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levmada · 1 year

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Strange and Unfamiliar (But Not Unwelcome) Pt.2

summary: Levi and Furlan, two people who could never trust anyone, experience that and more for the first time.

This time, Levi bottoms.

wc: 9.7k

content/warnings: foreplay, enthusiastic consent, massage, nipple play, fingering, rimming, anal play, prostate massage, sex so good it makes Levi cry, banter, teasing, cockwarming, service dom!Furlan, soft, making love kinda, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, edging, begging, praise, one use of 'good boy', soft aftercare

a/n: I became super inspired after what was supposed to be a standalone oneshot about levifar's first time fnudjfier that im going to write them exploring each others bodies 2 more times. and u know what, im thinking about levihan and eruri too. as my top 3 fav aot ships.. mm.. we'll see.

| Part 1 | Part 3 |

Furlan sighs like he's been holding it in for hours, and leans back in his chair. "Finished. Finally."

The makeshift work station—nothing more than an emaciated table and chair—being shoved into the sitting room's back corner like it is meant Furlan should've had Levi in the corner of his eye since he started sweeping.

Levi feels confident about that. It was his intention, ever since he finished up more mundane chores. Furlan was still accounting and running numbers by then, so he chose to sweep the spotless floor. It's about time for him to be done.

He sweeps nonexistant dust into a corner, pretending he hasn't been faking the task for the past hour. Yeah, he couldn't stand sitting around in anxious anticipation for one more day, and yeah, the back-and-forth repetition was relaxing, but, there's no such thing as too clean.

Their eyes meet when Furlan speaks. There's already something unspoken there, because there has been. For days now.

Wordlessly, Levi tugs down his facecloth, so it sags around his neck like a bandana. "Good."

He crouches, and does his final act of pretending with the dustpan, then rises, and walks past Furlan’s curious eyes to the hallway. He taps the dustpan against the little trashcan, and leans the broom against the corner of the linen closet. The subtle click of the door opening and shutting is a little loud to his ears.

"Took a while. Sorry, Levi."

"It's not a surprise. Things've been busy lately," he says, coming up behind Furlan. In his absence, Furlan got to reviewing the pages, crowded with rows of pencil scratches, over again.

"Way to state the obvious," he remarks warmly.

He looks tense. Levi's lithe palms float down to Furlan's shoulders, on top of his buttoned shirt and that blue vest that always brings out the darker tones in his eyes.

But right now, it's an obstacle more than anything. He smooths the pads of his thumbs into the tight muscles on the nape of Furlan's neck, upwards, and expands out. A small groan immediately falls out of him.

Before Levi can do any more, he catches Furlan trying to glance over his shoulder at him, and states the obvious. "A massage?"

Levi deadpans, and guides his cheek back around to face forward again. While he's at it, he nudges the shoulders of the vest down. Levi hears buttons snap before it loosens, and falls off his shoulders completely.

"I could use your opinion on something."

Levi grunts. "What?"

"Maybe expanding our operation here... The MP have been quiet lately, and we have the means. What do you think?"

He ponders it while he strokes Furlan's shoulders. "Yeah. People have expressed interest."

"That test of strength thing didn't work before. Have you thought about my plan?"

"Yeah. I've thought about it. Getting Daniel and Roe to talk to a few I've had an eye on... except I'll neglect the guys everyone thinks I'll pick, including themselves.

"I revised your plan more after that. They'll be shitting themselves when I talk to them one-on-one later on, and be eager to do what I say."

"That's really smart," Furlan mumbles.

"I know." He digs his fingers in.

A reserved moan can be heard as Levi applies pressure. "What about kids?"

"...Maybe."

Recruiting young is a touchy decision for Levi. He would rather think of it as rescuing them from certain death. They get delivery jobs. They become messengers. Pay and food.

Especially if they've lived on scraps for a while. It's a testament to their strength. It wouldn't take long after a look around to find kids in need, but it takes longer to find the ones who've endured.

"Enough with the business talk for one night," Levi grumbles. "Seems like that's all you're thinking about."

"Nope. Part of why I took so long is because you're distracting," Furlan chuckles, and leans back to peer up at him upside down. "But you probably knew that already, am I right?"

Levi's cheeks warm. Buttons snap. "That's news to me..."

He's pleased to find Furlan's collar already open to the top of his chest, and more buttons being worked open all the time. He slides his hands down over the dips and peaks of his collarbones, following the soft curves of his pecs. It's warm under his shirt, almost toasty, and faintly dusted in blond hairs. They tickle his palms. Furlan hums.

They've been meaning to do this for a while now. Only, reserving a few hours even out of the night has been challenging lately. They'd both be remiss to call Levi something of a leader, but they've been doing well for themselves lately. Furlan is his partner in that way, and in other ways.

For Levi especially, the suspense has been killing him. Hence the sweeping, and his impatient hands diving into Furlan's shirt now that it's open. He flattens his palms on his soft pecs, pushing them together and apart like a massage.

Upside down, he watches Furlan's lips part and his eyes float closed, then shut tight as Levi tweaks his nipples. "Levi."

His bottom half heats.

In no time, they harden, like putty under Levi's touch. After pinching, and getting a small whine out of Furlan, he soothes the hard buds with his thumbs.

Furlan's chest rises and falls. One hand gravitates to the top of Levi's, caressing while the other goes down, and closes on the front of his pants.

Levi's legs turn a little weak in the knees as he watches, and hears Furlan sigh.

Furlan tilts his head back again. He looks ridiculous with his cheeks all pink, and his coy grin looking more like a creepy frown. "Guess it's obvious, but. I want you. Sorry it took so long."

Levi bites the inside of his cheek, and strokes Furlan's jaw with one hand as he applies a firmer pinching pressure to Furlan's pebbled nipple with the other.

"You have me."

"You know what I mean."

He scoffs. "You should take a wild guess of what I've been thinking about for the past week."

Furlan smiles. "Oh."

His knees turn weak again. He reaches over for the large ledger, picks it up, and closes it. He feels Furlan watching him as he steps away from the chair, and heads toward the shelf lining the other wall. It's full of books, none dusty, but all in various states of neglect and natural decay. The Underground is damp.

Which is part of the reason for this special hiding spot.

Levi kneels down, and slides a stack out of the way. The wooden panel here is loose, and he slides it aside with ease, revealing a dark compartment that smells of expensive concoctions that trap moisture, and mothballs.

Levi hears whispered steps of socks against wood.

It's tucked away by the time Furlan appears behind him, also kneeling. His arms close on his small waist, daring to distract him while Furlan's heated breath washes over his nape. Furlan next folds his shirt collar down and pulls his facecloth free so he can kiss his neck.

"Hold on..." Levi struggles to slide the plank back into place first as heat trickles down, then shoves the cloth in his pocket. Pressed against his back, Furlan's frame is inviting and secure. "All that working, and suddenly you can't get your hands off me?"

"Mm-mm." He kisses Levi's earlobe, and traps it between his teeth.

"Fuck," he gasps faintly. A jolt of arousal goes straight to his dick, and here, he wonders. Wonders if Furlan can smell it.

"You're the one wearing perfume," Furlan points out, sounding surprised.

He glances over his shoulder, and pops his collar. "I am, aren't I. Well stand up."

Back on unsteady feet, Levi pulls Furlan back in from behind, pushing down on his nape until he feels sweltering wet kisses on his neck. Eager, increasingly needy.

