my pocket. Probably some friend of yours being an ass if you didn’t put it there yourself.

He switched from his messaging app to a game to occupy his time without having to get out of bed and get his laptop. A little part of him was disappointed at the thought that the number had been part of a prank. Even if it wasn’t the guy from earlier, he’d been flattered to think someone was interested enough in him to slip their number into his pocket, and thinking that it was just a joke made him feel like he was stupid to think otherwise.

After sending his message, Eren made his way back to his bed and got comfortable, supporting himself and holding the phone with one arm and using the other to type. When he heard the text sound again, he opened his messages and read it. When he read the word ‘pocket’, he instantly remembered slipping a piece of paper with his number and email in the pocket of the strange delivery boy’s uniform. This must’ve been him, Eren thought.

[7:42 PM][Text]: Wait a minute, I remember now. You’re that delivery boy who looks like me, aren’t you? I got curious and wanted to talk to you again, so I slipped that piece of paper in your pocket while I paid you. Sorry I didn’t remember.. I just kind of forgot.

After pressing send, Eren facepalmed. He should’ve remembered, since he was the one who gave the delivery boy his number in the first place. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of him, or else he probably wouldn’t learn anything about the stranger. To try and make it better, he decided to send another message.

[7:43 PM][Text]: I didn’t mean to forget! I got distracted, that’s all!

Eren read the first text over and over again, feeling nerves pooling in the pit of his stomach. He had been curious about the boy too, but he didn’t know what to say now that he was speaking to him.

After a while of trying to decide whether to be serious or try to cover up for his awkwardness with humour, he sent out another text.

[7:52][Text]: You noticed that too, huh?

((Sorry for taking such a long time. I typed a response before, but Tumblr kept spamming “You have an unsaved post” errors and it erased my response.))

Eren was honestly surprised the delivery boy had noticed. He was just a customer, after all. Before, he thought he might’ve intimidated him by staring, but now he realized that both of them noticed. That made Eren wonder if the stranger was as curious as he was, if at all. Still, Eren didn’t want to seem too annoying. He had lots of questions drifting around, but he decided it’d be the best if he just started with names.

[7:54][Text]: Yeah, it’s really weird.

[7:55][Text]: By the way, do you have a name?

Eren had realized his mistake a second too late after hitting “send”. Now he had made a fool of himself in front of the boy. This was the second time he had embarrassed himself in front of him, and it just made it worse. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was. He quickly corrected himself, but still felt like an idiot.

[7:55][Text]: Shit

[7:56][Text]: I meant to say

[7:56][Text]: What’s your name? Sorry

Eren snickered to himself a little at the string of texts he received. At least he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward about the whole situation.Getting to know this doppelganger couldn’t hurt, right? Maybe they could become friends and fool people into thinking they were twins or something.

[8:01][Text]: Ha. Yeah, I have a name. It’s Eren.

Eren stared at the text for a while, dumbfounded. He began to think this was some kind of joke. There couldn’t be two of him, could there? That seemed unlikely to him, and he tried to convince himself that the delivery boy saw the picture on the wall that Mikasa had painted for him and wrote his name on. He had to be messing around, right?

Eren didn’t know what was going on, but he felt like it was a prank. He had no idea how someone could manage to get his facial details down so well and it was starting to make him angry.

[8:14][Text]: Stop messing around. What’s your actual name?

[8:15][Text]: I know you saw that painting with my name, but it’s not funny.

He would have kept typing, but he felt like he was being harsh. What if this stranger’s name really was Eren? The chances were astronomical, but there still was a chance, right?

He was Eren Yeager. Why would it matter to him if someone shared a first name and looked like him? Unless they were out to steal his identity, would it even matter?

Eren couldn’t make head nor tails of the response he got to his name. What the hell was this guy on about? And why would he think Eren was lying about his name. There was nothing really for him to do but be honest.

[8:18][Text]: Look, I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Eren sighed. It was either that they shared the same name, or he was being messed with. When he thought back to earlier, the delivery boy seemed just as confused as he was when he opened the door. He decided to give him a chance. If he was being honest, Eren could’ve scared him off with false accusations so he decided to stop accusing him of lying.

[8:20 PM][Text]: So, I take it that means we’re both Eren?

[8:21 PM][Text]: If you’re not messing with me as a joke, then we share the same name.

[8:21 PM][Text]: My name is Eren Yeager.

Eren stared at the text for a few minutes. He refreshed it a few times and rubbed at his eyes and pinched himself, but the words remained the same. He shut his mouth quickly when he realised it was hanging open, and adopted a confused frown.

[8:30][Text]: Is this a joke?

[8:30][Text]: This is a joke, right?

[8:31][Text]: My name is Eren Jaeger.

He bit his nails nervously as he awaited a response. He didn’t really know what he expected. He couldn’t think of any way anyone he knew could pull off a prank like that, it didn’t make sense. But it was easier to believe it was a joke than to accept that there were two people so similar who even had names that were almost identical.

Something like that couldn’t have been a coincidence. Sure, their same first names and physical appearances could probably be passed as one considering how many people there are on Earth, but their last names were close in spelling and (he assumed) they were pronounced the same.

Maybe he’s just making this up? I told him my last name before he told me his, and that painting..

Eren snapped himself out of thought. He didn’t want to assume anything if this ‘Eren Jaeger’ was being honest. He decided one thing. If this was a game, he’d play along.

[8:34][Text]: Based on your response, I’m gonna guess you didn’t see it, but

[8:35][Text]: I have a painting on the wall with my name on it that my sister made for me. It was hung up near the front door and it was painted two years ago..

[8:35][Text]: I can’t really fake that.

Eren didn’t really know what to do. He could take a picture of the painting for proof, but what if he was being messed with? Maybe he should ask the other ‘Eren’ for proof. Wouldn’t it mean the other ‘Eren’ would want proof from him, though?

Eren’s mind was a chaotic pool with questions about the boy floating all over the place. He couldn’t help but wonder about him. Eren felt like this kind of situation was something that could only be in a book or in a movie, not something that would happen in real life.

And with the painting, his mind wandered back to Mikasa. If she read Eren’s texts like she usually did, what would she think? Would she force Eren to stop speaking with this guy, and scold him for giving a stranger his number? Eren had to admit, it was a pretty dumb and irresponsible thing to do, but he still had to think fast before Mikasa’s return tomorrow, since she disabled the deletion of texts on Eren’s phone. Mikasa felt more like a worried mother than an adopted sister, but Eren didn’t resent her for that. He did wish that she’d lighten up on the whole monitoring thing, though.

