Before You Go [R-18 Erotica By ♡DiLo]

Netflix and Chill

Eren lay with his back pressed against the couch, picking at his chicken lo mein, trying to focus on the television, which would have been a lot easier if Levi wasn't between his legs and under his shirt. Not that he minded...but really...it was the principle of the thing.

"You know, when you said Netflix and Chill, I really thought the emphasis would be on Netflix."

Levi's response was muffled by fabric, but he heard it anyway.

"You thought wrong."

Eren wiggled, more to feel held in place than to actually get away.

"Levi! More Netflix, less chill. Come on, you said The Crown was on your list."

Levi picked his head up, his gray eyes hazy with lust. His lips were shiny from licking and sucking on Eren's skin.

"It is on my list. I'm really enjoying it. In fact, I've never enjoyed an episode more."

His head disappeared under the loose cotton again and this time Eren felt fingers slip down his body to start worrying the waistband of his shorts. Huffing in mock exasperation he laid his head back and let himself enjoy Levi's slow, thorough progress down his body. In truth he really didn't have much to complain about, the last three weeks had seen him more sexually satisfied than he had ever been in his life. He even worried slightly that he was enjoying himself a bit too much.

It had to be unhealthy to have sex this frequently. He was sure of it.

It had started after the comedy show...their second official date, and progressed in a similar pattern from that point on. Levi would call and invite him out, they would spend the evening, or morning, or random afternoon having completely acceptable, family friendly fun together and somehow, with absolutely no pressure at all from Levi they would end up back at his apartment ripping each other apart like starved nymphomaniacs.

Tonight was a slight shift in their pattern. Neither of them felt like going out but they still wanted to see each other so Levi invited him to Netflix and Chill. Eren brought chinese to make a night of it and to assuage his guilt that Levi literally paid for everything on all their dates. The other man assured him he didn't mind and that all things considered Eren was a pretty cheap date, but the imbalance still made him uncomfortable.

It might not have been a big deal, but that wasn't the only thing that made him feel uncomfortable. Levi was absolutely true to his word...he good naturedly took Eren on dates, sometimes multiple times a week and never pressured him for anything more. The fact that Eren had never failed to fall into his bed was entirely of his own volition. They had a great time together, but the casualness of everything was starting to wear on Eren like a steadily dripping faucet.

They talked all the time but never got particularly personal, never visited each other's work or met each other's friends and they never called or texted in between their dates or planned anything more than twelve hours in advance. There was nothing wrong...but Eren was restless. He was well aware of Levi's limitations...but he still wanted more.

And not more from just anyone...more from Levi.

He found he was addicted to the way Levi touched him and whispered his name. The way he always had the other man's undivided attention, the way his arm made the perfect pillow when he slept over after sex, the way his broad shoulders made Eren feel small and delicate in a way he didn't realize he wanted to.

It had been too long since he felt so treasured. He wanted to monopolize Levi and keep him all for himself...but he had no idea how to do that without sending the other man running in the opposite direction as far as his legs could carry him.