Sir you were giving a perfectly fine one earlier, so Levi would not believe you if you said you weren't any good. Surely whatever he would have actually attempted for a thigh massage would have been just as acceptable.

But this is where they are, and the way Erwin's blue eyes roll up to meet his, lips pressed softly against one shadowy-dark line of a harness mark makes his mouth go a little dry. Then he speaks, and the sensation sends little tingling ripples over the nerves there, mingling with the caress of his hand.

Fuck.

Levi feels one hand spasm, and he realizes he's curled them both tightly in the sheets. With a breath, he forces them both to open, but doesn't know what to do with them. He wants to touch Erwin, but is too afraid to distract him or inadvertently push him away. It's not too difficult to figure out what his plan is, and when he thinks about it too directly there's still a kneejerk reaction of feeling too filthy to do this - of course he's washed already today, but that was hours ago now and even if Erwin doesn't care about sucking a less-than-freshly-cleaned cock, Levi does--

There's a very noticeable twitch beneath the fabric at the explicit thought of Erwin sucking his dick.

He faintly scowls at his own traitorous body, licking his lips before swallowing thickly, toes curling.

"...no."