A/N: This idea popped into my head while driving to work today, so I don't know.
Kasamatsu glances around the gym, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, opens them, and glances around again. He already knows the answer to the question he’s about to ask, but he takes a chance and asks it anyway.
“Girls,” Moriyama says. “So many gorgeous gir—”
“Where?” Kasamatsu says again, voice telling everyone that he’s definitely not in the mood to play games.
“Hallway.”
There are plenty of hallways in the building, and specifics would have been nice, but Kasamatsu is too irritated to point this out. Instead, he leaves the gym, tossing the ball in his hand behind his back without much to regard to where it lands or who it hits.
He storms out of the gym, eyes set straight ahead, focused specifically on finding his target. As he turns the corner of one hall and begins down another, he tries to figure out if he should hit Kise, kick him, or perhaps use a combination of the two. Hell, maybe he’ll try something new and just strangle the life out of him.
Yeah, he likes that option the most.
After traveling down yet another hall, Kasamatsu finally finds Kise.
He’s leaning against a row of lockers, smiling that charming smile of his that makes Kasamatsu want to put a plastic grocery bag over his head. Surrounded by a bunch of beautiful girls, Kise looks like he doesn’t have a single care in the world. Obviously, this is a problem because the idiot is supposed to at basketball practice right now.
Kasamatsu wants to call out to him, but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, not with all those girls standing around. Luckily, Kise glances over at him, smiles, and politely dismisses the girls. He waves at them as they walk away, one by one, leaving nothing but the two of them.
Even Kasamatsu has to admit that he’s amazed how they all just... do whatever Kise says.
But being amazed by Kaijo’s ace isn’t what he has planned today. The only thing scheduled for the next few minutes is beating the crap out of Kise.
Kise grins at him.
“Hi, senpai.”
“What did I tell you about being late for practice because you’re too busy fraternizing with girls?” Kasamatsu curls his fingers into a fist as he walks over to Kise, ready to administer the only type of punishment that seems to work on his teammate. As typical of him, without warning, he swings his fist, not exactly caring where it lands as long as it hits something on Kise’s body.
Only it doesn’t.
Kise grabs his wrist in mid air, the action startling Kasamatsu briefly. He tries to recover by throwing another punch with his free hand, but Kise catches that one, too. His grip tightens on Kasamatsu’s wrists, fingers unbelievably warm and soft, a complete contrast from his own, which are dry and covered in calluses.
Kasamatsu opens his mouth to speak, but the only sound that leaves his lips is a grunt when he’s shoved back against a row of lockers. He’s in a state of shock, that’s the only reason to explain why he’s just standing there wide eyed while Kise raises his arms into the air, and then pins them against the cold, metal surface of a locker.
“Could it be that you want me to save all of my fraternizing for you, Yukio?”
Kasamatsu is trying to speak. He knows he is because he can feel his lips moving. It’s just that nothing comes out, only tiny puffs of breath that grow smaller and smaller as Kise leans down toward him. Kise’s lips are close now, too close, so close that if Kasamatsu stuck out his tongue, he could taste the flavor of chap stick Kise uses.
He’s tempted to find out.
Kasamatsu’s ignores the heavy pounding of his heart. He knows he can do it. He just needs to take a chance. Kise wants it, obviously, and so does he. All he has to do is tilt his head a bit more, lean up a bit, push himself to stand on his toes, and...
Kise smiles, chuckles, and pulls away before Kasamatsu actually gets the opportunity to be daring. He releases his Kasamatsu’s hands and stands upright, eyes going from their previously smoldering state to the playful one that Kasamatsu is used to.
Kasamatsu feels cheated.
“So what did you think?” Kise asks him.
“About what?” Kasamatsu’s words are soft, confused.
What just happened? Why didn’t they kiss?
“Well, I’m already a model, but I’ve been thinking about getting into acting, and—” Kise gasps, doubles over, and clutches at his stomach. “Senpai, t-that one really hurt.”
Kasamatsu briefly wonders if he really did punch Kise a bit too hard, but then decides that it probably wasn’t hard enough. “Get to practice,” he says, and turns around, leaving Kise whimpering and begging for assistance.
He’s annoyed with Kise for getting him worked up like that, but he’s even more annoyed with himself for thinking that he ever actually stood a chance. Kasamastu sighs and stares at the floor, his hands gliding along the lockers as he walks, wishing they held the same warmth as Kise’s fingers.
Kise winces and rubs his stomach as he stands upright. His senpai definitely didn’t hold back with that punch, but he still can’t help but smile. Honestly, he didn’t think the whole wanting-to-be-an-actor line would work, but maybe he’s is better at acting than he thought. Maybe he’ll put that on his list of things to pursue next, right after the current and most important thing, which were the words ‘true love’ right next to an amateurishly drawn image of Kasamatsu’s face.
Summary: Kagami is hand selected to become a royal guard. He wants to take his duty seriously, but his new master is quite possibly the biggest asshole in the entire kingdom.
Pairing(s): AoKuro (in this chapter) with lots of hints at AoKaga to come. Other pairings that will appear later on will be KagaKuro, MidoTaka, KiKasa, and of course, AoKaga (eventual main pairing). There will also be some AoKagaKuro in there as well. And maybe some other pairings. Who knows? You choose.
Characters (in this chapter): Aomine, Momoi, Kagami, Kuroko
Warning: Voyeurism (sort of forced voyeurism, I guess), NSFW
A/N: This is an AU. I didn’t want it to be an ancient history type thing because I’m too lazy to research that, so just thing of it as modern, but leaning toward the aesthetics of ancient whatever. I don't know. I just like Aomine's complexion a lot.
The room is brightly lit, but that doesn’t disrupt the sleeping young man from his slumber. He continues to lie on the bed, tanned skin covered but not hidden by the sheer tinted blue fabric wrapped around his legs. Sunlight catches on the various pieces of gold jewelry he’s wearing— three bangle bracelets on each wrist, a perfectly round stud in each ear, and a single thin roped chain resting against his neck.
And now he’s awake.
“Oi, Satsuki. What are you doing? Get off.”
“What am I doing?” Momoi asks. “What are you doing? You’re in here sleeping. Did you forget what today is? You’re supposed to be choosing your new guard. Everyone’s waiting for you down at the grand hall. It’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t want one.”
Momoi growls in frustration and tugs at the young man’s collar even harder. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want one, Dai-chan. It’s the rules, and if you don’t pick one then you’ll get in trouble.”
“Don’t care.”
“Dai-chan—”
“If you care so much, why don’t you pick one, Satsuki?”
“I don’t understand why you have to be so stubborn. Why can’t you just…” It takes a second for her to realize what the young man says, but when she does, Momoi’s eyes widen in surprise. “Me? Really?”
The young man shrugs at her, reaches up his hands to pry her fingers away from his shirt, and lies down once more. “Sure, you know me better than anyone else around here, I guess. You pick. I don’t care.”
“Anyone at all?” Momoi asks.
“Go for it.”
“O-Okay.” Momoi climbs off of the young man, her long, double slit skirt fluttering from the movement. She’s shocked to say the least. It isn’t every day that he trusts her with something this important. “I’ll act as your representative,” she announces, standing tall with her head held high.
“You always do.”
Momoi doesn’t bother replying to that. She’s already walking toward the door, thoughts focused on what type of personal guard she wants for the young man. It will have to be someone strong, obviously. Someone who knows how to follow orders, but isn’t always obedient. The young man needs to be kept on his toes, after all. Most importantly, it will have to be someone who isn’t boring.
Actually, she has just the right person in mind.
***
Kagami stares at the back of the women’s head as he’s led down the corridor. He’s not sure whether he should be excited or terrified, but he supposes that he’s probably a little bit of both.
He’s been training for this moment, to be called in as a royal guard. It didn’t come as a surprise to him when he was chosen. Considering his size, his strength, and the show he displayed when sparring against the other guards, he was bound to be selected. The problem is that he has no idea who he’s been chosen to guard.
“This way,” she says, and when she turns the corner and heads toward a door, Kagami’s pulse starts to quicken.
He’s worked so hard, has come so far. He wants to prove himself worthy to his new master, and he certainly wants to make a good impression.
Kagami tries to think about what to say upon greeting his master. It should be something respectable, of course. It should be something that shows his master that he will take every part of his duty seriously, that he will guard his master with every part of his life, until Kagami’s very last breath escapes his lips. He should look his master in the eye, pledge his undying loyalty with his head bowed and his hand placed firmly over his heart. That is what he wants to do.
But it doesn’t happen like that, not exactly.
“I’m coming in Dai-chan,” the woman says. “You better be decent.”
Kagami watches as she turns the sturdy, brass handle and pushes the door open. He follows after her, keeping a respectable distance away from her like all guards are trained to do, but when Kagami steps inside the room and sees his new master for the first time, he can’t help but slam into her back, sending her stumbling forward, but luckily, not falling.
“Hey!”
“You!” Kagami points an accusing finger at his new master, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “No! I refuse!”
“Ugh, Satsuki,” the young man groans. He runs his fingers through his hair and yawns, blue eyes taking in the sight of his new guard, and a very familiar looking face. “What is this? I thought the point of a guard was someone who could protect me. All you brought me was someone whose only ability is being loud.”
“Fuck you,” Kagami growls, hands balled tightly into fists. “If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have agreed to this.”
“You two know each other?” Momoi asks. There’s a frown on her delicate face, and she scratches her head, hair as soft and pink as cotton candy slipping through her fingers.
