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Eren has to double then triple-check the name of the café before he’s certain he’s in the right place, pocketing his phone and tentatively pushing open the door, bell ringing overhead. One of the baristas acknowledges him with a smile, eyes crinkling around the corners.

It took almost three days of Armin constantly poking and prodding at him before finally agreeing to the blind date Prof Zoë had set him up on after hearing about his dating woes, and another two struggling to not chicken out completely. What is he supposed to say to a stranger? What if this alpha isn’t his type at all? How does he get out of a date he isn’t interested in without seeming like an asshole?

But then comes the biggest problem yet; Eren has no idea what this ‘Levi’ guy looks like.

Well, it’s not likely he’s going to be able to recognise the alpha out of the dozens of people in the bustling coffee shop, but maybe the baristas recognise the name if he’s already ordered?

Approaching the blonde behind the counter, Eren waits till they make eye contact to ask, “Hey, uh, I’m meeting a friend, ‘Levi’. Do you know where he is?”

Her face shifts, something akin to surprise, eyebrows arching curiously, and the girl’s lips spread into a smile as she nods and points towards one of the booths near the back. “Yeah, over there, the guy sitting on his own. Always sits in the same place every time.”

Oh, so he comes here often? Good to know, he supposes.

Eren gives his thanks and slips past the other customers. It’s not hard to pinpoint the alpha since everyone else is paired up or in a group; phone in hand, Levi doesn’t even notice when the omega approaches, reading something on his screen as his fingers trace the rim of a ceramic cup. Here goes nothing…

The instant Eren opens his mouth—to speak, to say hi, to ask his name—his own two feet betray him, hooking into the back of his leg. Balance lost, he tumbles forward, hands out to brace for impact. Ceramic clatters as he knocks the nearly-finished cup clean across the shiny wood, black tea splashing over his hand as his other one stops him from landing face-first on the table.

Levi hisses, phone held aloft to avoid getting it wet, but he quickly latches onto Eren’s tea-soaked hand and yanks it away. “Fuck’s sake,” the man curses, setting his phone down and grabbing napkins from the nearby dispenser to slap onto Eren’s palm. His brow remains dipped into a frown as he cleans Eren’s fingers off. “You’re lucky it’s not hot anymore or you’d have third degree burns.”

“Sorry, tripped,” Eren explains, grimacing. He’s right though; his hand doesn’t feel burnt, just a little warm. Levi hums in response and, after looking over the brunette’s seemingly uninjured hand, gives him another napkin as he sets about wiping down the rest of the saturated table.

Shit, he really fucked up this first impression thing, didn’t he? Great…

Hands dry, Eren scrunches the napkins. His gaze trails across the way Levi finishes wiping down the table and sets the damp paper aside with his upper lip curled in distaste. The man goes back to his phone, unlocking it to a screen of text. But that’s not what captures his attention, no; even with the burnt scent of displeasure in the air, Eren can’t help but stare, head tilting in an attempt to see his angular face and sharp jawline. Even if Hange had sent a picture beforehand, it wouldn’t have lived up to how attractive the guy is in person.

Seeming to notice the omega still hanging around, he looks up with narrow, stormy eyes and asks, “What?”

Eren opens his mouth, says nothing, and shrugs.

Sighing heavily, Levi turns towards him and stands from the booth seat to side-step the brunette. “Sure, stand there for as long as you want looking like a fish out of water. I need to go buy another tea…”

“Wait!” he calls out, taking a half-step after him. That manages to stop the man in his tracks, turning to stare at Eren with an eyebrow slightly quirked. Holding a hand out politely, the omega says, “I’m Eren.”

Levi peers down at his extended arm, pauses for a second in contemplation, and responds, “Okay? Good to know.”

Eren frowns. His arm drops to his side. What? Is this guy for real? With a huff, Eren straightens up and barely restrains the urge to growl, only to blink at the smell of the other’s legitimate confusion, sour and tangy. Wait. “You… You are Levi, right?”

“Yes,” the alpha answers, silver eyes narrowing as he faces him once again. “How do you know my name?”

“Hange told me to meet you here.” Levi’s expression blanks, a tiredness seeping into his gaze. Eren’s mouth thins into a line as he finally realises. “They didn’t tell you?”

A snort spills into the air between them. “No, apparently not.”

What the fuck, Hange!

“Shit, hey, I’m sorry, this is just…” Eren gestures vaguely with a sharp huff, fully aware that his scent is souring at the realisation that, no, he won’t be getting his date today. After getting all worked up over it too! “Hange is my professor and they said they’d set me up on a blind date with their friend. And apparently forgot to tell you.”

The alpha sighs and shakes his head, stepping to the side and briefly waving Eren along to allow a bustling waitress to hurry past with steaming drinks in her hand.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” Levi finally says as he regards Eren with dark, tired eyes. The air around him remains dark, heady, spiced with agitation. “They’ve been pestering me to meet new people. Guess Hange finally got fed up with me avoiding socialising and set me up.”

With a nod, Eren steps backwards and shies away from the man’s intense stare. He interrupted Levi’s peaceful day… “Yeah, so, this is a clusterfuck, huh?”

“Mmm.” Before the boy can apologise and make his escape, metaphorical tail tucked, Levi says, “You came all the way out here, you might as well have something to drink.” Yeah… yeah, he should. But when Eren tries to move to the counter, Levi holds a hand up, blocking him, and instructs, “Sit. Tell me what you want.”

Eren blinks, considers trying to argue that he can buy his own drink, before deciding he might as well accept the generous offer. Sitting opposite Levi’s stuff with an appreciative smile, he says, “Hot chocolate.”

Nodding, Levi states, “Wait here,” and turns towards the counter. The blonde barista from earlier looks up at his approach and grins, greeting him by name. Huh, he really must come here a lot. Makes sense why Hange would know exactly what time he would be here.

Speaking of… Eren yanks out his phone and rapidly types out an email to his intentionally forgetful professor who set him up, low growl rumbling in his chest—angry emails are worse than angry text messages. Doesn’t even sign his name. Fuck you, Hange, making him spill this guy’s tea and look like a complete idiot…

But when Levi returns, Eren can’t help but be a little grateful he got to meet this stranger once, invisible hackles lowering within the other’s assertive presence.

“So, shitty-glasses is one of your professors, huh?” the alpha asks and slides into the booth, leg crossing as he picks up his phone. Eren blinks. Shitty-glasses? “What are you wasting your money on studying?”

“Art, minoring Lit,” Eren explains.

Although minute, Levi’s lips thin ever so slightly as his head tilts. “And what job is that going to get you?”

It’s a question Eren’s heard far too many times, one that immediately has him on the defensive as he straightens up. “Don’t know, don’t really care.” The alpha’s brow arches, awaiting elaboration. “My dad wanted me to be a doctor like him. I looked into it during school, but I would’ve hated it. Didn’t have high enough scores anyway. And I enjoy art! I just know I don’t want some deadbeat office job I’m miserable in.”

He half expects Levi to tell him to suck it up and accept whatever job he’s offered, just like Eren has heard on repeat since he told his family about his bachelor. Instead, the man simply hums and nods along, scent remaining calm, maybe even pleased? Unjudging.

“So, what do you do?” the omega questions, crossing his ankles under the table.

“A deadbeat office job.”

Eren freezes. “Oh.” Shit, he just insulted him, didn’t he? This is going terribly. “Sorry.”

“Stop that, I’m not miserable,” Levi snorts. “Doing a bachelor? How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” Eren answers with ease. Levi hums and blinks at him before his whole body tenses, eyes widening. The omega lets slip a halting laugh. “What?”

Without answering, the man’s lips curl into a sneer as he grabs for his phone and unlocks it, a scowl forming on his face. The air between them thickens with agitated alpha, suffocating and rich.

Eren sniffs once, cringes, and lets slip an airy whine. “What’s wrong?” Nooo, go back to smelling nice!

“Why the fuck would Hange set me up on a date with someone who’s half my age?” Levi seethes, jaw grit tight as he types—likely an angry message to Prof Zoë.

Shit, he’s too young for this guy. “I can leave?”

“Stay,” the man instructs, briefly glancing up at him, then to the side. “Look, Ymir’s bringing our drinks.”

Sure enough, an unimpressed alpha balances two steaming cups and sets them on the table before them. “Black tea and a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.”

Eren gapes at the drink. Levi got him extra marshmallows… That means he doesn’t hate him! But the look on the alpha’s face is not exactly a pleasant one.

Gently pulling his steaming cup closer, Eren lifts it to his face and inhales, easily washing away the alpha’s sharp aroma in favour of sweet chocolate. Almost like second nature, he takes a sip and leans back in his seat, intentionally relaxing as a quiet purr rumbles in his chest, eyes slipping shut so he can drown out the persistent thrum of the lively coffee shop surrounding him.

Armin always said he has a nice smell, especially when he’s relaxed. His fellow omega has always been more than happy to scent with him. Let’s just hope his friend was being truthful and not trying to flatter him…

When Eren blinks across the table next, he’s met by a pair of curious eyes silently observing. Levi’s nose twitches. The hand holding his phone sways to the side and out of the way, his full attention on the purring omega.

Grabbing one of the marshmallows, Eren drops it into his hot chocolate and says, “Thank you for the drink. And sorry for causing you more trouble with Hange; I’m sure they just forgot to tell you.”

“No, it was intentional,” Levi says resolutely with a sigh as he sets his phone down. “Why aren’t you leaving? You don’t want to date a guy almost in his forties…”

Eren ponders for a moment before he smiles and picks up the second marshmallow. “Oh, I trust Prof Hange to know what they were doing.” Without elaboration, he puts the sugary treat in his mouth, making sure to lick off the powdered sugar from his fingers.

Levi’s eyes narrow at the action, pausing with his tea halfway to his lips, resuming soon afterwards.

