...it's a safe assumption. He does carry a lot of tension in him, even if it is a little bit less these days.
The continued digging gets more of a grunt this time, now that it's less of a surprise. His toes curl a little bit, then flex again, feels the movement of his muscle against Erwin's hands. There might be the faintest, slightest hint at a flush coloring his skin high on his cheekbones, or it could be that he's warming up from the tea. Erwin passes over a spot on his ankle again that sends pleasurable little tingles along his nerves, makes his calf tense briefly to keep from shivering.
Levi inclines his chin a bit, forces his shoulders to relax.
"...all right." He takes a bit of a longer sip this time.
It's the muscles down near his ankle that really are what need the most work, and Erwin gets a few more soft noises for his trouble.
Erwin definitely notices that the ankle is where Levi needs the most attention, and he zeroes in on it. His massage technique is slow and gentle but relentless, working over the muscles and tendons over and over again until they're loose and pliable under his fingertips. Whenever Levi's calf tenses, Erwin makes a slight detour to rub that too, then back to the ankle.
He looks up when he hears the clink of an empty cup, and smiles. "What do you think? Adjourn to the bedroom so I can get the rest of your leg?"
And would sir like to be carried there? Erwin can do that now, with two arms.
Hopefully Erwin's remembered to drink his own tea during all of this - it would be a shame to heap all that praise on Levi's efforts and not get the chance to drink it.
The massage is...really nice, actually. In a way, Levi hadn't realized how stiff his ankle had actually become until now. It hasn't fully bothered him in a while, and he still trains with Jean and the others regularly, but it's not as rigorous as it was back home, and he's not always on his feet most of the day as often anymore, either. Erwin gets a few more groans for his trouble, a soft sigh of relief here and there as his muscles and tendons grow more pliable under his touch.
He tries to ignore the way his pulse flickers again at the suggestion, shifting to ease his leg down off of Erwin's lap.
"Yeah...soon as I peel my ass outta this chair." He's gotten very comfortable.
But manages after a moment, stretching a bit, popping his spine before getting to his feet.
"It feels a lot better." Like a lot better.
And while Levi is not gonna ask to be carried when he's perfectly capable of walking the few steps there himself, Erwin might have favorable results if he decides to do it, anyway. Weigh the risk, sir.
Erwin has drunk his tea! He grabbed quick sips between caresses, using the heat of the cup to keep his left hand limber and relaxed. He's also realised, from rubbing Levi's leg, that he really needs to light a fire under getting his own gear back and joining the training sessions. Levi's scars from the gear are still deep and present, while Erwin's have faded away over the months. If he goes much longer, he's going to lose them completely and have to start over.
"Good." And once Levi is standing, Erwin pounces. He knows trying to pick up Levi is a gamble, but never let it be said that Erwin Smith would see ridiculous, nigh-impossible odds and not think he should just make a play at them. Especially since he hasn't tried to pick Levi up since he got his new arm, and now feels like exactly the right time for testing how strong it really is.
He bends at the knees, and moves to scoop Levi up in a princess carry. This is either going to go swimmingly or he's going to suddenly be holding an enraged, soaked cat, and Erwin's pulse picks up as he waits to find out which.
The bruises still aren't as dark as they might have been before - Levi doesn't spend all day in the harness, has no need to wear it outside of training or the times he decides to go zipping around on his own occasional survey patrols, keeping an eye out for whatever thing Vaeros might decide to make them deal with next. But they're definitely still visible, permanent shadows on his skin.
Erwin starts to bend, and Levi could dodge out of the way if he really wanted, feeling a familiar prickling at the edge of his senses that something is coming for him - but he's relaxed and it's Erwin, so the next thing he knows he's being lifted from the floor--
"Oi-!"
It's more from surprise than protest, his arms flailing a little for balance and automatically settling around Erwin's broad shoulders.
What he hasn't noticed yet and definitely didn't account for is the way his face heats suddenly, a soft flush rising in seconds. Levi shifts, wriggling a little in Erwin's arms, but not making any actual effort to get free.
Still, some obligatory protesting is in order.
"What the hell are you-- I'm not actually injured, you big oaf-"
Erwin is too pleased with himself for getting away with this to notice how Levi is responding, beyond the fact that he's not actively trying to get away. That means he doesn't really mind being picked up, so Erwin is going to milk this for all it's worth.
"Let me have my fun." Which is, apparently, carrying Levi out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom, pushing doors open with one foot as he goes. "I haven't been able to do this before."
Back when he could've, he didn't, and then he was allowed, but didn't have the two arms necessary. Now he's both allowed and equipped with two arms, so he's going to take advantage where and when he can. Knowing that he can do this, that the robotic arm is strong enough to lift Levi, also helps ease a certain constant, aching worry in Erwin's chest: what if something happened to them, either in the Labyrinth or when something was attacking, and he wasn't able to carry an injured Levi to safety? He'd end up staying behind with him, he knows he would, but being able to get them both out of danger is the clearly preferable option. Knowing it's a possibility might make some of the nightmares go away.
Once in their bedroom, Erwin lays Levi down on the bed, then hovers over him, not straightening up immediately. "Would you like me to take care of your pants?"
No, he doesn't mind. At all, really. In fact it's...nice. Because as strong and dense as he is, that Erwin can so brazenly and so easily lift him, move him, sends his pulse racing a little. It could just as easily be soothing, to sink into the strength of his arms and just let go - let someone else be strong, for once, even just for the handful of strides to their bedroom.
Levi huffs, the annoyed sound at odds with the way he relaxes, leans his head against Erwin's. "Fine..."
