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Original:  ❀  by  Setsuna

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Eren: *I give up so easily…*

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Rating: E Pairing: Levi/Eren Word count: 4.5k Additional tags: modern au, smut, explicit sexual content, top levi, bottom eren, light dom/sub, glove kink, light praise kink. More tags on AO3.

Summary: During the photoshoot, Eren wasn’t able to keep his eyes off of Levi and his gloves. Read the aftermath.

Author’s note: I blame this official art. The image of Levi wearing those gloves gave me an urge to write Eren with a (light) glove kink and almost one month later, I finally finished it! Music playlist.

Read on AO3 or below

Twisting and turning in his seat, Eren is trying his hardest to stay quiet with the boot pressed against his groin.

The situation on its own is driving him crazy. He’s naked from the waist down, completely bare and vulnerable, looking like a dog in heat with his hips jutting upwards, while his lover remains fully clothed.

Levi’s look is unreadable. Brows furrowed, eyes squinted. Yet, his cheeks betray his own desires. They’re pink, almost turning crimson, and the subtle layer of sweat resting on his forehead gives Eren hope that maybe, just maybe, he is as stirred up as he is.

It’s a long shot, but the thought comforts him. Makes him less aware of how pathetic he’s probably looking through Levi’s eyes, unable to control his ‘disgusting teenage hormones’ as Levi lakes to call them.

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It’s summer, so what better way to start off this blog than to include a, literally, hot prompt. 

Will they get sunburned from doing it outside of the privacy of their bedroom? Does their skin feel like it is set on fire every time the other touches them? A hot stinging pain from… wait. I’m running my mouth.

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Have fun, be creative and drown yourself in the amazing ship that’s ereri.

The sun is low over the roofs, casting a golden glow over the city. Soon, Levi will have to leave. But not quite yet. For now,there’s still a little coffee in the cups on the table, and a cigarette or two in the packet between them. For now, Levi doesn’t feel the least inclination to leave.

He props his chin in his hand and continues to listen to the man opposite of him. The warm, deep voice engulfs him, rises and falls, pulls him along like a brooke purling over pebbles and stones. Not that he understands a single word, but he doesn’t need to when he hears everything in their melody and rhythm. Sees it in elegant hands drawing whole worlds into the air.

Slender fingers hold a cigarette, and Levi steals it, earning a smile. They have been sharing the whole packet like this, and he’s feeling a little lightheaded. He’s been feeling lightheaded ever since he got lost in the streets of Paris, clutching a suitcase and not speaking a single word of French. Ever since this man approached him and offered help, all sparkling eyes and messy long hair, and just kept talking like it was the most natural thing in the world.

They ended up in this street café, and time is only a concept that exists beyond this table. The ebb and flow of other guests, the garçon frowning at their almost untouched coffee, the hubbub of conversation and street noise. The stranger is leaning back in his seat like they don’t exist. Like Levi is the only person in existence. He tucks a loose strand behind his ear, plucks the cigarette back from Levi’s fingers, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he does so, and every gesture holds meaning that only Levi can decipher.

Levi doesn’t want this moment to end. His fingers trace the rim of his saucer and he exhales smoke, lets the slightly bitter taste linger in his mouth. The sun has sunk beneath the roofs. Soon, Levi will have to leave. But not quite yet.

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I commissioned the wonderful @kaikakaze to let this idea come to life. I am in awe how much love, thought and work you put into this. Please give her some love and check out her commission info! The inspiration to the art and drabble was the song “je ne parle pas francais” by Namika (youtube, spotify).