The pure fact that the alpha hasn’t up and left is proof that Eren’s age isn’t stopping him from showing interest. Perhaps his earlier agitation was actually protectiveness of an omega being set up on a blind date with an older stranger? The thought alone has his purr rumbling louder as he sips at his hot chocolate.

“Do you make it a habit to go on blind dates that your professor sets you up on?” Levi questions, not once looking away from the brunette.

“No, not really,” Eren admits with a shake of his head. “The lack of dates or people available is what led to Hange setting me up like this.”

But before he can continue, the man stands up and says, “Then walk with me. I always do takeaway for my second tea so I can get my steps in.”

With a quick check of the time—it’s not even that late—Eren nods and stands as well, following close behind the man as they exit the shop. One of the baristas calls out goodbye, head tilting a little as the brunette follows Levi.

“Where to?” he asks once they’re on the street, keeping pace as the alpha begins walking. Eren knows they’re heading away from campus, but he’s not that familiar with this area. The park should be ahead and on the right somewhere, he thinks?

“Nowhere in particular,” Levi answers as he takes another sip of his tea. “I told you, I’m getting my steps up.”

Well… that doesn’t sound like a bad idea, walking around wherever they please without a goal in mind.

Swirling his drink to help the marshmallow melt, Eren asks, “Do you go there every day? To the café?”

“On weekends. I work weekdays, so I get tea in the mornings, but on Saturdays I can sit down and properly enjoy it.” Eren nods along, pausing at a road and waiting for Levi to step forward before following suit.

This… This is nice. An alpha that isn’t constantly pestering or harassing him. Calm and confident. Perfect.

Before Eren can ask another question, his foot catches again—on a step, on a shoelace, on his own leg, he doesn’t know—but he starts to fall and holds his hand out to brace for impact.

He never lands.

Instead, a strong arm winds tightly around his side, yanking Eren to the right and sandwiching him against Levi’s hip. The alphas scent deepens, thickens.

Blinking, Eren remains frozen for an extra second, realises he isn’t about to die, and stares up at the man that saved him from falling face-first into the sidewalk. He’s met by a prominent frown and twisted lips.

“Do you just make it a habit to trip on air?” Levi asks tersely. “Or are you intentionally trying to get me to spill my tea on you again? Masochist or something?”

Eren scrambles upright, free hand held aloft as a little bit of hot chocolate seeps out of his own drink. He has to bite his tongue to not laugh at the masochist joke. “No, no, it was an accident!” He’s ready to apologise some more when Levi hums, pinches Eren’s sleeve, and tells him to hurry up as he resumes walking.

This is going just great.

“Thank you for saving me,” Eren says, licking at hot chocolate dribbling down the side of his cup. “Again.”

A puff of hot air slips between them, but when the omega next looks, Levi is staring at him with a faint head tilt, gaze relaxed. “Last I checked, the first time I didn’t save you; you spilt my fucking tea everywhere.”

“No, but you immediately grabbed my hand ‘cause you were worried I’d burnt myself, right?” The alpha continues observing silently, blinking once as he hums, not denying the accusation. A smile curling at the corners of his lips, Eren uses the excuse of avoiding a fellow pedestrian to brush up against Levi’s arm when he says again, “So, thank you. Hange tried to warn me you’re not the nicest of people, but I think that’s a load of horseshit.”

A snort answers him. “Don’t delude yourself.”

Eren holds his paper cup aloft and points out, “You also bought a complete stranger a drink.” Levi glances at the drink thoughtfully but doesn’t say anything else. Bumping again to grab the alpha’s attention, the brunette asks, “Do you do that for everyone that spills your tea?”

Narrow eyes drift across his face, contemplative and thoughtful. “Only the ones with pretty faces.” Oh!

Eren stares for a solid two seconds, letting the flattering words sink in, before he scoffs and pokes at Levi’s firm bicep—Damn. “Says you! And, fuck, are you wearing bullet proof sleeves or is that just solid muscle under there? You caught me like it was nothing!”

“One of the benefits of 24/7 gyms,” Levi answers.

The omega blinks, sniffing the air, but he can’t detect any hints of deception. Fuck, is this guy even human? Works a full week and still has time and energy to go to the gym? That’s commendable. Next thing Eren knows, he’s some kind of millionaire or something. If only.

“My campus gym sucks ass, so maybe I’ll have to join you at yours,” he says with a skip to his step.

Levi reaches out to tug on his forearm, leading Eren to the right so they can cross the road while the lights are red. A frown creases the alpha’s brow, hand still resting on his arm with a squeeze. “You want to go to the gym with me?” he questions, lips pressing into a thin line.

The brunette chuckles, “I mean, maybe not just the gym; I’m sure there are plenty of other places we can go. It’s not often I find an alpha with a nice scent.”

Levi slows his pace to a more leisurely one as he offers his wrist and asks, “What do I smell like to you?”

Mindful to not bump into anyone passing by, Eren accepts the offered arm and leans forward, sniffing at the inside of Levi’s wrist, dark eyes weighing heavy upon him.

His nose is flooded with an earthy aroma, wood and leaves, but not oak or chestnut. Deeper, richer. It’s all too easy for Eren to recognise the smell of black tea clinging to the alpha’s skin, woven into his scent glands. The wood is a little harder to pinpoint, trailing down a list in his mind; not pine, not fir, nor eucalyptus or cedar, it’s…

“Do you drink tea because of your scent or do you smell like black tea because you drink it so much?” Levi blinks at him and hums, nodding a little as his lips twitch ever so slightly. Amused. With another inhale, Eren finally pulls himself away, not wanting to get too lost in the man’s appealing aroma. “You smell like black tea and, uh, I think that’s sandalwood? It’s very rich and… just, nice.” But before the man can withdraw, Eren swaps his drink and offers his own arm. “What about me?”

This time, the alpha comes to a complete stop so he can face Eren properly. The brunette swallows and stands still. Levi takes hold of his hand by the back and pulls it closer, thumb rubbing along the inside of his wrist, right over the scent gland. Eren shivers, watching closely.

Silver eyes close as he takes a deep breath. His grip tightens briefly before Levi leans back and releases Eren’s hand. “Sweet, but with a tang, an edge to it. I can’t stand overly-sweet scents, but yours is a good balance.”

“Maybe I’m sweet ‘cause sexy alpha businessmen buy me too much hot chocolate when I get set up on blind dates with them,” Eren says with a chuckle.

He receives a snort and bemused shake of Levi’s head for his flirtatious words. The man holds an arm out and ushers Eren along the sidewalk, palm resting against his backside. He can’t ignore its appealing warmth.

“Do you make it a habit to spill your date’s drinks too?” the alpha questions, taking a sip from his cup afterwards and walking close beside the brunette.

Eren hums, contemplative, before shrugging and pulling his phone out to check the time; he has plenty. “Only if it means they buy me something afterwards because they feel bad.”

“You had the whole ‘kicked puppy’ thing going on thanks to Hange tricking you like that,” Levi reasons as they step around a large group of tourists. “Thought you would’ve had a breakdown if I told you to get lost after embarrassing yourself so horribly. Surprised you didn’t shit your pants when I told you off.”

“Hey, I’m tougher than I look.” Eren argues with a laugh. “I put up with Hange’s crazy lectures all the time!” It’s not quite a smile, but Levi’s gaze softens as he hums and nods, creases disappearing, dark bags less visible.

Figuring Levi knows where they’re going, Eren hums and asks idly, “Speaking of, how do you know Hange? Did you guys meet at the coffee shop? I know they love their caffeine.”

“Yes and no,” Levi answers, hand still resting on Eren’s back to keep the omega close. “We went to the same university together. Different majors, but we shared a few units. I mostly kept to myself and it wasn’t until Hange saw me for the dozenth time in the café that they finally approached me asking to work together on an assignment. We both had top scores in that unit so they wanted to be partners with someone who wouldn’t ‘drag them down’ and I hadn’t approached anyone about it yet.”

Eren laughs a little at the story being told, nodding along. He’s noticed Hange has a bit of a competitive streak, an eagerness to perform at their very best, something the professor has made sure to impart upon their students.

“And you became friends that way?” he surmises.

“Of sorts,” Levi says with a short puff of air as he shakes his head. “More like Hange decided they wanted to sit next to me in all our shared classes and didn’t seem put off by my foul language, so I couldn’t get rid of them.”

“It’s part of your charm,” Eren says with a laugh, his mirth growing at the way Levi rolls his eyes.

Eren flinches at the first droplet to land on his cheek, twitching and looking upwards with a grimace. Levi follows suit a moment later, slowing to a stop as he observes the dark clouds looming overhead. Another drop splashes far too close to his eyes. A whimper in his throat, Eren wipes the water from his face as Levi ducks his head and ushers him onwards.

“Come on, before it starts pouring,” Levi tells him, gesturing with his drink towards an alcove up ahead on the left.

Levi tosses his empty tea into a nearby bin before they slip underneath the awning, Eren tucking himself against the brick wall and sighing as more raindrops fall, coating the sidewalk in a darker shade of grey.

With a sigh, Eren pulls out his phone to mutter, “So much for the good weather…” Can he order an Uber back home? Dammit, he should’ve brought an umbrella.

But the moment he opens up the app, Levi taps his backside and asks, “You live on campus?” The brunette nods. “I live two blocks south from here. We make it there, I can drop you off.” Brow furrowed, Eren bites his lip. The alpha sighs and shakes his head as he says, “Yes, I know, stranger danger, don’t get into random alpha’s cars. You can walk back in this if you really want.”

Thunder booms as the rain grows heavier. Uhm…

“You’re not a stranger; the friend of my friend is my friend too and all that,” Eren says with another shrug.

Levi blinks at him, a single eyebrow raising. Amused? “Pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes, but alright.” The man glares at the gloomy grey sky and looks around before saying, “Follow me, we’ll move quickly.”