He's completely oblivious to this worry; but since finally having an operable replacement for his arm, there's been a noticeable change in Erwin that makes him quietly relieved, considering it felt like there was little he could do otherwise. Seeing the return of his confidence has likewise lifted his own spirits.
It's also apparently becoming something of a different problem.
Or maybe it's not a problem.
For some reason, his brain is apparently in the gutter today. There's something about the way Erwin leans over him, taking up the whole of his vision, blue eyes inches from his own and hands still on him, and the quality of his voice asking to remove his pants that just sends a ripple of something through his body. He feels his brain stutter to a halt, staring at Erwin for a moment or two.
If you wanted to fuck just say so-
Is the thought on the tip of his tongue, to try to cover up the rush of -- what? embarrassment? that's not quite it -- ...whatever it is. But for once, he holds it in. Because - Erwin isn't usually that ridiculously roundabout for this sort of thing. So...massage.
On his thigh.
...right.
Right.
Erwin's probably waiting on an answer, and he's just staring at him like a fucking idiot.
Erwin is not, and never has been, a stupid man. Nor is he someone who can't read another person, usually so he can use that information to his own advantage. With Levi, though, there's an odd amount of blindspot, particularly when it comes to certain topics and activities. They've fooled around since that first time, each time successfully and to Erwin's great enjoyment, but Levi has never been either vocal or insistent on his own wants or needs. Erwin always makes sure to check in on him, and if Levi says he's enjoying himself, Erwin takes him at his word. He figures Levi, of all people, would know exactly what to say or do to get Erwin off him if he wasn't having fun or suddenly changed his mind about whatever they were doing. But taking his own initiative, or actively pursuing his own pleasure? No. That doesn't seem to be anything on Levi's radar, and so Erwin has stopped expecting it.
To put it another way, he would have noticed on anyone else that his presence and touch was having such an effect. But considering that it never has on Levi in the past, Erwin stopped expecting and looking for it, and is thus unaware of Levi getting wound up.
He starts to get an inkling, though, when Levi doesn't answer him right away. Erwin was half-expecting a hand to his face or a shit joke, not that odd silence and Levi staring at him like he's taken a header off a horse and rung his bell. Interesting...
"All right." Erwin leans back enough to get his hands between them, and makes a silly, over-exaggerated little show of undoing Levi's belt. He can take off a belt with one hand, but it's much easier with two, and it's also more fun. If this doesn't get Levi complaining, nothing will, and then the only logical conclusion left will be that Levi is into this, and that knowledge? That knowledge will get Erwin cranked from two to a thousand in a fraction of a second, and everything about this will change.
If, however, Levi bitches about Erwin showing off, then he'll get a leg massage and nothing more.
It isn't necessarily that Levi has been entirely cool to Erwin's touch in the past, even when they started going down that road more often. Arousal isn't entirely foreign to him, but his body and mind seem rarely on the same page. Even if he started to feel his pulse run faster, hotter, feel something stirring between his legs, when it came for the effort to be reciprocated, he just...didn't want anything.
Maybe there's things to unpack there, if he wanted - some sort of weird deep-seated shame or trauma or whatever other baggage he carries. But getting Erwin off has been satisfaction enough, genuinely pleased to be wanted, to help him unravel for a little while away from whatever is going on in his head. As long as they were both happy at the end of it, that's what mattered, right? Erwin, sweet and patient, still asks, still offers, but so far, Levi's turned him down every time.
Bodies are funny things, as it turns out. So often, Erwin's touch registers to him as more soothing than arousing. So what fucking gives now? One leg massage and he's suddenly thinking about what it might be like if Erwin did touch his dick, and maybe that wouldn't be so fucking bad after all? Does he have some kind of weird fetish or something? Ugh.
It doesn't help that the man is now making a production out of undoing his belt. Fucking damn him, has he given himself away already?
The problem, of course, is that Levi tends to bitch to cover up when he's feeling out of his element, regardless of whether or not he's fine with it. So he grumbles something under his breath that sounds something like hurry the fuck up already, and then swallowing thickly whenever Erwin finally makes it to the button and fly.
Fuck, he just wants to drag him up by the hair and stick his tongue down his throat.
Somehow he manages to keep that particular urge in check, lifting his hips to help get the pants down off his ass. It's definitely not the first time Erwin's seen him in a similar state of undress, given that they often shower and dress together. But the anticipation of touch combined with the stirrings of arousal somehow make it seem like it is the first time. There's not much to note about his state yet, at least not beneath dark fabric that still covers him (black boxer brief, thank you). But his breath is definitely coming a little harder, a little faster, and his eyes are getting darker.
As is, probably, that little flush on his face.
Pantsless, he stares at Erwin in a mixture of expectation and anticipation, waiting.
If Levi wants to grab Erwin's hair and start dragging him around, he should act on that impulse. Erwin wouldn't complain one bit; if anything, Levi would be in danger of awakening something in him, and then be required to start tugging his husband around by the hair whenever it was sexy time.
Still, the absolutely minor amount of bitching Levi does about the belt buckle show is enough to let Erwin know he's on the right track with things. So this is turning into more than a simple massage, an idea confirmed by the faint flush on Levi's cheeks and the way his pupils are dilating wide. Erwin has to bite the inside of his cheek to hide how delighted this whole thing has made him. It's no secret that Levi can turn Erwin on pretty easily these days; turning Levi on, though, has proven a tougher nut to crack, and Erwin is all too eager to capitalise on any level of success he's had in this department.
