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Whoopsie! My hand slipped~

FINALLY done with this one! Ever since seeing last weeks levihan moment, this popped into my head XD

Anyway, enjoy, I tried my best ^_^’

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). 

Wooh!! It’s been one hell of a hot minute since you sent this ask in! I’m so sorry for the wait, things have been so fucking crazy around here! Ahh, but I hope you enjoy what I have for you! <3

Part 4 of A Book of Drunk Eren (ft. Sober Levi)

Summary: Drunk Eren is an impatient little shit and Sober Levi is a teacher of value. Also, Armin should probably start running.

Eren was so fucking lucky. He had to be, otherwise he would be dead right now.

Levi could feel himself snapping, a thread fraying to signal that he was about to lose the last of his composure. His hands were curled into tight fists on his pillow, his eyes boring holes into the glowing blue numbers of his alarm clock. The piece of shit was mocking him, blinking and blinding, the light seering his eyes and burning into his brain.

3:17 am.

What an ungodly hour to be awake.

And it was all his fault.

Levi jolted yet again when Eren’s hands squeezed his bare ass, turning around slowly so that his glare could bore into his handsy lover’s dopey grin. “Eren. What. The. Fuck.” he growled through grit teeth, each word punctuated with bite and the wrath that was to be released in a few short seconds.

“Good morning, baby!” Eren slurred through his beaming smile, his bright green eyes glistening like gems in the dim moonlight. However, his eyebrows scrunched and his lips puckered in an adorable pout when he realized Levi wasn’t happy. “Why do you have the angry eyes? You know I’m scared of your angry eyes. And your angry voice.”

Levi sighed heavily in exasperation and tried to keep his face neutral, but his lips were still pulled into a taut frown. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Eren looked deep in thought for a long moment, so long that Levi thought he must’ve fallen asleep with his eyes open. But, of course, he didn’t. Eren perked up again, never ceasing in his playful kneading of Levi’s butt. “It’s, like, evening time. Why are you going to sleep so early? I’m horny, wake up.”

Levi couldn’t believe what he was hearing, except that he could.

He knew it had been a bad idea to let Eren go to Reiner and Bertolt’s engagement party alone. Hell, he knew it had been a bad idea to let him go at all. Of course he wanted Eren to be there to celebrate his friends, but Reiner’s parties always got a bit…out of hand. Levi couldn’t go because he had the early shift at work the next morning, but Armin–fucking Armin–had swore that he wouldn’t let Eren get too trashed.

Armin was a dearly trusted friend to the couple for years, so Levi believed him. If Armin said that Eren would only be allowed to have two drinks and that’s it, just enough to make him tipsy and tired, then that’s what would happen.

But just look what the cat dragged in.

Eren was so drunk that Levi could practically taste all the rum he had had when the younger of the two so much as breathed. He was wobbly and loopy and way too cute and too obnoxiously flirty to deal with right now. And what was that all over his shirt that looked so sticky? Disgusting. It had better have been some kind of gross jello shot and not his, or anyone else’s, vomit.

Wait just a fucking second, Levi thought angrily to himself. Is that my shirt? Is that my fucking shirt?!

Levi sighed again and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut in the desperation for this be be some silly dream. “It’s after three in the morning, Eren. You need to go to sleep.”

Eren groaned in frustration, rolling on his back with his limbs splayed out in exasperation. Eren was far too over-dramatic for his own good sometimes. “So I don’t get any dick at all?”

Gritting his teeth, Levi made the decision that he was going to do two things in the morning. First, he was going to call in sick at work. They would just have to manage without him. Two, he was going to find and kill Armin for putting him in this position in the first place. Eren would have to forgive him later.

“Come here, darling.” Levi purred seductively, having pushed down his anger in order to seduce his whiny boyfriend.

But Eren didn’t need much seducing, he never did. Lips were on lips instantly, teeth clashing and tongues licking their ways into the other’s mouth. The kiss was definitely sloppy, full of heat and lust, the taste of spiced rum on Eren’s lips being more of a turn on than Levi would care to admit. It was a little disgusting, but Levi felt himself melting back into the mattress as Eren clumsily straddled his hips.

Levi broke the kiss to roughly roll them over, pressing Eren’s back against the bed as he nipped and sucked purple hickeys into the beautifully tanned skin of his long-time lover. “You want me to fuck you, Eren?”

“Yes!” Eren moaned wantonly, rutting his hips up against Levi’s to find as much friction as he could. “Yes, Levi! Please! Please fuck me, baby!”

Levi didn’t even need to strip down, seeing that he slept naked most of the time anyway, but he took his sweet time in undressing Eren, reveling in his impatience and frustration. “Patience gets rewarded. Don’t you want a reward, darling?”

Eren keened at the feeling of Levi’s hands running over his slightly sweaty skin, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink. “Patience can fuck off. Fuck me now, Levi.” he demanded hotly, giving Levi that irresistible pout that sent him spiralling to do whatever Eren wanted.

But it was just as Levi said. Patience gets rewarded, and Eren would need to learn a lesson or two in exercising this virtue.

From the Four Word Prompt list. Just send me a prompt, (along with a pairing and whether you’d like it to be fluff/smut/angst/all of the above), and I’ll make some magic happen! :)

Art by マツバキ