Before they begin moving, Eren reaches out to grab onto Levi’s hand, holding it tight. The alpha pauses, peering down at the fingers latching onto him then up at the blushing omega who pointedly holds his gaze, daring him to either say something or to pull his hand free.

Instead, Levi turns and tugs Eren along, jogging through the street and keeping close to the building. A smile slowly spreads across Eren’s face. He barely gets the chance to ditch his empty hot chocolate in the bin as they dash past it, head ducked and shoulders up as rain splashes across his jacket and soaks his hair.

This wasn’t exactly how Eren planned for this date to go—not that he had a proper idea other than meet the guy and see if he’s decent—but running through the rain is certainly an interesting way of spending his afternoon.

But at the lights, Levi hesitates as he presses the crossing button and waits, eyes glowering upwards.

As more rain pours down, soaking into Eren’s jacket and slicking black hair over Levi’s unimpressed face, the omega tucks himself closer beside Levi and says, “I wasn’t planning on getting wet today, and yet…”

He’s rewarded with a playful smack to his arm, the brunette laughing and avoiding another hit as he drags their joint hands up to defend himself, managing to block a second attack. “I swear, since you found out my age, you’ve been nonstop making passes at me like you’re going to die tomorrow and my dick’s the only cure,” the alpha comments. Eren chokes. “Is that why you want to go back to my place, huh?” His tone lacks any kind of growl or snarl, but the alpha’s lips twitch upwards a little more, showing fang. Eren can’t help the shiver darting along his spine—and it’s not due to the poor weather.

Eren opens his mouth to respond but can’t think of anything.

The lights change. Levi tugs him forward into a jog, hurriedly pulling the omega across the road and to the left. Eren skips to the right to avoid a large puddle, wipes a hand at the rain on his brow, and tries not to think about how hot his face feels.

Levi glances over his shoulder and slows down to ask, “What? You forget how to speak?”

“No, no, I was only talking ‘bout the rain!” Eren excuses, cheeks flushing red. Above the pitter-patter of heavy rain falling around them, he can still make out the disbelieving puff of air that spills out of Levi’s mouth. Huffing, he continues to say, “Not my fault your head went straight to the gutter.”

“Alright, sure,” Levi hums over his shoulder, “you were talking about getting wet thanks to the rain.” Yeah, okay, he doesn’t believe him. Dammit… Levi tugs Eren to the right and into a stylish building’s doorway, pushing wet hair out of his face as he types a code on the keypad and shoves the glass door open. “Come on, before you get even more wet,” the alpha urges. “Because of the rain, of course.”

Eren allows himself to be led inside and towards the elevator as the man presses the button and waits. But when the silver doors open and the brunette steps inside, Levi nudges him towards the buttons and states, “I can either take you home and drop you off now or we can continue our date. I’m on floor eight.”

Emerald eyes blink at the alpha, head tilting slightly, until he realises he’s being offered a choice. Oh…

Although tempted to press the fire alarm, Eren knows that would be a poor first impression. Instead, he presses the number ‘8’ and the button to close the door, allowing them to begin their ascent upwards.

The alpha doesn’t comment on his decision.

Levi wipes at his face again, trying to clean it of water, and fishes his keys from his pocket. “Do you have to be back by a certain time?” he asks as the number above the door slowly goes up until it stops and dings.

“No, not really,” Eren admits as the alpha leads him out of the elevator and towards a door on the left. “As long as I send my friends a text saying I’m fine and haven’t been kidnapped, I don’t have anything I need to do until Monday classes.” Armin and Mikasa would freak out…

“Who says you haven’t?” Levi says offhandedly as he sticks his key in and turns, pushing his apartment door open and leading the chuckling brunette inside. As much as this guy doesn’t smile or laugh, his sense of humour is great.

Eren can’t help but deflate slightly when he releases their joined hands, watching as the alpha sheds his jacket, removes his shoes, and moves further inside.

Figuring that dripping water through Levi’s house isn’t exactly a good idea, Eren slips off his own jacket and hangs it up, nudging his shoes beside Levi’s black pair.

And as he chases the man down the short hall, the brunette finds himself in an open plan living room. Minimalist, clean, and organised. Eren can’t see a single thing out of place; no leftover wrappers or a stray mark on the coffee table. Of course a successful businessman would have a clean, lavish apartment to live in, plush leather couch and all.

Levi hangs his keys on a hook in the kitchen and sets his wallet in a bowl beneath it.

“How much is the rent here?” he asks, meandering towards a large window to peer outside as rain cascades down the glass. So high up…!

“No rent, I own this place,” Levi answers with a quiet hum. “It cost around four hundred thousand.”

Eren whistles and admires the view. Pricey but definitely worth it. He turns around at the sound of movement, but it’s only Levi sitting on the couch, leg crossing, eyeing the omega almost curiously. Observing.

Eren drops into the empty space beside the alpha, mindful to not crowd him too much, and asks, “You studied with Hange, right? So what did you major in?”

“Business,” Levi explains. “It got me a decent job, but I’m more of a boss than a ‘sit in a cubicle and stare at a computer screen every day’ kind of person.”

Well, that explains why he can afford this place.

“So you do boring business stuff, but the pay is good at least,” Eren summarises with a hum. It’s a little odd why Hange would think they’d fit together; Levi has his life in order, a nice apartment, and a decent job working in business as some kind of manager, meanwhile Eren is doing art and hasn’t even graduated yet!

…Maybe that’s the reason his professor set them up, to balance each other out, bringing a bit of order to Eren’s life and loosening Levi up along the way.

“And what about you?” Levi counters. Eren lets slip a curious hum, eyeing the way the man’s arm rests along the back of the couch behind him. “You’re studying, yes, but is that through a scholarship? Or do you work as well to pay your study fees?”

“Bit of both?” Eren says with a shrug. “My dad’s a doctor, relatively well-off and while he wasn’t exactly pleased I wanted to study art, my mum insisted he support my education. I do have a part-time job though, just in retail, nothing interesting like being a boss at some big company like you.”

Levi nods along, head tilting when he asks, “Doesn’t tuition cover your board and meals if you’re living on campus? Why waste time working?”

“Well, yes, partially, but it doesn’t cover if I want to buy new clothes or paints or anything I need for my studies,” he explains. “I can’t keep calling up my dad every other week asking him to pay for a new easel or if I can be sent money to repair my phone if I break it. So I work a few shifts each week and that’s plenty enough for anything extra I need.”

“So you’re full-time studying, and also working part-time? Plus assignments at home and creating art pieces…” Eren nods along, wondering if maybe the man is going to sympathise with his busy schedule or mock him—it’s only art. Instead, the alpha snorts and says, “No wonder you asked Hange for a blind date; no time to go looking for yourself.”

“Yeah? Well, why did Hange set me up with you then?” Eren counters. The alpha arches his brow. “You shouldn’t have any trouble finding someone to court. And you said Hange wanted you to socialise more and just set you up. Would you have avoided me otherwise?”

Levi sighs and rests his other hand on his leg. “I’m more focused on my work and keeping to myself than trying to find a mate. I have my friend group and that’s plenty enough for me. Not everyone has this desperate need to find someone to spend the rest of their life with.”

Brows slowly drawing together, Eren asks, “So then why did you bother staying and talking to me? And even offering to let me come to your place?”

The look he receives for such a question makes him feel a little silly; obviously it’s because he likes Eren. Or at least enjoys his company? But he just admitted he isn’t looking for someone to court!

“Just because I’m not actively looking for someone doesn’t mean I’m not interested,” Levi states. Leaning forward, he sets his phone on the coffee table and relaxes back, arm still resting behind Eren’s shoulders. “Now are we watching TV or playing twenty questions or what?”

“Pick a movie we’ve already seen so we can keep talking,” Eren suggests. If it’s something he’s actually keen on watching, he knows he won’t be able to focus on both the screen and whatever Levi is talking about.

Screen on, Levi easily opens up a streaming service like second nature and says, “I’m assuming you’re cultured enough to have seen Avatar…”

“The blue people one?”

A crease between his eyes, Levi asks, “There’s another Avatar?”

Right, Levi probably missed that era. He waves it off and says, “We don’t talk about that one. The blue people Avatar is dope, put it on.” He can feel the alpha giving him an odd look but he doesn’t question him anymore, searching up the name as he unlocks his phone and taps at it a few times. Movie selected, Levi clicks at his phone and Eren sees him drag a slider, dimming the lights overhead. He gapes. “Did you just fucking do that from your phone?”

“Yes? Saves me from getting up,” Levi reasons, phone locked as he leans back against the couch. Eren chirrups; that’s so fucking cool! The alpha peers at him curiously and shakes his head, eyes closed. His scent flickers, edged with a richer wood aroma.

“Must’ve cost a lot,” Eren mumbles, side-glancing the man as he settles a little more. The faintest brush of his arm against the back of his neck has the omega fighting the urge to push more into the contact.

Wait… why is he fighting it?

“Not really. Maybe $40, connected by Bluetooth,” Levi says, gaze locked upon the screen. Without piercing eyes pinning him in place, Eren pointedly doesn’t look at the alpha as he subtly shuffles his legs and situates himself closer to Levi. Regardless of if the man noticed or not, he doesn’t comment on it, even though Eren swears he feels fingers brush against his hair for a split moment.

Like this, it’s impossible to ignore the other’s scent. It’s hard to tell whether it was previously diluted by the outside world or it’s simply grown thicker, deeper, richer. Either way, it has Eren silently preening.

It’s been… a very long time since an alpha’s aroma has smelt so nice. Has it ever been this appealing?

“Comfortable?” Levi asks, a lilt to his words as he peers at the omega. He’s slipped himself so close their thighs are almost pushed together.

“Very,” he answers, slouching more so his head rests against Levi’s bicep. Now this… this is nice.

Attention on the TV, Levi crosses his legs again. Eren not-so-subtly peeks at his face a couple times, but Levi seems more than intent on watching the movie. Maybe he doesn’t know what to talk about? He doesn’t smell nervous or anything, simply content.