"You alright?"

"Yeah." They sway, kisses deepening.

Furlan presses closer, snug against him, and Levi sighs. It's firm and hard against the seat of his pants. The longing he feels then is painful.

With one hand, Levi pins Furlan's mouth to his neck, and takes support from the shelf with the other so he can arch his back. This has his ass pop out and push back against all that hardness.

That'll be inside me soon.

"Fuck, Levi." He grabs his waist and grinds hungrily. "You are needy."

He huffs. "No 'm not..."

“Then what're you trying to do to me?”

"Get you to quit fucking procrastinating," he replies hotly, squeezing his nape.

Furlan snorts in amusement. One hand pinned across Levi's waist, the other goes lower closes on the front of Levi's tight trousers.

He stiffens, and sighs tenderly. "More."

Furlan sucks Levi's tender skin between his teeth, and raises his head. "Oh, so you've had enough messing around now?"

"You tell me." Levi presses down on Furlan's hand, grinding his dick on his palm, and swallows thickly.

"Mm..." He squeezes and strokes, at the same time catching Levi's nipple through his shirt, and a moan escapes him. It throbs, hotter. "Oh, I don't know..."

"Fucking asshole... More."

He finds himself being spun around, their lips crashing together, pressed up tight enough to feel Furlan through his tight pants. For a second as his tongue takes Levi's mouth, he thinks Furlan's going to do it right there, against the bookshelves.

He groans in protest, detaching their lips, and skipping down to Furlan's neck, determined to leave marks of his own—that don't go away for days. That pulls a louder sound out of him.

"Okay, okay," Furlan relents. His fingers bury in Levi's hair. "I'm done teasing, I swear... Let me take you to the bedroom..."

With a short hum, confidence building, he presses their foreheads together with a fleeting kiss to Furlan's lips. "Good choice."

In comparison to the fooling around they've done so far, they practically make it to the bedroom a flash... where Furlan surprisingly parts from him, intent on the bottom drawer beside the old bed.

Levi points as he opens his shirt. "What you're looking for's over there."

The lube Levi retrieved days earlier (and left out to spite Furlan) sits out in the open on the small bedside table, like it's been waiting too, but that's not what Furlan's looking for, apparently. A towel appears in his arms instead. He rises, and knocks the drawer shut with his heel.

Furlan smiles sheepishly. "I thought you'd appreciate this."

His shirt parted like curtains, Levi stands in place as Furlan unrolls the fluffy towel, and lays it on the bed long-ways. It's even grey, for stains.

Heart tender, Levi approaches from behind with his brow knit, and embraces him with his chin raised, so he can set it on his shoulder. It's not even the towel's obvious purpose he's so affected by, he thinks—he would've been fine going without—but that Furlan considered something that's otherwise insignificant.

"Thanks," Levi says slowly, trying to phrase it properly. "You put a lot of thought into this."

"More than you think." When Furlan turns his head, he's smiling full of nervous affection.

Levi guides his jaw towards him, where their buttery lips meet, and smack.

First, Furlan sits, pulling Levi down with him, and into his lap. He feels dizzy with fondness for this man as he parts his lips for him, and heavy smacking sounds ensue as they trade tongue. It's satisfying to clutch at Furlan's shoulders with the knowledge he already has Furlan all to himself.

As their tongues mesh, Levi spots Furlan's heavy-lidded gaze as he touches his back, and down lower, caresses Levi's round bottom, encouraging his hips.

His eyes close by instinct when he feels the hot friction, satisfying and teasing both at once. His wide thighs squeeze Furlan's hips as messy lips mash and hips roll, until Levi simply can't take it anymore with most of their clothes still on.

He leans back with purpose until Furlan follows through, and gravity does the rest of the work. Furlan however gets his arms around him before he can fall, and lays him down gently.

"More," Levi whispers urgently. "More."

"Okay, okay," he breathes shakily. He slots himself in-between Levi's spread legs, hands wandering and arms wrapping, lips parting for the silky heat of their mouths. Furlan pulls Levi's shirt shamelessly from its neat tuck.

No matter how many times they've fooled around, this position always gets his heart racing. Instincts make him hyperaware of how to escape when someone's on top of him—but this obviously isn't the time. He feels a small twinge of guilt, and to stamp it down, he pulls even more of Furlan on top of him, and gives him more space.

A slow hum vibrates down Levi's throat. As Furlan shifts, he feels firm heat pressing down between his thighs, and a moan escapes him, low and throaty.

Their hips grind with abandon. Enough waiting. Enough fucking around, Levi thinks.

Then he remembers what this is they're about to do, and shivers. Part thrill, part anxiety.

Their lips smack noisily before Furlan pulls away, and helps Levi slide his arms free of his sleeves. "Are you comfortable like that?"

"Like what?" he grunts. His silver belt buckle clinks open, followed by his pants. Everything off.

"On your back?"

He turns annoyed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Furlan lays his shirt aside, and shakes his head. "I'm not criticizing you. I'm just reminding you, you have the option, and I just think... you should be comfortable, and you're not really... I think I can tell when something's bothering you."

He's nervous. Levi thinks this over as Furlan works Levi's pants and briefs off his ankles. "Stop worrying... I don't get it. You don't make me 'uncomfortable'."

"I know that." Furlan opens his own pants. "But if something does, and you just... take it... Levi, that can't happen. You've talked that way before, is what I'm saying."

All of their clothes are gone, but no one acts.

"Because I'm right," he says quietly. "I get that I'm participating. But I'm the one 'taking it'."

"What? No," he says instantly. "What're you—? That doesn't mean anything."

A realization seems to dawn on Furlan, as everything stops to pause. "You're wearing perfume," he says slowly.

Levi tenses. Shame betrays him by burning his cheeks. "So fucking what, Furlan? Are you just going to state the obvious over and over... or ask a question, and then correct me some more?"

"That depends on whether you need to be corrected," he replies.

Levi crosses his arms, and looks aside, getting less turned on by the minute and more confused. That doesn't help. He hates being corrected in general, but now, specifically, it's like everything he has ever learned is taboo rather than the way sex just... works. It makes him feel like an idiot, and even more sick for her, but, at the same time... relieved. Like pain being optional, or pausing being encouraged.

Except, how wrong can he be?

Furlan murmurs, "Baby," and touches his waist. Levi crumbles inside. "I wanted to be prepared for this—but even if I was totally clueless, other stuff is obvious to me. It's an equal thing." Furlan squeezes. "This isn't happening to you. You know what I mean?"

"...I can't decide if it's creepy or a good thing you did research," he mutters.

Furlan guides Levi's attention towards him by his jaw. "Could you promise me?"

Immediately, Levi is listening closely. He doesn't take words lightly—especially promises—and with that intensity behind Furlan's blue eyes...

Levi says, like a secret that bursts from him, "Brothel."

The silence is tense. Levi for some reason just can't look at him or meet his eyes, but he can't stand the quiet either, so he keeps going. "I lived in one of those disgusting shitholes. So I should be the one that's prepared. Yet every damn time you tell me I'm wrong about something... But Furlan, I've seen it a million times, and I saw it the same way, every time, and so, I don't get... what..."

Levi trails off aimlessly. Both of them are motionless, hardly touching. He hates being pitied, if that's what Furlan's thinking, or if he plans to probe more for answers, then...

"I like you," Furlan says, now confident, like it's a fact. The Underground is dirty, cuts bleed.

