He's grown more accustomed to the feeling of the metal hand. Occasionally it still is a little bit of a surprise, particularly against his skin. But at least it's warm, usually, and the fact that Erwin actually has sensation in it, can actually feel him, too, makes it easier. Honestly, the more forceful dig of a metal hand might feel good in a massage, but Levi's not about to discourage or interrupt, as Erwin's doing a fine job already as it is.
Especially as he finds a particularly tense spot, and Levi tries unsuccessfully to hold in a soft groan, lashes dipping as he exhales. As touch-averse as he can be, with the right person....the right kind of touch can be...really nice, actually. Unable to watch Erwin's hands, he watches his face, relaxing a little further into the chair even as he somehow feels very aware of his own pulse.
...Thigh? Levi feels his thoughts suddenly cartwheel in a dozen different directions. There's nothing wrong with his thigh - is there meant to be some other meaning beyond what Erwin's suggesting, or if that's all it is really just more of this? He tries not to think about it too hard, to just...stay here, in this moment, instead of letting his mind spiral too soon, too quickly.
Right now, he just wants Erwin to keep touching him.
"Yeah," he says, wetting his lips briefly, taking another sip of tea. "...yeah, okay."
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He's grown more accustomed to the feeling of the metal hand. Occasionally it still is a little bit of a surprise, particularly against his skin. But at least it's warm, usually, and the fact that Erwin actually has sensation in it, can actually feel him, too, makes it easier. Honestly, the more forceful dig of a metal hand might feel good in a massage, but Levi's not about to discourage or interrupt, as Erwin's doing a fine job already as it is.
Especially as he finds a particularly tense spot, and Levi tries unsuccessfully to hold in a soft groan, lashes dipping as he exhales. As touch-averse as he can be, with the right person....the right kind of touch can be...really nice, actually. Unable to watch Erwin's hands, he watches his face, relaxing a little further into the chair even as he somehow feels very aware of his own pulse.
...Thigh? Levi feels his thoughts suddenly cartwheel in a dozen different directions. There's nothing wrong with his thigh - is there meant to be some other meaning beyond what Erwin's suggesting, or if that's all it is really just more of this? He tries not to think about it too hard, to just...stay here, in this moment, instead of letting his mind spiral too soon, too quickly.
Right now, he just wants Erwin to keep touching him.
"Yeah," he says, wetting his lips briefly, taking another sip of tea. "...yeah, okay."