Adjusting his head slightly—totally not because he wants to rub his scent onto Levi—Eren lets slip a pleasant rumble from deep beneath his ribs.

Instantly, the alpha’s head turns towards him. Blinking a couple times, Eren pats his chest, failing at stopping the purr from spilling into the air. “Sorry,” he mutters as he glances away, playing it up.

Levi sighs.

A finger pokes the far side of Eren’s temple from the arm behind his shoulders, nudging him back against the alpha’s bicep. “Stop freaking yourself out. Purr all you want, or not at all, I don’t care,” Levi tells him, peering at the omega and momentarily fussing with his hair. His gaze narrows as he pushes brown strands back into place and mumbles, “So messy…”

This time, it’s not intentional at all when Eren purrs louder at the little touches.

When he isn’t told to stop, Levi continues ‘tidying’ up Eren’s hair, touches surprisingly soft and gentle, only briefly glancing back at the screen at a loud noise, only to refocus back on the omega leaning against him.

Like this, it’s all too natural for Eren to close his eyes and purr even louder, the noise rumbling and vibrating through his body with every exhale and inhale. He can feel those fingers pause for a brief moment, observing him, before they continue moving. This time, it feels more like having his hair played with than like when his mum used to fix it for him.

In the background, he hears the narrator rambling about the movie, the alien planet, something or other. It’s not of interest.

Warmth presses against his forehead. Eren lets slip a faint hum, cracking open his eye to see Levi’s shirt. Oh. He’s scenting him, putting his scent onto Eren’s head with his own.

But the alpha withdraws just as quickly as he had approached, looking back at the TV. Eren keeps purring, wondering if maybe he can get Levi to do that some more or maybe encourage the alpha to purr himself.

But how…?

When the man doesn’t show any signs of continuing the affection, Eren sits up a bit more. The action draws a pair of silvery eyes towards him. Undeterred, the omega pushes his face closer until he can scrub his scent into Levi’s shoulder.

He withdraws only briefly, checking, but Levi doesn’t tell him off or show any signs of discomfort, merely tilts his head at the scenting and sniffs a couple times. The arm resting along the back of the couch remains there, fingers briefly brushing against Eren’s hair.

Movie forgotten, Eren turns, tucks his leg on the couch, and pushes closer so he can continue putting his scent on the alpha.

He really meant it when he admitted that Levi’s aroma is nice. And being able to exchange it with his own? It has the pleasant rumble within his throat growing louder, bolder. And the smell within his nose is warm and cottony. So… he’s enjoying it, right?

But when Eren bumps against his arm, it’s shifted, tense. His silver eyes widen that slight bit more than normal, staring at the omega. Bouncing backwards, he rushes to say, “Sorry! Too much?”

“It’s fine,” Levi answers without hesitation. “I don’t have people over often is all.” Ah. He’s not used to it?

“Then you do it.”

His words only serve to make the older frown and turn more towards him. “What?”

“You’re not used to it, so you scent me instead of getting all stiff,” Eren explains, turning so he is sitting backwards on the couch and can properly face the other. However, instead of resuming the affection, Levi leans forward slightly and pauses, right hand hovering beside the brunette’s arm. Smile spreading across his face, Eren bumps against his fingers and lets his purr grow louder. “C’mon, you said you liked my scent!”

“I do,” he mutters, finally seeming to come back to life.

Eren doesn’t fight when he’s guided forward by a hand at the back of his head, face tucking down against Levi’s shoulder as the alpha firmly rubs his scent into the omega’s hair, slowing to briefly breathe it in before shifting to the other side.

Chirrups in his throat, Eren shuffles his legs out of the way so his back doesn’t have to bow uncomfortably. It allows him to slump more against Levi’s shoulder, shifting one arm across the man’s lap for balance. Fuck, it’s been a while since he’s been properly scented like this…

Levi’s aroma isn’t syrupy like an omega’s, but it still manages to draw Eren in like a sweet dessert. It lingers within his head, swirling around and twisting over itself. And with every inhale, it only grows more potent, soaked into his hair and everywhere the alpha touches.

Eyes drifting shut, Eren continues purring and rubbing his cheek firmly against Levi’s shirt. Doesn’t matter if this is only their first date, or even their last; he’s going to make sure his scent is left behind, a subtle statement that Eren was here.

But when his arm buckles without permission, he teeters and grunts when Levi shifts and catches him. Hand against his nape, Eren hums and blinks blearily at the alpha peering at him. His eyes look a lot more relaxed than they did when they were in that café, though with the added effect of being darker.

“Are you alright?” Levi asks, observing his face as he rubs the back of Eren’s neck. Eren nods along, sniffing the air a couple times and only further settling himself within that warm haze of contentment. The alpha blinks, lips parting briefly, and pats a hand at his back before questioning, “Are you scent drunk?”

At the question, Eren huffs and scrunches his nose, making a point of snorting at the air—not like it gets rid of the delicious aroma flooding his cloudy mind and making it even foggier.

“No, I’m NOT!” he huffs. He’s perfectly fine! He’s just… just relaxing, that’s all. Not scent drunk!

Levi stares at him, eyes lidded, clearly not convinced as he deadpans, “Mhm.”

“I’m serious!”

“I bet you are,” the alpha mutters as he idly rubs his fingers, either oblivious to what he’s doing or he’s intentionally pretending he doesn’t realise as Eren shivers and melts a little more in his hold. It’s almost too easy for his eyelids to fall shut as a sigh spills past his lips. This time, Levi scents along the side of his face, holding him in just the right way.

But when the alpha’s nose brushes against his jaw, Eren can’t deny the intense surge that powers through him as he tips his head back and purrs louder.

Levi’s grip tightens on his nape. They both freeze.

Then, voice low, the man asks, “Did you just bare your neck to me?”

Eren pauses for a brief moment, considering what just happened, and blinks down his nose at Levi, head tipped towards the ceiling.

“Yeah, I did,” he admits, tightening his grip on the couch cushion on the other side of the alpha. His answer is a single eyebrow slowly arching at him. It’s what felt right, what he wanted to do! Nothing wrong with that. “Problem?”

“You’re so damn trusting,” the man chastises, sighing and shaking his head. Eren sniffs, but nothing stale or sharp spices the air, only Levi’s thick, content aroma fogging his mind and dulling his senses. He’s not legitimately upset by this.

Even as Eren sways slightly, Levi holds the younger steady and helps him balance on the couch. He gives up on keeping the omega back, allowing the brunette to push closer again and resume purring with delight as Levi turns and brushes his nose along the line of his throat, breathing in his scent where it is thickest.

Eren swallows. Sure, he understands why Levi was so shocked at him baring his neck like that; it’s a delicate area. He could be oh so easily bitten there. But Eren is confident this alpha won’t do that, won’t take advantage of his relaxed state. He simply sags against Levi and chirrups at the alpha’s thorough scenting, unafraid. His aroma won’t wash away for a while.

It takes an extra moment for Eren to shift his hands around, trying to get into the right position to push himself up. Whether or not Levi notices him moving, he can’t tell. The alpha continues brushing his nose against his neck, thumbing over his nape, thumb and forefinger massaging in small circles.

But when Eren shifts his weight, swings a leg over the man’s lap, and sits down atop him, the alpha hums and grabs hold of his middle, holding him steady. He doesn’t pull back, keeping the brunette close, and Eren melts into the contact.

“This what you do on all your dates?” Levi asks, voice low and vibrating against Eren’s skin.

Gripping the back of the couch and kneading the leather, the omega shakes his head ever so slightly. “Noooo, no,” he mumbles, delighted purr deepening. This time, he intentionally tips his head back, throat bared without concern, unsurprised when Levi huffs and breathes in his syrupy sweet aroma, nose pushed into his scent gland.

Lips brush against flushed skin. A shiver darts along Eren’s spine. The hand settled against his side begins drifting towards Eren’s back, palm splayed, and pulls him closer, chest-to-chest. Breath hitching, he can’t stop the smile spreading across his face. Damn… it’s been a long while since someone held him like this.

Maybe he is scent drunk. Or maybe he’s simply touch starved. Perhaps Levi could just be that hot, that attractive, that Eren can’t help but scrub his scent firmly against his shoulder. But it’s not enough. And judging by the light, almost teasing brushes of lips and barely-there teeth against his neck, Levi must be thinking the same.

It goes against his instinct to pull back, to tip his chin down and bar the alpha from continuing scenting such a sensitive area, but Eren swallows down his little whines and does it anyway.

And when he peers at Levi’s face, he’s met by blown pupils and a hooded gaze that makes him feel like he’s a mere second away from being eaten alive.

Eren wouldn’t complain.

He gives no reaction time, leaning in and connecting their mouths, purr rumbling against Levi’s lips as his eyelids fall shut. The hand on his nape squeezes. Eren shudders. It massages in small circles, over and over, until Eren lets slip a pleasant little chirrup and leans backwards, only for the alpha to push after him, holding him close with the hand on his back.

Fuck… he wants to submit so bad! Levi seems like the kind of alpha to take care of him…

It’s just all too easy for Eren to settle further into Levi’s lap, knees squeezing against either side of the alpha’s hips and shuffling even closer. The hand along his back drags him in, allowing his thighs to spread and make room, bodies aligned perfectly from stomach to chest.

And when a warm, wet tongue presses against Eren’s lips, he immediately opens up to it, invites Levi inside, and purrs at the taste of tea spreading throughout his mouth.

It’s purely instinct when he grinds forward with a slow roll of his hips, relishing in the warmth of bliss that seeps into his limbs. And if the small huff and tightening grip is anything to go off, Levi certainly doesn’t mind it. But just to make sure…

The second grind together has a startling low growl slipping from the alpha.

Eren shudders and digs his nails into the back of the couch.