Snapped out of his mind, Levi stares, and again feels himself relax underneath Furlan. Slowly.

"That's not the case in brothels, is it? I like you, a-and so I care, Levi. That's completely different.

"And so I need you to promise me, that if something is wrong, or hurts, or hell—you just have a complaint, you bring it up instead of accepting that that's the way things are.

"I really... really... don't want to mess this up."

Furlan is no longer on top, but kneeling between his legs, suddenly looking out of place. His plea—a plea is what it is—touches his heart in a way Levi isn't accustomed to.

"You're not messing up," he states firmly. Why do the words hurt so much, when they endear him to Furlan that much more?

Frowning, Levi leans up, and holds Furlan's jaw in place while he kisses him with all the tenderness he can't convey with words. Nothing is even happening, really, and yet this kiss feels intimate in place of sex.

He'd never thought of it that way, though—it's true. It makes sense now for Levi's knowledge and his experiences with Furlan to be so vastly different. He really feels completely out of his element now... except if it weren't for his constant that is Furlan there to calm his nerves.

"I get it," he speaks against his lips. "Fine." They press firmly. "I'll say something. You have my word."

Furlan searches his eyes for a moment, and then sinks into his arms. "Not that I don't trust you. But you know."

Levi's head tilts. "You have about a thousand more ways to say I'm wrong?"

A smirk. "Give me some time, and yeah, maybe I will."

Furlan kisses him again as their bodies gravitate toward each other. Neither of them are as hard as before, so they take their time. Furlan places a barrage of tiny kisses from his palms, to his forearms and thick biceps to the peaks and dips in his collarbones.

He speaks against Levi's neck, "Did you know... I think you're beautiful?"

Levi's eyes widen. That catches him off-guard. "Sh...Shut up."

"I mean it." There's a look in his eyes that intimidates him. "You're beautiful. And I like looking at you." Kisses drag and turn wet around his pecs, causing Levi's breath to shudder, and his eyes to instinctively close as Furlan's buttery lips close on his nipple, his hand around his cock. "I like kissing you. And touching you."

Levi wants to make some teasing jab about poetry, but it's lost on him because of Furlan. He pumps loosely and plays with his slit until Levi's soft and pliant, and tilting his hips up for more. The sucking sensations, and dull pressure from Furlan's teeth make him throb, with an embarrassing stream oozing from his tip.

It's all exposing, more than every other time, what with the knowing. That's why Levi's hands roam Furlan's body so hungrily. Scraping his nails down his back, full of scars, and the lithe muscles packed into his sides, and feeling up the subtle curve of Furlan's waist—nothing like Levi's—as his palm closes on his ass. More marks rise to the surface of Levi's pale skin.

"More. I'm ready," he breathes, his fingers threading in Furlan's blond locks. It feels against some invisible rules, somehow, to ask for something considering his position, but he ignores it. It's easy to forget his reservations when Furlan's making him feel this good.

Levi knocks his waist with the side of his foot until he chuckles, and scoots back.

"Happy?"

"Not yet," Levi snarkily replies. His eyes are drawn to Furlan's cock, blushing at the tip and more than half-hard laying on his thigh. He realizes he's never considered the idea of it being inside him before, or even being inside Furlan. Another time.

He spreads them, and to even further show his need without saying a word, and pries his cheeks apart, and lifts his hips. "F-Furlan. I want you."

Furlan visibly shudders and bows his head, a soft groan of approval moving over his thigh to dizzy Levi's mind. Hands shift and fall on Levi's, spreading and working the plump soft flesh until his dick strains, and drools.

For now... Levi decides he'll let Furlan do as he likes, when he likes. Scattering kisses while he strokes Levi's big thighs with shameless passion, licking and kissing closer to where he needs him most of all.

He pets his hair. "Hey. Don't think about using your mouth if you want me to la—"

Soaked heat from Furlan's tongue climbs the underside of his cock, licking up what's leaked from his tip. Seductive blue eyes challenge him.

"Shit," he gasps, and snags the sheets beside him. Too fucking wet, too silky hot.

He orders his body to relax as he watches Furlan's tongue lap at his slit, the contented look on his face, even with his eyes closed. His lips close, and suckle his pink tip.

"Ah, Furlan..." Levi gasps. He squirms. "Idiot, I'm being serious."

It's not the first time Furlan's gone down on him—but Levi thinks that he might be sensitive by nature or something. Which is annoying when Furlan seems so determined to pay him attention before the main event starts.

Rather, this is Furlan liking him. But that doesn't negate the fact that Levi won't last if he keeps on.

Furlan makes a murmuring noise. Just thick and loud enough to make Levi miss him when he pulls off—after explicitly telling him to do just that.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." Furlan gestures with his head. "Could you..."

"I do. That's the problem." That weightless wanting feeling returns to Levi's stomach as he takes the lube off the stand, and hands it to him. Furlan pulls the stopper, and tips it into his hand.

It looks like a waste to Levi, how much he's using, but he keeps quiet and obediently holds his hand out when it looks like Furlan's ready to hand it off.

Only Furlan seems to think better of it, and touches Levi's knee. "Can you spread them more?"

"You want my feet behind my head or something?" he retorts as he obeys. He spreads his thighs and lets his head sink into the pillow, completely exposed.

Furlan snorts with a sense of amazement. "Can you? And you'd do that for me? Maybe I should keep that in mind."

"Don't get a big-ass ego just 'cause—"

And Levi sucks in a swift breath as Furlan tips the phial. The thick, syrupy liquid dribbles down his taint, and over his hole. Suddenly it's there, and it's not like it's warm, causing a whine Levi can't catch in time, and his toes to curl. "Fuck... Fuck you."

"It's easier if you're wet."

"Shut up," he snaps, without thinking.

He feels bad for it the moment he does. This is serious, he remembers, or it means a lot to Furlan for Levi to be less of an asshole than usual. He eyes him, Furlan, who seems conflicted as he holds the closed phial out for Levi to take back.

"Nevermind," Levi mutters, and places it aside. "Stop it with that look. I promised, right? I'm not gonna let you mess up, or whatever you're afraid of."

"Never said I was afraid..." he drawls.

Levi can tell he's bullshitting, but he forgets to point it out as fingers from Furlan's clean hand stroke his taint, spreading the lube. "It's more like I'm not gonna let you stop me from making this good for you."

As if on cue, Levi's cock gently throbs as Furlan's strokes turn firm, and slide up to close his palm on his heavy balls, lathering them.

"Fuck you're an idiot—if you think, think that—"

Furlan squeezes, and oils his cock up next. Other fingers brush his hole. He feels himself tighten up on instinct, the contact pulling a shiver from him.

"—that this is bad for me," Levi finishes weakly, overwhelmed by pleasant tingles down his spine and the growing heat kindling brighter below. It doesn't even seem like Furlan is listening—instead he's studying all of Levi's reactions. Seeing what he likes. What elicits less.

"I'm gonna start now. With one." He kisses Levi's knee, and shuffles forward.

"Fuck. Fine."

Despite his thorough warning, Furlan's middle finger pushing past his rim makes him tense, clenching down on the unfamiliar feeling. It doesn't hurt, but it's weird.

"You're okay?"

"Ngh."

He pushes to the first knuckle, and out. It's a tiny thrust, barely anything. Levi moans under his breath.

"More?" Furlan for some reason sounds breathless.