Eren frowned at the text. Was this guy challenging him? As if he were the one who was lying about his name. At least he had better proof than some painting. He pulled out his driver's license and took a photo of the identification, using his fingers to cover up his address. Once he was satisfied with the photo, he attached it to a message and sent it on.

[8:43][Picture message]: Paintings can be fake, IDs are harder.

levisroguewings

☼ - pizzaeren

21. … to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck

Levi’s body stiffened as he felt the heat of Erens lips grazing against his neck, leaving love marks all along the tender points down to his collar. “Oi… What…?” He asked half distracted from the others actions.

Eren moved his head down, trailing kisses down Levi’s chest and torso as he pulled his hand out again and used it to unzip Levi’s jeans. He slowly dropped to his knees as he kissed Levi’s stomach, and gently tugged his pants off his hips.

levisroguewings

His body shivered as Eren slowly trailed down his pale abdomen and began zipping down his pants, watching Eren doing this was more then arousing. “Eren..” He breathed absentmindedly in an alluring tone as he felt his jeans pulled off his hips.

Eren moved his mouth away from Levi with a moan. “I wish that was how my name always sounded.” He mouthed against Levi’s erection through the fabric of his boxers, getting the material damp with his tongue and letting his hot breath fall on it.

levisroguewings

A soft sound could be heard as Levi took a breath, “Nngh…” He groaned in a erotic way, his eyes looking down at Erens as he mouthed and prodded his stiffened member through his boxers, his shoulders rolled back against the wall with the wave of pleasure that came with Erens teasing.

He continued to mouth at Levi’s cock through his boxers, looking up at him while he did so. He hooked the fingers of both hands into the hem of the underwear at the short man’s hips and pulled them down painfully slowly until Levi’s member finally popped out of them. He looked at the sight in front of him and licked his lips before looking back up at Levi’s face with lust in his eyes.

levisroguewings

"Mhhn.." He hummed in a held back moan, his lips pressed tightly together as Eren teased him through the fabric, his whole body felt hot while Eren exposed his stiff member. Another shudder rode through his frame as his silver eyes met with Erens lustful ones, his own half-lidded with desire, his dark onyx bangs partly over casting them.

He kept his eyes trained on Levi's as he let his tongue peek out from between his lips and slowly licked along the slit on the tip of Levi's cock.

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

During the long wait, Eren messed around. He alternated between posting on his blog and checking the status of his pizza, and also playing some random games he found on the internet here and there. He was definitely hungry, which made the long wait tedious. He wasn’t sure how long he could deal with his stomach which had been growling fiercely like an aggressive hound. Speaking of hounds, his pet dog became uneasy and started barking as the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. Eren rushed downstairs and opened the door to receive the pizza he had been waiting for. Seeing the delivery boy, he raised an eyebrow. Eren did find him to be cute, however, his face seemed really familiar. Thinking back to the last time he looked in a mirror, Eren stayed silent. He forgot about the pizza for a brief moment as he examined the boy. As Eren stood there, an air of unease arose. He didn’t want to keep the stranger from doing his job, but the similarities between them were shocking. Same facial structure, hair color, skin, eyes, everything. He began to question if he was really born an ‘only child’ before his parents adopted Mikasa. It was unlikely, but he couldn’t stop himself from wondering.

His smile faltered as the door opened to reveal a boy that looked very much like himself. His eyes widened and he blinked a few times before he realised he was staring. He moved his gaze away from the other boy and down to his pizza, which reminded him why he was there. He cleared his throat softly and looked back up. He tried to force a smile as he held the pizza box out, but it came across more like a confused grimace. “Here’s your pizza.” He paused and frowned. “You’re, um… you’re really…” his frown deepened as his sentence unintentionally became a question “… pretty?” He continued to stare at the boy, pizza extended, look of pure confusion plastered on his face. This situation was beyond weird, but at least he’d gotten his job out of the way.

Eren tried his best to shake off his unbelievable curiosity as he took the pizza boxes, keeping his gaze fixed on the mysterious delivery boy’s face. He kept the same bewildered expression as when he first opened the door, but he still thanked him anyway. He brought the pizza in and set it down on the table, grabbing his cash and walking back to the door to hand it to the delivery boy. Before he came back out, he took a small piece of paper and hastily scribbled something down on it. He gave the cash to the boy and slipped the folded paper into one of the pockets on his uniform. He laughed a sort of awkward chuckle, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little bit. ”..Thanks. You’re..pretty, too?”

That was all he had the ability to say, but it was still incredibly embarrassing and did nothing to help. On the piece of paper, he scribbled down his e-mail and a phone number, so at least that way if the delivery boy cared enough to look at the paper they could have another conversation that wasn’t as awkward. Eren had to admit, he wanted to know more about the stranger and talk to him. Since he had to do his job, he couldn’t really delay it or else there was a possibility that he could get him fired.

When the delivery boy left, Eren closed the door and went back in his house. He took the pizza to his room and continued blogging as he ate. He kept thinking about that stranger, occasionally checking his Email from time to time to see if he had any new messages.

(( Sorry for taking a while to respond. ))

Eren smiled awkwardly at the other boy and nodded as he took the money and wished him a good day. He let out a shaky sigh as he got back into the car, unsure of what had just transpired. He couldn’t get the other boy off his mind for the rest of the day, like his mind was trying to work out how there could have been another person who looked so like him and what the odds were that their paths would cross like that.

It wasn’t until he was changing out of his work clothes at home that evening that the little piece of paper fell out of his pocket. He frowned at it as he picked it up and unfolded it, and felt his cheeks heat a little as he saw that it had a phone number and e-mail address written on it. Someone had obviously slipped it into his pocket without him noticing, and he had a sneaking suspicion of who that person was. He lay down on his bed and debated whether to call or text or e-mail, or if it would be better to just leave things be.

After a while he finally decided to do something. He picked up his phone and tapped out a text to the number. “Hey, whose number is this?” He stared at it for a while before finally hitting send. He had a right to ask after all. It might not be the guy who looked like him, it could be anyone. ((Just to clarify - are they both named Eren Jaeger? And my own apologies at taking even longer to reply.))

