Duly noted. Erwin promises to only use this power for good.
"Of course." Erwin watches, half in disbelief, as Levi kneels down in front of him. The change in their position has the shower spraying water in all the wrong directions, and while Levi gets himself settled, Erwin reaches up and adjusts the shower head. He ends up aiming it towards the wall at just the right angle, so a faint patter of water hits his chest before sluicing down and a gentle cascade of warm mist envelops them.
Then his hand falls to Levi's head, Erwin's fingers gently twining through Levi's hair as he cups the back of his head. There's no pressure from Erwin's hand, no urging Levi to hurry up; he simply holds him, touching the only part of Levi he can reach from this position, his hand a light presence against Levi's skin. The feel of Levi's hair is a distraction, and one Erwin needs, because those shy, testing touches to his cock are far better than a more experienced mouth. He's biased, of course, and can admit that, but there's still something tremendously exciting about watching the way Levi slowly figures out what he's doing.
When Levi looks up, Erwin's pupils are blown wide, almost drugged, and he has a look of pure, unfiltered affection and love writ all over his features. He doesn't even try to change his expression into something more in control, more suave and less needy; he simply smiles downward, and shifts his hand to stroke his thumb along Levi's cheekbone.
"Very close, my love." Erwin's hand moves to the back of Levi's neck, resting there. "I'll squeeze here when it's time to get out of the way."
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"Of course." Erwin watches, half in disbelief, as Levi kneels down in front of him. The change in their position has the shower spraying water in all the wrong directions, and while Levi gets himself settled, Erwin reaches up and adjusts the shower head. He ends up aiming it towards the wall at just the right angle, so a faint patter of water hits his chest before sluicing down and a gentle cascade of warm mist envelops them.
Then his hand falls to Levi's head, Erwin's fingers gently twining through Levi's hair as he cups the back of his head. There's no pressure from Erwin's hand, no urging Levi to hurry up; he simply holds him, touching the only part of Levi he can reach from this position, his hand a light presence against Levi's skin. The feel of Levi's hair is a distraction, and one Erwin needs, because those shy, testing touches to his cock are far better than a more experienced mouth. He's biased, of course, and can admit that, but there's still something tremendously exciting about watching the way Levi slowly figures out what he's doing.
When Levi looks up, Erwin's pupils are blown wide, almost drugged, and he has a look of pure, unfiltered affection and love writ all over his features. He doesn't even try to change his expression into something more in control, more suave and less needy; he simply smiles downward, and shifts his hand to stroke his thumb along Levi's cheekbone.
"Very close, my love." Erwin's hand moves to the back of Levi's neck, resting there. "I'll squeeze here when it's time to get out of the way."