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Tender kisses caressed and peppered Eren's face, a succulent scent of musk, wood, and spice—the perfect combination—and warm breath tickling his soft cheeks awoke him. He opened his eyes, to gaze into the most entrancing and magnetic pair of grey eyes adorned with titillating blue teasing and running along the pupils.
Levi’s hair was wet and stuck together; a few wayward locks fell over his face, tickling Eren’s sensitive ears, curling his lower lip between his teeth, and lifting his cheeks into a small satisfied grin. He was rewarded with kisses on his now flushed cheeks and glossy, bitten, supple lips. Levi’s tongue teased and traced the outline of his plump pink lips, licking and flattening it over the bow of his upper lip. His smile widened. Slowly, wet pink muscles pressed insistently against his lips, seeking permission, while a devious witty hand slid under the duvet to grope his thick rump. Gasping and shuddering, Eren parted his lips; their breaths mingled with each other, their wet, swollen lips tasting and pressing against each other, with wantonness pooling in the pits of the omega’s desires.
Eren’s hand snaked around Levi’s broad warm shoulders, reedy fingers grasping the wet hair stuck to Levi’s nape. He tugged the hair gently, and Levi hummed and licked his way inside Eren’s mouth, tasting the delicious omega’s mouth. Eren could taste coffee and mint when he kissed the alpha back, savouring it. Levi's deft hand played with Eren's arse cheek, enjoying the tiny gasps from the trembling omega in his arms as their tongues danced around each other.
They pulled apart for air, a lone string of saliva connecting their puffy lips, Levi licked his lips, and with an upturn to his thin lips, he whispered, “We are going out today, get ready, my love; I’ve made you breakfast.” Eren’s eyes went wide, a calculating look crossing his wide-blown dark pupils. “No. Not yet.” Levi pressed another kiss to his lips, shushing the omega. Levi pulled away to bring Eren his breakfast, and Eren sat up and watched his mate’s back, enjoying the sway and mouth-watering body. He groaned into his pillow; muffled curses could be heard; Levi’s laughter rang through their living room, which had Eren groaning even louder.
Levi must be on his day off. Eren rarely saw the alpha, who was preoccupied with his new album, fan signing, touring, and other whatnots. Eren huffed exasperatedly. They still haven’t fucked and he still yearned for his alpha’s bulbous knot.
Who cares about their first time being special? Levi does, that’s right. ARGH.
Eren never knew Levi was so sentimental about these mating rituals. The alpha once admitted that he wished their mating marks had occurred under the kiss of the moonlight, with endless stars showering them with their scintillating light.
ROMANTIC? YES. BUT EREN’S HORNY SELF WANTED TO GET FUCKED ROUGHLY AGAINST THE GLASS WALL OF THEIR PENTHOUSE, EVERYONE AROUND THEM SHOULD KNOW EREN WAS LEVI’S. ARTICLES HEADLINES WITH ‘THE INFAMOUS SINGER AND PRODUCER, ALPHA LEVI ACKERMAN TIED KNOTS WITH EREN YEAGER’.
Yes, full pun intended.
Eren got into their bathroom, imagining ways in which Levi could fuck him in their large bathroom, which was the size of his previous house’s bedroom. He sighed and brushed his teeth, his brown hair tangled and tousled by sleep and Levi's deft fingers.
When he got out, Levi was waiting for him with a tray of crispy portions of bacon, sunny-side-up eggs, buttered toast with a can of blueberries, and some freshly squeezed orange juice.
How could he stay mad at his alpha, when he kissed so well? looked so sexy? cooked such delicious food and cuddled him every night he was home with Eren?
He ate his food in silence, while Levi scrolled through his phone, he must be checking out the latest gossip by tabloids.
“Don’t spend your free time seeing the stupid shit these people write for clicks and money.” Levi raised a brow at his words, but locked his phone and placed it on the table to enjoy another cup of piping hot coffee. He was on his third cup, as Eren can tell.
“Where do you want to go out today?” Eren asked, finishing his food and chugging down his juice. It was still nine in the morning, they had the whole day to themselves.