(( I’d imagine so? Unless my Eren is Eren Yeager and yours is Eren Jaeger. Just slightly spelled differently? ??? ))

Eren spent the rest of his day doing something the opposite of productive — sitting around playing random games on his DS and on the computer. He didn’t really have anything else to do, afterall. His dash was dead because everyone was at some exciting event he himself wasn’t able to attend. He could always try to talk to Mikasa on Skype, but he didn’t really want to disturb her vacation just so she’d talk to him. Besides, she’d probably ask him question after question about how he was and if he was hurt or not. Mikasa always does nothing but worry about me, Eren thought.

After a long day of boredom, Eren looked out the window as the sun began to set. Sighing, he shut off the computer to sleep. It wasn’t like he wanted to go to sleep, especially this early, but tomorrow was when Mikasa returned from her vacation and he didn’t want her to see bags under his eyes. She always seemed to know when Eren stayed up all night, and always scolded him. "It’s unhealthy," she would say.

As soon as Eren got comfy in his bed, he heard his phone ring. Eren grumbled, tearing his cover off and going over to his desk to see who it was. At that time, Eren had nearly forgot about the delivery boy he saw that morning and wasn’t sure why he was being texted by a stranger. Eren checked his messages, and found the text. He read over it, still slightly confused over who it could’ve been.

[7:36 PM] [Unknown number]: Hey, whose number is this?

Eren sighed. Great, it’s probably someone who just texted a random number. That’s what he thought, at least.

Being used to texting, he typed out a response quickly and pressed send.

[7:37 PM] [Text]: How did you get my number?

Eren was surprised when his message tone went off only a minute later, but rolled his eyes at the response he got. Maybe someone had slipped the number into his pocket as a prank on one of their friends, and he really was in no mood to be roped into someone else’s pranks.

[7:39][Text]: I found it in my pocket. Probably some friend of yours being an ass if you didn’t put it there yourself.

He switched from his messaging app to a game to occupy his time without having to get out of bed and get his laptop. A little part of him was disappointed at the thought that the number had been part of a prank. Even if it wasn’t the guy from earlier, he’d been flattered to think someone was interested enough in him to slip their number into his pocket, and thinking that it was just a joke made him feel like he was stupid to think otherwise.

After sending his message, Eren made his way back to his bed and got comfortable, supporting himself and holding the phone with one arm and using the other to type. When he heard the text sound again, he opened his messages and read it. When he read the word ‘pocket’, he instantly remembered slipping a piece of paper with his number and email in the pocket of the strange delivery boy’s uniform. This must’ve been him, Eren thought.

[7:42 PM][Text]: Wait a minute, I remember now. You’re that delivery boy who looks like me, aren’t you? I got curious and wanted to talk to you again, so I slipped that piece of paper in your pocket while I paid you. Sorry I didn’t remember.. I just kind of forgot.

After pressing send, Eren facepalmed. He should’ve remembered, since he was the one who gave the delivery boy his number in the first place. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of him, or else he probably wouldn’t learn anything about the stranger. To try and make it better, he decided to send another message.

[7:43 PM][Text]: I didn’t mean to forget! I got distracted, that’s all!

Eren read the first text over and over again, feeling nerves pooling in the pit of his stomach. He had been curious about the boy too, but he didn’t know what to say now that he was speaking to him.

After a while of trying to decide whether to be serious or try to cover up for his awkwardness with humour, he sent out another text.

[7:52][Text]: You noticed that too, huh?

((Sorry for taking such a long time. I typed a response before, but Tumblr kept spamming “You have an unsaved post” errors and it erased my response.))

Eren was honestly surprised the delivery boy had noticed. He was just a customer, after all. Before, he thought he might’ve intimidated him by staring, but now he realized that both of them noticed. That made Eren wonder if the stranger was as curious as he was, if at all. Still, Eren didn’t want to seem too annoying. He had lots of questions drifting around, but he decided it’d be the best if he just started with names.

[7:54][Text]: Yeah, it’s really weird.

[7:55][Text]: By the way, do you have a name?

Eren had realized his mistake a second too late after hitting “send”. Now he had made a fool of himself in front of the boy. This was the second time he had embarrassed himself in front of him, and it just made it worse. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was. He quickly corrected himself, but still felt like an idiot.

[7:55][Text]: Shit

[7:56][Text]: I meant to say

[7:56][Text]: What’s your name? Sorry

Eren snickered to himself a little at the string of texts he received. At least he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward about the whole situation.Getting to know this doppelganger couldn’t hurt, right? Maybe they could become friends and fool people into thinking they were twins or something.

[8:01][Text]: Ha. Yeah, I have a name. It’s Eren.

Eren stared at the text for a while, dumbfounded. He began to think this was some kind of joke. There couldn’t be two of him, could there? That seemed unlikely to him, and he tried to convince himself that the delivery boy saw the picture on the wall that Mikasa had painted for him and wrote his name on. He had to be messing around, right?

Eren didn’t know what was going on, but he felt like it was a prank. He had no idea how someone could manage to get his facial details down so well and it was starting to make him angry.

[8:14][Text]: Stop messing around. What’s your actual name?

[8:15][Text]: I know you saw that painting with my name, but it’s not funny.

He would have kept typing, but he felt like he was being harsh. What if this stranger’s name really was Eren? The chances were astronomical, but there still was a chance, right?

He was Eren Yeager. Why would it matter to him if someone shared a first name and looked like him? Unless they were out to steal his identity, would it even matter?

Eren couldn’t make head nor tails of the response he got to his name. What the hell was this guy on about? And why would he think Eren was lying about his name. There was nothing really for him to do but be honest.

[8:18][Text]: Look, I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Eren sighed. It was either that they shared the same name, or he was being messed with. When he thought back to earlier, the delivery boy seemed just as confused as he was when he opened the door. He decided to give him a chance. If he was being honest, Eren could’ve scared him off with false accusations so he decided to stop accusing him of lying.

[8:20 PM][Text]: So, I take it that means we’re both Eren?

[8:21 PM][Text]: If you’re not messing with me as a joke, then we share the same name.

[8:21 PM][Text]: My name is Eren Yeager.

Eren stared at the text for a few minutes. He refreshed it a few times and rubbed at his eyes and pinched himself, but the words remained the same. He shut his mouth quickly when he realised it was hanging open, and adopted a confused frown.

[8:30][Text]: Is this a joke?

[8:30][Text]: This is a joke, right?

[8:31][Text]: My name is Eren Jaeger.

