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Hange is now into astronomy.
Levi doesn’t mind. The girl has been jumping from one interest to another, somehow the next becoming worse than the last, although this one is more tolerable than the frogs phase. What he does mind, though, is the way she enters that early stage of hyperfixation and immediately forgets he exists. Completely.
Just like right now.
He’s standing in the middle of the brunette’s garbage-themed room, and she doesn’t even flinch or give him that sheepish smile like she usually does when he would catch her with dirty clothes scattered all over the floor.
She still hasn’t changed out of her uniform either. Not that Levi has any right to judge. He came here straight after class ended, after Hange ditched him to walk home alone just so she could get back to her books.
“Shithead.” he mutters, his weary raspy voice just loud enough to announce his presence. “Clean your room.”
“Ehh.” That’s all she gives him as she flips a page, not even sparing him a glance. Levi fumes.
Her attention is glued to the stack of space magazines she bought from some secondhand bookstore, as if she didn’t just spend her last bit of money and wouldn’t end up begging Levi for food later.
Levi nudges the back of her head with his knuckles, just hard enough to get her attention. “Ouch!”
She finally turns her head toward him, though that look in her face is not what he expects. “Why, Levi?” she asks, mildly annoyed and blinking like she genuinely doesn’t get it. “Do you wanna do it again?”
If he was red before, he’s definitely worse now.
They’ve been at it for a while. Ten or maybe twenty times, depending on whether Levi counts the times that did not do any… penetration. It only started a few months ago after an after class hangout in his room. They made out, then one thing led to another. If you asked him, it was too early for them to indulge to some kind of thing. But hormones exist, and apparently, neither of them had the sense to stop ever since. How people manage to abstain from it, he really has no idea.
At their age, most boys would still catcall girls just walking down the hallway, as if they have never seen one before. Levi doesn’t see the reason why they keep talking about sex like it isn’t something intimate between partners. When someone starts going on about those crude things in his vicinity, all they get is a glare. Rumors of him being gay or trans have even started to circulate.
Levi wonders why it still hadn’t occurred to them that he just gets laid so frequently, and therefore has no need to prattle about it like the uncivilized virgins in his class. Especially when Hange is always there, clinging to him like a barnacle on a ship, it really does bother him why they still haven’t figured it out. After all, despite the frequent banter between the two, he’s still just a man...
Levi knows he swore to himself never to fall into bad habits, but if he is being honest, he actually doesn't mind satiating his needs from time to time, especially if he's just careful enough and of course, if it's with Hange.
Lately, though, with Hange chasing whatever new curiosity catches her attention, weeks have passed since the last time. Levi hates that he’s even thinking about it, but he can’t help wondering if that’s why he feels so on edge these days. A memory resurfaces of Mike telling him to “deal with it sooner” after he snapped at the first-years just a day ago. He wonders if that cousin of hers has been poking his nose into other people’s business again, specifically theirs.
He grabs a pile of dirty clothes and throws it at her face before dropping himself onto the edge of her bed.
“Shut up, moron. Like I’m some kind of guy who can’t live without it,” he says, making a face. But if only he were honest with himself...
Hange somehow always sees through him though. When she turns her head from her seat to follow him with that annoying, pitiful gaze, he knows he’s done for.
“I’m so sorry, Levi. I’ve been neglecting you lately.” Her tone sounds like a babysitter speaking to a neglected child, and the worst part is that she actually means it. Her brows furrow in a guilty way.
“Fuck off.” If there is one thing Levi does not need, it is pity.
She tilts her head, as if in thought. “Want something quick then?” Levi's ears perked.
Because honestly, for him, that...doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
Hange studies him for a moment, eyes tracing over his expression like she’s trying to piece something together. Levi avoids her gaze though, jaw set, as if he hasn’t already decided. As if he ever actually lets himself think these things through.
He doesn’t, not usually in this kind of scenario where his dick does all the thinking.
She seems to reach her own conclusion anyway. Taking his silence as an answer, she pushes herself up from her chair. Levi just watches her approach, still annoyed but not moving away either. Because for all his complaints, he never really does.
Flicking away a strand of hair from his forehead with a quick motion of his head, he stretches his arms to the sheets behind to support his weight while Hange moves to find a spot between his thighs. It’s almost instinctive the way his legs spread to accommodate her despite the stubborn look he gives beneath those fringes.
There’s something about watching Zoe struggle with his belt (even though Levi can do it himself) that amuses him. Her lips purse in annoyance and her brows furrow beneath those glasses no one else gets to see, because she’s always figuring things out like the nerd she is, yet she can’t even manage a simple belt. She was way too focused to notice the rare sight of Levi’s slight tug at one corner of his lips.
When she finally manages to take his half-hard member, Hange mutters a quiet “Aha,” like a eureka moment lighting up her face, and Levi can only hum and bite his tongue to stop himself from telling her what a good girl she is. He honestly doesn’t know where that thought came from.
She toys with his cock first, fingers dragging down the length before licking along the base, like she always does. The warm, wet sensation makes it twitch after a long time of being untouched.
“Mmm…” The wet, sliding heat of her tongue sends a jolt through him that ended in a sharp tilt of his chin, lashes fluttering against the ceiling as he wonders what he had done in his past life to deserve this kind of attention from Hange at his whim.
His breath hitches almost instantly when she finally takes him in deeper, the plush heat of her cheeks and tongue wraps around him so perfectly it draws a quiet groan from his throat. His hand settles at the back of her head almost instinctively, fingers threading into her hair as he guides her gently
While Hange is busy lapping him up, the door across from them catches his attention.
