"Mm." It's all he can manage, the sound vibrating along Erwin's stiff length.
That hand and those touches are a much appreciated anchor. Really, some part of him will never not feel humbled and mystified that Erwin extends such direct tenderness to him. Maybe it's an absurd to be thinking in this exact moment, months into marriage, years into love, a cock in his mouth. But the sweetness of it, those words (my love), the look of adoration - Levi will never take any of it for granted.
He keeps one hand steadied on Erwin's hip, fingertips pressed into the meat of his ass. The other works in short, steady strokes close to the base of his shaft. It takes a few tries of figuring out the angle and just how much he can take in his mouth, but after a few passes, he finds a slow rhythm, matching the slide of his lips and hand in tandem. For those few moments, Levi stares up at him, into those eyes, breathing steady, head bobbing. He tries to mimic some of the things Erwin had done for him, sucking firmly on his pass back up, swirling his tongue around the head. There's something especially sensory about that, tracing the shape of him. Once or twice he gets a little distracted with it, humming a little again before dipping back down.
Everything is slow and exploratory. Perhaps a bit maddeningly so, depending on where Erwin is at. But Levi is also trying to catalogue favorable responses, little twitches and hitches of Erwin's breath or hips, making little mental notes of what things to thoroughly exploit later.
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That hand and those touches are a much appreciated anchor. Really, some part of him will never not feel humbled and mystified that Erwin extends such direct tenderness to him. Maybe it's an absurd to be thinking in this exact moment, months into marriage, years into love, a cock in his mouth. But the sweetness of it, those words (my love), the look of adoration - Levi will never take any of it for granted.
He keeps one hand steadied on Erwin's hip, fingertips pressed into the meat of his ass. The other works in short, steady strokes close to the base of his shaft. It takes a few tries of figuring out the angle and just how much he can take in his mouth, but after a few passes, he finds a slow rhythm, matching the slide of his lips and hand in tandem. For those few moments, Levi stares up at him, into those eyes, breathing steady, head bobbing. He tries to mimic some of the things Erwin had done for him, sucking firmly on his pass back up, swirling his tongue around the head. There's something especially sensory about that, tracing the shape of him. Once or twice he gets a little distracted with it, humming a little again before dipping back down.
Everything is slow and exploratory. Perhaps a bit maddeningly so, depending on where Erwin is at. But Levi is also trying to catalogue favorable responses, little twitches and hitches of Erwin's breath or hips, making little mental notes of what things to thoroughly exploit later.