Eventually, maybe - right now he runs the risk of starting something he won't finish, and he just...doesn't want to disappoint Erwin like that (or ever, if he can help it). Even if it seems like he might actually be ready for something more this go around, it's entirely possible he'll change his mind at the last second.

So Erwin taking it slow, and at least pretending not to notice seems to be working well in his favor.

...or maybe he has noticed. Of course he has, because by now Levi can't deny that his face feels hot, so it probably looks embarrassingly red. Fuck. What a fucking fool.

But as Erwin continues to touch him, tenderly working his ankle, working those touches more freely over his skin, Levi can't help but melt a little back against the pillows. That feels...really nice. To just be touched and handled with care. Of course, it's not as if they aren't used to touching each other now, not as if Erwin hasn't ever been gentle with him. But there's something...different, this time, in the intention, that Levi can't quite pick out, even if he wanted to.

Maybe he just is finally fucking horny.

Either way, it makes his chest do a funny little flutter when lips caress over his ankle and the soft, thin skin there. His toes curl briefly, the muscle in his calf tensing and releasing beneath Erwin's hands as he tries and mostly fails to hold in a soft sound.

He swallows, wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, watches Erwin through half-lidded eyes. Is he supposed to say something? do something? fuck.

Well, he hasn't said anything, hasn't squirmed out of Erwin's grasp, so it's probably fine to continue, right?