“You could say that,” the young man says. “I sparred with him a couple of times. Worst I’ve ever been up against.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it, Aomine,” Kagami shouts. “I was still learning. You wouldn’t be able to beat me now even if you—”
“Enough,” Momoi says, bringing her hand up to place it gently upon Kagami’s chest. “It was my decision and as Dai-chan’s representative, I know what’s best for him. The two of you will end up getting along. It’s just going to take some time.”
“I don’t want him,” Aomine says. “He’s loud… and weak.”
“I don’t care,” Momoi replies, and she’s already heading toward the door. “He’s already sworn to you, and he knows what will happen if he abandons his pledge. And you, know what will happen if another guard ends up trying to escape from you. Work together.”
And those are Momoi’s parting words before she leaves Kagami and Aomine alone.
“Oi, Satsuki. Wait. Come back.” But Aomine knows she won’t be returning anytime soon. “Eh, guess I’m stuck with you then, hm? Hope you’re not as useless as you used to be.”
“Screw you.”
“Though…” Aomine climbs off the bed, leaving it a mess of silk tangled sheets. “I suppose I could get some use out of you.” He steps over to Kagami, staring him directly in his eyes as he invades his personal space.
“Back away from me,” Kagami says.
“Or what?” Aomine asks. “What will you do, Kagami? Whatever it is, is it worth your life? You do know what will happen if you challenge me, right? Besides you losing. You made the pledge, swore yourself to me, after all…”
“Tsk.”
Aomine chuckles and takes another step forward until his chest is pressed firmly against Kagami’s. “I own you now.”
“Like hell you do.”
“Ah, excuse me. Aomine-kun?”
Aomine shoves Kagami away and turns around, eyebrows lowered in agitation. “What did I tell you about sneaking up on me, Tetsu?”
“I’m sorry.”
“How long have you been standing there?” Aomine asks, eyes locked on the much shorter man standing a few feet away from him.
“Ever since Momoi—”
“Damn.” Aomine waves his hand, a gesture that tells the other man it is best if he stops talking. If Tetsu had been someone who had come to kill him, both he and Kagami wouldn’t have been aware of it. “This is why I told Satsuki I didn’t want someone useless as my guard.”
“Take that back.”
“Anyway,” Aomine says, ignoring Kagami. “What do you want, Tetsu?”
“It’s time for Aomine-kun’s bath.”
“Huh? You hear that, useless Kagami? It’s time for my royal bath.” Aomine smirks and nods his head toward the door on the other side of his bedroom. “Lead the way, Tetsu.”
“As you wish.”
Kagami watches Aomine and the short man walk away. He stares quietly at the short man, pale blue hair framing his face. He seems gentle and much too kind to be associated with Aomine.
The soft sound of metal clinking against metal meets his ears and Kagami finally notices the many bracelets and anklets adorning the short man’s wrists and ankles. Their eyes meet briefly, a passing glance, before the short man opens the door on the other side of the room and steps inside.
“I see you,” Aomine says, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised in amusement. “Kuroko, Tetsuya. He’s all mine. Just like you. Now come on.”
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“You’re my guard,” Aomine replies. “It’s your duty to protect me wherever I am. I’m going to the bath, and so are you.”
“I’m not going to sit in a bathroom and watch you get your ass washed.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Aomine says, his tone bored and uninterested. “Now move.”
Aomine shoves Kagami’s chest, forcing him to take a step back. He can see the barely contained rage in Kagami’s expression, face almost as red as his hair, but it doesn’t matter to him. Kagami is his and Aomine knows that he will do whatever Aomine orders of him.
And Kagami knows it as well.
***
The bathroom is astonishingly huge. Kagami stares in awe at the deep in-ground bathtub taking up a large percentage of the room. There’s water pouring into the tub from two separate faucets, the rush of water looking both relaxing and inviting.
The smell of lavender fills the air, mixing with the heat and steam. Kagami looks around the bathroom and spots a stool in the corner, its red velvet cushioned seat contrasting against the amber colored walls. He walks over to the stool and sits down, huffing in annoyance as he waits impatiently for everything to be over.
“Where are your eyes, Kagami?” Aomine asks.
“I’m not looking at you, bastard,” Kagami says, with a grunt and shake of his head. Aomine clearly is out of his mind to even think that Kagami would ever want to look at him nude. He’s already in enough pain just listening to his stupid, monotone voice.
“You should be. It’s your job,” Aomine replies. He stands up straight, allowing Kuroko to undress him, nimble fingers easily sliding the gentle fabric off of Aomine’s body. When he’s completely nude, Aomine steps into the bath, warm water splashing at his feet, ankles, and calves as he lowers himself deeper into the tub.
When he can step down no further, Aomine sits. He rests his arms against the top of the tub, which is perfectly leveled with the floor, and closes his eyes. “Tetsu,” he murmurs. “Come.”
Kagami pretends not to look when Kuroko undresses, face turned toward the wall, but not far enough that he doesn’t catch an eyeful of pale skin and toned thighs. Kuroko steps into the bath after Aomine, and when he leans over to grab soap and a foaming sponge, Kagami gawks and immediately turns his head away.
Kagami refuses to watch as Kuroko bathes Aomine, but he can imagine his hand dragging along his skin. He hates being in there, hates having to somewhat bear witness to such an intimate ordeal.
“Mm, Tetsu…”
“You’ll have to stand up, Aomine-kun,” Kuroko says.
“What if I don’t want to stand up, Tetsu?” Aomine asks. He pulls Kuroko onto his lap, the water swaying back and forth from the sudden movement. “What if I just want to sit down with you on top of me?”
“You’re trying to make him uncomfortable.”
“And what about you?”
“Aomine-kun…” The rest of Kuroko’s statement is cut off by a soft gasp, Aomine’s fingers slowly drawing lazy circles along Kuroko’s lower back.
“What do you say, Tetsu?” Aomine reaches over, grabs a small bottle of oil off the tray where Kuroko keeps all of Aomine’s bathing items.
“I don’t think there is much that needs to be said,” Kuroko replies. He slides back, allowing Aomine to stand up and takes the bottle of oil from him.
Kuroko easily slides the cork out of the bottle, pours oil into his wet hands, and massages it into Aomine’s cock. He earns a growl from Aomine, a low purr of sorts, Aomine’s hands clenching at his own wet thighs before rising up to gently squeeze at Kuroko’s shoulders.
“Give me that,” Aomine says, pulling the bottle away from Kuroko and placing it back onto the tray. He lowers himself back into the bath, bearing down on his arms, pressing the soles of his feet against the tub floor. He keeps his knees bent, allows Kuroko to straddle him, cock hard, slick, and pressing against Kuroko’s ass until Kuroko uses his hands to spread himself, bends his knees further, and guides Aomine’s dick inside of him. Kuroko cries out softly when Aomine shoves forward, arm dropping so that the two of them fall deeper into the tub, water splashing, sloshing against the tub walls and along the bathroom floor.
Kagami pretends he’s unaware any of it is taking place.
But he knows he’s lying to himself, knows exactly what Kuroko and that bastard Aomine are doing. He doesn’t want to witness it, doesn’t want to hear those heavy grunts and soft cries of pleasure. And he certainly doesn’t want to watch.
But he can’t help it.
His eyes drift to them, and Kagami watches as Kuroko raises his hips, arms draped over Aomine’s back, damp hair clinging to his face, a few soaked locks touching just at the corner of his lips. Aomine’s hands are all over Kuroko, gliding down his back, gripping at his hips, forcing him to rock harder, faster.
Kuroko’s speaking, but his words are so soft, so breathless and filled with lust that Kagami can’t make them out. There’s smacking now, warm and wet, and Kagami knows the two of them are kissing, and it just reminds him that he shouldn’t be in there. He shouldn’t have to listen to this, or see this, or deal with this.
And he shouldn’t be aroused.
So Kagami stares at the wall instead, balls his hands into fists so tightly that his nails dig into his palm. He doesn’t think about Aomine, or Kuroko, or what they’re doing just mere feet away from him. He doesn’t think about how loud Kuroko’s cries are now, or how heavy Aomine is breathing.
He doesn’t think about how hard his cock is.
And when they change positions, when Kuroko is bent over the edge of the tub— wet, round ass exposed and Aomine shoves his hard cock back inside of him, Kagami pretends he’s in the grand arena, that he’s proving to the kingdom how powerful he is, how skillful he is, how amazing he is.
And then Kuroko cries out so loudly that his voice echoes throughout the bathroom walls.
Kagami knows it’s a mistake to look, knows he’ll regret it the moment he does, but he’s compelled to, an unknowing force demanding him to watch, to take in the scene of master and servant for everything it’s worth.
What he sees is Kuroko’s hair gripped tightly in Aomine’s hand, dark hips powerfully slamming against Kuroko, sending hmi rocking forward and jerking back. It’s rough, and wet, with glints of gold from their jewelry, and Aomine growls out a broken version of Kuroko’s name. Andwhen he does, Kuroko whimpers, and stiffens, gasps, and cums.
And a few moments later, Aomine does too, lips brushing along Kuroko’s neck, teeth nipping gently at his ear. He shudders, pulling out, leaving his cock in a position where his cum spills into Kuroko, and then drips into the water below them.
Feet pounding against the floor, Kagami is out of there in a rush of awkward arousal. He slams the door behind him, ignoring the sound of Aomine’s voice ordering him to come back. He’s seconds away from the bedroom door, from his escape from Aomine, the bastard he’s been assigned to protect. But he knows that if he touches that knob, if he leaves Aomine unguarded after unknowingly pledging his life to him, he will never prove himself worthy of any type of honor in the kingdom.