He bit his nails nervously as he awaited a response. He didn't really know what he expected. He couldn't think of any way anyone he knew could pull off a prank like that, it didn't make sense. But it was easier to believe it was a joke than to accept that there were two people so similar who even had names that were almost identical.

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

During the long wait, Eren messed around. He alternated between posting on his blog and checking the status of his pizza, and also playing some random games he found on the internet here and there. He was definitely hungry, which made the long wait tedious. He wasn’t sure how long he could deal with his stomach which had been growling fiercely like an aggressive hound. Speaking of hounds, his pet dog became uneasy and started barking as the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. Eren rushed downstairs and opened the door to receive the pizza he had been waiting for. Seeing the delivery boy, he raised an eyebrow. Eren did find him to be cute, however, his face seemed really familiar. Thinking back to the last time he looked in a mirror, Eren stayed silent. He forgot about the pizza for a brief moment as he examined the boy. As Eren stood there, an air of unease arose. He didn’t want to keep the stranger from doing his job, but the similarities between them were shocking. Same facial structure, hair color, skin, eyes, everything. He began to question if he was really born an ‘only child’ before his parents adopted Mikasa. It was unlikely, but he couldn’t stop himself from wondering.

His smile faltered as the door opened to reveal a boy that looked very much like himself. His eyes widened and he blinked a few times before he realised he was staring. He moved his gaze away from the other boy and down to his pizza, which reminded him why he was there. He cleared his throat softly and looked back up. He tried to force a smile as he held the pizza box out, but it came across more like a confused grimace. “Here’s your pizza.” He paused and frowned. “You’re, um… you’re really…” his frown deepened as his sentence unintentionally became a question “… pretty?” He continued to stare at the boy, pizza extended, look of pure confusion plastered on his face. This situation was beyond weird, but at least he’d gotten his job out of the way.

Eren tried his best to shake off his unbelievable curiosity as he took the pizza boxes, keeping his gaze fixed on the mysterious delivery boy’s face. He kept the same bewildered expression as when he first opened the door, but he still thanked him anyway. He brought the pizza in and set it down on the table, grabbing his cash and walking back to the door to hand it to the delivery boy. Before he came back out, he took a small piece of paper and hastily scribbled something down on it. He gave the cash to the boy and slipped the folded paper into one of the pockets on his uniform. He laughed a sort of awkward chuckle, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little bit. ”..Thanks. You’re..pretty, too?”

That was all he had the ability to say, but it was still incredibly embarrassing and did nothing to help. On the piece of paper, he scribbled down his e-mail and a phone number, so at least that way if the delivery boy cared enough to look at the paper they could have another conversation that wasn’t as awkward. Eren had to admit, he wanted to know more about the stranger and talk to him. Since he had to do his job, he couldn’t really delay it or else there was a possibility that he could get him fired.

When the delivery boy left, Eren closed the door and went back in his house. He took the pizza to his room and continued blogging as he ate. He kept thinking about that stranger, occasionally checking his Email from time to time to see if he had any new messages.

(( Sorry for taking a while to respond. ))

Eren smiled awkwardly at the other boy and nodded as he took the money and wished him a good day. He let out a shaky sigh as he got back into the car, unsure of what had just transpired. He couldn’t get the other boy off his mind for the rest of the day, like his mind was trying to work out how there could have been another person who looked so like him and what the odds were that their paths would cross like that.

It wasn’t until he was changing out of his work clothes at home that evening that the little piece of paper fell out of his pocket. He frowned at it as he picked it up and unfolded it, and felt his cheeks heat a little as he saw that it had a phone number and e-mail address written on it. Someone had obviously slipped it into his pocket without him noticing, and he had a sneaking suspicion of who that person was. He lay down on his bed and debated whether to call or text or e-mail, or if it would be better to just leave things be.

After a while he finally decided to do something. He picked up his phone and tapped out a text to the number. “Hey, whose number is this?” He stared at it for a while before finally hitting send. He had a right to ask after all. It might not be the guy who looked like him, it could be anyone. ((Just to clarify - are they both named Eren Jaeger? And my own apologies at taking even longer to reply.))

(( I’d imagine so? Unless my Eren is Eren Yeager and yours is Eren Jaeger. Just slightly spelled differently? ??? ))

Eren spent the rest of his day doing something the opposite of productive — sitting around playing random games on his DS and on the computer. He didn’t really have anything else to do, afterall. His dash was dead because everyone was at some exciting event he himself wasn’t able to attend. He could always try to talk to Mikasa on Skype, but he didn’t really want to disturb her vacation just so she’d talk to him. Besides, she’d probably ask him question after question about how he was and if he was hurt or not. Mikasa always does nothing but worry about me, Eren thought.

After a long day of boredom, Eren looked out the window as the sun began to set. Sighing, he shut off the computer to sleep. It wasn’t like he wanted to go to sleep, especially this early, but tomorrow was when Mikasa returned from her vacation and he didn’t want her to see bags under his eyes. She always seemed to know when Eren stayed up all night, and always scolded him. "It’s unhealthy," she would say.

As soon as Eren got comfy in his bed, he heard his phone ring. Eren grumbled, tearing his cover off and going over to his desk to see who it was. At that time, Eren had nearly forgot about the delivery boy he saw that morning and wasn’t sure why he was being texted by a stranger. Eren checked his messages, and found the text. He read over it, still slightly confused over who it could’ve been.

[7:36 PM] [Unknown number]: Hey, whose number is this?

Eren sighed. Great, it’s probably someone who just texted a random number. That’s what he thought, at least.

Being used to texting, he typed out a response quickly and pressed send.

[7:37 PM] [Text]: How did you get my number?

Eren was surprised when his message tone went off only a minute later, but rolled his eyes at the response he got. Maybe someone had slipped the number into his pocket as a prank on one of their friends, and he really was in no mood to be roped into someone else’s pranks.

[7:39][Text]: I found it in my pocket. Probably some friend of yours being an ass if you didn’t put it there yourself.

He switched from his messaging app to a game to occupy his time without having to get out of bed and get his laptop. A little part of him was disappointed at the thought that the number had been part of a prank. Even if it wasn’t the guy from earlier, he’d been flattered to think someone was interested enough in him to slip their number into his pocket, and thinking that it was just a joke made him feel like he was stupid to think otherwise.