But he also knows that if he comes in like a hurricane of pheromones and tongue, he's going to have Levi skittering off like a frightened kitten. Better to play this cool, at least for now. So once Levi's pants are off--and carefully folded and set aside neatly so they don't wrinkle--Erwin's hands return to Levi's ankle, giving it another once-over, making sure it rolls smoothly in his hands.
It's only when his hands start moving up, caressing Levi's calf again, that Erwin bows his head and presses his lips to the thin, fine bone on the inside of Levi's ankle.
Eventually, maybe - right now he runs the risk of starting something he won't finish, and he just...doesn't want to disappoint Erwin like that (or ever, if he can help it). Even if it seems like he might actually be ready for something more this go around, it's entirely possible he'll change his mind at the last second.
So Erwin taking it slow, and at least pretending not to notice seems to be working well in his favor.
...or maybe he has noticed. Of course he has, because by now Levi can't deny that his face feels hot, so it probably looks embarrassingly red. Fuck. What a fucking fool.
But as Erwin continues to touch him, tenderly working his ankle, working those touches more freely over his skin, Levi can't help but melt a little back against the pillows. That feels...really nice. To just be touched and handled with care. Of course, it's not as if they aren't used to touching each other now, not as if Erwin hasn't ever been gentle with him. But there's something...different, this time, in the intention, that Levi can't quite pick out, even if he wanted to.
Maybe he just is finally fucking horny.
Either way, it makes his chest do a funny little flutter when lips caress over his ankle and the soft, thin skin there. His toes curl briefly, the muscle in his calf tensing and releasing beneath Erwin's hands as he tries and mostly fails to hold in a soft sound.
He swallows, wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, watches Erwin through half-lidded eyes. Is he supposed to say something? do something? fuck.
Well, he hasn't said anything, hasn't squirmed out of Erwin's grasp, so it's probably fine to continue, right?
Sorry, Levi; Erwin has cottoned on to what's going on here, and it is taking all the restraint he has to keep from just pouncing on the bed. Now that he knows what to look for--those soft sounds, the way Levi's muscle moves and flexes in his hands, the way Levi watches him through half-lidded eyes--it's impossible to miss.
As he moves his hands up the length of Levi's leg, Erwin chases their movement with his lips. He doesn't spend much time on the ankle or the calf, besides stopping to kiss his way further up. No, he told Levi he would work any tension out of his thighs, and that's what Erwin intends to do. To make it work, though, he climbs up onto the bed, getting himself between Levi's legs. By the time his lips have reached Levi's knee, Erwin is sprawled on his stomach, using his elbows to prop himself up, and has one hand on the inside of each thigh. He gets his thumbs down under Levi's legs, so he can at least pretend he's still thinking about a massage, and works them into Levi's hamstrings (which are actually pretty tight, he thinks; a real, proper massage later on might be in order).
As he starts kissing up onto Levi's thigh, Erwin glances up, trying to make eye contact. If Levi doesn't want this, now is the chance to say so, and Erwin will retreat immediately. If he's still game, though, Erwin has quite a few ideas about where to go next.
Getting tension out of his thighs seems to be the exact opposite of what he's managing to achieve. The trailing kisses do seem to send a spike of pleasure every time lips meet skin, sending his pulse just a little notch higher every time. But now Erwin's given up enough pretense that Levi's caught on to him catching on, and it's stirring up his head a little (because does he seriously expect him to think that he can do any kind of real massage at that angle? fucking please, sir).
It doesn't help that the apparently the insides of his thighs are overly sensitive, and the touches feel at once sensual and uncomfortable, sending confusing signals to his brain that cause his muscles to tense and shift. As Erwin presses in, Levi squirms a bit, legs going wider, brows knitting together.
He stares down at Erwin, all golden-haired and blue eyed and stupid fucking gorgeous chiseled features, between his legs. There's a trace of that skittish apprehension, somewhat unsure, but there's also still that faint flush on his cheeks, his gray eyes have grown even darker, and his breath comes in soft, slow pants. There is also, noticeably, a bulge growing beneath dark fabric.
A familiar, funny sort of panic makes his mouth move.
"Giving up on that massage already?" he drawls roughly, although there's not a hint of disappointment. If anything, it sounds like a challenge, and he definitely hasn't pushed Erwin away.
In all fairness, Erwin never said he was any good at giving massages! If he was doing this to anyone but Levi, they'd probably complain about him mauling their legs. If Levi genuinely wants a sports massage, Erwin would be happy to pay someone who knew what they were doing to deliver it to him, since he clearly doesn't. But then, Erwin is also quite sure that an actual sports massage doesn't involve what he's doing.
When Levi asks him about the massage, Erwin stops what he's doing and looks up at him. He doesn't move his mouth from where it's still pressed against Levi's thigh, and he needs to tilt his head back a little to see over the rising bulge in Levi's underwear. He doesn't smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkle, and his voice is warm and muffled when he speaks.
"Would you rather I go back to it?" Erwin traces one thumb up and down Levi's thigh as he asks, idly toying with the edge of Levi's boxers. He really doesn't want to stop what he's doing, and he doesn't think Levi does either, but he also knows not to push things too hard or too fast. Intimacy with Levi has always been a delicate balancing act, and Erwin is still learning how to not derail things.
Sir you were giving a perfectly fine one earlier, so Levi would not believe you if you said you weren't any good. Surely whatever he would have actually attempted for a thigh massage would have been just as acceptable.
But this is where they are, and the way Erwin's blue eyes roll up to meet his, lips pressed softly against one shadowy-dark line of a harness mark makes his mouth go a little dry. Then he speaks, and the sensation sends little tingling ripples over the nerves there, mingling with the caress of his hand.
