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The group of friends sat in a circle on the floor, all of them slamming back a shot of tequila, grimacing as the liquid fire trickled down their throats.
This is typically how their Friday, sometimes Saturday, nights went, using the weekend to drink until they blacked out as a form of stress relief from their classes. All of them were coming up into their final semesters of college, so the stress was piled on pretty thick for the college students.
Sasha and Connie, the food junkies, got up to scavenge for more snacks. The two were like bottomless pits, and it only tripled when they were inebriated. Another round of shots were poured by Renier, the biggest partier of the group. Armin waved his hands and shook his head, he already had a warm feeling blooming from his stomach up into his chest. The polar opposite of Renier, Armin was a lightweight. It was rare he ever joined in their weekend gatherings, usually having his nose buried in his anatomy textbooks. Next to Armin sat Mikasa, the mom of the group. She always watched over everyone with a keen eye, especially the brunet currently arguing with the man beside him about who knows what this time.
It wasn’t uncommon for Eren and Jean to argue, they had been doing it since they met freshman year of college. Despite the constant bickering, they had each other’s backs, through thick and thin.
The argument seemed to only become more heated the more drinks they consumed, Jean slamming his glass down hard enough it almost shattered, capturing the attention of everyone. Well, almost everyone. Eren’s boyfriend, Levi, was sitting on the couch behind them, his legs on either side of Eren, ignoring everyone while playing on his phone. There were only two reasons he was even there: the first was Eren, the second being, it was his and Eren’s apartment.
The two ignored their friends, not noticing they had attracted the attention of everyone in the circle.
“You won’t do it, Yeager!”
“How much do you want to fucking bet, Pony face!?”
“Alright fine, since I already had professor Pixis, I’ll do your Marketing homework for a month if you book a session right now.”
Eren thrust his hand out, “Deal! Shake on it.”
Jean smacked his hand into Eren’s, sealing their deal with a shake.
Eren held his hand tighter, “Any other rules?”
“It needs to be boudoir and proof that you actually did it.”
With that they released each other’s hands.
Eren was a master at finding loopholes, and tonight was no different, especially with it involving not having to do the homework in the class he loathed. Luck so happened to be on his side as he turned to his boyfriend with a grin.
“Levi’s majoring in photography, he can do it.”
Said man looked up from his phone at the mention of his name, moving his phone to the side to peer down. Eren carefully threw his head back into Levi’s lap and looked at him up-side-down.
Levi hadn’t been paying much attention to their exchange, his blank expression making that fact very obvious.
“Wait a minute,” Jean spoke up before Eren could explain anything to Levi, “that’s cheating.”
“Too late, Jean, we already shook on it. You should’ve said something sooner.”
Eren’s attention was back on Levi, who was still just blankly looking at his boyfriend, waiting for an explanation.
“Jean said he’d do my marketing homework if I do a boudoir photo session. You’re a photography major, so you can do it right?”
Levi’s expression was unwavered as he looked at his boyfriend, “Eren, I take pictures of nature, scenic views, not people.”
Eren furrowed his brows and twisted around until he could rest his chin on Levi’s thigh.
“Come on, Levi, just this once?” Eren really didn’t want to have to hire someone for this bet, he didn’t want to prance around in lace for a stranger. Not saying he wouldn’t, though, because he really hated his marketing class.
Ocean and molten held their gaze with equal determination, Levi’s face blank while Eren had a pleading pout. They both stayed that way for a decent amount of time before Levi’s gaze shifted back to his phone, “Fine, pick a day.”
Eren gave a small, victorious cheer and pressed a kiss to Levi’s thigh, “Thanks, Babe.”
Without looking up, Levi mumbled out a ‘whatever’, everyone going back to their own thing like nothing even happened.
In the following few days, after doing some research, Eren went out with Levi to find the perfect outfit for the photo shoot. Levi was drug around to act as a second opinion because Eren already knew he’d be fairly indecisive on something like this, it would be his first time after all. They went to a variety of stores before Eren found something that suited what he was looking for, without much help from Levi.
As the day approached for the photo shoot, Eren started to reconsider if it would be worth it. The only time he’s had his picture taken was picture day at school and during the holidays with family. Also, Eren didn’t think he could pull off the style. He wasn’t insecure about his body, and he felt he could do all the poses he’d seen online, but the outfit choice wasn’t something he would usually consider wearing.
He sighed in resignation as he held his outfit in hands, mentally cursing Jean for coming up with such a bet, and himself for agreeing. Maybe he should stop making bets while drunk because he always ended up having to do something aimed to embarrass him, and Eren was not to back down from a bet no matter what it was.
He sighed again as he looked at the closed bathroom door that joined his and Levi’s bedroom, very aware that Levi was on the other side making sure the bed and lighting was to perfection. Poor Levi managed to get roped into Eren’s bet once again, he was definitely going to give that man a free pass to whatever he wanted for this.
