"Look at me."

The voice was low and Eren wanted so badly to obey it but he couldn't and he let him know; he tried to let him know through the series of whimpers and whines that left his lips that he couldn't see himself like this. He wanted Levi to move those hips and roam those hands over his body like he has so many times, get that familiar feeling that overcame his senses and to let the man behind him crave his very being and come undone at the sight of him. Eren didn't want to see himself; all red and panting, moaning and clawing at the worn skin, looking oh so pathetic for someone who was the most elegant and gorgeous man he had ever seen.

"Uh, u-uh." Eren hiccuped and shuddered as Levi leaned over his body, the Corporal's chest sticking to his back and he hummed as the Corporal rested his lips against the sensitive vein on the tanner skin of his neck.

"I want you to look for me, sweetie." He cooed and, fuck, Eren gasped and writhed against him; Levi smirked because one pet name could get Eren hot and bothered enough to do whatever he seemed fit. This time when he yanked the boy's head up by his hair he didn't protest, those damning green eyes staring into their reflection and Levi couldn't help but let out a small noise at the way Eren flushed all the way down his neck to his chest. "Now then." He continued, voice still controlled and a rough hand burned on the boy's hip. "What would you like, Eren?"

When Eren turned to face him he chastised the boy, forcing his head to face the mirror and the boy groaned lewdly, those eyes still on the mirror as he gazed at the Corporal's reflection. He was obviously controlling himself, breath sharp and coming in short puffs, face was actually flushed in the dim light and Eren laced his fingers with the Corporal's.

"Fuck me."

He was shocked by the token of affection, but still he obeyed and started back up, reviling in the small, anxious mewls and groans that so hesitantly left his lips. He obviously didn't want to make any noise or have any chance of disturbing the Corps in the adjacent rooms, but Levi found this quite bemusing as he struck Eren down and pulled back both his arms.

"Did I tell you to fucking look away?" He hissed and yanked Eren's head back up to the mirror, and this time Eren couldn't look away, his green eyes blown wide and watching the Corporal. He didn't pin in the noises anymore as he groaned so loud it echoed, Levi panting and diving down to bite at Eren's earlobe. "Did I tell you to watch me? I don't think I did. I want you to watch your own reflection, I want you to see just how much want me and just how pathetic you look when you're like this." And Eren obeyed, to his surprise, eyes forward into his reflection, biting hard on his bottom lip.

He couldn't look away; the way the Corporal moved was almost enchanting and he couldn't help the atrocious noises that left his lips as Levi bit his lip or gripped hard onto Eren's hips or wrists, making him mewl and hum against where his face was on the sheets. God, did it turn Eren on, and he just wanted to touch.

"C-Corporal, please!" He cried out and reached back to grab onto Levi, suddenly boneless against the sheets and Levi tugged hard on the dripping length between his legs. "I-I've reached my limit!" Levi flipped him around, no longer facing the mirror but on his lap, his voice, God that voice, at his ear and he nuzzled his nose into the space behind his ear.

"I don't want you to see this, nor do I want the mirror to see this; I'm the only one who get to witness your undoing." And his voice lowered to a murmur as he spoke. "Come for me, Eren." And he did; he threw his head back and groaned, one of his hands clawing at the back of Levi's neck as the Corporal licked and bit at his tanner skin, murmuring and humming into the hot skin.

"Tu es à moi et à moi seul; nul ne peut vous toucher, et il n'y aura cicatrice votre corps, mais moi. Les cicatrices et les marques sont de ma propre main, et personne ne sera jamais exécuter leurs mains sur eux comme je le fais. Je t'aime, ma chérie. S'il vous plaît restez."

Eren smirked, lacing a hand into Levi's short hair.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen, meine Liebe."

Translations

Tu es à moi et à moi seul; nul ne peut vous toucher, et il n'y aura cicatrice votre corps, mais moi. Les cicatrices et les marques sont de ma propre main, et personne ne sera jamais exécuter leurs mains sur eux comme je le fais. Je t'aime, ma chérie. S'il vous plaît restez. - You are mine and mine alone; no one shall touch you, and none shall scar your body but me. The scars and marks are from my own hand, and no one will ever run their hands over them like I do. I love you, my darling. Please stay. French

Mach dir keine Sorgen, meine Liebe. - Do not worry, my darling. German

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So this one kind of sucks but I really like it when they're cute and delicate and I found another headcanon that I will write a story for tomorrow that's really cute (oh, would you look at that; it's from imagineereri, too! What a surprise. No, but seriously I love her headcanons.) So I've had my head in another prompt the entire time I was writing this so sorry if it's kind of bad! And it's really short too wweh.

Thanks for reading!