He may even be killed.
So instead, Kagami sits on the claw foot bench in the far corner of Aomine’s room. He snatches up one of the pillows, shoves it in his lap over the obvious bulge in his pants, and sets his eyes on the Aomine’s bedroom door because one day he will leave, but it won’t be because he gave up on the first damn day.
Kagami doesn’t even glance back when he hears the bathroom door open, nor does he look to see whose quiet footsteps are approaching him.
“I apologize for not introducing myself properly, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko says. He offers a hand to Kagami who looks down at it with disgusts and turns away.
“It’s clean.”
Kagami ignores him.
“Forget about him, Tetsu,” Aomine says. “He’s not there for you to interact with. He’s furniture. Inanimate. His sole purpose is to be used.” Aomine steps next to Kuroko, leans down, grips Kagami’s chin in his hand, and smirks. “Isn’t that right, Bakagami?”
It isn’t much of a shock to Aomine when Kagami tries to punch him. Actually, Aomine silently gives him credit because Kagami is fast. But Aomine is faster, and he easily catches Kagami’s wrist, twists it, and slams him back against the wall.
“Aomine-kun...” Kuroko begins, but Aomine interrupts him before he can finish speaking.
“Don’t worry, Tetsu. It’s fine. Go ahead. I’ll see you later.”
Kuroko hesitates for a moment before nodding his head. “Yes,” he says, and with one unsure glance backward, he leaves, the soft sound of his jewelry tinkering down the hall along with him.
A/N: I don't know. I think some of Midorima bled into Rei, but whatever.
Rei stares down at the ribbons and nods. They’re both tied perfectly, each loop proportioned to its twin. He hadn’t been too certain about this specific color, but it suits Nagisa’s skin well.
Two arms, two wrists, two evenly cut ribbons, two perfectly tied bows, two trunks of complimenting colors, and one exceptionally bound Nagisa.
Beautiful.
“Mmmffppbt.”
Pulling his gaze away from his handy work, Rei takes in the sight of Nagisa, eyes wide, cheeks red, mouth stuffed full of the ball gag that Rei ordered online to aid him with his teaching. It’s red, the ball gag, and Rei was apprehensive about using it as the color is bold and draws in too much attention. But in most cases, red means stop, and since that is part of the theme of tonight’s lesson, he decides to allow it.
“Mmmfftt.”
“Honestly,” Rei begins as he wipes away the drool that has seeped from Nagisa’s mouth, “what’s the point of using one of these things if you’re just going to keep trying to speak around it?”
Rei narrows his eyes at Nagisa and gently wipes his saliva slicken finger against the tip of Nagisa’s cock, marveling at the way it twitches, angry and red from several minutes of neglect. Nagisa leans forward, of course, tries to be greedy, to force Rei’s finger to linger on him a bit longer, but Rei shakes his head and pulls his hand away.
“Ppppbfft.”
“Would you stop doing that?” Rei says, hands reaching up to loosen the gag and lower it under Nagisa’s chin. “What is it?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Hungry,” Rei repeats, fingers tugging on the gag hard enough to make Nagisa pull slightly forward. “How can you think about food at a time like this?”
“Can we eat afterward? Though I’m not sure what I want. Hmm. Oh, oh, Rei-chan! What if have—” Nagisa’s statement is successfully cut off when the ball gag is once again shoved in his mouth.
“We’ll talk about food later,” Rei says. He stares at Nagisa, mentally trying to decide what he wants to test first, but finally comes to the conclusion that he has no desire to test theories or hypotheses. Seeing Nagisa bound and gagged does things to Rei, puts thoughts of dirty, unspeakable scenarios into his head, and he can’t possibly refrain from acting out at least a few of them.
Rei starts off slowly at first. He still wants to teach Nagisa. He’ll be a hypocrite otherwise. Nagisa watches him, or tries to at least, his eyes fluttering open and closed each time Rei tugs firmly at his nipple, nestled gently between his index and middle fingers.
Nagisa groans and his eyes shut completely, back arching, chest leaning as forward as the ribbons will allow.
“Keep your eyes open, Nagisa.”
“Mmmfftpbt.”
“And don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Rei raises his other hand and captures Nagisa’s other nipple between his fingers. He tweaks both nipples simultaneously, violet eyes carefully studying Nagisa’s face to make sure they stay open.
They don’t.
“Remember, we’re supposed to be teaching you how to focus,” Rei says. “And since we’ve tried just about everything in the past, I believe that discipline will be the best method for us. Don’t you agree?”
Rei doesn’t wait for Nagisa to answer. Instead, he leans down, sucks an already reddened nub into his mouth and bites down. Rei hears the muffled scream that tries in vain to slip from Nagisa’s lips, feels the rigidness of tense muscles when Nagisa’s chest stiffens.
“Are your eyes open, Nagisa?” Rei asks, his breath warm against Nagisa’s wet, sensitive skin. When he doesn’t receive an immediate answer, Rei glances upward and is pleased to discover that not only are Nagisa’s eyes open, he’s also nodding his head rather than trying to speak.
“Very good.”
“I’m going to do the same thing to the other one. Do you think you can keep your eyes open the whole time?”
Again, Nagisa nods his head.
Rei holds back a smile because he knows it will change the atmosphere of the mood. He wants Nagisa to take this training very seriously. If he can follow orders like this, then surely he can apply his knew skill to all sorts of mentally taxing situations.
Rei moves his head almost mechanically, his mind drifting to thoughts of getting his college essays written without Nagisa distracting him with random stories or dropping various crumbs in his hair or all over his keyboard. He drags his tongue along Nagisa’s other nipple and is pleased when Nagisa moans, but continues to keep his eyes open. Rei can see both the determination and desperation in Nagisa’s eyes and he empathizes with him.
He wants to speed things up just as badly as Nagisa does.
But there are more tests to be done, more rules to be given, more skills to be taught and learned. What kind of instructor would he be if he allowed his own body’s urges to get the best of him? What difference did it make if Nagisa was so painfully aroused that it made Rei’s chest ache and his pants uncomfortably tight? Nagisa needed to be taught discipline and what better person for the job than Rei?
But still...
Rei sighs and pushes at Nagisa’s chest hard enough for him to fall backward onto the bed. He bounces once and then slides forward, knees bent, body angled to keep himself from falling to the floor altogether. There’s a look of confusion in Nagisa’s eyes, but Rei ignores it and slides one of the trunks toward the bed with his foot. He then does the same with the other trunk, the movement giving Nagisa just enough leeway to sit on the bed without feeling like he’s being weighted to the floor by the trunks.
“This doesn’t mean the lesson is over,” Rei says, as he raises Nagisa’s legs and drapes them over the trunks. He then gently grips Nagisa’s ankles and pulls forward until Nagisa is sitting on the section whether the two trunks join together. “I’m just altering my means of teaching you.”
With another soft push to his shoulders, Nagisa falls back against the bed. He tries to sit up, but Rei drags the trunks forward, forcing him in an awkward position where his upper body is lowered but his lower body is raised and exposed.
“Mmmffft... Pbbbftt... Mmm!”
“Yes, my sentiments exactly,” Rei murmurs before lowering himself to the floor.
Rei hears the soft grinding of ribbon sliding against the side handles of the trunk. He knows Nagisa is trying to break free, to moan and grip Rei’s hair each time Rei lowers his mouth. Rei isn’t as clumsy at sucking Nagisa’s cock as he used to be. He’s been practicing, partly on Nagisa, sometimes on various phallic shaped fruits and vegetables—that of which he will never make anyone else aware of. One day he’ll be able to take Nagisa’s entire cock into his mouth, to swallow it greedily, while watching Nagisa come undone. Until that time comes, he’ll make do with taking as much of Nagisa into his mouth as he can, with pulling back and dragging his tongue along the slit, and with angling his head and lapping at the underside.
But that isn’t nearly enough.
So Rei spreads Nagisa’s thighs, exposes him, and rakes his fingernails down his inner thighs. And when that still isn’t enough, he sucks one of his balls into his mouth followed by the other. And when that still isn’t enough, he forgoes that altogether and slides his tongue inside of Nagisa, no warning, no knowing glance, no nothing.
Rei is slightly worried that Nagisa will choke to death on his own spit from the wet noises he’s making, and if that doesn’t happen, he’s equally worried that Nagisa will cut off his circulation by how hard he’s tugging against the ribbons.
A part of him feels bad for making Nagisa suffer like this, but the other part of him, the part he keeps hidden from his friends, the part that only Nagisa is allowed to see, is thrilled to watch Nagisa struggle. That part of him gets nothing but satisfaction from watching Nagisa writhe in pleasure that’s both so much and so little that it becomes frustrated agony.
Rei thinks about letting it end here with his tongue buried in Nagisa’s ass and his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him, stroking him until his vision blurs and his back attempts to rise in the most unnatural of angles. But Rei’s a kind soul, a mostly gentle person, and a ridiculously selfless friend and lover.
Nagisa has had enough, and so has Rei.
Rei pushes himself from off the floor and stares down at Nagisa. “Don’t move,” he whispers before walking away. He comes back a few seconds later with a familiar bottle of lube that is nearing the need of a refill.
For a second, Rei just gazes at Nagisa. His chin is practically covered in saliva. There are even a few wet spots on his neck and chest. In another situation, Rei would find this beyond disgusting, but right now it’s much more. It’s not beautiful. That isn’t the right word for it. Sexy, perhaps? He’s not sure, and when his eyes drift from Nagisa’s mouth to his cock and then his ass, he decides for the moment that he doesn’t care.