Fuck.
Levi feels one hand spasm, and he realizes he's curled them both tightly in the sheets. With a breath, he forces them both to open, but doesn't know what to do with them. He wants to touch Erwin, but is too afraid to distract him or inadvertently push him away. It's not too difficult to figure out what his plan is, and when he thinks about it too directly there's still a kneejerk reaction of feeling too filthy to do this - of course he's washed already today, but that was hours ago now and even if Erwin doesn't care about sucking a less-than-freshly-cleaned cock, Levi does--
There's a very noticeable twitch beneath the fabric at the explicit thought of Erwin sucking his dick.
He faintly scowls at his own traitorous body, licking his lips before swallowing thickly, toes curling.
Erwin gives adequate massages. He doesn't really know what he's doing, besides pressure on sore muscles feels good, repeat that. Levi is clearly biased.
Erwin watches as Levi thinks things over, and once he makes his decision, the corners of Erwin's lips twitch upwards into a smile.
"All right." He leans back to what he was doing, using both hands to push up under the legs of Levi's boxers, his fingertips drumming briefly on his hips. Then he flips his hands over, catching the waistband and gently pulling them down, easing them over the bulge pushing out at their front.
The maneuver forces Erwin to sit back, his lips leaving Levi's skin, to pull the underwear down and off Levi's legs. Then Erwin is right back between them, looping one over his shoulder and pressing the other to the mattress with one hand. He resumes kissing up the line of Levi's inner thigh, getting progressively closer to his centre and erection.
All the activity has mussed Erwin's hair, and it hangs down across his forehead. He hasn't gotten it cut lately, and the tips of his fringe brush against his eyelashes.
Ok but who else is he giving massages to?? Is there something your husband should know, Erwin??
The drumming makes him squirm a little, the sensation tickling, but it's quickly gone with a hiss as fabric slides over his sensitive, half-mast arousal that is rapidly continuing to stiffen. Levi can't help a little shiver, feeling very literally exposed, vulnerable. It clicks his pulse up another few notches, his breath coming a little faster and heavier now despite his efforts to keep it steady. He feels unbalanced and hot, fully dressed from the waist up and buck naked and aroused from the waist down.
A soft noise escapes his throat when lips find his skin again, closer now to his cock, but it's the sight of Erwin's hair, golden strands falling loose and slightly mussed, that really seem to tighten things low in his belly.
Damned gorgeous bastard.
Levi lets himself stare for a few moments, but he's fucking warm in this sweater and he doesn't want to potentially soil it, so he wrestles himself out of it and tosses it unceremoniously off the bed towards a chair.
There. Better.
Levi reaches for Erwin's hand pressing his thigh open, curling around it as he seeks an anchor point. His heart is thudding hard in his chest, a sensation creeping along his veins that's both anticipation and apprehension. Even after many months together, it's hard to unwind a lifetime of aversion to such obvious vulnerability. But it's Erwin, and despite all of the fuckery going on in his brain, he wants this.
Unable to resist, he slides fingers of his other hand through Erwin's hair, pushing it only briefly back from his eyes. It's soft and clean and silky, like combing sunlight. Levi grips lightly at his scalp once before releasing and leaving it mussed, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
Only Levi, and occasionally Hange, get Erwin's massages. He's just realistic about his abilities.
When Levi reaches for his hand, Erwin is fast and eager to lace their fingers together. He holds Levi's hand as he kisses ever closer to his cock, only stopping when Levi messes with his hair. He goes still then, letting Levi do whatever he wants with it, and then looks up through his bangs and smiles.
"You just can't resist mussing it, can you?" It's not a complaint; it's one of the ways Erwin knows Levi is relaxing and enjoying himself. If he's feeling confident enough to mess up Erwin's hair, that's a good sign! Erwin also knows Levi likes the way he looks when his hair is out of order, and his eyes twinkle behind the shield of his fringe.
But that's enough preamble. Erwin plants one last kiss on the supple, pliable skin where Levi's leg meets his groin, then repositions himself so his head is directly over Levi's cock. He takes a moment to enjoy the view--Levi isn't large anywhere, including here, but he's perfectly formed and somehow managing to look strong and capable--before bending low and pressing his lips to the base. From there, it's a long, slow slide to the tip, Erwin pressing his tongue flat against the shaft.
"Maybe you shouldn't make it so fucking tempting-" The words are a little hoarser than he'd like. Irritating.
In his defense, it was already halfway there - so perhaps he felt compelled to finish the job, to make Erwin at least a little disheveled so that the gap between them isn't quite so great. But then the thought of Erwin doing this to him, stripping him fully and taking him in his mouth, making him cuss and moan and come all while not putting one fucking hair out of place is...fucking ridiculously hot.
Is he fantasizing about this while it's almost literally about to happen?
Erwin's barely touched him and he feels like he's going to fucking unravel at any moment.
Maybe he should have let someone suck his cock once or twice before in his life. Maybe he'd feel less...stupidly self-conscious. Even if Erwin is looking at him like he's never seen a prettier cock (ridiculous, because he's not much to look at), Levi can't help shifting a little under such direct examination. He grips at Erwin's hand with his own, and it feels like his heart is skipping beats. He's not even fully hard, not quite, but there's little worry of him getting the rest of the way there when Erwin finally puts his mouth on him.
There's a brief, reflexive thought of that's filthy I'm filthy- - but it flies out the window as the wet sensation of Erwin's tongue slides up his sensitive shaft. Levi only just manages to swallow a high pitched sound, trading it in for a hiss of profanity.