“Was this your plan from the start?” Levi questions, using the hand at the back of Eren’s neck to tip his head to the side so he can drag his teeth along the sensitive flesh of the omega’s neck. “Meet me, sweet talk a little, flirt, and fuck on my couch?”

Eren blinks at the accusation at first, more surprised than anything else, before he shakes his head and snorts. “No, no, it wasn’t!” He just couldn’t help himself. An alpha as confident and collected as Levi and he smells so good too and isn’t overly affectionate or anything, just… right.

Levi leans back enough that he can meet the omega’s forest green gaze with his own unconvinced stare. “Mhm, sure.”

“I really was going to just have a date,” Eren continues as his hand drifts to toy with the shorter hairs of Levi’s undercut. “I figured nothing would happen or maybe it’d be too awkward or I just wouldn’t click with you, but… I wasn’t expecting all of this and you and how could I not?”

“Ah?” The alpha nudges a single finger along the underside of the omega’s jawline so he can better peer at Eren’s face. “I half expected Hange would’ve tried to set me up with someone who would just fuck off after a hook up to try to make me want a mate. You’re serious about trying to court me?” Then, brows pinched, Levi says, “Don’t think fucking on the first date is what one would consider stereotypical courting.”

It’s… quite a question. One that could be easily answered with a single word, but Eren swallows and can’t find the right answer, not one that gives the right vibe. And the longer those piercing eyes gaze at him, awaiting an answer even as explorative fingers sneak beneath the hem of his shirt, the weaker his restraint grows.

And when he sees the faintest parting of Levi’s lips, ready to speak some more, Eren pushes forward to seal their mouths together, silencing the alpha with a kiss.

That should be answer enough.

It’s all too easy to get lost in the alpha’s delicious, intoxicating scent, purring and shivering as a hot tongue curls around his own and traces along his teeth. Each touch has his thighs twitching and squeezing on either side of Levi’s hips. He can’t even keep his eyes open, huffing through his nose and rocking his hips even more against the now very obvious lump within the alpha’s slacks.

Until the man nips his lips—not hard but enough to make Eren whine and pull back. The hand behind his head holds him close as Levi asks, “Are you going to keep humping me like you’re in heat or can I get your pants off?”

Eren ponders the suggestion before resting a hand on the arm around his back and casually guiding it away. “I can get them off,” he says, quirking his kiss-swollen lips.

Levi hums and leans farther back, allowing his arm to rest along the back of the couch as he admires the omega. And, okay, maybe he wants to show off a little, to make the man lose a bit of control—something he appears to have vast amounts of.

So as Eren turns around and pops open the button on his pants, thumbs hooking into his waistband and tauntingly dragging it down, he can practically feel the hunger oozing off of Levi. And when he chances a glance backwards, he’s greeted by the sight of the alpha staring directly at his newly-exposed ass. And when their gazes meet, a deep, rumbling growl spills from the alpha, a hint of fang to go with it.

Eren is quick to whip his head away from the salacious stare—perhaps a bit too quickly. His pants trap his legs, blocking him from balancing himself out as he begins to teeter yet again.

This time, he has a pair of arms wrapping around him and a mouth against the nape of his neck.

“Now I think you’re intentionally being clumsy,” Levi mutters, palm spread across Eren’s chest, chiselled body plastered along his backside. “Or are you really just a stumbling virgin?”

Eren pauses at the question. He’s tempted to get defensive—stumbling virgin?!—but then realises Levi is completely correct; Eren almost fell while taking his pants off because he wanted to be a little sexy while doing it.

His silence gives him away. Levi’s hand pauses in its exploration as the alpha grabs onto his arm and spins the omega around to face him. “That was an attempt at humour, but now it’s not so funny. Really? Never?”

Cheeks flushing a rich shade of red, Eren huffs and tries not to pout; he fails. “I told you! I don’t go on dates or no one is available. And some of them reek!”

“So you want to throw away your first time with a stranger,” Levi summarises, eyes widening. Eren almost thinks he’s mad—maybe he’s a little annoyed—but there’s a low, intrigued spice sitting beneath the surface. He’s certainly not against being Eren’s first.

“I mean, why not?” Eren says with a shrug. “I’m not getting any younger.” Besides, Levi is hot, he’s sexy, and he smells absolutely divine! Why wouldn’t he want to get fucked by this gorgeous, sexy alpha? Levi will treat him well, he can tell…

A startled peep slips through at an arm encircling Eren and dragging his pants the rest of the way off. Gaze unwavering and voice low, Levi asks, “Why me?”

Why indeed…

A frown briefly etches into Eren’s face, only to immediately fade away when the alpha slides his hand beneath his shirt, tracing up along his spine while the other toys with his underwear. Each teasing touch is like torture, but he can’t escape—doesn’t want to escape.

“You’re… different,” he finally says. Levi hums and plucks at his waistband. Eren yelps when it snaps into his middle, huffing briefly, but the man merely holds him tighter in response. “I don’t know how else to explain! No one’s scent smelt ‘right’ or they just didn’t appeal to me. And you just… It’s like I can’t stop, you know? I mean, I absolutely can, but…”

“I understand,” Levi mutters. Seemingly satisfied with that answer, he pulls on the elastic again and lets go, drinking in the low whine that ensues. Each inhale pulls deep, scent-rich air into his lungs, yet again flooding Eren’s mind with the alpha’s delicious aroma. And when Levi drags Eren’s hips closer, thigh pushing up between the omega’s to press against wet heat, he asks, “Are you going to let me fuck you here or do you deserve a bed?”

Fuck.

It takes every ounce of self-control Eren has left to stop his legs from giving way beneath himself. A bed does sound nice, but, honestly? Anywhere will do.

“I don’t mind,” he answers with a faint shrug of his shoulders. “I’ll enjoy it no matter where.” He will, he definitely will if the sizable hard-on digging into his hip is anything to go off.

Levi’s lips twitch, like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out, swallowed silent. Instead, he gives a small tug at Eren’s shirt and cocks his head, gesturing for him to follow as he leads Eren towards a door which he can only assume leads to the bedroom.

When it’s pushed open, he’s proven right, but Eren has zero interest in observing the room when the man before him unbuttons his shirt and turns around. He can’t get a single word out before the alpha latches onto him again. A hungry hand curls around his thigh, stopping him from stepping backwards as he’s knocked off balance, forced to cling to Levi to avoid falling, only to find himself sandwiched against the wall. Oh yeah, this is nice…

“This is your last chance,” Levi warns, hot air rushing past Eren’s face as a firm hand squeezes his leg, sending a cascade of shivers racing through him.

With a low, shaky breath, Eren says, “Keep going.” He can’t stop the tight grasp his fingers use to cling to Levi’s shoulders, then slowly drags them down over his chest. He can feel the powerful muscles twitching beneath his palms.

However, they both remain frustratingly clothed. Thick fingers slip further up his leg, sneaking under the hem of his underwear and curling at the backside of Eren’s thigh. So close…

And even when his back drags along the wall, allowing him to put more weight on the knee between his own, Levi holds him tighter and presses their foreheads together, holding him still. He can’t escape the man’s piercing stare digging into him, skin prickling. So close, he can no doubt see everything, from how dilated Eren’s pupils are to the beautiful flush staining his cheeks.

A whine spills into the air between them the longer he’s trapped in place but not given what he wants. Eren squirms, trying and failing to kick the other into motion. “C’mooon!” Then, voice dropping to barely a whisper, he says, “Alpha, please?”

That manages to convince him. Not once looking away, Levi hooks a thumb into Eren’s waistband with one hand while the other works on undoing his pants, belt flicked open and button unclasped.

Underwear slipping to hang around his ankles, Eren’s impatient hands slide down to help yank the strip of dark leather out, hearing a faint puff of air spilling from the alpha.

“Eager, hmm?” The man’s dark, hooded stare gives away the teasing nature behind his words.

But when Eren manages to pull Levi’s zipper down and looks, he’s met by a very visible bulge within the other’s grey briefs, something that immediately has a deep blush spreading across his cheeks and staining his ears.

Levi lets slip a low hum within his throat that has Eren swaying forward and latching onto the last piece of remaining fabric separating them, hurrying to pull it back and release the alpha’s hardened cock. And, shit, the scent that slaps him in the face, rich and thick, deep and making his mind spin and race. A whine spills from his throat, high and airy.

“You’re fine,” Levi says, a reassurance and a reminder. And when those tantalising fingers drag along the back of his leg, barely tracing over sensitive skin, his skin prickles with goosebumps, another desperate noise strangled within his throat. Levi squeezes tighter and swipes at a trail of slick staining Eren’s inner thigh. His hand withdraws as he peers at the clear liquid coating his fingertips. “Wet already?”

So what if he’s already turned on? How can he not be?!

His tongue feels like it weighs a tonne, struggling to say the simplest of words when all Eren can think about is the hard alpha cock bumping against his hip bone. And when Levi sniffs at his hand… fuck.

A keen in his throat, Eren reaches up to grab onto Levi’s wrist. The man watches intently, allowing him to guide his hand down between them, never once looking away from his face and fuck, the staring is making his face heat up so much, it’s embarrassing being watched like this! It feels like Levi is going to eat him alive!

But when he finally turns Levi’s hand upwards and feels those fingertips slowly drag along soaked folds, Eren’s spine arches clean off the wall, head tipping back to stare at the ceiling. Fuck it, yeah, he’s baring his throat, but, shit, he can’t help it, especially not when Levi carefully slides a single digit against his entrance. He clenches around nothing with a whimper.

“This what you want?” he asks, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious. Eren nods and bites at his lip, standing on his tippy toes when that one finger teases at his slick soaked hole. “Use your words, tell me what you want.”

Hands shaking around Levi’s wrist, Eren twitches with every little touch like he’s being played by an instrument. And as he intentionally drops down, pressing more of the alpha’s finger inside himself, a low groan spills forth into the air.