"Y...Yeah. I'm not fragile. You're fine."

The second... then third knuckle. Levi hides the upper half of his face behind his elbow as he figures out whether he likes it or not. His body is constantly betraying him by fluttering around it, but he can't say it's unpleasant.

Furlan strokes Levi's wide thigh, and keeps his eyes on the faces he's making—all he can see, anyway. "How's it feel?"

Levi lowers his elbow. "...Like you have your finger in my ass. It's fine."

Furlan's hand wraps around his cock. "What about now?"

He gasps, and feels his walls clench down much tighter in response, again betraying him. He nods, too distracted to properly answer.

"I really like it... how sensitive you are. I'm adding another now, okay?"

Levi gets stuck on that first sentence and almost misses the question. "Mhm..."

He's hot and light all over as a second finger slides in beside the other, stretching him for the first time. He hides his face again, this time dragging a pillow over.

It's beginning to actually... feel like something. Furlan's fingers aren't thin, but long regardless, and so fill him so nicely, deep inside, combined with his hand around his cock. Levi bites down hard on his lip so an embarrassing noise doesn't escape.

Furlan keeps talking, slowly. "It doesn't seem like you would be so sensitive, right?—You're so rigid all the time..."

"'m not," he pants. "Rigid..."

"Heh. But you start shaking as soon as I touch you. Like this:"—his thumb dips into Levi's wet slit, and uncontrollably, he pinches his brows and shakes—"It's so fucking hot. And they feel big, right? They have to be, when you're this tight."

He has them pushed in to the second knuckle. They circle Levi's twitching rim when he pulls back, before burying right back in again, faster now.

His breath hitches embarrassingly loud. Every word makes Levi feel special, embarrassed, and at the same time dazed.

"Is it good?"

Levi nods, biting down on his tongue behind the pillow. All Furlan can see is his closed eyes.

And he doesn’t tear it off. Doesn’t even point out what Levi’s doing. That feels even better than what Furlan’s doing to him right now.

God, he's so hard. With how careful Furlan is taking this, he doesn't see how it could hurt for a second. Maybe that's why, going into it, Levi figured it'd be quick.

He feels a touch of guilt for that. Pain or not, he hates to waste Furlan's time, which Furlan can't argue with... After all, he's getting nothing out of this so far.

Furlan's fingers curl, yanking Levi out of his thoughts with a heated groan. His fist hasn't slowed, even as it throbs, making Levi's hips tilt.

For the first time in a while, he opens his eyes, embarrassed by the cum that's streamed down Furlan's knuckles.

"Faster," Levi requests, and adjusts so he can sink onto Furlan's fingers, not the other way around. "You're taking too long. I'm ready."

"Wait."

He tries to make a warning noise, but it only sounds whiny.

Furlan's fingers and the stretch disappears, and the emptiness that remains is horrible. Levi's eyes fly open, prepared to object, when the lube appears in Furlan's shaking hand. He reached for it himself.

Between his thighs, Levi catches Furlan's swollen neglected cock, bright fuchsia, dripping onto the towel.

"I said hurry up," Levi huffs, raising his hips. He's so hard his dick feels like it's about to fall off. Back to the pillow, craving something to hold onto.

Too close, he thinks. In three short pumps, that'd probably be it for him, and then where would they be? Wasting more time, that's where. Even though he's never had a problem with coming more than once with Furlan.

"I am. Three, now. Are you so impatient 'cause you're close?"

Three, this time, bury inside him. Slick just enough for perfect friction, to stretch, but not to slide too easily.

A groan bubbles up in his chest. He lowers the pillow, still hugging it. "Th-That's not... not the problem..."

Furlan's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "So what is the problem?"

"I'm ready," he replies petulantly, and grinds down on them himself. "This is a giant waste of your time by now..."

"Levi..." But he indulges him, and increases the pace.

It stings a little.

But so what? he catches himself thinking.

Before he remembers.

"It just stings... some."

The fingers slow inside him. "I'm warning you," Furlan says in a quiet tone. "Not to rush me."

Levi's brows knit, and his eyes open. "Or what?"

"If you just looked, you'd know I'm turned on right now. Maybe you're wasting time by complaining.

"If you keep rushing me..." His fingers curl, and maintain shallow thrusts as he speeds up, encouraging Levi's hastening gasps. Furlan's fist reappears, tighter now, and faster. "I'm gonna make you come. I know you can take one more. Maybe even two."

He barely even hears the word come. His quick breaths leave him in huffs as the reality of his nearing climax begins to catch up with his shitty attitude. Thrusting to meet Furlan's hand becomes something beyond his control.

Furlan leans forward even more, to keep Levi's thighs from twitching closed. It's like Furlan to be so daring, but not in bed. It fuels Levi's helplessness in a way, and gives him what he needs, he thinks. Someone to put him in his place. Furlan's taking his say out of it, which is somehow—fuck, it's good.

Levi gasps rapidly, and pins the pillow to his chest, "Shut up shut up shut—up."

"Does it still sting?"

"No," he moans, too high-pitched. His head tosses back and forth as his thighs tense and tremble. "You have to stop. I'm gonna come."

Then the loudest gasp of all finds him. Some spot Furlan brushes against drags a cry out of him as fiery heat from below brings—hurls Levi at the edge.

And it's not some fluke. It's brushed again, forcing Levi tighter and stealing the control over his voice.

"Fuck, fuck Furlan. Don't—stop that."

"Don't stop?"

"Fuck fuck fuck," he whispers.

Jaw slack, Levi pants at the ceiling and reels. He doesn't know what that is, but it's too good to be worth stopping and thinking about.

"Oh," Furlan moans. His thrusts turn pointed. "Right here?"

"Don't. P-Please. Don't." His fingers wrench at the sheets.

"Shit," Furlan whispers.

Sometimes, Levi still doesn't know his own strength when it comes to the pleasure Furlan gives him. Distantly, he knows he's thrashing.

Furlan's hand vanishes from his cock and pins down his abdomen, which means nothing as his fingers apply brutal pressure, tight and quick without the least bit hesitation, and Levi is fucking coming before he can even say I'm.

His climax drops on top of him like a ton of bricks, and makes light flash behind his eyes. It's too hot, way too fucking good. He finds himself arching, pushing again Furlan's arm, and his head thrown back, a full, loud moan bursting from his chest.

"Ah, Levi..."

Void of thought, he shakes and grinds to meet Furlan's fingers. All he needs is Furlan rubbing that spot to come hard. It should be unnatural to feel this good. His hips jerk and his cock pulses with each load, all over his stomach. Streaking as far as the dip in his sternum.

He whimpers pitifully as his back lowers back down, but Furlan isn't slowing. He is panting.

Levi's thighs start to quake, and a complaint dies on his tongue. He's oversensitive to the lightest stroke; tingles shoot up from his lower half that are almost pain, but no pain Levi has ever felt was addicting.

"God—dammit," he whines tightly. The way Furlan has him pinned, he can barely writhe. He feels mindless.

"You came so hard—I wasn't even touching you," he breathes, sounding almost amazed. "Still don't want me to stop?"

His firm, pointed rubbing, combined with the way Furlan gently strokes his waist, drives Levi out of his mind until he's keening from the overstimulation. It's too hard to tell. It's tender. Painful-good. Even loving. A short stream of cum oozes down Levi's shaft as it twitches back to life. It never went soft.

"Talk to me, Lev'."

