"Maybe you shouldn't make it so fucking tempting-" The words are a little hoarser than he'd like. Irritating.
In his defense, it was already halfway there - so perhaps he felt compelled to finish the job, to make Erwin at least a little disheveled so that the gap between them isn't quite so great. But then the thought of Erwin doing this to him, stripping him fully and taking him in his mouth, making him cuss and moan and come all while not putting one fucking hair out of place is...fucking ridiculously hot.
Is he fantasizing about this while it's almost literally about to happen?
Erwin's barely touched him and he feels like he's going to fucking unravel at any moment.
Maybe he should have let someone suck his cock once or twice before in his life. Maybe he'd feel less...stupidly self-conscious. Even if Erwin is looking at him like he's never seen a prettier cock (ridiculous, because he's not much to look at), Levi can't help shifting a little under such direct examination. He grips at Erwin's hand with his own, and it feels like his heart is skipping beats. He's not even fully hard, not quite, but there's little worry of him getting the rest of the way there when Erwin finally puts his mouth on him.
There's a brief, reflexive thought of that's filthy I'm filthy- - but it flies out the window as the wet sensation of Erwin's tongue slides up his sensitive shaft. Levi only just manages to swallow a high pitched sound, trading it in for a hiss of profanity.
"Shit-"
Maybe he's never had his dick touched by anyone else in his life, but he'd never thought that it could really be as good as anyone ever made it out to be. He might have to rethink that. Really rethink it. Or maybe it's because it's Erwin.
His toe curl, hands tightening on Erwin's and in the sheets. Pale skin flushes pink as blood rushes to fill him out his arousal the rest of the way, muscles flexing before he just lets his head drop back against the pillows, eyes closed.
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In his defense, it was already halfway there - so perhaps he felt compelled to finish the job, to make Erwin at least a little disheveled so that the gap between them isn't quite so great. But then the thought of Erwin doing this to him, stripping him fully and taking him in his mouth, making him cuss and moan and come all while not putting one fucking hair out of place is...fucking ridiculously hot.
Is he fantasizing about this while it's almost literally about to happen?
Erwin's barely touched him and he feels like he's going to fucking unravel at any moment.
Maybe he should have let someone suck his cock once or twice before in his life. Maybe he'd feel less...stupidly self-conscious. Even if Erwin is looking at him like he's never seen a prettier cock (ridiculous, because he's not much to look at), Levi can't help shifting a little under such direct examination. He grips at Erwin's hand with his own, and it feels like his heart is skipping beats. He's not even fully hard, not quite, but there's little worry of him getting the rest of the way there when Erwin finally puts his mouth on him.
There's a brief, reflexive thought of that's filthy I'm filthy- - but it flies out the window as the wet sensation of Erwin's tongue slides up his sensitive shaft. Levi only just manages to swallow a high pitched sound, trading it in for a hiss of profanity.
"Shit-"
Maybe he's never had his dick touched by anyone else in his life, but he'd never thought that it could really be as good as anyone ever made it out to be. He might have to rethink that. Really rethink it. Or maybe it's because it's Erwin.
His toe curl, hands tightening on Erwin's and in the sheets. Pale skin flushes pink as blood rushes to fill him out his arousal the rest of the way, muscles flexing before he just lets his head drop back against the pillows, eyes closed.
It's probably safe to say he liked that.