“Knot me,” he breathes, eyes scrunching shut as he rocks his hips and shudders through the warm throb of bliss from grinding against his open palm. “I want… your knot in me.”

“You think you can take it?” Levi asks, voice low as he slides slick-soaked fingers along the outside of his dribbling pussy. Eren immediately keens and thumps his shoulders against the wall. Maybe he can, maybe he can’t, but he’s determined to at least try! And the way Levi’s finger sinks even deeper —ooh fuck! “Your first time… and you think you can take my knot?”

Eren doesn’t dare risk opening his mouth. He’ll either moan like a whore or not even be able to get a single word out.

Fingers crook and press upwards. A sharp squeal spills out of the omega. He can’t escape the wonderful touches even if he wanted to.

“Can you?” Levi asks. A mouth presses at the underside of Eren’s jaw, forcing his head back even more. “Show me you want it.”

Show Levi. Convince him he can take it. Yeah, yeah, he can do that, definitely. Just…

Eren takes an extra second to breathe, relishing in the love bites being sucked into his neck, grinding down a little bit harder. This is fucking heaven or something!

Finally gathering up whatever courage he has remaining, the omega gently pulls Levi’s hand away. He already feels so hollow and empty, slick dribbling down his thighs. A concerned crease threads through the alpha’s brow as he observes Eren’s face, only to take a step back when the brunette bumps his hip against Levi’s.

But the moment the older realises he’s merely turning around, his clean hand settles against Eren’s waist, thumbing over his tanned skin.

“I can,” Eren says, resting his chest against the cool wall, palm splayed. He can barely see Levi over his shoulder. “I can take you, your knot, see?” No matter how tightly the alpha squeezes at his side, he can’t stop Eren from shoving his hips back, twitching cock against his ass.

“Let’s find out then,” Levi growls. A hand brushes over Eren’s skin to grip his girthy shaft, nudging the flushed tip between his legs. Shit, he’s really doing it…

Words barely louder than a whisper, Eren says, “Please, Levi…” He doesn’t even have to say what he’s begging for; the man already knows, especially when he shuffles his feet and attempts to tilt his hips upwards.

One hand squeezing his waist, the other slowly feeds Levi’s cock into the omega’s dripping cunt.

Eren’s lungs freeze. Eyes scrunch shut. It’s… so unfamiliar! Someone spreading him open and filling him up. It’s a lot. Like… a lot! Levi presses even closer, sliding deeper despite the way Eren’s legs begin trembling.

“Maybe you can take it,” Levi says, breath washing across Eren’s cheek as the alpha rests both hands on his sides, thumbing over his lower back and dragging him closer until he feels ready to burst, hips meeting his ass.

Fucking shit… Shit, even though he saw Levi’s dick earlier, it doesn’t compare in the slightest to how it feels when finally inside him. And the man doesn’t even move, shuffling closer until he has Eren pinned completely against the wall, chin resting upon the omega’s shoulder so he can scent at his flushed cheek.

“This what you wanted?” A particularly slow grind punctuates Levi’s deep words against the shell of Eren’s ear. “Did you think you’d end up here, being fucked against my bedroom wall, when you first saw me?”

Spine arching and head thrown back, Eren can’t even think of responding, can’t make his heavy tongue move properly as he stands on the balls of his feet and rocks backward, only for Levi to shove him forward even harder. He’s pinned yet again and the alpha doesn’t show any signs of moving—not until his question is answered.

Wetting his lips, Eren finally says, “There was just something about you…” He’s rewarded with a tantalising roll of hips into him, then back again, slowly repeating, encouraging him to continue. “You’re different from every other alpha I’ve met. I don’t know what or why but yeah.”

A hot mouth presses against his nape, trailing down then up to the side, nipping just below his ear. “Would you believe me if I told you the same?” Levi mutters, lips buzzing with warmth. “That I don’t buy drinks for random omegas who trip and fall into me. It wasn’t your scent or eyes either.”

“My eyes…?” Eren repeats. A particularly harsh thrust has him gasping and scraping his nails across the wall, only to apologise and curl his hands into fists. Don’t damage the paint!

“You’re an idiot if you don’t realise how pretty your eyes are,” Levi huffs, gripping Eren’s hips with both hands so he can drag him back into every motion.

Each time, a new noise spills out of Eren’s lips, flooding the air with sounds he never knew he could make. He isn’t even moving properly yet! Just… little grinds together that makes his knees weak and a deep, rumbling purr roll from his swollen lips.

“Please?” he breathes, skin shivering as a firm hand trails along his spine and curls around his nape. His breath hitches. Back arching even more, Eren asks, “Levi, please, please.” Then, voice lower, he adds, “Alpha…?”

Fingers curl into his hair, tightening and pulling until a wonderful warmth blooms both from his head and deep inside his gut where he can feel Levi’s cock.

“Look.”

He lets slip a confused, curious hum, only for his head to be turned to the side and exposed to a mirror. The wardrobe faces them, revealing how startlingly sexy he looks. Shit… That’s what he looks like? Eren arches even more, standing on his tippy-toes and shoving his ass even further back against Levi.

Then those rough fingers tighten and yank, forcing his head back until a whine spills forth.

“You can do better than this,” the alpha mutters against his ear. “Present for me.”

It would be oh so easy to simply… obey and do what Levi wants him to; present like a good omega begging to be fucked. But, no, not so fast, where’s the fun in that? Giving in so easily just because he asked? Nah!

Eren turns his head to meet the alpha’s stare, takes a moment to lick his lips, and says, “Make me.”

“Ah?” Levi pauses for a moment, a single brow arching at the bold request. He falls still.

There’s a brief second where Eren worries maybe he said the wrong thing, only for the hand in his hair to tug even harder. A shrill whine spills forth, soon trailing off into a deep moan and full body shudder as the alpha drags his hips back, away from the wall.

Levi’s voice holds a rougher edge to it when he states, “Seems I’ll just have to teach you how to present.”

Eren chances a glance at the mirror, only to see his spine arched and ass out, face half-pressed against the wall. A perfect standing presentation. The sight alone has him clenching down tighter as he’s rewarded with a long drag of Levi’s cock inside of him, only to be filled up by a shocking thrust. Eren gasps and thumps the wall with his open palm.

Legs shaking, Eren doesn’t even realise he’s falling lower until a hand curls around beneath his stomach, holding him up. And no matter how much he tries, he can’t smother each delicious noise that spills into the air until it finally all builds up, heat within his chest that won’t fade away.

A deep, rich purr rumbles away within his chest, airy gasps joining in whenever Levi hits just the right angle.

He startles at the cheek against his head, scent radiating delicious alpha pheromones and intoxicating arousal. “Are you purring for me?” he asks.

Logically, Eren knows it’s a rhetorical question, but it’s just too good to pass up!

“Nooo,” he chuckles, words vibrating with said purr.

His sass is rewarded with a sharper tug on his hair as Levi pins him in place and fucks in harder, keeping the omega’s hips raised. Eren’s gasps quickly morph into pitching moans the instant firm fingers slide down between his legs, sliding along his drenched cunt to feel the way he stretches around the man’s generous shaft.

It feels like a fever dream when he feels Levi’s teeth nip at his neck like a warning, a threat that has his hair standing on end. “Didn’t expect you to be such a sassy brat.”

“Are you complaining?” Eren asks, only for his cheeky smile to be completely wiped off his face as his breath is stolen by another and another powerful thrust. It leaves him trembling and straining to stand on his toes, scraping the wall.

Against his ear, Levi responds, “Not at all.”

As if to prove his point, the alpha grinds their hips together, allowing Eren to feel the faintest bump of a slowly-growing knot along the base of his cock. And, shit, if he’s already filling him up like this, and there’s even more yet to come… fuck.

“More?” He’s answered by a low, questioning hum as Levi juts his hips sharper, deeper. Bliss sparkles along his spine like tiny fireworks, leaving him shivering, exhale shaky. “Alpha, please, want more. Want…” Throat dry, Eren swallows and says, “Want your knot filling me up, stuffing me full, want it so bad!”

A low groan sounds from behind as Levi fucks into him harder, definitely enjoying his dirty talk.

“You sure it’s your first time?” His voice is like molten lava pouring over Eren’s skin, setting him on fire. “You’re taking me like a pro and want my knot too?”

“I can take it,” Eren says, only for his words to dip into a mumble when he adds on, “Daddy…”

The hand in his hair tightens and yanks. With a low whimper, Eren scrunches his eyes up and squints, the alpha’s face hovering so close to him, peering into him and picking him apart piece by piece.

“What was that?”

Biting his lip, Eren shakes his head and looks away, only to startle and yelp as a slap lands on his ass.

“If you have something to say, say it louder instead of mumbling. No one likes a mumbler. Speak up, or do I have to make you? Do you want to be hit like a whore?”

Okay, okay, fuck. It’s not like Eren hasn’t been slapped before, once or twice on the ass from overly friendly people, but they’ve never sent such a sudden and shocking thrill racing up his spine like this before. Maybe it’s a once-off thing, or maybe it’s just Levi.

Either way, the brunette huffs, lips curling into a smile. He pointedly stares at the alpha pinning him to the wall, huffing, smothering sweet noises sitting in his chest, building up with each delicious collision of their hips.

“You wanna be a whore? Fine,” Levi says, the only warning before he spanks Eren’s ass again, and again.

Each impact yanks a startled breathy whine from Eren’s mouth, skin staining red in the shape of hands as he shivers and scrunches his eyes shut. Not seeing the approaching hand only makes the strike more delicious. Each unseen spank draws forth more delicious sweetness from the omega as his thighs tremble, threatening to give way if it weren’t for Levi holding him in place.

But that surprising heat he’s only used to his own hand delivering has his desperate whines growing louder. He squeezes tighter around the alpha’s cock.

