It isn't necessarily that Levi has been entirely cool to Erwin's touch in the past, even when they started going down that road more often. Arousal isn't entirely foreign to him, but his body and mind seem rarely on the same page. Even if he started to feel his pulse run faster, hotter, feel something stirring between his legs, when it came for the effort to be reciprocated, he just...didn't want anything.
Maybe there's things to unpack there, if he wanted - some sort of weird deep-seated shame or trauma or whatever other baggage he carries. But getting Erwin off has been satisfaction enough, genuinely pleased to be wanted, to help him unravel for a little while away from whatever is going on in his head. As long as they were both happy at the end of it, that's what mattered, right? Erwin, sweet and patient, still asks, still offers, but so far, Levi's turned him down every time.
Bodies are funny things, as it turns out. So often, Erwin's touch registers to him as more soothing than arousing. So what fucking gives now? One leg massage and he's suddenly thinking about what it might be like if Erwin did touch his dick, and maybe that wouldn't be so fucking bad after all? Does he have some kind of weird fetish or something? Ugh.
It doesn't help that the man is now making a production out of undoing his belt. Fucking damn him, has he given himself away already?
The problem, of course, is that Levi tends to bitch to cover up when he's feeling out of his element, regardless of whether or not he's fine with it. So he grumbles something under his breath that sounds something like hurry the fuck up already, and then swallowing thickly whenever Erwin finally makes it to the button and fly.
Fuck, he just wants to drag him up by the hair and stick his tongue down his throat.
Somehow he manages to keep that particular urge in check, lifting his hips to help get the pants down off his ass. It's definitely not the first time Erwin's seen him in a similar state of undress, given that they often shower and dress together. But the anticipation of touch combined with the stirrings of arousal somehow make it seem like it is the first time. There's not much to note about his state yet, at least not beneath dark fabric that still covers him (black boxer brief, thank you). But his breath is definitely coming a little harder, a little faster, and his eyes are getting darker.
As is, probably, that little flush on his face.
Pantsless, he stares at Erwin in a mixture of expectation and anticipation, waiting.
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Maybe there's things to unpack there, if he wanted - some sort of weird deep-seated shame or trauma or whatever other baggage he carries. But getting Erwin off has been satisfaction enough, genuinely pleased to be wanted, to help him unravel for a little while away from whatever is going on in his head. As long as they were both happy at the end of it, that's what mattered, right? Erwin, sweet and patient, still asks, still offers, but so far, Levi's turned him down every time.
Bodies are funny things, as it turns out. So often, Erwin's touch registers to him as more soothing than arousing. So what fucking gives now? One leg massage and he's suddenly thinking about what it might be like if Erwin did touch his dick, and maybe that wouldn't be so fucking bad after all? Does he have some kind of weird fetish or something? Ugh.
It doesn't help that the man is now making a production out of undoing his belt. Fucking damn him, has he given himself away already?
The problem, of course, is that Levi tends to bitch to cover up when he's feeling out of his element, regardless of whether or not he's fine with it. So he grumbles something under his breath that sounds something like hurry the fuck up already, and then swallowing thickly whenever Erwin finally makes it to the button and fly.
Fuck, he just wants to drag him up by the hair and stick his tongue down his throat.
Somehow he manages to keep that particular urge in check, lifting his hips to help get the pants down off his ass. It's definitely not the first time Erwin's seen him in a similar state of undress, given that they often shower and dress together. But the anticipation of touch combined with the stirrings of arousal somehow make it seem like it is the first time. There's not much to note about his state yet, at least not beneath dark fabric that still covers him (black boxer brief, thank you). But his breath is definitely coming a little harder, a little faster, and his eyes are getting darker.
As is, probably, that little flush on his face.
Pantsless, he stares at Erwin in a mixture of expectation and anticipation, waiting.