"S..." He throws his head back. "...Too... Fucking can't."

Furlan finally eases up a little, making his strokes light instead. Levi suffers a full-body shiver.

"Slow down," he requests, this time in a way that makes sense. "Other than that it's good."

Furlan's fingers retreat from that spot entirely, and spread instead, stretching him again. Levi feels himself relax as chaste kisses melt against his quaking thigh.

"Good... It doesn't hurt, right?"

"No," he rasps, and loosens up on that damn pillow. It's damp now, and flat, and so he nudges it aside. He ends up touching Furlan's wrist, and gnarls his other hand in the sheets.

"Mhm?"

He cracks his eyes open. When he sees that naked affection on Furlan's face, he wishes he had the pillow back.

But too late.

"Fuck... mmh... no. It's. Good..."

Furlan whispers in a way that implies he doesn't want Levi to hear when he calls him beautiful. Levi's eyes screw shut.

Furlan's fingers piston slowly, as deep as possible. "But do you think you're done? I'll stop, if you don't wanna go again."

Levi shakes his head lazily, his hand wandering down and wrapping around his softened cock. The slippery squelching sounds. He shudders out a sigh. "Nah..."

"Yeah?" A kiss to the center of Levi's chest.

"I'm good."

"Okay. Good."

Furlan drags his lips down his navel, straying to certain scars old and aged the color of milk, tonguing at a raised line, then nuzzling the dark, curly hairs. His tongue spreads flat, and licks. Lapping up the thick, sticky white while Levi watches on, always stunned when Furlan pulls stunts like this.

He doesn't even do it for Levi's peace of mind, he thinks. Licking, sucking, tasting him is just something Furlan likes doing.

Which is embarrassing as it is nice, because Levi is the same way. It's difficult to get enough of Furlan. And scary, is what that is—he has too much experience with loss to feel anything less—but he doesn't have to think about it while Furlan is here, a solid weight between his legs, and doing these things to him.

Furlan... definitely—Levi sighs tightly as his tongue touches his sensitive tip—has a thing for his thighs, too. He stops fondling himself to cradle Furlan's flaming cheek.

And notices the hunched way Furlan's kneeling as—with his navel and dick now slick and shiny from where Furlan's mouth has been—he goes lower. Levi's neck hurts just to watch him.

"Wait," he mumbles.

Furlan stops quickly, so Levi can adjust quickly—pushing that pillow behind his head so he's not stuck staring at the ceiling with his back flat on the mattress when he raises his knees, so the tops touch his pecs.

Levi explains, "I didn't lie when I said I was flexible. This angle's better for you, right?"

Furlan seems stunned as his eyes rake him, down to everything exposed before his eyes. Levi's slick cock hard and laying on his pelvis, down his curves and parted cheeks, and his pink hole, puffy and shiny from the oil.

Furlan wants to blurt out that he likes Levi a lot, or something. He nods rapidly instead, then leans down and closes his mouth on Levi's heavy balls, sucking eagerly.

"Fuck fuck." His hand sinks into thick blond locks. "Oh. That's it..."

His taint seems like such an unassuming spot... so maybe it's just Levi that curls his toes and gasps when it's licked. He can feel him on both sides.

"You..."

Levi is stuck between you don't have to and what're you doing? when Furlan's heavy tongue laps into his rim, replacing his fingers, and pushes inside with ease.

A needy whimper—or cry, Levi can't hear himself over this stretch—is torn from his throat as Furlan groans, and buries his tongue in deep. The thrusting motions make him grab for Furlan's hair, his legs wiggling in useless attempts to close.

Furlan grips Levi's ass, working his palms in and spreading him open as he shamelessly explores.

A real cry has Levi slapping his hand over his mouth when the sucking motions begin, and he hears the slurping. So wet it'd be disgusting if it didn't bring his cock back to throbbing so fast.

A moan bursts from Furlan's chest as Levi both pushes on his head and grinds his ass down, so his nose is snug with his taint and Levi gets the full girth of his tongue. Those whines and high-pitched nosies don't even sound like Levi, and Furlan being the one to drag them out makes him burn.

"I'm ready, I'm ready Furlan, Furlan, ready—" he babbles. "Fucking c'mon you can't make me come again, can't, n' just, fuck your tongue—"

Furlan's head spins. Levi's hole is getting tight on him, and he's just getting louder. It'd be so fucking easy to make him come again.

"Please."

He barely pulls off in time to let Levi down from the very edge.

Levi's legs are shaking. He has the base of his blushing cock in a tight fist, and, a mess dribbling down his knuckles again. He barely managed to hold it together, and it shows.

"Sorry... I kinda got carried away," Furlan huffs, stroking his thighs. His hole is even puffier than before, still clenching.

"That's one word for it." He flicks Furlan's ear affectionately. "I'm ready, I said. Come here."

Furlan's weight feels safe and familiar on top again. One glance down is enough for Levi to see he probably doesn't need more oil, but Furlan reaches for it.

He watches. It's a little hypnotizing. The snick of the stopper. The instant tightening of his expression when Furlan gets his dick in a loose fist, and slowly pumps.

"I could've done that," Levi mumbles. It feels like he's done nothing but lay here while Furlan made him come once, almost twice, with his tongue in his ass, of all things.

Furlan's glazed eyes focus on him. "I know, but no. I mean... to be honest... I think I'd come if you touched me right now."

Levi's eyes bulge. "Then how do you expect to fuck me?"

"I guess I didn't think that far ahead," Furlan chuckles in defeat.

Levi deadpans, and lowers his knees as he pulls and sends Furlan crashing down on top of him. First, he slams their lips together, and calls him an idiot between those kisses.

Second, "Stop worrying so much... I bet you could take one more... right? Maybe even two."

Using Furlan's words against him is a gratifying feeling, especially when he gives in instantly by laughing, forcing their lips apart.

Furlan gazes into his eyes. "'kay... I'll go slow anyway. I'm pretty sure it'll be a lot at first. Even after all that."

"If you say so," he says, with no bite behind it.

Levi bends his knees. His shins touch Furlan's waist, both hands gripping his biceps.

Furlan eyes his grip... and takes one hand down beside Levi's shoulder on the bed. It doesn't move. He's holding his hand.

Levi can only stand to hold eye contact for a moment, and then urges him forward with his heel. "Don't make me tell you again."

Levi's free hand falls to help pin him open, since Furlan only has one free too, to guide himself. They inhale at the same time.

The first push into his rim, the heat and the instant stretch has Levi gasp. It's immediately the most intense thing he's ever felt, done—doesn't matter. "Ah."

Furlan's whiny sigh washes over his face as he eases inside, and rocks back about halfway. Shallow at first.

If Furlan grips his hand any harder, he'll break his fingers. Levi holds tighter.

"It'sgood," Levi gasps, predicting the question. "I'm good. You good?"

"I'm—I'm good." Furlan stoops over him a little more, his arm settling by his head. "You feel... really good." His head lowers to his neck "You're so fucking tight, baby, shit Levi..."

Levi makes an eager noise of agreement as Furlan's lips land on his, barely moving. Kissing just for the sake of it.

Levi groans. The stretch grows absurdly sweet and tight, and then he has it all. Furlan's cock is buried inside him. He's here. Furlan's hips kissing his, and their breaths beating over each other's faces.

"Need... move," Levi mumbles, nosing his cheek. "If you're ready I need you to..."