The lube is cold.
It’s always cold because Nagisa never gets the warming kind like Rei asks for. He always gets the kind that smells like food, which is odd enough on its own. He doesn’t want his penis to smell like oranges, or pineapples, or Hello Kitty cupcakes— for crying out loud. But Rei supposes that’s what happens when one is too nervous to buy these things on his own.
Nagisa has the nerve to draw his knees together like he’s shy when Rei leans down. Rei snorts softly and opens his boyfriend’s legs with ease, and when he pushes forward, it’s with a speed so painfully slow that it feels like he’ll never be fully inside of Nagisa.
Nagisa is going to have all sorts of nasty bruises on his wrists, Rei is certain of that. He can see muscles tense and veins protrude beneath Nagisa’s skin from his struggle of trying to break free.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Rei whispers. “Stop that.” And he pushes forward, resting between Nagisa's legs with his cock completely buried inside of Nagisa’s tightness. It’s difficult to manage, especially with Nagisa rocking his hips against him, grinding himself down onto his cock, but Rei is able to free Nagisa of his bindings.
His reward for his efforts is nails digging into his back each time he slams his hips forward. Again, Rei decides to take pity on Nagisa and manages to remove the ball gag from Nagisa’s mouth.
“Is that better?” Rei asks, breath coming out in heavy puffs against Nagisa’s neck.
“Rei-chan!”
“Shh, Nagisa. The neighbors...” He speaks in a whisper and wonders whether or not doing this in the middle of the day was a bad idea. “Don’t be so loud. Ahh! And stop s-scratching so hard.”
Their current position is brutal on both their backs, so Rei slides his hands beneath Nagisa’s ass and stands up, taking Nagisa with him. Unfortunately, Nagisa’s too far gone to care about things like balance or safety and he bounces against Rei, riding him, his cock gliding against Rei’s stomach.
“Nagisa, wait,” Rei says. “Calm down. I can’t—” But it’s too late, of course, and Rei trips and the two of them tumble onto the bed.
Rei immediately checks to make sure Nagisa is okay, and what he finds is his boyfriend with both hands clamped over his mouth trying and failing to hold in his laughter.
“Shut up,” Rei says, trying his best not to blush, but knowing full well that he won’t succeed.
When Rei slides his cock into Nagisa for the second time, all laughter is replaced with whimpers and blissful shouts. Rei doesn’t even bother trying to pry Nagisa’s sharp fingernails out of his back. He just pounds into him, hips slamming powerfully against Nagisa’s own. His hand is wedged between them, stroking Nagisa’s cock, thumb swiping at precum even as it beads at the tip.
Nagisa’s loud and Rei knows the neighbors will hear, but he can’t bring himself to care. All he wants is to watch that expression on Nagisa’s face. The one that tells him that Nagisa has reached his limit. Nagisa’s words come out in a rush, he’s panting so much that Rei can’t understand anything he’s saying, but it doesn’t matter. Seconds later Nagisa squeezes Rei between his thighs, and his back arches high off the bed. Rei keeps moving when he feels the flood of Nagisa’s cum spill into his hand. He continues to move even when Nagisa's legs become deadweight and he has to sling them over his shoulders.
Rei doesn’t bother to wipe off his hand when he grips either of Nagisa’s wrists in each of his hands. He keeps Nagisa’s arms resting against the bed, but pulls at them, forcing Nagisa’s hips down while still thrusting inside of him. Nagisa isn’t capable of anything but lying there, lips parted, breathing labored, whimpering Rei’s name. He can’t shout, can’t beg, can’t demand...
And he can’t push.
And that knowledge combined with the feeling of the tight heat wrapped around his cock is enough to make Rei gasp and shudder before cumming, filling Nagisa who purposefully clenches around Rei’s cock, milking him, while Rei screams silently and buries his face against Nagisa’s neck.
“A-Are you okay?” Rei asks after a few moments of catching his breath. “Was that too much for you?”
“Rei-chan,” Nagisa says softly before shaking his head and wrapping his arms around Rei’s back, earning a hiss of pain from Rei.
“Sorry.” Nagisa blushes.
“It’s fine.”
They’ll just have to come up with another excuse for why Rei’s back is covered in scratches in addition to why Nagisa’s wrists are in covered bruises. It’s not like it makes any difference.
No one ever believes them.
“I’m still hungry, Rei-chan,” Nagisa says.
“You’re always hungry.”
“But what should we eat? Hm. Or maybe we should go to the movies instead. Wouldn’t that be fun, Rei-chan? Oh, did you see that movie. The one with the...”
Rei presses his face against a pillow and attempts to drown out Nagisa’s voice. When that doesn’t work, he runs his hand along the bed, blindly searching for the ball gag.
Summary: Levi wants to live in the human world, and Erwin is going to make it possible for him whether he wants to or not.
Pairing: Eruri (Erwin/Levi)
Warning: NSFW, dubcon, lazy editing, demons
A/N: I got the idea from staring at happyds' demon! Levi pic. To be honest, I don't know what happened. I woke up and wrote this. Forgive me, Andy.
He’s weighed his options, has attempted to plot out multiple escapes, but Erwin knows that whatever this creature is, he’s too slow to outrun it.
In other words, he’s trapped.
“So there you are,” the creature says, green eyes glowing brilliantly against pale skin. Various strands of inky black hair fall over his forehead, resting gently against equally dark eyebrows. “Erwin Smith.”
“Who are you?” Erwin asks, blue eyes taking in the sight of the creature, lingering over his humanlike body. He watches the way creamy skin bleeds into black, a thick covering along his arms, neck, thighs, legs, and parts of its torso.
And then there are the horns.
“Who am I?” The creature says, his head cocked to the side, observing the man in front of him. “Who do you think I am?” The creature takes a step closer to Erwin, face expressionless, except for the mischievous twinkle in his glowing eyes. “Tell me, Erwin,” he begins. “Do you think you’re solely responsible for all your good fortune in life? Did you think there wouldn’t be some type of payback?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Erwin replies.
“No, I suppose you don’t. But that doesn’t matter. I’m here now.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
The creature stares at Erwin for a moment before smirking. “I could. Would you like that, Erwin?” He takes a step forward, but it’s with a speed so rapid that he’s in front of Erwin in an instant.
Erwin slams back into the wall behind him, and with nothing to protect himself, he attempts to raise his hands, but the creature clutches onto his wrists with those long velveteen fingers and pins his arms down against the wall with ease.
“Relax, Erwin,” the creature says, his grip on Erwin’s wrists tightening. “I’m not going to kill you. I need you.”
“For what?” Erwin asks. He ignores the increasing pressure in his wrists and stares at the creature. It’s unnerving, but he takes everything in. It’s terrifying the way those eyes seem to flicker, like tiny bolts of electricity, or the way heat seems to pour over him whenever the creature speaks.
“I want to live in this world,” the creature says. “The human world. The demon world is disgusting, and you—”
“So you’re a demon?”
Erwin grunts in pain when his wrists are squeezed even tighter and the creature leans against him.
“Don’t interrupt me, Erwin. It makes me angry and— What’s wrong with your face?” The creature releases Erwin’s wrists and raises up, pressing its claw-like fingers against Erwin’s chest. “Your skin is red. Why?”
“Y-You’re naked,” Erwin mutters. “I can see your penis.”
The creature just stares at Erwin for a moment before rolling its green eyes. “You’re very observant. Wow.”
“I couldn’t—”
“Shut up,” the creature says, huffing, hot breath blowing against Erwin’s face. It reminds him of the feeling of opening and oven and staring inside. “Anyway,” he continues. “You owe me, Erwin Smith. And you will be my key to this world.”
“How?”
“Well, obviously, I can’t walk around like this,” the creature replies, stepping back and raising up his arms, wiggling his dark fingers. So you have to help me with that.”
“And how exactly would I do that?” Erwin asks.
“It’s simple. You’re going to fuck me.”
“Excuse me.”
The creature rolls his eyes once more and takes another step back. “Let’s not pretend that you didn’t hear me, Erwin. And while we’re at it, let’s not pretend that you don’t know what fucking is. I’ve followed you for years. I know you know what fucking is.”
“If you’ve followed me for years then you should also be fully aware that I don’t have sex with… people whose names I do not know.”
“First of all,” the creature begins, his green eyes staring up at the ceiling as if he’s growing annoyed with the conversation. “I’m not a person. I’m a demon. Secondly, I don’t want to have sex with you. I want you to fuck me.”
“What’s the difference?”
The demon actually smirks then, his teeth shockingly white and dangerous. “That’s pitiful, Erwin. Every creature knows there’s a difference between sex and fucking. I guess you’re not as intelligent as I thought you were.”
“My sincerest apologies.”
“Sex is what you do with everyone else. Fucking is what you’ll do with me.”
“And if I decline?”
“Then I really will kill you.”
“Then I would like to request a swift death.”
The smirk on the demon’s face disappears in an instant. “You would rather die than fuck me?” He asks, sounding both angry and offended.
“I told you, I don’t have sex with… or fuck anyone who’s name I don’t know.”
The demon glares at Erwin before moving closer to him again. “Fine,” he grits out and reaches up to yank open Erwin’s shirt, the buttons popping from their seams and falling to the floor. He tilts his head down and presses his soft, warm lips against Erwin’s chest before pulling back slightly and blowing gently on his skin.