“Shit… I forgot to lock the door. Your parents aren’t home, yeah?” he mutters, more to ground himself than anything else.
She gives a small, absent hum against him, and the subtle vibration makes him stiffen slightly, his breath catching.
“…Hey,” he says, quieter now. “Can you do that again?”
She glances up at him, confused, then repeats her humming. Levi suppresses a moan as a shiver runs down his spine.
“Yeah, like that,” he murmurs, thumb caressing her cheek as an encouragement, wishing he could just kiss it instead. “It feels good”
She does what he asks and takes him in deeper, deepthroating him. The tightness in her throat making him gasp. Lately, they have been experimenting to figure out what they like, and Hange has realized he prefers it when he is deeper in her throat, despite his denial. Of course he does. It feels different, knowing he is deeper inside her in that way, but…
She pulls away and coughs. Levi knew it would happen again.
“Idiot,” he says, his voice soft as his other hand moves to massage her scalp while she lets out a heave, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to him. “Don’t push it.”
She ignores him and takes him back into her lips, now only sucking at the tip while pumping the base with her hand. Levi’s breathing grows labored. The movement of her hand and the wetness of her tongue brushing against him has him panting. He can't help it, Hange is getting better at this, and just thinking about the possibilities in the future...Levi sighs at the lingering thought.
The arm supporting his weight behind him tensed as his hips begin to twitch on their own, thrusting cautiously into the warmth. The hand that had been holding her head moves instead to brush her messy bangs aside, damp with sweat. Her long brown lashes cast downward beneath the gleam of her glasses. The red on her plump cheeks gets a shade deeper, and Levi lets out a quiet, almost affectionate moan as he looks down at his childhood friend.
“You’re such a sight, you know that?” he says flatly, intending it as an observation, though the slight shake in his voice gives him away.
If she notices the compliment, she gives no sign. His member remained getting pleasured by her hands and mouth. When she takes more of him again, a familiar tingling runs down his spine. He hunches forward with his eyes shut, his hand moves down to her nape, massaging the soft skin to gently urge her closer. He bites the inside of his lip to hold back his moans but occasionally fails.
“…ah shit…. i think I’m gonna…” he let out a hiss when his hip bucked out of reflex to thrust it down her throat the same way he does when he is close to cumming. The nerd before him once compared it to a gas pump nozzle releasing its contents into a car’s fuel filler pipe, which earned her a shove to the head. Thinking about it now, though, she did have a point.
He can feel the flat of her tongue at his base, her nose brushing against his abdomen as the hand at the back of her neck presses her down. Then everything flashes white, a surge of pure pleasure pulling the ravenette's mouth open, eyes shut and brows drawn tight.
“Mmf!” He ejaculates his contents down the inside her, hips giving shallow thrusts into her accommodating warmth.
“…ohh fuck.” His brows knit at the tight coil in his abdomen.
After what feels like a lifetime, she has already swallowed most of the cum. He pulls back slightly to let the dribbles spill onto the tip of her tongue as he pants. Sweat drips down his temple and soaks into his uniform as he watches her clean him with slow, careful motions.
He would tell her every single time that she does not have to force herself to deal with the vile taste, but she keeps insisting it’s protein or whatever shit levi doesn’t wanna hear and so he lets her do as she wants.
“It’s hot in here,” he mutters, breath uneven as his eyes skim the room, now more aware of the mess and the stuffy air clinging to them. He’s suddenly more aware of the damp fabric of his shirt and the way his hair sticks to his skin.
The girl between his legs swallows one last time before looking up at him, Levi's hand still unconsciously massaging her hair as if in gratitude. “Well, the AC’s off.”
He hums, eyes lingering on her brown irises for a heartbeat before he tucks himself back in and crawls past the bed to turn it on.
“You know, my parents aren’t home.”
When the switch turns on, a blast of cool air fills the room, easing the tension in his body. “Yeah, no shit. You already said that.” His back rests against the wall, head turned to watch Hange plop down beside him on the bed. A faint flush rises to his cheeks when she leans in and casually presses a soft kiss to his sweaty jaw.
“What was that fo—”
“I mean, like overnight.”
“Oh?” He raises a brow at that, his tone softening. “Why?” he asks, though his mind is already wandering elsewhere.
“You see,” her eyes drift to the ceiling, lips pursed as if trying to remember, “they’re stuck because of work somewhere, and I was supposed to stay at Mike’s, but, well…” She trails off, then glances at him. “I told them you could stay.”
He lets out a small puff of laughter. “No shit. They trust me that much?” He tilts his head, his gaze occasionally drifting to her fingers as they unbutton the top few buttons of her shirt.
“Well, it’s Levi, so…”
He hums, knowing it's because they practically grew up together and Levi is deemed the 'responsible' one between the two. “Do they even know what I’m doing to their daughter.”
“Clearly not.”
“Honestly, I’d be more surprised if people thought otherwise.”
“Huh.” Hange huffs, as if she does not believe him. They both seem like the type who would not think about sex at all if she had not playfully tackled him onto his bed, which somehow led to them making out. But despite her usual habit of arguing with Levi, she bites back any remark, wanting to focus on something else.
“Neh, Levi.” Nuzzling into his neck, she looks up at him, trying to mimic a puppy. It does not quite work, especially when he looks down at her with furrowed brows. “You think we’ll get three this time?”
His forehead creases further. “Just three?”
She lightly punches his chest. “Not everyone has your stamina.”
He scoffs, ego clearly stroked, as he pushes her shoulders down against the comforter as if to prove a point. His thighs settle on either side of her hips, taking control before she can beat him to it.