He gave himself a once over in the mirror once he finished changing, pulling his hair back into a messy bun, the shorter strands falling along his forehead, then took a deep breath as he exited the bathroom. His outfit of choice was a black mesh top that cut off at the top of his ribs and the shortest, tightest black latex shorts he could find. The sides of the shorts laced up, tied into a neat bow at the bottom of each side. He was met with Levi holding his camera, a bored expression on his face, but his eyes showed the emotion his face was lacking. Amusement glimmered in silver as he finished adjusting the settings on the camera, gesturing to their bed.
Eren shuffled over to their bed to crawl onto it, tugging at the bottom of the shorts once he was on his knees on the bed. The shorts barely covered his ass as is, and apparently shuffling the way he did made them ride up. Eren might have had complaints about the fact, but Levi sure didn’t. Now was the time to be professional, though, so he didn’t make any inappropriate comments like he normally would.
Once Eren was on the bed he turned to face the camera, sitting back on his feet and spreading his knees. He felt heat rise in his cheeks, slowly spreading down his neck. Knowing the extra lighting would make it visible, he took deep breaths to will it away, the warmth slowly fading as he thought about other things to keep his mind distracted, but a soft click of the camera brought him right back to reality. The flush made its appearance once again, hitting full force.
“Levi!” Eren’s voice was higher pitched, slightly panicked, “I’m not ready!”
“Relax, it was just a practice shot.”
Eren looked at him skeptically, reading his face for any indication that he was lying, relaxing when he saw nothing but Levi’s serious expression, with hints of sympathy for the lack of warning.
A few more minutes ticked by before he felt ready, completing his pose by placing one of his hands on his thigh, his other going up to rest lazily on his neck where it met his shoulder. He mumbled out a quiet ‘ready’ for Levi, arching his back when he heard the repetitive clicks fill the room. The clicking stopped while Levi stepped forward to make adjustments, pushing Eren’s knees a little further apart, forcing him to sink down lower and arch his back more. After Levi adjusted his hands to look more natural, he stood back and hummed to himself with satisfaction, the clicks of the camera filling the room once again.
Several pictures were taken from different angles, and with different lighting, before Eren was instructed to relax. He slumped down and gave a sharp exhale, sliding down onto his stomach in preparation for his next pose, just waiting for Levi to say he was ready for the next round. After Levi filtered through the pictures, deleting any that didn’t take properly, leaving the rest for the both of them to look through and decide which would be the best, he looked up to signal Eren to get into his pose.
Eren rolled onto his back and shuffled up the bed until he was a few inches from the headboard, using it to prop his feet up. He crossed his ankles and pointed his toes, placing his arms by his head, palms facing up and fingers relaxed, then tilted his head up, looking at the camera through his lashes.
The pictures continued; Eren was starting to get into now that the initial embarrassment had passed. He knew he was attractive, but this photo session was making him feel sexy. Maybe this wasn’t going to turn out to be such a stupid bet after all. He might even consider doing it again for personal reasons, possibly a gift for Levi.
They were moving onto the next pose in no time. Eren moved so he was halfway off the bed, his hands on the ground while his knees remained on the bed. He walked his hands along the floor until he was on his elbows, cradling his head with his forearms. Once he had his balance, he bent his knees and arched his back, making his ass rounder and more inviting.
If the last pose, with those bedroom eyes, didn’t make Levi’s mouth going dry, then this one did for sure. His eyes traced over the curvature of Eren’s ass and back, almost forgetting to take the pictures as his cock started stirring in interest. Now was not the time though, so he took pictures until Eren started to squirm, the blood rushing to his head was starting to make him dizzy. When Levi said he could relax, he pulled the rest of his body onto the floor, giving himself a moment before sitting up.
“I want to do one more on the wall then I’m done. Unless you have any more ideas?”
“Nope, I’m done when you are.”
For his final pose, Eren stood and placed his forearms above his head with his palms pressed firmly against the wall, pressing his flushed cheek against the cool surface. His breath came out in shallow puffs, the rush of blood to his head from the last pose made his brain foggy. There was also a heat slowly burning low in his belly, the thought of Levi enjoying this as much as he was fueling the fire.
Levi stood to the side to start taking pictures, slowly walking around as he captured Eren from a different angle until he ended up behind him. It might have been a way of self indulging, but it also served to give them options should Eren question why there were so many.
“Come look at these to make sure you like them before we pack all this shit up.” Levi ended up standing in front of the bed, so he allowed himself to fall back while looking at his camera. Since he was looking down, he only saw Eren moving from his peripheral vision so genuine surprise crossed his features when Eren dropped to his knees in front of him.