A hot breath against his nape. “Is this what you wanted? How you expected your first time to go?” To prove his point, Levi slaps his ass and digs his fingers into Eren’s hips with enough force that it’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t bruise. “Not interested in other alphas ‘cause they would be too soft with you? All you need is a proper fuck and knot.”

His knee accidentally hits the wall when a spark of unrivalled bliss threatens to break through, managing to make the alpha pause for a second, but only a second.

Then Levi shoves Eren’s head to the side, cheek pinned against the wall, staring into his eye with blown pupils. His words roll out like rumbling thunder when he asks, “You going to cum before I get my knot in you?”

With a low keen in his throat, Eren arches into every sweet motion that rocks through him, swallowing a moan only to gasp a mere second later as shivers trickle along his spine.

“Just a little more,” he finally says. Levi’s gaze rakes across his trembling form, soaking in every miniscule response as he hums. Eren’s voice unintentionally pitches up when he continues begging, “Please, alpha, please, wanna be touched more!”

It’s like a statement when Levi mutters, “Greedy.” A statement Eren can’t deny in the slightest.

The hand in his hair disappears, snaking around his middle instead to spread across his stomach while the other climbs higher. His skin prickles, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps wherever the alpha touches.

Only to startle when fingers pinch at a perked nipple, pulling a breathy cry from Eren’s bitten lips. And his other hand? It palms across his clit without restraint, feeding bliss and pleasure directly through the omega’s veins, an addict that can’t deny himself his relief. Dull nails scrape against the wall again. Eren tilts his hips, bearing back against Levi as the swell of a growing knot becomes more and more noticeable. Yeah, he’s not going to make it, fuck…!

Needy whines merge with every exhale, breathy and slowly growing louder and higher. Skin on fire, Eren scrunches his eyes shut, can’t even see properly anyway. Every thrust stuffs him full in ways he never thought possible, filling him up so wonderfully that he can’t imagine enjoying sex if it isn’t like this.

But as that tantalising swell of bliss gathers and builds, stomach tensing over and over, Eren’s grasp on his voice slowly falls apart. His breaths carry with it delicious moans and gasps, evidence of how well the alpha is fucking him.

Occasionally, a sudden jolt of intense heat darts up his spine, and the next one that hits has Eren stiffening up and blurting out, “Levi—”

A growl rumbles against his ear. But unlike a warning, this is soft and deep, rumbling almost like a purr.

“Leviiii…” His groan is rewarded with a faint nip against his shoulder. Eren shudders in response. Another nip and suck paired with the impending heat of his rapidly approaching climax has the omega throwing his head back. “Levi!”

And when that dam finally bursts, snapping and flooding Eren with leg-shaking pleasure, his mouth hangs open in a silent scream, lungs frozen as he scrambles for something to hold onto, to ground him, because holy shit!

Latching onto Levi’s wrist, Eren’s lips remain parted, air caught in his throat as his hips grind down, torn between the delicious hand against his clit and the cock stuffed inside him. He settles for grinding back and forth, over and over, groaning in delight, dragging out his high for as long as possible.

Skin shining with sweat, the omega purrs and finally lets out a long sigh. He sucks in greedy breaths and fucks himself back against Levi’s dick, wincing at the ache in his back from being pushed against the wall and forced to arch for so long.

His discomfort is easily overtaken by the persistent fingers sliding across his stretched pussy. Eren flicks his hair the other way, trying to get a few strands out of his face so he can better look over his shoulder at the man.

“C’mon, I want… your knot in me,” he admits. Levi’s gaze remains locked upon his face, drinking in every little movement and motion that has the omega shivering and letting slip another delicious moan. Lip bitten, Eren says, “I couldn’t wait, please, I’m not done yet, not done, keep going…!”

“And I’m not done with you either.”

No warning or time to brace, Eren fumbles slightly when Levi steps forward and sandwiches him completely against the wall, yanking a gasp from the younger. It’s fucking cold! But, shit, it’s just what he needs, so distinct from the all-consuming heat of Levi against his backside.

The brutal, unrelenting slam of the alpha’s hips into Eren has him twitching repeatedly, a contrast from the brush of lips against his nape, teeth occasionally edging out followed by a harsh suck—is he leaving hickeys?!

His hair will cover it. Besides, the possessiveness of Levi wanting to leave behind marks on him… yeah.

The hand sitting between his legs grinds even harder, palming his poor, abused clit until Eren can’t take it anymore, legs shaking and knees knocking against the wall. Each pulse of pleasure zings through his nerves so fast it feels like a gunshot, adrenaline and phantom pain.

Eren slaps the wall over and over as he gasps and says, “Slow, slow! Too much!” The alpha listens, slowing down. Finally, he can think. Swallowing, the brunette licks his lips. “Can we move? My back hurts…”

“Sorry,” Levi says, withdrawing and taking a step back. Eren immediately turns to chase after his warmth, only to find himself spun around and knocked off balance. Blankets and sheets against his back, he blinks up at Levi from the bed. What a sight…

Pupils blown, the alpha huffs overhead, hair falling down across his eyes as he sets a knee on the edge of the bed. Gaze locked upon Eren, he’s like a beast slowly encroaching on its prey, stalking closer.

Before he can get too close, Eren reaches up, fingers trailing lightly across Levi’s chest and up towards his neck. The man holds steady, seemingly unmoved by the omega’s touch. Sitting up, Eren’s lips quirk, eyes dropping to admire the other’s lips momentarily, remembers how wonderful they felt against his own.

Two palms curl around either side of Levi’s face, slowly luring him closer as Eren kneels upon the mattress and kisses him.

What was meant to be soft with gratitude and appreciation lasts only two seconds before the alpha’s tongue slides between his lips, exploring and tasting everything he can reach. Eren melts. He purrs deeper as an arm wraps around his back as he slowly falls backwards, lips curling into a smile against Levi’s mouth. His mind has a brief moment of panic when he teeters past the point of falling, but Eren eases; alpha has him, won’t drop him. Levi has him…

“Still want my knot?” the alpha asks with a hum as he lays Eren down, hovering overhead.

“Please.” The word rolls off his tongue so naturally like it’s meant to be said repeatedly. Levi nudges him backwards, further onto the bed, and guides him with gentle touches of his hand, dragging his knee up so the alpha can settle between them. Eren twitches and exhales shakily. “Levi, alpha, please, want your knot so bad!” he whines, wrapping both arms around the man’s shoulders and holding him close.

He refuses to let go, blinking beneath Levi’s intense gaze as the alpha situates himself with a hand on the mattress beside the younger’s head. At the feeling of heat pressing back inside of him, filling him up again, Eren latches onto his wrist, clinging to it and rubbing his cheek against Levi’s forearm.

Eren tilts his hips back, legs raised, and shudders as Levi’s dick sinks to the hilt again, finding slight resistance thanks to his knot. And when he grinds down on his clit, the omega keens and throws his head back.

“Levi, please!” he begs yet again, scrunching his eyes shut as he clenches around the thick cock inside him. He can feel the way it throbs in response, a soft grunt sitting in the alpha’s throat.

“So desperate for my knot,” Levi mutters even as he withdraws and begins fucking into Eren again, making the omega’s body bounce on the mattress from each thrust.

The distance between them is just insulting. Eren whines louder as he tightens his arms to pull them chest-to-chest, back arching from the sheets until the alpha grunts and lowers himself, lying atop him. A hot puff of air brushes across his skin. Not once does Levi stop, one hand gripping onto Eren’s waist while the other fists the sheets beside his head.

Running purely on instinct, Eren shoves his cheek against Levi’s face, thoroughly scenting the alpha, needs his scent soaked into his skin and vice versa. Another rumble rolls through the older’s chest, rich and low.

The swell of a thick, promising knot threatens to tear him open. A shallow keen spills out of Eren’s mouth. It’s so filling, so perfect, almost too much when it stretches him open on every push in. And when a twinge of pain slips through, Eren can’t stop the way his knee jerks upwards as he cries out—more startled than anything else.

Fingers sink into his hair, grounding and promising. Hips grind together. Levi tightens his hold and pushes his delicious knot deeper until Eren whimpers.

Using the hold on his hair, Levi tips the omega’s head back, neck bared, and presses his lips to Eren’s throat. “Shh, here, you can have it, have my knot now.”

Eren keens and jolts within Levi’s hold, nails digging into the alpha’s back and pulling a grunt from the man’s lips when he drags them down, no doubt leaving behind long, angry red lines. And, shit, the way he grinds their hips together, like he’s trying to fuck his knot even deeper—shitttt! He’s so perfectly full, wonderfully stuffed.

Fighting the hold on his hair, Eren feels a few strands snap. He almost bites Levi’s neck if it wasn’t for the fingers tightening on him, but his shoulder will suffice.

“What the fuck are you—?”

Whimper stuck in his throat, Eren clings tighter, doesn’t dare open his eyes, and intentionally clenches. The fat cock inside him twitches at the same time he hears Levi cursing and giving a startled thrust, can’t pull out or push any deeper; they’re locked together.

He bites harder, almost to the point of breaking skin, only for the alpha to hiss and yank the younger back.

Dark, lidded eyes meet his gaze as Levi pants raggedly. All Eren has to do is groan his name and arch his back before the alpha’s eyelids shut completely as he grunts and fucks his hips forward in startled little thrusts. He swears he feels the cum inside him—hot and oozing.

Then he hears in a low, raspy voice, “Why do you smell… like you’re in heat…?”

“What?” Did he hear that right? Or is he still loopy from finally getting a knot inside him? Each little shift between their bodies has Eren keening and arching up from the bed, shuddering and biting his lip. No, no, stay still! Levi just said… he’s in heat? Face scrunching, he blurts out, “No, I can’t be! I had my heat not too long ago.”

