STRIPPER | ereri/riren ✔️

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a special gift to celebrate the end of No Nut November!!

thank you all for being so patient! this book will unfortunately come to an end in the next 2-3 chapters so... yeah.

also, a lot of french phrases are used, but the translations are provided.

anywho...

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*smut warning*

AS SOON AS the words were uttered, Levi had pounced, gluing his lips against those of his lover. The kiss was hungry and passionate, the built-up emotion of the two boys spilling into the intimate action. Eren wrapped his arms around the older's neck, pulling him even closer. Their tongues fought for a dominance that the latter eventually won. A small moan escaped Eren's lips as Levi sucked on his tongue and nibbled at his bottom lip.

Sooner than later, oxygen became a necessity, and the two pulled away, panting. Their eyes, clouded over by lust, met for a second, and Levi smirked. He lowered his head to Eren's neck and proceeded to plant kisses and suck and nibble all over the tan skin. Fucking hell, he thought. I missed this. Over the course of the past week, due to Eren's pathetic hissy fit, the greatest amount of action Levi had received were two pitiful hand-jobs and a few unsatisfactory blows, save for the one that transpired about an hour ago.

He was grateful that the younger allowed him to touch his body again... because he was going to fucking ruin him. Eren won't be able to walk for a week.

As Levi's lips brushed over a particularly sensitive spot beneath Eren's ear, the younger dug his nails into his boyfriend's back. Then his hands glided over his shoulder blades and shoulders until finally—

In the blink of an eye, Eren tore Levi's shirt in half and sent the button's flying, tossing it across the room. "Shut up," he said, before Levi could scold him. "I'll buy you a new one."

"You better."

And that seemed to set the pace for the moment. Levi's hands roughly trailed down Eren's sides, appreciating the muscles and the curves the stripper acquired during his years of dancing. His lips trailed down the younger's chest, and he paused to nip once on each nipple—eliciting a delicious yelp from Eren's lips—before he ventured lower and lower... and eventually dropped to his knees.

Eren weaved his fingers through his lover's hair, slightly tugging. "Levi," he panted as the man began unbuckling and unzipping his jeans, "You don't have to. It's... it's dirty."

"I know, brat," ... but it's my turn to treat you. Levi yanked down Eren's pants to reveal... the lacy panties he had worn during his performance. "Freckled Jesus Christ," the man rested his forehead against the younger's muscly thigh, "You're killing me, babe."

Eren raised a brow. "It's just panties."

And my hidden kink, Levi refused to voice his thoughts aloud, and quickly disposed of the lingerie that made him so lustful. Eren's member sprang free. And Levi stared at it. What do I do now? How does it work again?

Sensing his discomfort, Eren chuckled and massaged Levi scalp in a calming manner. "It's okay, Levi. You don't have to. But if you really want to, I'll guide you. Take it slow."

Levi bit his bottom lip and nodded. "I want to, Eren. I want you."

Levi wrapped a hand around Eren's silken erection, gently flicking his wrist. The boy gasped, his eyes flying shut. Taking a deep, reassuring breath, Levi wrapped his plump lips around the tip of his boyfriend's cock. He tentatively stuck his tongue out, dipping it into the slit already leaking with precum. Bitter. Levi suppressed a shudder. He could feel Eren fully harden in his mouth. He gradually started to bob his head, taking in more and more. It's been a while. Let's see how far I can push it.