Erwin opens his mouth to ask what the demon is doing, but he ends up crying out instead, feeling nothing but raw heat and pain as four letters burn into his skin, lasting only a few seconds before disappearing as quickly as they appeared.
Levi.
“T-That’s an odd name for a demon,” Erwin says, hand reaching up to clutch at his chest.
“Well, I’m not particularly fond of the name Erwin,” Levi replies. “Anyway, now that you know my name, we can fuck.”
“You have a tail.”
“What does that have to do with anything? It won’t get in the way.” Levi raises his tail for emphasis and purposefully smacks Erwin in the face with it. “Stop stalling.”
“I need more information,” Erwin replies. “You can’t expect me to—”
“No,” Levi growls. He walks away from Erwin, crouches down to wedge his large claw between two boxes and pulls out a tube of lubricant. “All you need is this. I’ve seen you. I know.”
“How did you get that?”
“I stole it from your bedroom and stashed it here the last time I came in search of you.” Levi smirks again, eyes glowing even brighter than before, and far more dangerous. “I’m smarter than you, Erwin. I’ve been planning this. You aren’t in this cellar by coincidence. I wanted you in here. I chased you in here. It was a game of cat and mouse and you lost. Now fuck me. Or die.”
“Very well.”
Levi smirks as he walks past Erwin and turns his back to him. He leans forward, claws bracing against the wall, ass exposed, tail swishing side to side. He waits impatiently for Erwin to step up behind him, listens carefully for the sound of his clothing being removed.
His face doesn’t show it, but Levi is thrilled. He’s followed Erwin for so long, watched him have sex with so many people. He knows Erwin will be perfect for him, will always be able to keep him satisfied, but more importantly, Erwin will make sure that Levi has a guaranteed spot in the human world.
Levi moans deep in his throat when Erwin slides inside of him. He’s big and hard and it feels like Levi is being split in half, violated by Erwin’s cock. He has to resist the urge to close his eyes. He wants to see the process as it’s taking place, doesn’t want to miss it just because it feels good having Erwin’s dick inside of him.
Erwin doesn’t ask him if he needs time to adjust before he pulls back and slams inside of him.
Levi has to brace himself more securely against the wall to prevent falling completely against it, but that’s fine. He’s moaning now, groaning at the pleasure of having Erwin inside of him. Levi keeps an eye on his hands, watching with pure delight as black bleeds to gray, skin lightning, becoming more realistically human. With each hard thrust, he begins to look more and more like a human and he’s pleased.
Until it becomes too much.
“Erwin,” Levi gasps, fingers attempting to claw at the wall to escape from the powerful thrusts behind him. He tries to run away, to give himself a bit of relief, but Erwin won’t let him. Levi still has his tail, but it won’t be there for long. The worst part is that Erwin is gripping it, squeezing it tightly in his hand, preventing Levi from running.
“What’s wrong, Levi?” Erwin asks, his breath cool on Levi’s hot skin. “Is it too much for you?” He asks with a chuckle, before yanking harder on Levi’s tail and slamming him backward.
“Erwin!”
Erwin shifts his hips and releases Levi’s tail to opt for gripping his hips instead. He slams into Levi repeatedly, relishing in his shouts and whimpers. He feels Levi’s legs buckle from the force of his thrusts, but Erwin just grips his hips tighter and forces him to keep taking his cock, over and over, with no signs of stopping.
Levi screams when he cums, fingernails scraping against the wall, horns steadily decreasing in size, eyes losing their terrifying glow, settling into something far more pale, a mixture of blueish green.
Erwin still hasn’t stopped.
“E-Enough,” Levi stammers, hand reaching back blindly to try to still Erwin’s hips, but a hand grabs his wrist and shoves it out of the way.
“Not for me,” Erwin says, and he leans forward, forces his stiff cock even deeper inside Levi, strikes that spot that makes Levi attempt to crawl up the wall. “It’s never enough.” Erwin whispers.
And Levi knows he’s made a horrible mistake.
He has no energy left. Can only lie slumped against the wall as Erwin continues to fuck him mercilessly. His throat is raw from shouting, from moaning, from begging Erwin, but Erwin ignores him, chuckles when Levi’s legs wobble and he falls forward, limp cock still dripping cum in a small puddle on the floor.
“Did you ever wonder, Levi,” Erwin begins. He’s still fucking him, but he sounds so casual, not out of breath at all. “Why there were always so many of them?”
Levi doesn’t answer.
He can’t.
“I don’t particularly enjoy killing them, so that’s the sacrifice I make, I suppose.” Now that Levi’s tail is gone, Erwin reaches up to grip Levi’s shoulders and continues slamming him backward. “So many of them,” Erwin murmurs. “Humans are weak, after all. Aren’t they, Levi?”
“F-Fuck… you…” Levi whimpers out, face pressed harshly against the wall as Erwin continues to pound into him.
“I’ve been courteous, I think,” Erwin continues. “Only draining them of some of their energy and sending them on their way. But you…” Erwin slams forward and Levi cries out. “I can take as much of yours as I want. You’ll just replenish it. Won’t you, demon?”
Levi doesn’t need to sleep, but he’s never wanted something so badly in his life. His eyes are so heavy. He just wants to rest, to be surrounded by nothing but darkness.
“Wake up, Levi,” Erwin purrs, and grinds into him, and Levi’s eyes snap open. He doesn’t know how long it has been, but Erwin is still going, still pounding into him, greedily drinking up his energy, hoarding it all for himself.
“It was a good plan,” Erwin says, hips still pounding like mad, cock abusing Levi’s ass, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to leave marks. When Levi feels like he can stand no more, Erwin finally gasps and floods Levi’s ass with thick globs of cum that spill down Levi’s weak and trembling thighs.
Erwin is kind enough to pull out gently, and the moment he does, Levi crumples to the ground like a rag doll.
Erwin stares at him for a moment before smiling and lowering himself to his knees. He pulls Levi against him, kisses him gently on his lips. “That was perfect,” he says, and his blue eyes twinkle in the darkness.
“Y-You tricked me,” Levi says, voice so hoarse that it comes out only as a whisper.
“Did I?” Erwin asks with a smile. He reaches down and slides his finger into Levi’s ass, still slick with lube and Erwin’s cum. “What a greedy, little demon.”
“Fuck you,” Levi growls weakly, too exhausted to do anything but slump heavily against Erwin’s chest. “Fucking… incubus.”
Erwin smiles and presses his lips gently against Levi’s ear. “You’re a lot things, Levi,” he whispers. “But you are not smarter than me.”
Summary: Kagami isn't a fan of riding public trains.
Pairing: AoKaga (Aomine/Kagami)
Warning: NSFW (I guess. Personally, I think it's cute. But then again, smut is my default)
A/N: I don't know. It's my kink. What can I say? Based sort of off of this pic. I just wanted to try them out because I adore them.
It’s too hot.
Kagami knows he’s frowning. He can tell by the way everyone on the train avoids eye contact with him. The people in closer proximity to him keep their backs turned to him altogether. There’s a kid playing some type of handheld game in front of him. Kagami watches him briefly, glares at the back of his head as he mashes buttons, elbow slamming into Kagami’s stomach each time he gets too excited.
It’s almost like he’s suffocating. The heat surrounding him is too much, and he would like nothing more than to at least slide his backpack off his shoulders. Maybe he’d take his jacket off too, lean back a little, let his shoulders press against the train wall, and enjoy the coolness of metal against the exposed parts of his skin.
Something presses against his head and Kagami can’t tell if it’s a bag, or a purse, but whatever it is, it has no business touching him. With a sigh, he scoots a fraction to the left, tries to put some space between his head and the item lingering next to it, only to hear an annoyed grunt in his ear.
“Watch it,” Aomine says, eyebrows narrowed, eyes set sternly on Kagami.
Kagami feels his foot being raised, lifted a few inches from its current position, which was on top of Aomine’s foot. More specifically, right on his new Jordan’s.
“Then move,” Kagami grits out, his arm reaching down to block the kid in front of him from elbowing him in the stomach yet again.
“No place to go,” Aomine replies and follows up with a yawn, breath smelling of spearmint gum as it fans over Kagami’s cheek.
“Don’t blow your damn breath in my face like it’s okay,” Kagami growls, back pressing almost painfully against something hard in his backpack as he tries to add more distance between himself and Aomine.
Aomine just stares at him with thoughtful blue eyes before pursing his lips together and blowing hard in Kagami’s face.
Kagami attempts to lunge forward, but the train jerks, sending him flying back against the wall and Aomine toppling against him. Aomine is courteous enough to let the people around him righten themselves first before he attempts to push himself off of Kagami. This gives Kagami the sudden opportunity to realize how incredibly warm his skin is. And it’s not just the feel of his skin, it’s his complexion, too. All warm and soft when it looks like it should be rigid and cold like his shitty personality.
Bastard.
There’s a scent coming from him, as well. Something fresh, like right after it rains and you can smell the earth all around you. But there’s something else there, something like wild strawberries, or some other sweet smelling fruit. Kagami doesn’t know. But he likes that scent, and when he inhales, he can almost taste it on his tongue.
Or maybe he’s just hungry.
“Get off me,” Kagami mutters, hands reaching up to push at Aomine’s chest.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Then move.”
And Aomine does, but it’s only because the train jerks again, and he has to press one hand against the glass next to Kagami’s head to keep from slamming all of his weight against the other boy.