“I just wanted to say thank you for doing this, Levi,” Eren placed his hands on Levi’s knees and pushed them apart to make room for himself, humming happily when he was met with zero resistance, “You could have said no, and I really appreciate that you didn’t.”
“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice, brat.” Despite his words, Levi balanced his camera in one hand so the other could brush the stray hairs from Eren’s eyes, fingertips trailing down the side of his face to his mouth, using his thumb to pull down Eren’s bottom lip. Levi was no stranger to the things Eren could do with his mouth, thinking about it making his cock stir in interest. He sure as hell wasn’t going to say no if this is how Eren planned on thanking him.
Eren didn’t give a verbal response, instead poking the tip of his tongue out to lick the digit tugging down his lip. The heat in his lower stomach intensified when he looked up into stormy eyes, only a thin ring of silver was visible around dilated pupils.
Eren slid his hands up Levi’s thighs to tug on the band of his sweats, brushing along the tent that had formed. The bulge fueled his actions, dipping his fingers behind the waistband to pull out Levi’s semi- hardened dick. A few strokes was all it took to have him at full mast, precum oozing from the slit. The sight had Eren’s mouth watering, swiping his thumb over the flushed tip to spread the clear fluid along his cock with a couple languid strokes.
Starting at the base, Eren flattened his tongue and followed a thick vein up the underside of Levi’s cock. Eren held eye contact as he wrapped his lips around the head and sank down slowly, bobbing his head to work more of Levi’s length into his mouth inch by inch until the tip brushed the back of his tongue. Taking a deep breath, Eren relaxed his throat before sinking down until his lips reached the base of his cock, nestling his nose into trimmed black hairs.
“ Mm , Eren- fuck !” Levi moaned as he watched his cock disappear into the wet heat of Eren’s mouth, carding his hand through his hair until his fingers caught on the hair tie holding Eren’s hair in a bun.
Eren swallowed around the cock in his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he gagged slightly. A long breathless groan left Levi’s lips at the feeling, Eren’s throat constricting around the head of his cock. When Eren opened his eyes, tears had gathered at the corners, wetting his eyelashes. He blinked slowly as a thumb brushed under each of his eyes, the touch soft before slipping back into his hair and gripping near his nape.
Eren hallowed his cheeks and sucked as he pulled off, a wet pop sounding as his lips slid over the head like it was a lollipop. He licked his lips slowly before descending onto Levi’s cock once more, stroking the hot flesh that wasn’t in his mouth.
Levi let out another low moan, tightening his grip in Eren’s hair so he had leverage to shallowly thrust his hips up into the inviting heat. He tried his best to watch Eren sink further and further on his cock, but his head slowly tipped back with a groan. It felt so good, always did, when Eren gave him a blowjob like he was starving for his cock.
Levi’s thrusts started gaining speed without him realizing, but Eren didn’t mind, holding his head still while his mouth was used. It turned him on when Levi fucked his mouth, his own dick begging to be touched. He slipped a hand down to palm himself through his shorts, the pressure combined with the heady taste on his tongue caused him to whine, eyes rolling shut.
“Oh fuck- nng ,” Levi plunged his cock deeper into Eren’s hot orfice, picking up a faster pace as he used his grip in Eren’s hair to guide him down to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, baby, that feels amazing.”
“ Mmn! ” Eren moaned in response, pressing his thighs together and bucking into his own hand for more friction. His shorts were too tight for him to slip his hand in, or pull his cock out, so he had to make do with stroking himself through the latex and humping his hand like a bitch in heat.
Eren felt Levi twitch in his mouth, signaling that he was close, so he reluctantly pulled off, a thin string of saliva keeping him connected until he licked his lips. Usually he would’ve done the exact opposite and forced himself to take the entirety of his length, swallowing everything Levi would give him, but today he wanted something else.
Levi managed to crack his eyes open to look down at Eren when he pulled off, his breathing labored as he continued jacking Levi off. The wet sounds of slick skin rubbing against skin, and the musky smell of sex, filled the room, making Eren’s head spin . So much that he managed to cum into his shorts with a whine, hips twitching into his hand as he rode out his orgasm.
A few more strokes and Levi was spewing curses and a warning, grunting as thick ropes of cum shot onto Eren’s face right as he managed to close his eyes. Eren helped him ride out his orgasm with slow strokes, slowly blinking his eyes open until he could safely look up at Levi as the hand slipped out of his hair. They held eye contact as Eren leaned back onto his clean hand, Levi onto his now free hand, both taking in deep breaths to even out their breathing. Once Levi’s breathing was normal, he lifted the camera still held firmly in his hand.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” Levi rasped as the camera shuddered, capturing a picture of Eren with big doe eyes, flushed cheeks, and cum dripping down his face.