Ok but who else is he giving massages to?? Is there something your husband should know, Erwin??
The drumming makes him squirm a little, the sensation tickling, but it's quickly gone with a hiss as fabric slides over his sensitive, half-mast arousal that is rapidly continuing to stiffen. Levi can't help a little shiver, feeling very literally exposed, vulnerable. It clicks his pulse up another few notches, his breath coming a little faster and heavier now despite his efforts to keep it steady. He feels unbalanced and hot, fully dressed from the waist up and buck naked and aroused from the waist down.
A soft noise escapes his throat when lips find his skin again, closer now to his cock, but it's the sight of Erwin's hair, golden strands falling loose and slightly mussed, that really seem to tighten things low in his belly.
Damned gorgeous bastard.
Levi lets himself stare for a few moments, but he's fucking warm in this sweater and he doesn't want to potentially soil it, so he wrestles himself out of it and tosses it unceremoniously off the bed towards a chair.
There. Better.
Levi reaches for Erwin's hand pressing his thigh open, curling around it as he seeks an anchor point. His heart is thudding hard in his chest, a sensation creeping along his veins that's both anticipation and apprehension. Even after many months together, it's hard to unwind a lifetime of aversion to such obvious vulnerability. But it's Erwin, and despite all of the fuckery going on in his brain, he wants this.
Unable to resist, he slides fingers of his other hand through Erwin's hair, pushing it only briefly back from his eyes. It's soft and clean and silky, like combing sunlight. Levi grips lightly at his scalp once before releasing and leaving it mussed, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
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The drumming makes him squirm a little, the sensation tickling, but it's quickly gone with a hiss as fabric slides over his sensitive, half-mast arousal that is rapidly continuing to stiffen. Levi can't help a little shiver, feeling very literally exposed, vulnerable. It clicks his pulse up another few notches, his breath coming a little faster and heavier now despite his efforts to keep it steady. He feels unbalanced and hot, fully dressed from the waist up and buck naked and aroused from the waist down.
A soft noise escapes his throat when lips find his skin again, closer now to his cock, but it's the sight of Erwin's hair, golden strands falling loose and slightly mussed, that really seem to tighten things low in his belly.
Damned gorgeous bastard.
Levi lets himself stare for a few moments, but he's fucking warm in this sweater and he doesn't want to potentially soil it, so he wrestles himself out of it and tosses it unceremoniously off the bed towards a chair.
There. Better.
Levi reaches for Erwin's hand pressing his thigh open, curling around it as he seeks an anchor point. His heart is thudding hard in his chest, a sensation creeping along his veins that's both anticipation and apprehension. Even after many months together, it's hard to unwind a lifetime of aversion to such obvious vulnerability. But it's Erwin, and despite all of the fuckery going on in his brain, he wants this.
Unable to resist, he slides fingers of his other hand through Erwin's hair, pushing it only briefly back from his eyes. It's soft and clean and silky, like combing sunlight. Levi grips lightly at his scalp once before releasing and leaving it mussed, watching him through half-lidded eyes.