Kagami immediately comprehends that this position is even worse than the other one. Aomine’s lips are way too close to his face and his knee is wedged between Kagami’s legs. The fact that more people have squeezed their way onto the train only makes things even more awkward and embarrassing.
“Sorry,” Aomine says, his breath sweet and warm against Kagami’s ear.
Kagami doesn’t know if he’s actually sorry or not. What he does know is that this is bad. Really bad. The train ride is horrible, bumping along the tracks, and neither of them can move. He avoids eye contact with Aomine, eyes searching for an escape, a reason to push himself past the crowd before Aomine can notice that the constant rub of his knee is making Kagami’s dick hard.
“Hmm.”
Too late.
“What’s that?” Aomine says through a yawn. He actually yawns, as if he isn’t fully aware of what’s pressing against his knee.
Kagami doesn’t answer him.
“Oi, Kagami. What’s that?” Aomine says again, knee slowly shifting side to side, and then up and down, gently grinding against the bulge in Kagami’s pants. “Tell me.”
“Fuck you,” Kagami mutters, cheeks reddening, eyes alternating between closing and opening to stare up at the train’s ceiling.
Kagami refuses to look at Aomine, but he knows he’s smirking, can feel his taunting gaze burning all over his skin. Even when he leans in and his lips gently graze the tip of Kagami’s earlobe, Kagami can sense that smirk, can feel it. And when Aomine speaks, Kagami swears he can hear it, too.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Aomine whispers.
“Nothing to tell,” Kagami gasps out, fingers clutching at the straps on his backpack for support.
“Mm, guess you’re right,” Aomine agrees.
And then he slides his free hand into Kagami’s sweatpants.
There’s a lot of things that Kagami wants to say, but he can’t bring his mouth to form any words. All he can do is stand there with his back wedged against the train’s wall while Aomine’s hand grips him, stroking him with a strong, calloused palm that feels incredibly similar to his own.
“You’re quiet,” Aomine says, and he stares directly at Kagami as he pumps his cock, his thumb grazing the slit and smearing precum before joining the rest of his fingers.
“What… ahh… what the hell do you want me to say?” Kagami replies. His hands drop from his backpack straps, one weakly gripping at Aomine’s wrist while the other hand slides beneath Aomine’s shirt, fingers pressing against hard abs and gliding over soft hair that tickles his skin.
“Haven’t looked around yet, have you?” There’s a knowing tone to Aomine’s voice, it’s playfully yet condescending and it annoys Kagami. “Time’s almost up,Taiga.”
“Shut up,” Kagami snaps. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the way Aomine’s fingers feel wrapped around him, and on the lull of the the train when it isn’t jerking and throwing him back against the wall. More importantly, he focuses on Kagami’s scent, on the way it makes him feel dizzy and alert, relaxed and hyper, and so fucking alive.
“I’m tired of waiting,” Aomine says, ruining everything. “Maybe I’ll stop.” But he leans in and presses his lips gently against Kagami’s neck. “Just kidding,” he whispers before biting down.
It takes everything for Kagami not to scream as he cums, hard spurts spilling over Aomine’s fist and down his arm. Kagami’s fingernails rake down Aomine’s stomach, scratching at warm skin and clawing at the waistband of Aomine’s pants.
Kagami breathes in a couple of harsh breaths, eyes squeezed shut, mouth stretched so wide that his jaws actually begin to ache.
“What’s with that look?” Aomine asks.
“What the hell do you think?” Kagami replies. He tries to sound menacing, but he knows it doesn’t come out that way.
An orgasm on a crowded public train will do that to you, he supposes.
Kagami hisses when Aomine continues to pump him, his sensitive cum covered cock slowly becoming flaccid in the other boy’s hand.
“The only one who can beat you, is me,” Aomine murmurs to himself before chuckling.
“What?” Kagami growls. “What the hell did you just say?”
But Aomine doesn’t reply.
He simply grabs Kagami’s hand and lowers it to his own cock, impatiently waiting for him to return the favor.
So... tonight's theme was a mixture of being too big and incorrect assumptions. I did as many as I could before I got too tired. I had a couple of people ask for Reigisa, but I'd rather dedicate an entire fic for Reigisa this weekend. :)
Anyway, in here there is BroJohn, DirkJake, MikasaAnnie, and Ereri. They're all mean to amuse, so there's that...
BroJohn
“Excited, huh?” Bro teases him, and John nods his head. He doesn’t care about admitting the truth right now. All he wants is to see, to feel, in his hand and other places as well.
Bro’s pants slip from his hips, down, down, and even further until John is nearly biting his lip in anticipation.
Finally, they’re far enough for John to see it all, everything. His smiles fades almost instantly.
“No,” he says.
“What do you mean, no? At least touch it for a little—”
“Nope.”
He’s waited so long. He’d been so willing. He’s not some dumb middle schooler anyone. He’s eighteen, an adult. He knows a bad idea when he sees one and Bro’s massive cock is definitely a bad idea.
John spends his eighteenth birthday playing video games with his best bro, Dave, as planned.
DirkJake
“No.”
“Jake, please. Come on.”
“I’m sorry, Dirk. But no.”
“Jake—”
“Listen, Strider. I think I’ve been pretty open-minded about all of this. I mean, I’ve let you jam your fingers in there on numerous occasions, but I’ve got to draw the line somewhere. Don’t get me wrong. I love a challenge just as much as the next fellow, but that thing is seriously gargantuan.”
“What if we just tried—”
“I’ve made up my mind on the subject, I’m afraid,” Jake says. “But seeing as though I realize I’ve put you in a bit of a pickle, I suppose I can let you rub it between my thighs. Would that help?”
“Fuck no, it wouldn’t help,” Dirk answers. “…But I’ll take it.” He’d be dumb not to.
MikasaAnnie
It’s almost like walking into a party only to realize that someone else is wearing the exact same dress as you.
Only neither of them is wearing a dress, or clothing at all for that matter.
They stare at each, eyes narrowed in annoyance. Mikasa’s arms are crossed, resting just below her breasts, while Annie rests her own hands on her hips.
Each unique harness fits the person wearing it perfectly. The ridiculously intimidating dildos protruding from said harnesses almost violently demands the attention of the person standing in front of it.
“Well,” Annie says, her blue eyes locked on Mikasa’s unamused face.
“One of us is going to have to change,” Mikasa finishes for her.
LeviEren (ereri)
He’s blushing. He knows he’s blushing because he can feel his cheeks burning beneath his skin. It isn’t the type of burning he feels when he turns into a titan. That burn is filled with rage, powered by hatred for the very creatures who have destroyed his life, and so many others.
“I…”
“You what?” Levi asks.
Eren wonders how Captain Levi can just stand there like that, like he isn’t completely nude right now, like it doesn’t feel strange to have Eren’s green eyes raking down his body.
“I just thought…”
“You just thought what?”
“Thought that…” Eren bites his lip and forces himself to stare down at the floor. “I just figured that since you were so shor— not very tall, it would be, you know…”
“Smaller?”
Eren nods his head and silently wishes that the burning in his cheeks would just disappear.
“I guess you thought wrong, didn’t you Jaeger?” Levi replies. “Then again, I suppose it doesn’t matter what goes on in that tiny brain of yours as I’m more interested in your mouth. Now suck.”
Eren quickly realizes that the burning in his cheeks is nothing compared to the burning ache he feels in his jaws.
Summary: Petra and Hanji enjoy a little bit of alone time.
Paring: Hanji/Petra (From the Captain America AU which can be found here, here, and here)
Warning: NSFW, lazy editing, bad attempt at humor
A/N: I don't recommend anyone reading this because it's awful, but there. I wrote Hanji/Petra, anon. It's all for you. Take it. I'm going to bed.
She sits at the edge of the bed, leaning forward, back hunched, fingers clutching at her thighs in anticipation.
“And now we wait,” Hanji says.
“In the wild, they do. In captivity, you have to worry about them being injured, especially when they’re cuddly and lazy like Bean. So instead of a live mouse, he gets a fat, juicy dead one. Already thawed and tasty. Right, Bean?”
Petra chuckles and rolls her eyes before setting the magazine down on the bed. She pushes herself to her knees and crawls behind Hanji. Wrapping her arms around Hanji’s shoulders, Petra leans down and kisses Hanji’s neck. “You always get so passionate when you’re talking about your snakes,” she murmurs. “And you’re the only person I know who can make a dead mouse sound appetizing.”
“You have to watch or you’re going to miss it,” Hanji replies, but she still tilts her head to the side to allow Petra better access for kissing and nipping at her neck.
Petra nuzzles her face against Hanji’s neck and then pulls back to kiss the top of her head, but she stops short just a few inches away from Hanji’s hair.
“Hanji?”
“Hmm?”
“When’s the last time you washed your hair?”
“Oh. Hmm… I think maybe…” Hanji falls quiet as if she has to think hard to answer the question. “Honestly, I’m not quite sure.”
“Okay, that’s it.” Petra climbs off of the bed and grabs Hanji’s hand. “Shower. Right now. We’re washing your hair.”
“But we’re going to miss Bean eating his dinner,” Hanji argues, even as she is yanked to her feet. “Maybe if we just watched for a few more—”
“No,” Petra interrupts her. “You, me, shower. Right now.”
Hanji sighs and gives in, mumbling a goodbye to Bean as she is pulled out of her bedroom, into the hallway, and finally into the bathroom.
It’s just the two of them there today. Hanji has no idea where her roommates are, but she also doesn’t really care. She likes being able to wander around the house, just her and Petra, doing whatever they want to do without Erwin telling her not to do something or Levi and those empty threats of his.
