#ereriren

Too tall…

Just. Levi, who had a rough day and doesn't have the energy to give Eren all the attention he wants to. He feels bad. But he's so exhausted.

And Eren, who's happy to just exist together. He reassures Levi he doesn't expect him to do any of the work. "Just relax, it's my turn to take care of you."

Slow movements, gentle touches. Massaging over aching muscles and kissing over old scars. It's quiet, intimate. Clothes shed piece by piece. There's no rush, no pressure. Just following what feels good. Levi's able to let his worries drift away for the time being, just letting himself enjoy Eren's hands and mouth all over his body.

Maybe it leads to sex or a blowjob, and maybe it doesn't. Either way, that was never the "main" event, never the focus.

Eren, ever so eager to please, just wants Levi to know how amazing and gorgeous he is, no matter what. He never expects him to be the "strong, in charge" captain all the time. Especially not when they're alone. Especially not in the quiet of night, when they curl up together, limbs tangled comfortably, and he finally feels Levi's breathing steady, finally sees the crease between his brows soften.

He’s A Bi, Ace, And Poly King.

Except For The King Part, He Just Like Me For Real.

Happy Birthday, Eren!