After sending his message, Eren made his way back to his bed and got comfortable, supporting himself and holding the phone with one arm and using the other to type. When he heard the text sound again, he opened his messages and read it. When he read the word ‘pocket’, he instantly remembered slipping a piece of paper with his number and email in the pocket of the strange delivery boy’s uniform. This must’ve been him, Eren thought.

[7:42 PM][Text]: Wait a minute, I remember now. You’re that delivery boy who looks like me, aren’t you? I got curious and wanted to talk to you again, so I slipped that piece of paper in your pocket while I paid you. Sorry I didn’t remember.. I just kind of forgot.

After pressing send, Eren facepalmed. He should’ve remembered, since he was the one who gave the delivery boy his number in the first place. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of him, or else he probably wouldn’t learn anything about the stranger. To try and make it better, he decided to send another message.

[7:43 PM][Text]: I didn’t mean to forget! I got distracted, that’s all!

Eren read the first text over and over again, feeling nerves pooling in the pit of his stomach. He had been curious about the boy too, but he didn’t know what to say now that he was speaking to him.

After a while of trying to decide whether to be serious or try to cover up for his awkwardness with humour, he sent out another text.

[7:52][Text]: You noticed that too, huh?

((Sorry for taking such a long time. I typed a response before, but Tumblr kept spamming “You have an unsaved post” errors and it erased my response.))

Eren was honestly surprised the delivery boy had noticed. He was just a customer, after all. Before, he thought he might’ve intimidated him by staring, but now he realized that both of them noticed. That made Eren wonder if the stranger was as curious as he was, if at all. Still, Eren didn’t want to seem too annoying. He had lots of questions drifting around, but he decided it’d be the best if he just started with names.

[7:54][Text]: Yeah, it’s really weird.

[7:55][Text]: By the way, do you have a name?

Eren had realized his mistake a second too late after hitting “send”. Now he had made a fool of himself in front of the boy. This was the second time he had embarrassed himself in front of him, and it just made it worse. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was. He quickly corrected himself, but still felt like an idiot.

[7:55][Text]: Shit

[7:56][Text]: I meant to say

[7:56][Text]: What’s your name? Sorry

Eren snickered to himself a little at the string of texts he received. At least he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward about the whole situation.Getting to know this doppelganger couldn’t hurt, right? Maybe they could become friends and fool people into thinking they were twins or something.

[8:01][Text]: Ha. Yeah, I have a name. It’s Eren.

Eren stared at the text for a while, dumbfounded. He began to think this was some kind of joke. There couldn’t be two of him, could there? That seemed unlikely to him, and he tried to convince himself that the delivery boy saw the picture on the wall that Mikasa had painted for him and wrote his name on. He had to be messing around, right?

Eren didn’t know what was going on, but he felt like it was a prank. He had no idea how someone could manage to get his facial details down so well and it was starting to make him angry.

[8:14][Text]: Stop messing around. What’s your actual name?

[8:15][Text]: I know you saw that painting with my name, but it’s not funny.

He would have kept typing, but he felt like he was being harsh. What if this stranger’s name really was Eren? The chances were astronomical, but there still was a chance, right?

He was Eren Yeager. Why would it matter to him if someone shared a first name and looked like him? Unless they were out to steal his identity, would it even matter?

Eren couldn't make head nor tails of the response he got to his name. What the hell was this guy on about? And why would he think Eren was lying about his name. There was nothing really for him to do but be honest.

[8:18][Text]: Look, I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

levisroguewings

☼ - pizzaeren

21. … to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck

Levi’s body stiffened as he felt the heat of Erens lips grazing against his neck, leaving love marks all along the tender points down to his collar. “Oi… What…?” He asked half distracted from the others actions.

levisroguewings

Levi took in a sharp breath to the others movements, his hand gripping harder to the others shirt as his head dipped, his obsidian bangs overcasting his eyes. “A-Ahh..” He let a soft erotic moan leave his parted lips.

"Mmm, you sound good too." He slipped one of his hands down along Levi’s abs and past the waistline of his jeans. He cupped the bulge in Levi’s pants through his boxers and rubbed at it through the fabric.

levisroguewings

Levi held back another soft moan as Eren moved his hands lower and beginning to toy and tease his stiff member through his tight jeans. His whole body shuddered as he bit his lip to keep his breaths settled and sounds within his lips, his eyes continued to look down at the bottom seam of Erens shirt.

Eren moved his head down, trailing kisses down Levi’s chest and torso as he pulled his hand out again and used it to unzip Levi’s jeans. He slowly dropped to his knees as he kissed Levi’s stomach, and gently tugged his pants off his hips.

levisroguewings

His body shivered as Eren slowly trailed down his pale abdomen and began zipping down his pants, watching Eren doing this was more then arousing. “Eren..” He breathed absentmindedly in an alluring tone as he felt his jeans pulled off his hips.

Eren moved his mouth away from Levi with a moan. “I wish that was how my name always sounded.” He mouthed against Levi’s erection through the fabric of his boxers, getting the material damp with his tongue and letting his hot breath fall on it.

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A soft sound could be heard as Levi took a breath, “Nngh…” He groaned in a erotic way, his eyes looking down at Erens as he mouthed and prodded his stiffened member through his boxers, his shoulders rolled back against the wall with the wave of pleasure that came with Erens teasing.

He continued to mouth at Levi's cock through his boxers, looking up at him while he did so. He hooked the fingers of both hands into the hem of the underwear at the short man's hips and pulled them down painfully slowly until Levi's member finally popped out of them. He looked at the sight in front of him and licked his lips before looking back up at Levi's face with lust in his eyes.

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

During the long wait, Eren messed around. He alternated between posting on his blog and checking the status of his pizza, and also playing some random games he found on the internet here and there. He was definitely hungry, which made the long wait tedious. He wasn’t sure how long he could deal with his stomach which had been growling fiercely like an aggressive hound. Speaking of hounds, his pet dog became uneasy and started barking as the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. Eren rushed downstairs and opened the door to receive the pizza he had been waiting for. Seeing the delivery boy, he raised an eyebrow. Eren did find him to be cute, however, his face seemed really familiar. Thinking back to the last time he looked in a mirror, Eren stayed silent. He forgot about the pizza for a brief moment as he examined the boy. As Eren stood there, an air of unease arose. He didn’t want to keep the stranger from doing his job, but the similarities between them were shocking. Same facial structure, hair color, skin, eyes, everything. He began to question if he was really born an ‘only child’ before his parents adopted Mikasa. It was unlikely, but he couldn’t stop himself from wondering.

