If Levi wants to grab Erwin's hair and start dragging him around, he should act on that impulse. Erwin wouldn't complain one bit; if anything, Levi would be in danger of awakening something in him, and then be required to start tugging his husband around by the hair whenever it was sexy time.
Still, the absolutely minor amount of bitching Levi does about the belt buckle show is enough to let Erwin know he's on the right track with things. So this is turning into more than a simple massage, an idea confirmed by the faint flush on Levi's cheeks and the way his pupils are dilating wide. Erwin has to bite the inside of his cheek to hide how delighted this whole thing has made him. It's no secret that Levi can turn Erwin on pretty easily these days; turning Levi on, though, has proven a tougher nut to crack, and Erwin is all too eager to capitalise on any level of success he's had in this department.
But he also knows that if he comes in like a hurricane of pheromones and tongue, he's going to have Levi skittering off like a frightened kitten. Better to play this cool, at least for now. So once Levi's pants are off--and carefully folded and set aside neatly so they don't wrinkle--Erwin's hands return to Levi's ankle, giving it another once-over, making sure it rolls smoothly in his hands.
It's only when his hands start moving up, caressing Levi's calf again, that Erwin bows his head and presses his lips to the thin, fine bone on the inside of Levi's ankle.
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Still, the absolutely minor amount of bitching Levi does about the belt buckle show is enough to let Erwin know he's on the right track with things. So this is turning into more than a simple massage, an idea confirmed by the faint flush on Levi's cheeks and the way his pupils are dilating wide. Erwin has to bite the inside of his cheek to hide how delighted this whole thing has made him. It's no secret that Levi can turn Erwin on pretty easily these days; turning Levi on, though, has proven a tougher nut to crack, and Erwin is all too eager to capitalise on any level of success he's had in this department.
But he also knows that if he comes in like a hurricane of pheromones and tongue, he's going to have Levi skittering off like a frightened kitten. Better to play this cool, at least for now. So once Levi's pants are off--and carefully folded and set aside neatly so they don't wrinkle--Erwin's hands return to Levi's ankle, giving it another once-over, making sure it rolls smoothly in his hands.
It's only when his hands start moving up, caressing Levi's calf again, that Erwin bows his head and presses his lips to the thin, fine bone on the inside of Levi's ankle.