The sound of his name almost pushes him over the edge. It ripples over his skin like a caress, that richness penetrating and sinking that love deep into him. How Erwin always knows how to communicate so many things just by saying his name is more like magic to him than any of the weird shit he's seen here, more intimate than touch.

He whimpers softly in response, the hand not at his mouth finally moving to find a light purchase in soft, golden hair. It doesn't push or pull, but just holds on, feeling the movement of Erwin's head with every dip and slide down onto his swollen dick. After a few passes, he catches the rhythm, and begins to roll his hips with it, shivering with the soft, silky slide of his husbands generous mouth. Levi can feel things tightening, climax rapidly approaching. It's only been a few minutes, but there's a faint sheen of sweat beginning to appear on his skin.

Suddenly, his breaths come a little faster, his hand tightening hard in Erwin's hair in warning, and soft little profanities fall from his lips.

"Fuck your fucking mouth Erwin-- I-- I'm--I'm gonna fucking cum--"

It's the only warning he's gonna get, so if Erwin doesn't want it in his mouth, he'd better act now.

And shortly after, Levi does come, thick and hard with a staggered moan offered up to the sky.