It doesn’t take long for the water to heat up and for the two of them to get undressed. Petra smells good, like she doesn’t even need a shower, but she gets in anyway. She’s even kind enough to let Hanji get under the spray of water first, but Hanji quickly discovers that Petra only does this to make sure that Hanji actually washes her hair.
It’s pitiful watching Hanji attempt to shampoo her hair, so Petra takes the shampoo bottle away from her and does it herself. She has the suspicion that this was Hanji’s plan all along, but she doesn’t voice it.
“Sorry, Hanji. I know it’s uncomfortable, but could you bend down just a bit more?” Petra asks.
“What if I sit down instead?” Hanji replies.
“No, don’t sit down.”
“I’m sitting down.”
“Hanji, don’t sit—” Petra sighs when Hanji completely ignores her and lowers herself into the bathtub.
“There that’s better, right Petra?”
Petra rolls her eyes and leans down to continue scrubbing the dirt and oil out of Hanji’s hair. It takes much longer than necessary to rinse her hair clean because she’s sitting down in the middle of the bathtub during a shower like a complete maniac. But once Petra has finished shampooing and conditioning Hanji’s hair, she decides to do her own.
“Don’t you think you should get up now?”
“Nope.”
“Well, don’t blame me if you get soap in your eye.”
Petra pours a generous amount of shampoo into her hands and lathers it into her hair. She silently wonders if Hanji is still seated behind her, but she doesn’t want to risk opening her eyes and getting shampoo in them.
“Hey, Petra?”
“Yes,” Petra answers, her voice rising just slightly over the sound of water splashing against the tub floor.
“What’s that on your thigh?”
“I don’t know. I can’t open my eyes. What is it?” Slightly alarmed, Petra turns around, displaying the front of her body to Hanji. “Which thigh is it?” She asks, parting her legs for Hanji to get a better look.
“Hmm. It looks like…”
When Hanji doesn’t say anything, Petra becomes worried. “Looks like what? What do you see? Is it a— H-Hanji,” she reaches down, hands blindly finding Hanji’s wet hair and gripping onto it. “What are you doing?”
“Examining your thigh,” Hanji replies, before dragging her tongue along Petra’s inner thigh.
“I can’t see,” Petra complains, words coming out soft and breathless, but all Hanji does is switch to the other thigh.
“Neither can I,” Hanji says with a chuckle against Petra’s other thigh before using her hands to carefully nudge Petra’s legs further apart. “Don’t slip, Petra,” she whispers just before she leans forward and slides her tongue between Petra’s legs.
“Hanji!”
Petra falls back against the wall and cries out from the coolness against her bare back. Hanji’s tongue is wet and warm and explores her in a way that leaves her words jumbled and her knees weak. Hanji knows what she likes, knows how to use her lips to gently clamp down and suck greedily. She shouldn’t be able to hear Hanji, the rushing water is so loud, but Petra swears she can hear everything, every appreciative moan, every wet slurp.
A soft surprised cry falls from her lips when Hanji raises Petra’s leg and sets it on her shoulder. Petra tries to protest, but Hanji’s lips are on her again, tongue licking, and sucking, and tugging gently at her clit. There’s a loud thump that seems to shake the shower wall behind her and it takes a second for Petra to realize that the thump came from her slamming her head back against the wall.
She wants to watch Hanji, wants to stare down at her while she forces the orgasm to arrive that Petra is desperately trying to hold back. But her hair is still covered in shampoo and each time she tries to direct her head under the water, she ends up getting a mouthful of gross suds that leave her spitting and sputtering.
“Hanji,” Petra begins, she tries to blow water out of her mouth. The resulting effect makes her sound like she’s blowing raspberries. “P-Please…”
Hanji chuckles and pulls back. She eases Petra’s leg down and patiently waits for her to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. They’ve spent so long in the shower that the water turns cold, so Hanji takes Petra’s wrist and drags her into the kitchen.
Although she managed to mostly dry off before Hanji pulled her into the kitchen, the back of her neck is still wet from her damp her. Reaching up, she holds the wet strands atop her head and frowns as Hanji continues to pull her further into the kitchen.
“Do you really think we should be in here like this? The guys could come back any minute and—”
“What do you say?” Hanji asks. She sits at the edge of the kitchen table and pets it with her hand. “Come on, Petra. It’ll be fun.”
“Hanji, no.”
Hanji chuckles and lies back, her bare back pressing against the cool, hard surface of the table. “So much fun, Petra. Come on,” she says, excitedly, extending her arm into the air as if giving Petra an invitation to join her.
Petra knows it’s a horrible idea, but she can’t help appeasing Hanji. Sometimes she’s too cute for her own good. “If we get caught, I’ll never forgive you,” she whispers before making her way over to the table.
Time always has a way of moving too quickly when she’s with Hanji. She can’t focus on anything other than the moans and gasps of breath coming from both of their mouthes. A part of her assumes that the kitchen table with collapse beneath their weight, but it’s sturdy and supports them without issue.
Petra’s thighs won’t stop quivering as she straddles Hanji’s face. It’s difficult to focus solely on Hanji. It’s hard to remember that she’s supposed to be fucking Hanji with her tongue when Hanji is doing the same thing to her at the same time.
She’s too close now, can barely support herself against Hanji’s thighs, but her orgasm still manages to come as a surprise to her, hips jerking, back arching and lowering while her perfectly painted toenails scrape against the table top. Her breasts pressed down heavily against Hanji’s thighs, sensitive nipples gliding over warm skin.
Petra’s exhausted, but she refuses to let things end there. It takes her some time, but she manages to slide off the table without collapsing against the floor. Her thighs are wet and dripping and she can only imagine the mess she’s left on the table as well as Hanji’s face, but she’s certain that Hanji couldn’t care less.
“Don’t move,” Petra says, and she easily grips Hanji’s hips and drags her down the table until her legs dangle off it.
“Ohhh, are you going to examine me?” Hanji asks, brown eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Something like that,” Petra answers before spreading Hanji’s legs and lowering her head.
As loud as Hanji can be in public, she’s fairly quiet even when Petra has her fingers inside of her while her tongue pulls breathy moans from her lips. Although she isn’t extremely vocal, she makes it known that she’s enjoying herself by pulling almost painfully on Petra’s hair while attempting to shut her legs.
Petra never gives in though. She doesn’t stop until Hanji’s hand drops from her head and scratch desperately at the table. She’s loud then, one sharp cry before she orgasms, tensing and jerking while her thighs lock around Petra’s head who has become so used to it that she enjoys every second of her face being forced down between Hanji’s legs.
Of course, the door opens then.
And Petra Has to force Hanji’s legs open, grab her by the hand, and then rush down the hall, the two of them naked and completely spent, running on weak and wobbly legs. Hearts racing, they dress rapidly, throwing on anything presentable that won’t reveal to the others that they’ve just finished having sex on the kitchen table.
Petra and Hanji come back into the kitchen several minutes later. They try to play it cool. Act natural, Hanji had said, but Petra discovers that it’s hard to act natural when she catches Mike sniffing the air and rubbing thoughtfully at his chin. When she catches a look that he and Erwin share, she knows they know.
Levi looks irritated, but considering how he’s eating from the table, Petra safely assumes that he doesn’t know what happened.
“Have fun?” Petra asks, trying her best to sound casual.
“No,” Levi answers.
“Did you?” Mike asks, and Petra blushes and turns away. It takes her a couple of seconds to realize that Hanji is gone, but a second or two after she does realize it, she hears Hanji shouting for her to come quick because Bean’s about to eat his dinner.
Petra politely excuses herself, feeling more than relieved that none of the guys questioned why the table was so wet or any other question that would have given away her earlier antics.
It isn’t until she hears Levi murmur, “animals” that she realizes he must have known, too, and all she can think about is how seeing him at work is going to become extremely awkward, and to wonder whether or not he cleaned the table.
Summary: Erwin’s a gambling man. Levi isn’t. But free drinks are free drinks.
Pairing: Erwin/Levi (eruri)
Warning: Awful humor, oral, anal, fingering, spanking, alcohol, lazy editing... I think that’s it.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from, but I couldn’t stop writing it, so here you go. World's worst title goes to me, I know. Thank you.
The sound coming from her mouth is quite possibly the most annoying thing he’s ever heard, but Levi is forced to listen to her sing.
“Erwin.”
“Yes, Levi.” Erwin answers Levi right away, but he doesn’t look over at him. He’s too busy staring at the dealer, blue eyes set straight ahead. Levi can tell that the dealer is intimidated by Erwin’s poker face, and to be honest, he doesn’t blame him.
Erwin has a shit hand, though.
“I’m bored,” Levi says, as he stares down at the olive in Erwin’s martini glass.
Levi imagines plucking the olive from the glass and hurling it through the air. If he closes his eyes, he can almost picture it landing in the singer’s mouth where it gets lodged in her throat, successfully stopping her from singing, but more importantly choking her, which is exactly what Levi feels like doing.
“Do you want to play?” Erwin asks.
“No.”
“What about the slots?”
“They’re filthy. There was a man taking a shit in the restroom. When he came out, he went straight to one of those machines. Didn’t even wash his hands. Fucking disgusting.”
Levi watches as Erwin fights back the urge to smirk. He’s always had the suspicion that Erwin enjoys making him suffer like the sadistic bastard he is.
“I’m going to buy a drink,” Levi says, and he slides gracefully off of the raised chair and onto his feet.
“Drinks are free here if you’re gambling,” Erwin replies. “Try the slots.”