"Shit-"
Maybe he's never had his dick touched by anyone else in his life, but he'd never thought that it could really be as good as anyone ever made it out to be. He might have to rethink that. Really rethink it. Or maybe it's because it's Erwin.
His toe curl, hands tightening on Erwin's and in the sheets. Pale skin flushes pink as blood rushes to fill him out his arousal the rest of the way, muscles flexing before he just lets his head drop back against the pillows, eyes closed.
All Levi has to do is voice it, and Erwin will make it happen. He'll dress up in a suit, make himself look immaculate and devastatingly handsome, and then take Levi apart to his base elements without getting a single wrinkle in his clothes or letting one hair fall out of place. That idea would actually sound pretty good to him, as well, so Levi should definitely bring it up.
Erwin glances up when Levi curses, but the hand squeeze and the flush he sees spreading across Levi reassures him. Seems like that was good, and something Levi would like more of. He knows Levi isn't looking at him right now, but Erwin smiles before squeezing Levi's hand back and ducking his head down again.
While this might be new for Levi, Erwin has, in the distant, ill-remembered past, sucked his fair share of dicks. He went through a phase in his cadet days, and then another one shortly after joining the Survey Corps, back when he could see all the things that could be improved to save lives but couldn't implement them yet. Part of Erwin forgetting and turning his mind off has always been orally focused, so this isn't just purely about Levi's pleasure. It mostly is, but Erwin is certainly getting something out of this too.
Using his free hand, Erwin loosely grips the base of Levi's cock, pointing it up into the air. With it like this, he's able to lick it again, trailing his tongue up over the shaft and then curling it around the head. He simply holds the head like that for a moment, tasting it, committing Levi's taste to memory, before unfurling his tongue and slowly, gently, dropping his mouth down around Levi's cock. He doesn't stop until his nose is pressed against Levi's groin, tickled by the fine dark hair there. Once he's got that done, Erwin folds his tongue around Levi's shaft and begins to slowly bob his head up and down.
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.
Erwin will sneak that information out of him, eventually. And he'll be absolutely delighted at the idea, and deliver that fantasy in full.
Erwin has been in all kinds of gross places over the course of his life, but Levi also can rely on him cleaning himself up afterwards, and allowing Levi to inspect him afterwards and make sure he's up to standard without complaint. He's not the most sparkling clean today--they've been out and about, he hasn't washing fully since this morning--but he has brushed his teeth after lunch, so he's clean where it matters. And if Levi shooed him away to go clean up, Erwin would take his banishment with good grace.
The soft, almost agonised sounds Levi is making are music to Erwin's ears; he's never heard Levi sound quite like this before, and he loves it. He loves knowing that he's the one breaking Levi down like this, that his patience has paid off and Levi is letting him in closer, and Erwin would be lying if he said he wasn't rock-hard right now. He ignores his own cock in favour of Levi's, moving up and down on it in the exact way he likes himself, trying to tease more of those sounds from Levi's throat.
Then Levi says his name, and Erwin rises up off his cock, letting it come out of his mouth, the tip resting against his lower lip. "Levi," he responds, his voice warm and rich and full of love, then lowers his head back down and resumes sucking.
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.
When Levi starts moving in kind with him, Erwin smiles around his cock. He knows how quickly Levi picks up on anything physical; he's not the slightest bit surprised that this is no different. He makes a soft humming sound, deep in his chest, and lets it reverberate up through his throat and into his mouth, onto Levi.
He's also not surprised at the sudden burst of profanity or how Levi clutches at his hair. Erwin wouldn't say it out loud, but he knows he's a damn good cocksucker, and he'd frankly be disappointed in himself if he didn't bring someone to climax relatively quickly. It didn't hurt that Levi was so keyed up and ready to go when he started, either.
There is no dodging, no attempt to get out of way. Erwin does the opposite: he plunges fully down on Levi's cock, letting his throat go lax as Levi shudders through his orgasm. It's only when it feels like Levi's done that Erwin swallows, his throat muscles constricting around the head of Levi's cock before he lifts his head up and off.
He has the dumbest, most pleased with himself look on his face. He is going to be insufferably smug about this for the next several days.
Erwin is a damn good cocksucker - not that Levi has any basis for comparison, but it's clearly not anywhere close to his first time. Maybe he should be embarrassed for coming so quickly, but it's actually something of a relief. Something longer and more drawn out had the higher chance of his brain catching up with him, maybe, of longer pauses letting sensations other than pleasure settle in.
It's only after he finishes shooting his load that he realizes Erwin didn't pull away, that last little squeeze as he swallows pulling a soft whine from the back of his throat. Fuck. He should find it disgusting, but the little haziness that seems to envelop both mind and body after orgasm, his brain just clocks it as hot.
For a few moments, Levi just lays there, chest rising and falling with soft, even pants until adrenaline and arousal begin to even out. Gray eyes finally crack open, staring somewhat unfocused at the ceiling. He can feel Erwin still situated between his legs, fingers looser in his hair now, and even without looking he can imagine his expression. It practically radiates off him. A heaviness settles into his limbs, relaxed, almost serene, to the point where it's almost a chore to lift his head finally just to look down to see him.
Swollen red lips and bright blue eyes and disgustingly pleased with himself.
Levi huffs, the sound more a mixture of affection and amusement than annoyance. He scruffs his hand through Erwin's hair, fingers scratching at the soft undercut at the back of his head.
"Don't have to ask how it was for you, huh. You got someone else sucking you off at the same time?"
