Erwin has certainly taken note of how Levi will occasionally instigate a handjob during poetry recitation, and has been choosing the poems he recites with more care. It's still a good blend of poems both horny and not, but the ratio of more sexually charmed poetry has definitely increased. He tended to avoid it before, feeling it would be too pushy towards Levi. Now, though, there's definitely been an uptick.

It takes Erwin a few moments to come back to himself, breathing heavily and riding out the aftershocks. When his heartbeat has slowed down a little, he opens his eyes and looks down at Levi. His dark hair is pushed back from his face, and he looks oddly vulnerable and small, not at all like the extremely competent man Erwin knows he is. He shifts his hand and uses his thumb to brush the blob of semen off Levi's cheek, then gently cups his face in his palm.

Erwin smiles at Levi's compliment. He doesn't see it himself, but he'll trust Levi's judgment. "Thank you." He takes his hand off Levi's face and offers it to him, to help him to his feet so Erwin can hold him close and let the water sluice over them.