His smile faltered as the door opened to reveal a boy that looked very much like himself. His eyes widened and he blinked a few times before he realised he was staring. He moved his gaze away from the other boy and down to his pizza, which reminded him why he was there. He cleared his throat softly and looked back up. He tried to force a smile as he held the pizza box out, but it came across more like a confused grimace. “Here’s your pizza.” He paused and frowned. “You’re, um… you’re really…” his frown deepened as his sentence unintentionally became a question “… pretty?” He continued to stare at the boy, pizza extended, look of pure confusion plastered on his face. This situation was beyond weird, but at least he’d gotten his job out of the way.

Eren tried his best to shake off his unbelievable curiosity as he took the pizza boxes, keeping his gaze fixed on the mysterious delivery boy’s face. He kept the same bewildered expression as when he first opened the door, but he still thanked him anyway. He brought the pizza in and set it down on the table, grabbing his cash and walking back to the door to hand it to the delivery boy. Before he came back out, he took a small piece of paper and hastily scribbled something down on it. He gave the cash to the boy and slipped the folded paper into one of the pockets on his uniform. He laughed a sort of awkward chuckle, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little bit. ”..Thanks. You’re..pretty, too?”

That was all he had the ability to say, but it was still incredibly embarrassing and did nothing to help. On the piece of paper, he scribbled down his e-mail and a phone number, so at least that way if the delivery boy cared enough to look at the paper they could have another conversation that wasn’t as awkward. Eren had to admit, he wanted to know more about the stranger and talk to him. Since he had to do his job, he couldn’t really delay it or else there was a possibility that he could get him fired.

When the delivery boy left, Eren closed the door and went back in his house. He took the pizza to his room and continued blogging as he ate. He kept thinking about that stranger, occasionally checking his Email from time to time to see if he had any new messages.

(( Sorry for taking a while to respond. ))

Eren smiled awkwardly at the other boy and nodded as he took the money and wished him a good day. He let out a shaky sigh as he got back into the car, unsure of what had just transpired. He couldn’t get the other boy off his mind for the rest of the day, like his mind was trying to work out how there could have been another person who looked so like him and what the odds were that their paths would cross like that.

It wasn’t until he was changing out of his work clothes at home that evening that the little piece of paper fell out of his pocket. He frowned at it as he picked it up and unfolded it, and felt his cheeks heat a little as he saw that it had a phone number and e-mail address written on it. Someone had obviously slipped it into his pocket without him noticing, and he had a sneaking suspicion of who that person was. He lay down on his bed and debated whether to call or text or e-mail, or if it would be better to just leave things be.

After a while he finally decided to do something. He picked up his phone and tapped out a text to the number. “Hey, whose number is this?” He stared at it for a while before finally hitting send. He had a right to ask after all. It might not be the guy who looked like him, it could be anyone. ((Just to clarify - are they both named Eren Jaeger? And my own apologies at taking even longer to reply.))

(( I’d imagine so? Unless my Eren is Eren Yeager and yours is Eren Jaeger. Just slightly spelled differently? ??? ))

Eren spent the rest of his day doing something the opposite of productive — sitting around playing random games on his DS and on the computer. He didn’t really have anything else to do, afterall. His dash was dead because everyone was at some exciting event he himself wasn’t able to attend. He could always try to talk to Mikasa on Skype, but he didn’t really want to disturb her vacation just so she’d talk to him. Besides, she’d probably ask him question after question about how he was and if he was hurt or not. Mikasa always does nothing but worry about me, Eren thought.

After a long day of boredom, Eren looked out the window as the sun began to set. Sighing, he shut off the computer to sleep. It wasn’t like he wanted to go to sleep, especially this early, but tomorrow was when Mikasa returned from her vacation and he didn’t want her to see bags under his eyes. She always seemed to know when Eren stayed up all night, and always scolded him. "It’s unhealthy," she would say.

As soon as Eren got comfy in his bed, he heard his phone ring. Eren grumbled, tearing his cover off and going over to his desk to see who it was. At that time, Eren had nearly forgot about the delivery boy he saw that morning and wasn’t sure why he was being texted by a stranger. Eren checked his messages, and found the text. He read over it, still slightly confused over who it could’ve been.

[7:36 PM] [Unknown number]: Hey, whose number is this?

Eren sighed. Great, it’s probably someone who just texted a random number. That’s what he thought, at least.

Being used to texting, he typed out a response quickly and pressed send.

[7:37 PM] [Text]: How did you get my number?

Eren was surprised when his message tone went off only a minute later, but rolled his eyes at the response he got. Maybe someone had slipped the number into his pocket as a prank on one of their friends, and he really was in no mood to be roped into someone else’s pranks.

[7:39][Text]: I found it in my pocket. Probably some friend of yours being an ass if you didn’t put it there yourself.

He switched from his messaging app to a game to occupy his time without having to get out of bed and get his laptop. A little part of him was disappointed at the thought that the number had been part of a prank. Even if it wasn’t the guy from earlier, he’d been flattered to think someone was interested enough in him to slip their number into his pocket, and thinking that it was just a joke made him feel like he was stupid to think otherwise.

After sending his message, Eren made his way back to his bed and got comfortable, supporting himself and holding the phone with one arm and using the other to type. When he heard the text sound again, he opened his messages and read it. When he read the word ‘pocket’, he instantly remembered slipping a piece of paper with his number and email in the pocket of the strange delivery boy’s uniform. This must’ve been him, Eren thought.

[7:42 PM][Text]: Wait a minute, I remember now. You’re that delivery boy who looks like me, aren’t you? I got curious and wanted to talk to you again, so I slipped that piece of paper in your pocket while I paid you. Sorry I didn’t remember.. I just kind of forgot.

After pressing send, Eren facepalmed. He should’ve remembered, since he was the one who gave the delivery boy his number in the first place. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of him, or else he probably wouldn’t learn anything about the stranger. To try and make it better, he decided to send another message.

[7:43 PM][Text]: I didn’t mean to forget! I got distracted, that’s all!

Eren read the first text over and over again, feeling nerves pooling in the pit of his stomach. He had been curious about the boy too, but he didn’t know what to say now that he was speaking to him.

After a while of trying to decide whether to be serious or try to cover up for his awkwardness with humour, he sent out another text.

[7:52][Text]: You noticed that too, huh?