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The continued digging gets more of a grunt this time, now that it's less of a surprise. His toes curl a little bit, then flex again, feels the movement of his muscle against Erwin's hands. There might be the faintest, slightest hint at a flush coloring his skin high on his cheekbones, or it could be that he's warming up from the tea. Erwin passes over a spot on his ankle again that sends pleasurable little tingles along his nerves, makes his calf tense briefly to keep from shivering.
Levi inclines his chin a bit, forces his shoulders to relax.
"...all right." He takes a bit of a longer sip this time.
It's the muscles down near his ankle that really are what need the most work, and Erwin gets a few more soft noises for his trouble.
A few minutes later, the cup is empty.
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He looks up when he hears the clink of an empty cup, and smiles. "What do you think? Adjourn to the bedroom so I can get the rest of your leg?"
And would sir like to be carried there? Erwin can do that now, with two arms.
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The massage is...really nice, actually. In a way, Levi hadn't realized how stiff his ankle had actually become until now. It hasn't fully bothered him in a while, and he still trains with Jean and the others regularly, but it's not as rigorous as it was back home, and he's not always on his feet most of the day as often anymore, either. Erwin gets a few more groans for his trouble, a soft sigh of relief here and there as his muscles and tendons grow more pliable under his touch.
He tries to ignore the way his pulse flickers again at the suggestion, shifting to ease his leg down off of Erwin's lap.
"Yeah...soon as I peel my ass outta this chair." He's gotten very comfortable.
But manages after a moment, stretching a bit, popping his spine before getting to his feet.
"It feels a lot better." Like a lot better.
And while Levi is not gonna ask to be carried when he's perfectly capable of walking the few steps there himself, Erwin might have favorable results if he decides to do it, anyway. Weigh the risk, sir.
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"Good." And once Levi is standing, Erwin pounces. He knows trying to pick up Levi is a gamble, but never let it be said that Erwin Smith would see ridiculous, nigh-impossible odds and not think he should just make a play at them. Especially since he hasn't tried to pick Levi up since he got his new arm, and now feels like exactly the right time for testing how strong it really is.
He bends at the knees, and moves to scoop Levi up in a princess carry. This is either going to go swimmingly or he's going to suddenly be holding an enraged, soaked cat, and Erwin's pulse picks up as he waits to find out which.
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Erwin starts to bend, and Levi could dodge out of the way if he really wanted, feeling a familiar prickling at the edge of his senses that something is coming for him - but he's relaxed and it's Erwin, so the next thing he knows he's being lifted from the floor--
"Oi-!"
It's more from surprise than protest, his arms flailing a little for balance and automatically settling around Erwin's broad shoulders.
What he hasn't noticed yet and definitely didn't account for is the way his face heats suddenly, a soft flush rising in seconds. Levi shifts, wriggling a little in Erwin's arms, but not making any actual effort to get free.
Still, some obligatory protesting is in order.
"What the hell are you-- I'm not actually injured, you big oaf-"
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"Let me have my fun." Which is, apparently, carrying Levi out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom, pushing doors open with one foot as he goes. "I haven't been able to do this before."
Back when he could've, he didn't, and then he was allowed, but didn't have the two arms necessary. Now he's both allowed and equipped with two arms, so he's going to take advantage where and when he can. Knowing that he can do this, that the robotic arm is strong enough to lift Levi, also helps ease a certain constant, aching worry in Erwin's chest: what if something happened to them, either in the Labyrinth or when something was attacking, and he wasn't able to carry an injured Levi to safety? He'd end up staying behind with him, he knows he would, but being able to get them both out of danger is the clearly preferable option. Knowing it's a possibility might make some of the nightmares go away.
Once in their bedroom, Erwin lays Levi down on the bed, then hovers over him, not straightening up immediately. "Would you like me to take care of your pants?"
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Levi huffs, the annoyed sound at odds with the way he relaxes, leans his head against Erwin's. "Fine..."
He's completely oblivious to this worry; but since finally having an operable replacement for his arm, there's been a noticeable change in Erwin that makes him quietly relieved, considering it felt like there was little he could do otherwise. Seeing the return of his confidence has likewise lifted his own spirits.
It's also apparently becoming something of a different problem.
Or maybe it's not a problem.
For some reason, his brain is apparently in the gutter today. There's something about the way Erwin leans over him, taking up the whole of his vision, blue eyes inches from his own and hands still on him, and the quality of his voice asking to remove his pants that just sends a ripple of something through his body. He feels his brain stutter to a halt, staring at Erwin for a moment or two.
If you wanted to fuck just say so-
Is the thought on the tip of his tongue, to try to cover up the rush of -- what? embarrassment? that's not quite it -- ...whatever it is. But for once, he holds it in. Because - Erwin isn't usually that ridiculously roundabout for this sort of thing. So...massage.
On his thigh.
...right.
Right.
Erwin's probably waiting on an answer, and he's just staring at him like a fucking idiot.
"...sure."
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To put it another way, he would have noticed on anyone else that his presence and touch was having such an effect. But considering that it never has on Levi in the past, Erwin stopped expecting and looking for it, and is thus unaware of Levi getting wound up.
He starts to get an inkling, though, when Levi doesn't answer him right away. Erwin was half-expecting a hand to his face or a shit joke, not that odd silence and Levi staring at him like he's taken a header off a horse and rung his bell. Interesting...
"All right." Erwin leans back enough to get his hands between them, and makes a silly, over-exaggerated little show of undoing Levi's belt. He can take off a belt with one hand, but it's much easier with two, and it's also more fun. If this doesn't get Levi complaining, nothing will, and then the only logical conclusion left will be that Levi is into this, and that knowledge? That knowledge will get Erwin cranked from two to a thousand in a fraction of a second, and everything about this will change.