“Fine.” Levi doesn’t really care about gambling, but free drinks sound good and if all he has to do is pull a lever and spend Erwin’s money to get them, he can deal with that. “Give me my hand sanitizer out of your purse.”
Erwin actually does pull his attention away from the dealer this time. He glares at Levi, eyes narrowed dangerously, eyebrows thick, and ridiculous, and containing a mind of their own. “It’s not a purse. It’s a bag.”
“Forgot,” Levi says. He stands there, holding his hand out until Erwin reaches inside his bag and pulls out a small bottle of hand sanitizer and a packet of sanitizing wipes and places them into Levi’s hand.
“Stay out of trouble,” Erwin says.
Levi doesn’t bother replying back.
He does, however, stay out of trouble as instructed. And after thoroughly wiping down the slot machine handle, the seat, and every button possible on the machine, he sits down and plays.
And he drinks.
A lot.
Levi isn’t exactly sure what drives him to drink so much. Maybe it’s because the drinks are free. Or maybe it’s because they’re so watered down that they don’t really affect him. In fact, it isn’t until he’s buzzed enough to start giving out impressive tips that the drinks became more potent.
Now everything is bright and colorful and the world is out of control and spinning rapidly and he enjoys every bit of it.
Also his ears are really warm.
“Would you care for another drink, sir?”
“Yes,” Levi answers, and he attempts to give the waitress his full attention because she’s cute and reminds him of Petra. “And get one for yourself, too,” he adds when she nods her head and begins to walk away. He doesn’t know why he says this. It just seems like the right thing to say. She works hard, has to deal with horny old men ogling her all night long. She deserves a drink.
Levi rests his hand on the bright, red handle of the slot machine and silently wonders where Erwin is. He also wonders if he should go searching for him, but isn’t sure he can do so with the room spinning around like it is.
“Enjoying yourself?” A familiar voice asks him and Levi smirks despite himself.
“I was until you got here.”
“I see.” Erwin glances away from Levi and over at the waitress who is on her way toward them. He shakes his head and she huffs a little before turning around and walking the other way. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Yes.”
Well, that answers that question.
“Okay, time to go, Levi.”
“Petra’s coming back with my drink.”
“That’s not Petra. And we’re going back to the hotel. Come on.”Erwin leans over and cashes out of the slot machine before Levi can argue with him. He helps Levi to his feet, silently scolding himself for being amused when he stumbles a few times.
Getting Levi back to the hotel is rather complicated because Levi is solid, heavy, and a drunken mess. When they do finally manage to make it back into their hotel room, Erwin tries to get Levi to go to sleep, but Levi refuses.
“Did you win money?” Levi asks. He’s shirtless and lying on top of Erwin, his arms folded and resting heavily on Erwin’s abdomen.
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“You’re inebriated, Levi. If I told you, you wouldn’t remember in the morning, which means I would have to tell you again.”
“So,” Levi says.
“So I don’t like to repeat myself,” Erwin replies.
“Then what do you like, Erwin?” Levi reaches down and easily unfastens Erwin’s pants. “Never mind. I know.”
“Levi, don’t you think—”
“Shut up, Erwin.”
Erwin doesn’t want to shut up, but he’s not going to risk speaking now that Levi has lowered his head and his teeth are dangerously close to the tip of his cock. He’s far too familiar with how aggressive and borderline insane Levi can be when he’s been drinking.
Erwin hisses softly when Levi drags his tongue along the underside of his cock before parting his lips and taking just the head into his mouth. Levi stays like that for a second or two before sucking hard, his jaws hollowing from intensity.
Erwin curses and grunts and grabs a fistful of Levi’s hair. He grips Levi’s hair tightly, the veins in his hand protruding slightly beneath his skin. When Levi’s slackens his jaws, Erwin almost relaxes until he feels teeth gently grazing over the slit of his cock. His hand tugs harder in Levi’s hair, yanking at dark strands, pulling at it so forcefully that Levi can feel the pressure in his temples.
Levi pulls back, lets Erwin’s cock slip from between his lips. “Crybaby,” he says, after Erwin releases the death grip he had in his hair. When Levi dips down again, he ignores Erwin’s cock altogether and focuses on his thighs. They’re strong, and thick, and when Levi bites down on the sensitive skin of Erwin’s inner thigh, Erwin cries out and jerks against the bed.
“Stop biting,” Erwin grits out. He reaches down and attempts to shield his inner thighs with his hands, and Levi leans forward and takes Erwin’s cock back in his mouth.
“Fuck!”
Erwin can’t concentrate like this. Levi is all over the place, alternating between sucking his cock and biting his thighs and it hurts, but it also feels so damn good. He can’t get a reading on Levi, can’t be two steps ahead of him if he doesn’t know what path Levi is going to take. Every time he thinks he knows what Levi is going to do next, he ends up being wrong.
Erwin has no idea when Levi grabbed the lube from wherever the stashed it last night, but he obviously must have because Levi’s fingers are slick and wet when they slide inside of Erwin. They’re also warm, but nowhere near as warm as Levi’s mouth as it rises and descends along his cock.
Everything feels incredible, but that’s no surprise because that’s a word that Erwin often uses to describe Levi.
Erwin jerks his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Levi’s mouth and Levi’s fingers deeper into his ass.
No, he’s wrong. Everything doesn’t feel incredible because Levi keeps pinching his inner thigh and that fucking hurts.
“Levi, enough with the—”
Another pinch.
“Ease back with the—”
Another one.
Erwin grabs Levi by his hair and pulls at it so hard that they both actually hear the wet ‘pop’ of Levi’s mouth releasing Erwin’s cock. “Stop fucking pinching me,” Erwin growls.
Levi stares up at Erwin, his expression one of mild amusement before simply uttering, “Make me.”
And something inside Erwin snaps.
Erwin doesn’t doubt for a minute that Levi doesn’t love it when Erwin grabs him, pulls him up, and flips him over. He makes a mess with the lube, squirting too much of it in the palm of his hand and massaging it into his cock while the excess drips onto the sheets below him. He watches as Levi tries to push himself up, but a well-placed hard smack to his pale ass sends him back down again.
Actually, he quite enjoyed that.
He smacks it again, and again, and doesn’t stop until his own handprint becomes a reddened temporary tattoo on Levi’s ass.
“Erwin...” Levi whimpers, hands blindly reaching behind his back in a weak attempt to protect his sore ass.
“What’s wrong, Levi?” Erwin practically purrs at him. “Does it hurt?” He grabs Levi by his wrists and pulls him up high enough so that Erwin can easily slide his cock inside of him. “Here,” he breathes out. “Is this better?”
“Bastard,” Levi growls, before moaning and burying his face against the pillow.
Erwin is relentless, pounding into Levi, making sure that the only thing his mouth is capable of doing is either moaning or shouting. When Erwin’s thrusts are particularly forceful, he doesn’t even allow Levi the opportunity to gain any leverage by pressing his hand against the wall. Instead, whenever he catches Levi doing so, he leans forward, shoving his cock harder into Levi, and pulls his hand away.
Levi discovers that it’s easy to keep the room from spinning as long as he keeps his eyes closed. He wishes he could do the same with his mouth, to hold back each and every shout that topples from it as Erwin slams into him, drilling him into the mattress.
Speaking of their temporary bed, the sheets are so warm and soft that it almost feels like fingers are caressing the tip of his cock each time it glides along the gentle fabric. Levi can feel the build up inside of him, knows that he’s almost at his limit.
“Erwin...”
“Not yet,” Erwin says, and he gently pulls out of Levi and flips him onto his back. He barely gives Levi the chance to settle himself before he’s sliding back into him again.
Erwin isn’t able to thrust into Levi as deeply in this position, but that doesn’t stop Levi from wrapping his arms around Erwin’s back and digging his nails into his skin. Erwin can feel his skin break, can feel every bit of sting that comes from Levi dragging his nails along his back, but he ignores it and opts for wedging a hand between their bodies and pumping Levi’s cock until he chokes back a moan and shoots his cum all over Erwin’s fist and down his arm.
Levi’s hands fall from Erwin’s back after that. They lie weak and useless on the bed, and it’s only then when Erwin decides to take thing slow. There’s a systematic rhythm to his thrusts, not exactly shallow, but deep enough that it still makes Levi writhe beneath him, his spent and sensitive body warm and slick from sweat.
Erwin kisses Levi, tugs gently at his bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside of his mouth. Levi still tastes like liquor, and he’s so exhausted that he can barely move his tongue, and Erwin has a hard time not finding this ridiculously cute.
“Fuck you,” Levi murmurs against Erwin’s lips.
Erwin smiles and pulls back long enough to nuzzle his face against Levi’s neck. “Tell me, Levi,” he begins, thrusting in slowly, deeply, “Do you love me?”
“No,” Levi answers.
“And have you ever lied to me?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Few seconds ago,” Levi breathes out, fingers drifting over Erwin’s hips.
“I t-thought so,” Erwin replies, and finally cums, his eyes squeezed shut, breath caught in his throat as he shudders against Levi.
It takes Erwin a few moments to catch his breath, but when he does, he asks Levi if he’s ready to take a shower. When he doesn’t receive an answer, he realizes that Levi has fallen asleep and he doesn’t have the heart to wake him.
He’ll get in trouble in the morning for not waking Levi up. Levi hates going to bed without showering first, and considering the fact that Erwin can actually smell cigarette smoke in Levi’s hair from the casino, he knows that Levi will be exceptionally pissed off.
