Maybe he will, someday, when he feels confident enough to ask for this sort of thing again. Or maybe he'll just take it to his grave because he'll never be able to conceive of asking without sounding embarrassingly depraved and needy. It's a toss up at this point, really.
Luckily, Levi doesn't doubt that Erwin is enjoying this. He's held out for so long, gently putting him off, even though Erwin offers every time, looks eager to return the favor. It'd been enough to know that he could help the man relax for a time, get out of his head, whisper his name like little prayers to the stars and press kisses to his skin afterward.
Maybe he's been a little off on his expectations of what it feels like to be touched by another person. But it could never have just been anyone - touch and closeness is intimate, personal in a way he can't afford to most people very often. In the underground, sex is almost always about power, who can do what to who for how much. So many people did what they must, but the thought of being that close to the body of someone else, a stranger, had always made him ill. Who knows where they've been, who else they've been with, what sort of things they could be carrying?
But of course with Erwin, everything is different. Levi loves him, yes, but it's Erwin's blessed patience that has won him over, letting him fuss and satisfy his neuroses, never arguing when he runs up on a boundary Levi isn't ready to cross yet. He can't say why this time particularly has been successful (definitely not in this exact moment, anyway), but it probably has something to do with the singular, gentle attention along with some well-placed touches that had slowly lit his nerves on fire, clicked on some sort of switch in his brain that decided it wanted more, finally.
And fuck is he being rewarded.
Erwin's tongue is slick velvet, and it feels stupidly, maddeningly good against his cock. A soft little whine ekes out from the back of his throat when he pauses at the tip, and it's followed by a sharp hitch of breath as he's swallowed, down down down as Erwin takes in the whole of him, wrapping him in the wet heat of his mouth. Feeling that, knowing that Erwin can fit all of him at once so easily sends another pulse of arousal racing so hotly through every single nerve at once that he thinks it alters something in his brain.
A wordless moan leaves his lips as Erwin's starts to move on him, dark brows knit up in wondrous pleasure. Without realizing it, he brings his hand up to cover his mouth against any other louder sounds. His thighs flex and twitch, hips shifting instinctively like he wants to thrust, chasing that slickness and pressure. It feels so good, so fucking good, and Levi doesn't know how long he'll last, really.
"Erwin-" he whispers into his palm like a sinful secret.
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Luckily, Levi doesn't doubt that Erwin is enjoying this. He's held out for so long, gently putting him off, even though Erwin offers every time, looks eager to return the favor. It'd been enough to know that he could help the man relax for a time, get out of his head, whisper his name like little prayers to the stars and press kisses to his skin afterward.
Maybe he's been a little off on his expectations of what it feels like to be touched by another person. But it could never have just been anyone - touch and closeness is intimate, personal in a way he can't afford to most people very often. In the underground, sex is almost always about power, who can do what to who for how much. So many people did what they must, but the thought of being that close to the body of someone else, a stranger, had always made him ill. Who knows where they've been, who else they've been with, what sort of things they could be carrying?
But of course with Erwin, everything is different. Levi loves him, yes, but it's Erwin's blessed patience that has won him over, letting him fuss and satisfy his neuroses, never arguing when he runs up on a boundary Levi isn't ready to cross yet. He can't say why this time particularly has been successful (definitely not in this exact moment, anyway), but it probably has something to do with the singular, gentle attention along with some well-placed touches that had slowly lit his nerves on fire, clicked on some sort of switch in his brain that decided it wanted more, finally.
And fuck is he being rewarded.
Erwin's tongue is slick velvet, and it feels stupidly, maddeningly good against his cock. A soft little whine ekes out from the back of his throat when he pauses at the tip, and it's followed by a sharp hitch of breath as he's swallowed, down down down as Erwin takes in the whole of him, wrapping him in the wet heat of his mouth. Feeling that, knowing that Erwin can fit all of him at once so easily sends another pulse of arousal racing so hotly through every single nerve at once that he thinks it alters something in his brain.
A wordless moan leaves his lips as Erwin's starts to move on him, dark brows knit up in wondrous pleasure. Without realizing it, he brings his hand up to cover his mouth against any other louder sounds. His thighs flex and twitch, hips shifting instinctively like he wants to thrust, chasing that slickness and pressure. It feels so good, so fucking good, and Levi doesn't know how long he'll last, really.
"Erwin-" he whispers into his palm like a sinful secret.