It wouldn’t make sense to start now. And it’s the worst possible time too! Being knotted by an alpha he just met—albeit a super hot, sexy alpha—and now he’s going into heat? Shit…

Levi blinks down at him, eyes dark with lust even after shoving his knot inside the omega. He breathes slowly. “Yeah, well, it’s happening whether you like it or not,” the man states. With a low grunt, Levi forcibly drags himself up and turns his head away. “I can drop you home, but I don’t want you doing anything you’re going to regret while you’re in heat.”

“I’m more worried about how you’ll react to my heat,” Eren says. He can see the heavier breaths, the erratic rise and fall of Levi’s chest—but maybe that’s because he just had a mini workout while fucking him.

“I’ll be fine; I’m not going to bite you like this.”

Eren nods slowly, okay, Levi has a good grasp on his self-control, that’s good. So why does his chest tighten until a low whine spills out? Why is this… not good news?

Even Levi pauses and shuffles above him, staring.

Eren expects him to not be bothered by his whining, to simply tell the omega to calm down, shut up, it’s fine. He isn’t even upset about going into heat; that’s fine, albeit a weird occurrence, but it’s okay.

Maybe it’s the heat making him emotional…

So when Levi slowly lies down atop him and turns his face away, bodies aligned, Eren stares with wide eyes. He doesn’t stare for long before firm fingers curl into his soft hair and drag him closer, shoving his nose against the alpha’s throat.

“Calm down, Eren, you’re fine.”

With a slow inhale, Eren nods, breathing in the man’s delicious aroma and sighing long and slow.

“I’m fine about my heat happening, it’s fine, that’s not what I’m upset about…” It’s not. But then what is?

…Oh.

“I want you to bite me.”

“No.” Eren freezes. What? “I’m not going to bite you, you don’t even know me. Don’t be stupid. Did my knot manage to destroy your last remaining brain cell?”

Eren tries to accept it—Levi doesn’t want to bite him, and that’s fine! That’s his decision—but knowing that the alpha refuses to give him the one thing his instinct is craving feels like absolute torture!

Whine sitting high in his throat, Eren thumps his foot on the mattress and begs, “Please?” And when he pulls his head back, he can see the way Levi’s gaze darts down to his neck, lingering for a second. Head tipping back, Eren bares even more tempting skin. “Please, Levi, alpha, I need it, need you to bite me, please!”

“You’re in heat!” Levi counters. He looks ready to come up with another excuse when Eren pushes against the mattress and shoves their hips together, squeezing like he’s trying to milk his knot of every last drop. He’s answered by a low, deep growl, the alpha’s face twisting into a grimace. Hips jut forward with a startling thrust.

A rough hand latches onto Eren’s hair, keeping his head tipped towards the ceiling as Levi leans forward.

Teeth bared, the alpha growls, “You can’t keep saying that shit when you’re on my fucking knot.” It’s all too easy to see the way Levi swallows and licks his lips. His blatant staring is even more obvious, pupils blown.

He’s gotta be close to giving in. Having an omega in heat sitting on his knot has to be tempting at least.

Eren makes a show of whining and saying, “Ow,” while peering at the hand in his hair—it doesn’t hurt but he needs Levi to let go. And he does… allowing the omega to shove at the mattress on his left and roll them over, eyes fluttering when Levi’s cock shifts inside of him.

Sitting atop the alpha’s lap, Eren doesn’t hesitate to grind his hips down, shoving Levi’s knot deeper and feeling those lovely sparks of pleasure dart through him.

“Levi, please, you know I’m different, you said so! Just want your bite, we’re so compatible, just gimme a chance as your mate…” His vision feels blurry when he stares at Levi’s hands squeezing his thighs, nails digging in as the man shakes his head and huffs, inhaling through his mouth. And when those hooded slate eyes dart towards Eren’s throat, they hold a darker, cloudier sheen.

As Levi takes a deep inhale, so does Eren. A heavy, intense musk floods his nose, hairs standing on end as he swallows and tips his head back even more.

Any other day, Eren would be running from an alpha in rut, but instead, he bares his neck and moans when Levi lunges forward and finally, finally bites him.

It feels like a bolt of searing hot lightning darts up his spine, shooting through every single nerve along the way as Eren arches and lets slip a blissful cry. He can’t even tell what part of Levi he’s grabbing, just needs something to ground him as teeth break skin and leave behind a bloody mark, remaining embedded as if to ensure it remains there.

Eren doesn’t even realise he’s grinding his hips down, chasing after the delicious thrum of pleasure as it wracks through him—fuck, did he just get off again? Is that what that was? Regardless, he keeps moving their hips together as a low growl rumbles from the alpha.

A sudden twitch has the omega clenching down tighter around Levi’s cock, keeping his knot engorged and swollen as the man groans and strains to fuck up into the welcoming heat surrounding him.

Finally, Levi pulls away with a grunt and licks at the blood beading upon Eren’s neck as the omega sways, only to be held upright by muscular arms.

“You’re going to regret this,” Levi states, tongue dragging up the side of Eren’s neck to nibble at his ear. “Seriously think this is a good idea? Spending your heat with me in rut? I know you didn’t drug me, so why the fuck is this happening now?”

That’s… an interesting question. One that requires a lot more thinking than Eren is really capable of doing right now. Every single thought running through his head is centralised on Levi, Levi, Levi—

All he can answer with that makes sense is, “Uhm, soulmates? True Mates?”

A snort answers him. “You believe in that?”

“Yeah,” Eren says without room for argument. “Should I not? It makes sense!” It would explain why they were immediately drawn to one another, why their scents are so appealing, why this feels so right.

Warmth buzzing throughout his body, Eren drapes an arm around Levi’s shoulders and holds him close. It’s all too easy to rock his hips down in time with a pleasant throb that has his legs spasming delightfully. Heat or not, just having Levi inside of him is outright delicious, so wonderful and perfect. Wants his knot stuffed inside him for more than just this one time…

“Shit… stay here.” Eren hums in response, slowing down to a stop as he tilts his head. Levi holds his curious stare as thumbs trace over the omega’s hip bones. “Spend your heat here. If this is all because of some True Mates bullshit, then you’re staying here until this finishes.”

The note of finality within Levi’s words has Eren melting a little; alpha wants him. Not just to stick his knot in and toss him out, no—Levi wants him here for their synched heat and rut.

It’s a good thing he doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon then, huh?

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” he mutters, only to roll their hips together hard enough to drag a groan from Levi’s lips as the man strains to fuck upwards inside of Eren. Voice low, the omega adds on, “…for longer than this.” He’s answered by a low hum. Eren snorts. “Do you really think I’m gonna let the first alpha—the first person ever who I think is perfect just… walk away after my heat finishes?”

“Do you think I will?” Levi counters, holding his stare as he presses in closer. Eren shivers. He’s so busy being picked apart by that intense stare that he doesn’t notice the arm wrapping around his waist until he’s flipped over completely onto his back, rolled again until Levi is above him. Skin shining with sweat, the alpha sets his arm beside Eren’s head as he pushes in closer to briefly check on the bite mark he’d created. “You begged me to bite you… now this is what you get.”

Eren can’t help but hook his ankles behind Levi’s back and hold him close. This is what he gets? That’s fine, perfect even.

A pleasant purr rolls around inside the omega’s chest as he drags Levi’s face close enough that he can press a kiss to his new mate’s cheek, then the corner of his mouth, then finally his lips.

He can feel the low rumble from Levi against him. Deep, rich tea clings to his skin, tinged with the musk of rut and sweat of sex. Eren doesn’t even have to say a single thing before kisses litter his body, trailing down across his jaw to nibble at his collarbone, sucking a hickey into feverish tanned skin.

He’ll purr forever if it means Levi knots him throughout his heat and then some.

This room will become more familiar to him than the back of his hand in the coming week, judging by the way his alpha tightens his grip and squeezes him with a possessive passion that has Eren slowly unravelling.

He really should thank Hange for the blind date…

Months pass before Eren finally sees his professor’s familiar smile greeting him. It wavers as they take in his appearance and bounce out of their seat, knocking the table and earning an annoyed, “Oi!”

“Holy shit, Eren!” The beta waves their hands at the approaching brunette, a bright grin spreading across their face. Hange’s gaze drops. “Is… Is this why you moved to online classes?”

“Partially,” Eren admits, getting barely a second to brace before the beta hugs him tight, squeezing the omega in their arms even with the added weight between them. “Ah, careful, please!”

Hange bounces backwards with a muttered, “Shit, sorry!” Their gaze zones in on the visible bite mark on the younger’s neck. “That isn’t new! How long have you been hiding it, huh? What’s your mate like? Are they nice? I’m so glad you finally found someone!”

“I was hiding it till I could move in with my alpha,” Eren says with a partial shrug. His gaze lowers to peer at the visible swell of his stomach—the fruits of their mating. Hange hurries to sit back down at the booth, scooting to the side and patting the seat beside them.

“Sorry, Levi, this is one of my students, Eren! I haven’t seen him in months.”

Smile spreading wider, Eren peers at his alpha.

“Yeah, he’s the one you set me up on a date with and didn’t tell me,” Levi grumbles with a tired glare.

The beta chuckles and scratches at their cheek.

“I’ve been meaning to thank you for that,” Eren says.

“Eh?”

The omega slides into the seat beside Levi and settles against his mate’s side, greeting him with a kiss to the cheek. Levi hums and turns into it as he drapes an arm along the back of the seat, encircling Eren.

Hange gapes.

One second.

Two.

Suddenly leaning forward, they accuse their friend, “So this is why you didn’t let me visit!”

Eren can’t help but giggle as the beta pieces it all together and demands to know more, what happened, when did it happen, how many pups, how long until Eren’s due—

Eren settles further against Levi, smiling when he sees the barista signalling at him and beginning to make his usual hot chocolate. This café will forever be their favourite place to drink together. Even after he graduates, even after their pups finally arrive, Eren isn’t going to forget the coffee shop that he spilled his future mate’s tea in.