If, however, Levi bitches about Erwin showing off, then he'll get a leg massage and nothing more.
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Maybe there's things to unpack there, if he wanted - some sort of weird deep-seated shame or trauma or whatever other baggage he carries. But getting Erwin off has been satisfaction enough, genuinely pleased to be wanted, to help him unravel for a little while away from whatever is going on in his head. As long as they were both happy at the end of it, that's what mattered, right? Erwin, sweet and patient, still asks, still offers, but so far, Levi's turned him down every time.
Bodies are funny things, as it turns out. So often, Erwin's touch registers to him as more soothing than arousing. So what fucking gives now? One leg massage and he's suddenly thinking about what it might be like if Erwin did touch his dick, and maybe that wouldn't be so fucking bad after all? Does he have some kind of weird fetish or something? Ugh.
It doesn't help that the man is now making a production out of undoing his belt. Fucking damn him, has he given himself away already?
The problem, of course, is that Levi tends to bitch to cover up when he's feeling out of his element, regardless of whether or not he's fine with it. So he grumbles something under his breath that sounds something like hurry the fuck up already, and then swallowing thickly whenever Erwin finally makes it to the button and fly.
Fuck, he just wants to drag him up by the hair and stick his tongue down his throat.
Somehow he manages to keep that particular urge in check, lifting his hips to help get the pants down off his ass. It's definitely not the first time Erwin's seen him in a similar state of undress, given that they often shower and dress together. But the anticipation of touch combined with the stirrings of arousal somehow make it seem like it is the first time. There's not much to note about his state yet, at least not beneath dark fabric that still covers him (black boxer brief, thank you). But his breath is definitely coming a little harder, a little faster, and his eyes are getting darker.
As is, probably, that little flush on his face.
Pantsless, he stares at Erwin in a mixture of expectation and anticipation, waiting.
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Still, the absolutely minor amount of bitching Levi does about the belt buckle show is enough to let Erwin know he's on the right track with things. So this is turning into more than a simple massage, an idea confirmed by the faint flush on Levi's cheeks and the way his pupils are dilating wide. Erwin has to bite the inside of his cheek to hide how delighted this whole thing has made him. It's no secret that Levi can turn Erwin on pretty easily these days; turning Levi on, though, has proven a tougher nut to crack, and Erwin is all too eager to capitalise on any level of success he's had in this department.
But he also knows that if he comes in like a hurricane of pheromones and tongue, he's going to have Levi skittering off like a frightened kitten. Better to play this cool, at least for now. So once Levi's pants are off--and carefully folded and set aside neatly so they don't wrinkle--Erwin's hands return to Levi's ankle, giving it another once-over, making sure it rolls smoothly in his hands.
It's only when his hands start moving up, caressing Levi's calf again, that Erwin bows his head and presses his lips to the thin, fine bone on the inside of Levi's ankle.
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So Erwin taking it slow, and at least pretending not to notice seems to be working well in his favor.
...or maybe he has noticed. Of course he has, because by now Levi can't deny that his face feels hot, so it probably looks embarrassingly red. Fuck. What a fucking fool.
But as Erwin continues to touch him, tenderly working his ankle, working those touches more freely over his skin, Levi can't help but melt a little back against the pillows. That feels...really nice. To just be touched and handled with care. Of course, it's not as if they aren't used to touching each other now, not as if Erwin hasn't ever been gentle with him. But there's something...different, this time, in the intention, that Levi can't quite pick out, even if he wanted to.
Maybe he just is finally fucking horny.
Either way, it makes his chest do a funny little flutter when lips caress over his ankle and the soft, thin skin there. His toes curl briefly, the muscle in his calf tensing and releasing beneath Erwin's hands as he tries and mostly fails to hold in a soft sound.
He swallows, wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, watches Erwin through half-lidded eyes. Is he supposed to say something? do something? fuck.
Well, he hasn't said anything, hasn't squirmed out of Erwin's grasp, so it's probably fine to continue, right?
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As he moves his hands up the length of Levi's leg, Erwin chases their movement with his lips. He doesn't spend much time on the ankle or the calf, besides stopping to kiss his way further up. No, he told Levi he would work any tension out of his thighs, and that's what Erwin intends to do. To make it work, though, he climbs up onto the bed, getting himself between Levi's legs. By the time his lips have reached Levi's knee, Erwin is sprawled on his stomach, using his elbows to prop himself up, and has one hand on the inside of each thigh. He gets his thumbs down under Levi's legs, so he can at least pretend he's still thinking about a massage, and works them into Levi's hamstrings (which are actually pretty tight, he thinks; a real, proper massage later on might be in order).
As he starts kissing up onto Levi's thigh, Erwin glances up, trying to make eye contact. If Levi doesn't want this, now is the chance to say so, and Erwin will retreat immediately. If he's still game, though, Erwin has quite a few ideas about where to go next.
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It doesn't help that the apparently the insides of his thighs are overly sensitive, and the touches feel at once sensual and uncomfortable, sending confusing signals to his brain that cause his muscles to tense and shift. As Erwin presses in, Levi squirms a bit, legs going wider, brows knitting together.
He stares down at Erwin, all golden-haired and blue eyed and stupid fucking gorgeous chiseled features, between his legs. There's a trace of that skittish apprehension, somewhat unsure, but there's also still that faint flush on his cheeks, his gray eyes have grown even darker, and his breath comes in soft, slow pants. There is also, noticeably, a bulge growing beneath dark fabric.