Their sweaty bodies are pressed from their chests to Levi's ankles crossed behind Furlan's lower back. Furlan's navel pins Levi's cock, creating delicious friction at the slightest movement.

And the movements are slight. Levi needs more, but he hears Furlan constantly, moaning down his throat, swift gasps when he pulls out to leave Levi almost empty, and slams back in so his balls clap against flesh. Their hands squeeze as he stays there, grinding as deep as he can go.

The moan shakes its way out of Levi as Furlan's hips roll, grind in circles, and he can tell, can just tell Furlan is struggling to hold it together. Whining, with his blue heavy eyes struggling to stay cracked open.

It's so full, heavy and warm everywhere—that he can't imagine how overwhelming it is for Furlan to maintain this controlled a pace.

"Faster," Levi demands. He tosses his arm over his shoulders and digs his heels in.

Furlan moans, louder with the next shallow, devastating flurry of thrusts. "I can't I can't—Levi, I won't last."

"Don't care. I—f-fuck—don't care," he speaks hotly into his ear, and tilts his hips. Shivers shake his bones. He rakes his blunt nails down Furlan's back, embracing the feeling of his shifting muscles and mangled scars. "You can come. Come inside me. You've been so fucking careful, you worked yourself up too much, so you better fuck me now like you mean it."

Furlan clings to him and opens his eyes. There's an intensity in them Levi's never seen before, and then all sense of pace dissolves. He cages Levi in, humping in jerky, desperate strokes. Muffled in his neck, Levi can't tell if Furlan is babbling or cursing.

Even though he's losing control, it feels so fucking good. The friction sends sweet volts of pleasure down his cock while Furlan uses him.

Levi raises one of his knees back, giving Furlan more room. He knows the techniques, what to do, which might as well go to use a little.

"Deeper," Levi grunts. "I can handle it."

"Fuckokay." There's a brief reprieve to his pace as Furlan leans up and slides his palm into the bend of Levi's knee, leaving his foot to dangle helplessly in the air.

Groans burst from them both as Furlan's cock suddenly rams in much deeper. It even feels even bigger than before. Levi struggles to close his gaping mouth as their joined hands lands beside Levi's head.

"Mm, shit..." Furlan's slams in. "I'm coming."

Levi feels it in his core and his curled toes, through his dizzy mind as Furlan tenses on top of him, and his hips jerk to a pause.

His eyes roll back. "Levi."

"Ah."

Hammering thrusts resume messier than ever. He ends up pinning Levi to the whining mattress, his leg bent bak as his cock gushes inside.

Levi moans sweetly from the feeling, and simply clings onto any piece of Furlan he can get as his moans fill his ear, and he rides out the rest.

He holds on desperately, decides he likes the feeling of Furlan coming inside him.

But he didn't come. So why is his heart trembling as Furlan's passionate lips land on his, and his hips slow to rocking?

Sex. Levi still doesn't understand this, or his own feelings. He's witnessed the aftermath a hundred times, so he doesn't understand why it feels so comfortable, and warm, and impossible to resist holding onto Furlan tight. Who knew it could be like this?

It must be because Levi likes him.

When Furlan stills to an exhausted stop, his full weight falls down on top of him.

That urgent sense of getting away as fast as he can is quiet at least. Levi kisses his temple, then the top of his head as Furlan lets his leg down, and they lay, still connected.

It's still hard. Levi wants to squirm, the way his dick is trapped, but he holds off. Their hands relax. His fingers ache dully, but he decides it's a good ache.

Furlan raises his head. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to get that rough."

"Ye—Yeah." He's surprised at the tightness in his throat. He swallows to break it down, and tries to rationalize it.

It was good. Furlan is perfect at pausing and all the talking. So intense aside, he doesn't understand why he's emotional.

Furlan leans, and furrows his brows. The satisfaction on his face before is gone. "Hey... Are you crying?"

"It didn't hurt. It was good," he struggles to answer, and covers his face. A silent cry gets through. "I'm not. Fronting. It was good. Stop staring. Sto-Stop."

Furlan kisses his forehead in a ghostly press, and works himself out of him carefully. The emptiness that replaces him is still unsatisfying.

Would he still be emotional if it wasn't? There's nothing here worth feeling sad about, and he knows he's worrying the hell out of Furlan for this, but he can't explain it. The embarrassing need to weep recedes slowly.

"It's okay." He nudges Levi's attention back towards him, where he pecks his lips in a soft, simply kiss, under his clenched fist draped across his eyes.

"Nothing's wrong, Furlan," he whispers.

"I think... it could normal to be emotional if it was good, maybe," he suggests.

Confused, Levi viciously wipes, then opens his eyes. They shine as they search Furlan's. "What?"

"How else do you explain it?" he asks. He looks open to suggestions. "And I don't think I feel... that differently from you, so. There's that."

Levi stares a moment longer, processing that crying can be a good thing, and relaxes. Same as Furlan.

They settle like that, in peace. Levi sighs, his nostrils flaring, and squirms the slightest bit. He's messy, and sticky. His ass feels weird. Either he has to wait for his dick to go down before getting up, or...

Furlan strokes his cheek. "Lay down on your side? I'll do it properly this time if you want."

His eyes crack open. "So you do have another in you."

The side of Furlan's mouth quirks as his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.

Levi shares the same look for just a moment before rolling on his side, leaving as much space for Furlan on the towel as possible in its wrinkled, soiled state.

When he raises his leg, he winces in disgust as the shift makes more ooze out of him.

"Don't overdo it if you can't handle something," Levi reminds him. "Your dick is probably raw."

A soft kiss is pressed to his nape. "I think I can handle you."

"You think?"

"Gonna do it now."

"Hm." Levi curves his back and forces his limbs to relax. He knows what to do.

Furlan touches his hip. Levi's heart skips a beat as the soft tip pushes past his rim like it's nothing. Furlan takes his time, still determined to be careful even though he's barely hard and it's plenty wet. The slight stretch seeps the tension from Levi's bones.

Furlan sighs wetly. They both feel him throb. Getting hard won't take long, but Levi relishes this quiet, intimate moment, simply being connected. They're spooning, as if this was some ordinary night. Before Furlan, he'd think this would be pointless.

Levi nibbles on his raw lip—already tender from that exact thing—to stay quiet. Furlan's heavy breaths wash over his shoulder.

Levi links their fingers, and hums faintly as things start to shift. He's forced to adjust as Furlan is getting harder. Anticipation and excitement roils around in his chest, feeling it twitch, and begin to swell.

"How does it feel?" Furlan whispers. Levi feels his tongue, then his teeth against his tender neck.

He's gripped by a shiver. Always his neck. "Good. Ah..." He reaches back and buries his fingers in Furlan's hair. "Getting harder..."

Furlan's voice shakes as he utters even quieter, "You take it so well."

The praise washes over Levi like a wave. He lets it with a barely-restrained whine. Take it so well.

Their breathing is heavier. Laying on his thigh, Levi watches as it twitches, straining, even.

"More," Levi whispers, not knowing what he's asking for.

"M... More what?"

"Hah... How's it feel?"

"You? Soft, and warm. And so tight. You feel so fucking good. I could fucking live inside you, Levi," Furlan moans. His hips barely rock as he guides their hands down, around Levi's base, pumping slowly, together. "You get tighter when I talk..."

His voice is raspy, but needy all the same. Levi wants more of that voice.