((Sorry for taking such a long time. I typed a response before, but Tumblr kept spamming “You have an unsaved post” errors and it erased my response.))

Eren was honestly surprised the delivery boy had noticed. He was just a customer, after all. Before, he thought he might’ve intimidated him by staring, but now he realized that both of them noticed. That made Eren wonder if the stranger was as curious as he was, if at all. Still, Eren didn’t want to seem too annoying. He had lots of questions drifting around, but he decided it’d be the best if he just started with names.

[7:54][Text]: Yeah, it’s really weird.

[7:55][Text]: By the way, do you have a name?

Eren had realized his mistake a second too late after hitting “send”. Now he had made a fool of himself in front of the boy. This was the second time he had embarrassed himself in front of him, and it just made it worse. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was. He quickly corrected himself, but still felt like an idiot.

[7:55][Text]: Shit

[7:56][Text]: I meant to say

[7:56][Text]: What’s your name? Sorry

Eren snickered to himself a little at the string of texts he received. At least he wasn't the only one feeling awkward about the whole situation.Getting to know this doppelganger couldn't hurt, right? Maybe they could become friends and fool people into thinking they were twins or something.

[8:01][Text]: Ha. Yeah, I have a name. It's Eren.

levisroguewings

☼ - pizzaeren

21. … to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck

Levi’s body stiffened as he felt the heat of Erens lips grazing against his neck, leaving love marks all along the tender points down to his collar. “Oi… What…?” He asked half distracted from the others actions.

Eren leaned forward and began placing kisses on Levi’s neck again as he pressed his thigh harder against Levi, moving it with a steady rhythm.

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Levi took in a sharp breath to the others movements, his hand gripping harder to the others shirt as his head dipped, his obsidian bangs overcasting his eyes. “A-Ahh..” He let a soft erotic moan leave his parted lips.

"Mmm, you sound good too." He slipped one of his hands down along Levi’s abs and past the waistline of his jeans. He cupped the bulge in Levi’s pants through his boxers and rubbed at it through the fabric.

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Levi held back another soft moan as Eren moved his hands lower and beginning to toy and tease his stiff member through his tight jeans. His whole body shuddered as he bit his lip to keep his breaths settled and sounds within his lips, his eyes continued to look down at the bottom seam of Erens shirt.

Eren moved his head down, trailing kisses down Levi’s chest and torso as he pulled his hand out again and used it to unzip Levi’s jeans. He slowly dropped to his knees as he kissed Levi’s stomach, and gently tugged his pants off his hips.

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His body shivered as Eren slowly trailed down his pale abdomen and began zipping down his pants, watching Eren doing this was more then arousing. “Eren..” He breathed absentmindedly in an alluring tone as he felt his jeans pulled off his hips.

Eren moved his mouth away from Levi with a moan. "I wish that was how my name always sounded." He mouthed against Levi's erection through the fabric of his boxers, getting the material damp with his tongue and letting his hot breath fall on it.

Filling out his order for pizza on the computer, Eren was about to finish his order when a 'special instructions' box caught his eye. Giggling to himself and remembering a certain post from the website he spent a lot of his day on, he decided to type in the box "Tell me I'm pretty." as a joke to see if the delivery boy would actually do it. After he was done, he finally submitted his order and began his wait. (( I figured it'd be interesting if two Erens were to interact.. :o ))

Eren was called into the kitchens to pick up his next delivery. His manager told him there were special instructions attached, so Eren read them as he walked to his car. He halted in his steps as he read them and sighed. “Great, just great…” he muttered to himself, and stuck the pizza in the passenger side of the car before driving to the address on the box. He got out of the car when he reached his destination and grabbed the pizza box from the other side. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door, and put on the fake smile he had perfected by now as he rang the bell. If he was going to have to say shit like this, he was going to be fucking charming and get himself a good tip, although he couldn’t quite imagine someone who’d write something like that having the money to tip properly at all. He stood on the doorstep and waited for the door to open.

During the long wait, Eren messed around. He alternated between posting on his blog and checking the status of his pizza, and also playing some random games he found on the internet here and there. He was definitely hungry, which made the long wait tedious. He wasn’t sure how long he could deal with his stomach which had been growling fiercely like an aggressive hound. Speaking of hounds, his pet dog became uneasy and started barking as the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. Eren rushed downstairs and opened the door to receive the pizza he had been waiting for. Seeing the delivery boy, he raised an eyebrow. Eren did find him to be cute, however, his face seemed really familiar. Thinking back to the last time he looked in a mirror, Eren stayed silent. He forgot about the pizza for a brief moment as he examined the boy. As Eren stood there, an air of unease arose. He didn’t want to keep the stranger from doing his job, but the similarities between them were shocking. Same facial structure, hair color, skin, eyes, everything. He began to question if he was really born an ‘only child’ before his parents adopted Mikasa. It was unlikely, but he couldn’t stop himself from wondering.

His smile faltered as the door opened to reveal a boy that looked very much like himself. His eyes widened and he blinked a few times before he realised he was staring. He moved his gaze away from the other boy and down to his pizza, which reminded him why he was there. He cleared his throat softly and looked back up. He tried to force a smile as he held the pizza box out, but it came across more like a confused grimace. “Here’s your pizza.” He paused and frowned. “You’re, um… you’re really…” his frown deepened as his sentence unintentionally became a question “… pretty?” He continued to stare at the boy, pizza extended, look of pure confusion plastered on his face. This situation was beyond weird, but at least he’d gotten his job out of the way.

Eren tried his best to shake off his unbelievable curiosity as he took the pizza boxes, keeping his gaze fixed on the mysterious delivery boy’s face. He kept the same bewildered expression as when he first opened the door, but he still thanked him anyway. He brought the pizza in and set it down on the table, grabbing his cash and walking back to the door to hand it to the delivery boy. Before he came back out, he took a small piece of paper and hastily scribbled something down on it. He gave the cash to the boy and slipped the folded paper into one of the pockets on his uniform. He laughed a sort of awkward chuckle, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little bit. ”..Thanks. You’re..pretty, too?”

That was all he had the ability to say, but it was still incredibly embarrassing and did nothing to help. On the piece of paper, he scribbled down his e-mail and a phone number, so at least that way if the delivery boy cared enough to look at the paper they could have another conversation that wasn’t as awkward. Eren had to admit, he wanted to know more about the stranger and talk to him. Since he had to do his job, he couldn’t really delay it or else there was a possibility that he could get him fired.