“I was thinking of going somewhere low profile, so we can enjoy our time together without getting caught,” Levi said thoughtfully, and Eren appreciated it. He wanted all of Levi’s attention, and with their bond still fresh and new, he was wary of prying, vicious omegas getting close to his handsome alpha.
The omega weighed his options. He can persuade his alpha by flaunting his naked body and spending the whole day cuddled together in bed, and with the power of the God of Sex blessing them, he might be stuck with his alpha’s knot. Levi’s knowing glance made Eren shake his head and decide they should just go with Levi’s plan. He was aware that his alpha was planning a grand night to complete their mating ritual. Eren wanted to give him the chance to claim the omega on his terms; he had already gotten the alpha to bite and mark him. Eren wanted to respect his decision, despite yearning for his large cock.
Eren nodded his head and stood up to pull Levi by his shirt collar, he pressed a quick peck on his lips, enjoying the familiar taste and aroma of coffee on his lips. “Choose a small and cosy place for us to spend the day, alpha.”
Levi is full of surprises. First, his acceptance of the first omega he had wanted. Second, waiting for the right time to claim his omega in an enticing manner. Third, his incognito date for the day was visiting an old library.
Eren couldn’t help but stare at the enigmatic alpha. With a raise of his hazel brows, Levi gripped their hands and intertwined them. Lifting their joined hands, he pressed a sweet, tender kiss on the back of Eren’s palm. The skin where he had kissed, tingled deliciously. Eren’s face softened at the gentle gesture. He bit his lips and waited for the alpha’s explanation. What an inestimable alpha.
“This was my school library; I used to come here as a teen before my agency found me and I entered the industry.” Levi talked with Eren walking beside him, their hands held tight. “I lost most of my teenage years auditioning and practising for my career to take off.” Eren knew that. Celebrities like Levi were found at an early age when they were easy to mould and carved into a superstar. Levi had been in the music industry ever since he was sixteen years old. The man had spent half of his life singing and writing songs. Unlike the kids his age who had their puppy love, expressing their affection to their crush when they discovered their secondary gender. Alpha, Levi was forced to spend it within walls to avoid scandals.
“No Name Levi, You only knew the star.” He continued, when they were in the literature section of the library, “I want you to know about Levi from this town, about me before I became famous. Without my stage name and fame.” His alpha’s soft, whispered voice had a vulnerability to it, it drew out inundating protective instincts within the brunet omega. Eren watched him pull out an old, battered book. Its pages had gone yellow; the binding barely held the fragile pages. Levi held it with reverence and opened a particular page. Eren peered into the book to notice a dry leaf tucked between the pages, an old preserved maple leaf. It had imprinted on the pages of the book, leaving its shape as a silhouette that cast a shadow over the letters of the pages it was placed on.
Words failed the brunet, and with a perplexed countenance he patiently waited for his alpha’s words, Levi had a small smile on his lips, and a fond expression fell over his countenance like a veil. “I caught this when I was fifteen,” he held the stem of the leaf with the utmost care, showing it to Eren. “I wanted to offer this to my first love, the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” Eren gasped at his words, emotions rising within him and tears welling up in his eyes.
One hand holding the omega, the other holding the maple leaf, Levi susurrated in the silent library, “Eren Yeager, will you do me the honour of mating with me and being my mate until our last breath?”
Who needs grandiose proposals? Who needed millions to see Eren’s wedding? The omega felt foolish for rushing the alpha. This special moment, with their heartbeats syncing and galloping together, felt more enticing than the ways Eren had envisioned them in the past. Time stood still for them, with gentle, honest smiles mirroring their lips and amour reflecting their glimmering gazes; nothing else mattered, only Levi and Eren.
Not the famous star with a sexy arrogant smile. But this simple, gentle raven was all Eren wanted.
Eren at that moment knew and understood what it meant to fall in love with someone all over again, he nodded his head, his lips wobbling from the bubbling emotions, he tranced the stem of the leaf with equal care and held it, his warm hand engulfing the alpha’s folded ones, “I want to be yours, and only yours.” They sealed their oath with a kiss, the leaf still held in their hands.