hatoful
"i'm the prince of the moon," he says, eyes never leaving the lake.
rom blinks, incredulous, gripping the handle of his sword. "so what? are you going back? is that what you're telling me?"
shuuzo laughs under his breath, and tosses a star into the middle of the lake where it lands on the moon's reflection, the little ripples shining against the starry sky.
"yeah," he says quietly, a small smile pulling at his cheeks, his eyes forlorn. "it's my punishment. i'm banished until i fall in love with a human, and then i'm forced to come back."
rom doesn't know what to make of this.
rom doesn't usually beg, but he's making an exception this time. this is the closest they've come, the farthest they've gone, the longest shuuzo (shuu, his shuu) has left his walls broken down.
"damnit shuu," he growls out, equal parts anger and longing. "please."
shuu opens his tear-bleary eyes and looks up at rom with alarm and perhaps even anger himself.
"why can't we just let go?" he grits out from between clenched teeth. "why can't we just move on?"
rom gives him a light shake before crushing their mouths together, hard and sloppy. shuu feeds him a shuddery breath before clutching rom's shoulders, clinging to him.
the panties were made of cotton, eren noted; they were white and simple, nothing lavish save the lone, tiny pink bow on the front, right below the elastic.
he leans in, kisses a wet trail down the inside of levi's thigh, revels in the way levi twitches in his hold.
"they suit you," eren murmurs against the milky skin before canting his gaze up to meet levi's eyes.
the other man is far less amused, given the way he stares dryly between his legs, right at eren's coy face.
he slides a hand into eren's hair and cups the back of his head. "less talking, more..."
eren watches levi expectently, awaiting a sultry order, but levi's eyes merely flicker between eren's face and his own erection, straining against his worn cotton panties.
eren chuckles, finding something oddly funny about the momentary innocence. levi only snorts. they're both used to levi's awkwardness by now.
"please, please, please," he begs at your knees, his tears dampening his blindfold. he inches forward, cheek nuzzling your thigh blindly, desperate for any kind of contact with you. "eren, baby, please."
your eyes glimmer, green-gold, and you reach down to rake a hand through his hair.
"you can do a better job than that, can't you?" you ask, tone teasing. you give his chin an affectionate tap, and he shudders at the suddenness of the tender gesture. "beg."
"mery christmas and happy birthday, levi," eren says with a warm, red-nosed smile.
levi shivers, though it isn't from the snow falling around them gently. he says nothing, merely grunts in acknowledgement and thanks.
eren smiles before reaching forward and taking levi's tiny hand into his. suddenly, he drops to a knee and pulls a small velvet box from his coat pocket. the reason for his face's redness is suddenly very obvious and apparent.
"levi," eren begins. "i have something i've been meaning to ask you for a long time."
all levi can do is stare down at who he knew was going to be his future fiance in a matter of moments, silent disbelief on his pale and quickly reddening face.
they stands in a patch of flowers, a wreath of looped daisies in eren's hands, and he stares at levi with big, curious eyes.
"i know we've been friends since we were born," the little boy says before extending his arms out, holding the crown of flowers out to his friend. "and my mom told me that when you love someone, you ask them to marry you. so i'm asking you."
levi stares at his childhood friend, the boy he has known for as long as he can remember, with a pensive expression. "what?"
eren frowns hard, cheeks red. "i'm asking you to marry me, levi!"
eren growls as he mashes random buttons on his keyboard, giving his monitor a frustrated glare.
"what's got you flipping out over there?" levi asks from the other end of the couch.
"i have to write something for my creative writing class," eren answers, a tinge of a growl in his voice. "the prompt is 'bellboy.' what the hell is a bellboy?"
"huh?" levi grunts back, turning to eren with a perplexed stare before returning his gaze to the television. "the hell if i know."
eren sighs before returning his gaze to his monitor. "fuck this prompt," he mutters in annoyance.
eren looks up at the tall tower and sees a soft, sullen face staring back at him from a window.
"hey!" he calls out, waving a hand up at the man. "i'm here to rescue you!"
eren is ignored, save for the man grimacing down at him. "hey! can you hear me?!"
"shut the hell up down there!" levi calls back. "i'm trying to read and have tea. if you're going to break me out of here, come back in an hour."
eren stares up at him, expression incredulous. is this really his princess...?
"true love doesn't exist," levi murmurs to himself as he holds eren's gaze for a few moments longer. the boy-- the monster, with its unseeing golden eyes and enormous teeth only grunts, fingers twitching as if it were resisting the urge to squeeze levi.
"you hear me, eren? true love doesn't exist."
with that, levi closes his eyes, leans in, presses his lips to the giant's teeth (where lips oughta be).
when he opens his eyes, there's a bright-eyed boy with green eyes grinning at him.
"joke's on you, levi. i guess it does."
the beginnings of an annoyed sigh cuts off when he feels the tips of eren's fingers trace along the grain of his undercut, and the warmth of the boy's lips against the back of his ear is painfully distracting.
"keep typing," eren insists before peppering kisses along the curve of levi's neck.
levi tries to focus on his work, but eren's mouth is all over his neck and jaw. and the light squeezing at his hips is impossible to ignore; he ends up throwing his glasses onto his keyboard and groaning, unabashed, when eren's hand slips down the front of his pants.
load more entries