When the delivery boy left, Eren closed the door and went back in his house. He took the pizza to his room and continued blogging as he ate. He kept thinking about that stranger, occasionally checking his Email from time to time to see if he had any new messages.

(( Sorry for taking a while to respond. ))

Eren smiled awkwardly at the other boy and nodded as he took the money and wished him a good day. He let out a shaky sigh as he got back into the car, unsure of what had just transpired. He couldn’t get the other boy off his mind for the rest of the day, like his mind was trying to work out how there could have been another person who looked so like him and what the odds were that their paths would cross like that.

It wasn’t until he was changing out of his work clothes at home that evening that the little piece of paper fell out of his pocket. He frowned at it as he picked it up and unfolded it, and felt his cheeks heat a little as he saw that it had a phone number and e-mail address written on it. Someone had obviously slipped it into his pocket without him noticing, and he had a sneaking suspicion of who that person was. He lay down on his bed and debated whether to call or text or e-mail, or if it would be better to just leave things be.

After a while he finally decided to do something. He picked up his phone and tapped out a text to the number. “Hey, whose number is this?” He stared at it for a while before finally hitting send. He had a right to ask after all. It might not be the guy who looked like him, it could be anyone. ((Just to clarify - are they both named Eren Jaeger? And my own apologies at taking even longer to reply.))

(( I’d imagine so? Unless my Eren is Eren Yeager and yours is Eren Jaeger. Just slightly spelled differently? ??? ))

Eren spent the rest of his day doing something the opposite of productive — sitting around playing random games on his DS and on the computer. He didn’t really have anything else to do, afterall. His dash was dead because everyone was at some exciting event he himself wasn’t able to attend. He could always try to talk to Mikasa on Skype, but he didn’t really want to disturb her vacation just so she’d talk to him. Besides, she’d probably ask him question after question about how he was and if he was hurt or not. Mikasa always does nothing but worry about me, Eren thought.

After a long day of boredom, Eren looked out the window as the sun began to set. Sighing, he shut off the computer to sleep. It wasn’t like he wanted to go to sleep, especially this early, but tomorrow was when Mikasa returned from her vacation and he didn’t want her to see bags under his eyes. She always seemed to know when Eren stayed up all night, and always scolded him. "It’s unhealthy," she would say.

As soon as Eren got comfy in his bed, he heard his phone ring. Eren grumbled, tearing his cover off and going over to his desk to see who it was. At that time, Eren had nearly forgot about the delivery boy he saw that morning and wasn’t sure why he was being texted by a stranger. Eren checked his messages, and found the text. He read over it, still slightly confused over who it could’ve been.

[7:36 PM] [Unknown number]: Hey, whose number is this?

Eren sighed. Great, it’s probably someone who just texted a random number. That’s what he thought, at least.

Being used to texting, he typed out a response quickly and pressed send.

[7:37 PM] [Text]: How did you get my number?

Eren was surprised when his message tone went off only a minute later, but rolled his eyes at the response he got. Maybe someone had slipped the number into his pocket as a prank on one of their friends, and he really was in no mood to be roped into someone else’s pranks.

[7:39][Text]: I found it in my pocket. Probably some friend of yours being an ass if you didn’t put it there yourself.

He switched from his messaging app to a game to occupy his time without having to get out of bed and get his laptop. A little part of him was disappointed at the thought that the number had been part of a prank. Even if it wasn’t the guy from earlier, he’d been flattered to think someone was interested enough in him to slip their number into his pocket, and thinking that it was just a joke made him feel like he was stupid to think otherwise.

After sending his message, Eren made his way back to his bed and got comfortable, supporting himself and holding the phone with one arm and using the other to type. When he heard the text sound again, he opened his messages and read it. When he read the word ‘pocket’, he instantly remembered slipping a piece of paper with his number and email in the pocket of the strange delivery boy’s uniform. This must’ve been him, Eren thought.

[7:42 PM][Text]: Wait a minute, I remember now. You’re that delivery boy who looks like me, aren’t you? I got curious and wanted to talk to you again, so I slipped that piece of paper in your pocket while I paid you. Sorry I didn’t remember.. I just kind of forgot.

After pressing send, Eren facepalmed. He should’ve remembered, since he was the one who gave the delivery boy his number in the first place. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of him, or else he probably wouldn’t learn anything about the stranger. To try and make it better, he decided to send another message.

[7:43 PM][Text]: I didn’t mean to forget! I got distracted, that’s all!

Eren read the first text over and over again, feeling nerves pooling in the pit of his stomach. He had been curious about the boy too, but he didn't know what to say now that he was speaking to him.

After a while of trying to decide whether to be serious or try to cover up for his awkwardness with humour, he sent out another text.

[7:52][Text]: You noticed that too, huh?

levisroguewings

☼ - pizzaeren

21. … to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck

Levi’s body stiffened as he felt the heat of Erens lips grazing against his neck, leaving love marks all along the tender points down to his collar. “Oi… What…?” He asked half distracted from the others actions.

Eren shifted his leg, rolling his thigh against Levi’s crotch. He tilted his head with a cocky smirk. “Don’t have an answer?”

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"Nngh.." Levi muffled a moan as Eren rocked his thigh against his crotch, his eyes closing to the pleasure that came with the others movement and a hand gripped tightly onto the fabric of Erens shirt.

Eren leaned forward and began placing kisses on Levi’s neck again as he pressed his thigh harder against Levi, moving it with a steady rhythm.

levisroguewings

Levi took in a sharp breath to the others movements, his hand gripping harder to the others shirt as his head dipped, his obsidian bangs overcasting his eyes. “A-Ahh..” He let a soft erotic moan leave his parted lips.

"Mmm, you sound good too." He slipped one of his hands down along Levi’s abs and past the waistline of his jeans. He cupped the bulge in Levi’s pants through his boxers and rubbed at it through the fabric.

levisroguewings

Levi held back another soft moan as Eren moved his hands lower and beginning to toy and tease his stiff member through his tight jeans. His whole body shuddered as he bit his lip to keep his breaths settled and sounds within his lips, his eyes continued to look down at the bottom seam of Erens shirt.

Eren moved his head down, trailing kisses down Levi's chest and torso as he pulled his hand out again and used it to unzip Levi's jeans. He slowly dropped to his knees as he kissed Levi's stomach, and gently tugged his pants off his hips.

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