"Shut up," Levi mewls. His hips twitch, rocking on Furlan's cock and their fists at the same time. He tries to be silent by locking his throat, but Furlan is fucking him now, and he won't stop talking.

"I wonder what it'll feel like..." He sighs shakily. "Making you come. Feeling you come. I could barely fuck you with my fingers earlier."

"Fuck."

"Good?"

"Yeah."

Furlan pace is steady now, light, but deep. It gives Levi delightful chills every time Furlan's balls gently slap, and faintly squelch. It's like this is... not even for anything. No end in mind. It's like...

Levi squeezes his hand tight, swallowing heavily, and melts into Furlan's hold. "It feels good, sweetheart."

"Yeah?" he whimpers. "For me, too... Half the time I can't even hold you still. But I like it when you lose control like that. You deserve... deserve to come that hard."

"M-Mm..."

Levi forgets what he said about wanting him to shut up. He almost wants to believe him. His voice is addicting. Low, hitched but smooth, like the barely-concealed eagerness in their fists. Words spill from Furlan like he believes what he's saying with just enough uncertainty of how Levi will react. Maybe Levi likes proving him wrong. Maybe the praise is doing it for him.

Levi bites his lip hard as their sweaty temples press together. It still embarrasses him to make requests. "Harder..."

"Bend your knee more, and... Yeah. Good. Good, baby."

"Fuck me," Levi moans. His head falls back against Furlan's shoulder. "Fuck me. Plea—Fuck me."

"I am. I'm taking care of you."

Furlan hammers in more firmly, but without his thrusts getting shallow. When he pushes back in, Levi gets to feel all of it. Filling him over and over. As the speed grows, Levi's gasps do too. Their laziness from earlier has worn away to—

Levi jerks. His hand freezes on his cock, a moan pouring out of him. "There. Shit, yeah, there—"

His hold on Furlan's hand tightens as his head falls back, quivering.

Too much. Need more.

"Fucking—right there?" Furlan grunts. His fist briefly disappears and picks up Levi's thigh, steadying him. "Right there, baby?"

He shudders, groaning tight and strained. "Yeah. Keep going."

Furlan grunts. Harder. Levi's fist pumps faster. He's pinning him open like he did earlier, and every last inch he feels slamming into that spot quickly makes him lose his mind.

"Getting so tight... That's it. You're perfect."

Levi hears himself make a noise he's never heard out of himself. He didn't think his voice could get so whiny. His fingers are nothing compared to this.

His cheeks feel hot as his mind, the noises hitting his ear, and, and the constant wet slapping get away from him, leaving this pleasure in his blood, building, building. "Furlan... Furlan, 'm getting close."

Furlan breathes heavy and shudders with him. "Lev'. Please. Please."

Then Furlan's fist reappears, quickly catching up with Levi's quick pace. He hears himself make another noise he didn't think possible and grinds his teeth, trying to stay still while the trembling grows, his gasps, the explosive heat. His peak is right there.

Furlan moans so sweetly, dripping with need. "Are you coming, baby?"

Levi comes. Every muscle goes rigid, and then he's dissolving into shakes as the loudest and most shameless noise he's ever made falls out of his gaping mouth. Even the squealing mattress isn't as loud.

He hears Furlan's gasp in his ear, "Fucking good boy."

"Fuck!" he wails, his hips jumping into their fists as he spills all over himself.

This is the most intense thing he's ever felt.

It feels like that first wave, the one that shatters lasts forever with Furlan's unrelenting fucking. Levi's eyes roll back, unable to smother himself or stop his jerky thrashing. Furlan has to pin him back again.

He's clenching so tight he's fucking whimpering by the time he can even remotely make out what filth Furlan's speaking in his ear. He shouts when his hips freeze, and Furlan comes right after, moaning Levi's name. The sound echoes around his mind.

Levi shakes. His toes curl as wet heat explodes inside him for the second time. He can't tell if he's still coming, or if he's overstimulated and going crazy from it.

It throbs weakly the last time, a few more pathetic drops oozing from Levi's tip before it's over, and they both drop back down.

That wonderfully drained feeling settles in Levi's blood. He straightens his leg, stunned he has so little strength to lift it. It's nice. The only thing stopping him from dozing off is the swamp that is the sheets, and the sticky mess they've made of each other... and his instincts telling him that relaxed is a dangerous feeling.

They catch their breath back slowly. It takes Levi longer. That feeling, the one that makes him feel he's made of glass, reappears in his throat. He swallows to dissolve it.

He pushes his bangs, pasted to his forehead, off his wet eyes, and feels Furlan's lips in his hair. The next moment, his soft dick slips out of him. The emptiness now leaves him with a deep, burning satisfaction instead of any longing.

"You okay?"

Levi sniffles. "Sticky." He wrinkles his nose, and eyes the towel, which has been crinkled and shoved, laying precariously over the edge of the bed. So much for that.

"Wait." Furlan reaches over, and takes his cheek. It sounds brittle. "You sure?"

Levi avoids it, even more disgusted with his own naked vulnerability. He's getting emotional again. "Yes. I promised, remember? Like you said... it was good."

"...'kay." He relaxes.

Levi squirms, then. "My ass feels weird."

"...Bad weird or good weird?"

"How am I supposed to know...? Feels like someone fucked me just now... So I'm pretty sure that's nothing to worry about."

Furlan's smile kisses his shoulder, but he doesn't truly relax again.

"You good?" Levi murmurs.

"Yeah. I mean. Yes."

Levi feels another conundrum coming on. It feels like he could melt back into Furlan. Their first time, they laid together for ages, but that was the first time. If they do it quick, they usually separate to clean up within a minute.

And back then, clients were gone in under that. Never spoke.

Furlan lays his arm over him, his chest, away from most of the mess, and nudges his leg between Levi's. They're cuddling. This is the way they sleep sometimes. If a little tighter than that.

"Seriously though... Um."

"Should I get up?" Levi asks quietly, brows drawn.

His hold slackens. "If you want to... You can."

That answer sounds a little too distant for their proximity, so Levi backs into him even closer, and pulls Furlan's arm back in place. "You're saying that that's not what I'm supposed to do."

"Wanting to—"

"Getting up. Leaving."

"Oh," he says quietly. "No."

Levi silently sighs in relief. "If you say so."

"Tell me something. That was a lot, and I'd just... you know, if it was good for you like it was me."

He wants to ask if Furlan noticed how hard he came just now, but he turns his head instead, frowning, and kisses him. Soft, once. Twice. He searches his tired blue eyes. "Look. Of all things to feel insecure about, that's not one. What do you have to worry about, about me leaving?"

Furlan's eyes dart away at the question. "I don't..." His brows scrunch. "Well, I like you. And you're kind of all I got now. And... shit, I don't really know."

Levi lets another beat of silence pass. Taking the edge of the towel, he wipes his navel and thighs, enough to hold him over for now, and turns over to properly give Furlan his attention. He still feels a little overwhelmed, but it's better when Furlan immediately welcomes him into his arms. If certainty is what Furlan wants, Levi will give the best he can.

"It didn't hurt. It was good. I'd do it again... along with all that shit you said."

Furlan blushes scarlet. He smiles weakly. "Don't make fun of me for saying it, and I won't make fun of the way you reacted."

His eyes roll. "...Right... You got nothing to worry about, unless I have something I need to do different next time."

"No, no." He tightens the embrace. "It was really good. And thanks for that."

