Erwin gives adequate massages. He doesn't really know what he's doing, besides pressure on sore muscles feels good, repeat that. Levi is clearly biased.

Erwin watches as Levi thinks things over, and once he makes his decision, the corners of Erwin's lips twitch upwards into a smile.

"All right." He leans back to what he was doing, using both hands to push up under the legs of Levi's boxers, his fingertips drumming briefly on his hips. Then he flips his hands over, catching the waistband and gently pulling them down, easing them over the bulge pushing out at their front.

The maneuver forces Erwin to sit back, his lips leaving Levi's skin, to pull the underwear down and off Levi's legs. Then Erwin is right back between them, looping one over his shoulder and pressing the other to the mattress with one hand. He resumes kissing up the line of Levi's inner thigh, getting progressively closer to his centre and erection.

All the activity has mussed Erwin's hair, and it hangs down across his forehead. He hasn't gotten it cut lately, and the tips of his fringe brush against his eyelashes.