Levi relaxes more. It takes him a little longer to nod. He's not in the mood for more discussion or repeating himself, unless it involves a bath, so he lets himself be held.

"...So we can just..."

"Not state the obvious."

"Bath in a bit."

Levi exhales, a little chuckle, and melts into his arms. "Good answer."

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amywritesthings · 4 days

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Hi babe! Congrats for one year of Silver Underground! 🎶

I was wondering if you could write a little Drabble or one shot of James and Levi in the early days of their relationship. Maybe it’s still a secret from Isabelle and Farlan, and they almost get caught…you know…😏

Love you, Bestie!!😘

hello, my dearest Sailor! Your wish is my command. xo

down bad. / levi ackerman x f!reader

word count: 1.3k summary: you and levi secretly make out before furlan/isabel get home. that's it, that's the horny plot. tags: 18+ minors dni! pre-aot timeline, heavy petting, making out, dry humping, mentions of sex, secret relationship, interruptions, set in the silver underground universe credit: @saradika-graphics for dividers

“Huh.”

You hear Levi’s voice echo from the living room as you climb the stairs to your apartment.

The anticipation of a shower after making deals with some of the cretins of the Underground has kept your tired feet propelling forward, onward, until they come to a stop at the mouth of the door.

One after the other, you kick your boots off beside Levi’s discarded pair to pad gently across the wooden floorboards in dark socks.

He reappears from his bedroom with a furrowed expression, brow holding his apprehension.

“They’re not home.”

He points a thumb behind his shoulder.

The silence corroborates his findings.

By now, Isabel would have launched herself from your shared bedroom proclaiming sorrow without the two of you around. Furlan barely ever left the living room, and there are only so many places he could go in such a cramped space.

As you drag the apartment’s front door closed and locked, you wipe your hands off on your trousers.

“Where could they be?” you inquire. “I thought they were supposed to meet with that one asshole tomorrow.”

“They are. Maybe they went shopping for food,” he suggests, rolling up his white sleeves to the point of his elbow on the right arm. “Furlan owes you anyway.”

“It was one stolen leftover, Levi.”

“Still owes you,” he chides, fixing up his left arm’s sleeves after. “Doesn’t matter.”

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and stand in the silence.

No one talks.

Someone should, but —

You’re still not used to this — balancing what the hell it means to be James, the friend, and the James that kisses Levi in the shadows.

It’s only been a few times.

A lie — under fifty isn’t a few.

Maybe a hundred, if stolen pecks in passing when you both know the risks qualifies.

At this point, you’ve lost count how many times the two of you have made out. And losing count means that the two of you are prone for mistakes.

(A lack of judgment, if you will.)

Because as soon as it hits — no one’s home — eyes of twin curiosity connect across the room.

At the same moment, at the exact same time, an idea passes telepathically. An argument.

We shouldn’t.

We never tried in the house.

We always—

Too late.

He propels towards you with the urgency of losing you and your feet slide against the floorboards with urgency.

Your head tilts and he follows suits, and without an ounce of real thought, his lips claim yours.

Levi’s hands are already trying to open up your shirt, unbuttoning with certainty a starving man wouldn’t have.

You aren’t as controlled — your hands fumble with his vest, angry at the little notches for giving you a problem. “Don’t worry about me,” he mumbles against your mouth, his tongue experimentally poking out to flicker against your lower lip.

“But—”

He abandons your lips and kisses the tiny gemstone on your sternum to make you gasp; a sign of worship, leaving an offering to an altar he created.

Obediently your head drops back, too focused on the heat traveling up your collarbone to your neck.

His lips are always so careful, as if somehow if he presses too hard he’ll bruise you.

It doesn’t matter how many times your hands grip at your hips.

It doesn’t matter how many times he backs you into a wall—

Or in this case, a table.

Your hips hit the kitchenette table, faltering your stance. His strong hands find purchase on the plush of your thighs.

“Fall back.”

You pull away from the kiss to finally survey those blue-gray eyes, stormy and benevolent all the same.

Both of your chests heave, though yours is half-revealed and there’s a pink hue of a blush crawling across his cheeks to his ears.

“Wait, what?” you ask him in a huff.

He nods once, lifting your legs only a little for emphasis. “You’re not gonna break it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m— there are about a dozen other things I’m worried about,” you shout in a whisper. “I don't give a fuck about the integrity of the table."

"Good," he decides, and leans back in for a kiss.

Your hand blocks his lips from finding yours.

"I wasn't done talking," you say. "The other dozen things, Levi, like when are they going to get—”

“I don’t care,” he rasps, too far gone. “We’ll hear the lock.”

“Will we?”

“Yeah.”

“And if we don’t—”

“I’m covering you.”

“Barely.”

“Enough.”

“But the table—”

"So you do care about the table?"

"Well, no, but if it—"

“Fuck the table, James,” he groans, so unlike him that the arousal shoots to your core.

Timid in the moment, you scoot your rear end to the table’s edge and fall back. His arm catches your back to ease you down, but not without kissing down your throat again to pull a short cry from your lips.

His other hand pulls your thigh with him so he can slot his hips between yours, and you both lose your breath at the heated connection of his hips to yours.

You haven’t gotten that far yet, but you damn well wish you could.

His head lifts from your neck so he can stare at your eyes, stalling for content, as the hand on your thigh lifts it.

There’s nothing hotter than your knee caging in his hip, and his hand keeping it there. Nothing.

“You’re wasting time,” you growl in return, dragging him in from the white collar of his shirt.

He grunts in appreciation and hovers over you, pleased with himself now that you’re virtually beneath him.

His lips find yours, chin tilting to deepen the action.

Your moan vibrates against his mouth, causing his hand on your thigh to clench the flesh.

You want everything.

In that moment, you realize you’ll do just about anything if it means you get to have him.

Late night trysts, early morning sparring kisses, midday dry humps—

The best kept secret of your entire life.

His hips experimentally roll against yours, and you both moan — probably louder than you ought to. It doesn’t matter, because it spurs him to try it again. Again, again—

And when your hand boldly reaches for his belt, something clicks.

Not in your brain, but at the door.

Trained ears force Levi off of your body, lips and cheeks equal parts reddened.

He whips his attention to the door, fixing his clothes and clearing his breath.

“Calm it with that key, would you?” he calls, voice a little more gruff than before.

He strides across the room, buying you time to fly off of the table and re-button your shirt in your own bedroom.

When you catch your eye, he mouths sorry — but the shit-eating smirk on his face tells you otherwise.

“We’re trying!” Isabel. Shit. You know that whine anywhere.

Levi’s palm slams against the door frame from the other side. “Give me a sec, I’ll open it.”

“Why?” Furlan. He sounds perplexed more than anything. “I almost had the door—”

“You’re gonna break it,” Levi flatly tells him, before finally opening the door.

When you ‘enter’ the room, Furlan and Isabel pour into the apartment with their arms full of bags and nearly-fresh produce. You yawn, padding barefoot.

“Sorry, took a nap,” you lie, stretching your limbs overhead. “Where were you two again?”

“Shopping!”

They chirp in unison, heading straight for the kitchen.

Your eyes meet Levi’s once more while you rearrange the chain of your necklace.

That smirk hasn’t left his face, even in the face of your friends.

All you respond with is a middle finger, rubbing against your nose.

One of these days—

Narrowly missed today, maybe, but one of these days they’re going to find out.

(And maybe one day it won’t be such a secret.)

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