A familiar, funny sort of panic makes his mouth move.
"Giving up on that massage already?" he drawls roughly, although there's not a hint of disappointment. If anything, it sounds like a challenge, and he definitely hasn't pushed Erwin away.
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When Levi asks him about the massage, Erwin stops what he's doing and looks up at him. He doesn't move his mouth from where it's still pressed against Levi's thigh, and he needs to tilt his head back a little to see over the rising bulge in Levi's underwear. He doesn't smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkle, and his voice is warm and muffled when he speaks.
"Would you rather I go back to it?" Erwin traces one thumb up and down Levi's thigh as he asks, idly toying with the edge of Levi's boxers. He really doesn't want to stop what he's doing, and he doesn't think Levi does either, but he also knows not to push things too hard or too fast. Intimacy with Levi has always been a delicate balancing act, and Erwin is still learning how to not derail things.
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But this is where they are, and the way Erwin's blue eyes roll up to meet his, lips pressed softly against one shadowy-dark line of a harness mark makes his mouth go a little dry. Then he speaks, and the sensation sends little tingling ripples over the nerves there, mingling with the caress of his hand.
Fuck.
Levi feels one hand spasm, and he realizes he's curled them both tightly in the sheets. With a breath, he forces them both to open, but doesn't know what to do with them. He wants to touch Erwin, but is too afraid to distract him or inadvertently push him away. It's not too difficult to figure out what his plan is, and when he thinks about it too directly there's still a kneejerk reaction of feeling too filthy to do this - of course he's washed already today, but that was hours ago now and even if Erwin doesn't care about sucking a less-than-freshly-cleaned cock, Levi does--
There's a very noticeable twitch beneath the fabric at the explicit thought of Erwin sucking his dick.
He faintly scowls at his own traitorous body, licking his lips before swallowing thickly, toes curling.
"...no."
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Erwin watches as Levi thinks things over, and once he makes his decision, the corners of Erwin's lips twitch upwards into a smile.
"All right." He leans back to what he was doing, using both hands to push up under the legs of Levi's boxers, his fingertips drumming briefly on his hips. Then he flips his hands over, catching the waistband and gently pulling them down, easing them over the bulge pushing out at their front.
The maneuver forces Erwin to sit back, his lips leaving Levi's skin, to pull the underwear down and off Levi's legs. Then Erwin is right back between them, looping one over his shoulder and pressing the other to the mattress with one hand. He resumes kissing up the line of Levi's inner thigh, getting progressively closer to his centre and erection.
All the activity has mussed Erwin's hair, and it hangs down across his forehead. He hasn't gotten it cut lately, and the tips of his fringe brush against his eyelashes.
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The drumming makes him squirm a little, the sensation tickling, but it's quickly gone with a hiss as fabric slides over his sensitive, half-mast arousal that is rapidly continuing to stiffen. Levi can't help a little shiver, feeling very literally exposed, vulnerable. It clicks his pulse up another few notches, his breath coming a little faster and heavier now despite his efforts to keep it steady. He feels unbalanced and hot, fully dressed from the waist up and buck naked and aroused from the waist down.
A soft noise escapes his throat when lips find his skin again, closer now to his cock, but it's the sight of Erwin's hair, golden strands falling loose and slightly mussed, that really seem to tighten things low in his belly.
Damned gorgeous bastard.
Levi lets himself stare for a few moments, but he's fucking warm in this sweater and he doesn't want to potentially soil it, so he wrestles himself out of it and tosses it unceremoniously off the bed towards a chair.
There. Better.
Levi reaches for Erwin's hand pressing his thigh open, curling around it as he seeks an anchor point. His heart is thudding hard in his chest, a sensation creeping along his veins that's both anticipation and apprehension. Even after many months together, it's hard to unwind a lifetime of aversion to such obvious vulnerability. But it's Erwin, and despite all of the fuckery going on in his brain, he wants this.
Unable to resist, he slides fingers of his other hand through Erwin's hair, pushing it only briefly back from his eyes. It's soft and clean and silky, like combing sunlight. Levi grips lightly at his scalp once before releasing and leaving it mussed, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
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When Levi reaches for his hand, Erwin is fast and eager to lace their fingers together. He holds Levi's hand as he kisses ever closer to his cock, only stopping when Levi messes with his hair. He goes still then, letting Levi do whatever he wants with it, and then looks up through his bangs and smiles.
"You just can't resist mussing it, can you?" It's not a complaint; it's one of the ways Erwin knows Levi is relaxing and enjoying himself. If he's feeling confident enough to mess up Erwin's hair, that's a good sign! Erwin also knows Levi likes the way he looks when his hair is out of order, and his eyes twinkle behind the shield of his fringe.
But that's enough preamble. Erwin plants one last kiss on the supple, pliable skin where Levi's leg meets his groin, then repositions himself so his head is directly over Levi's cock. He takes a moment to enjoy the view--Levi isn't large anywhere, including here, but he's perfectly formed and somehow managing to look strong and capable--before bending low and pressing his lips to the base. From there, it's a long, slow slide to the tip, Erwin pressing his tongue flat against the shaft.
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In his defense, it was already halfway there - so perhaps he felt compelled to finish the job, to make Erwin at least a little disheveled so that the gap between them isn't quite so great. But then the thought of Erwin doing this to him, stripping him fully and taking him in his mouth, making him cuss and moan and come all while not putting one fucking hair out of place is...fucking ridiculously hot.
Is he fantasizing about this while it's almost literally about to happen?
Erwin's barely touched him and he feels like he's going to fucking unravel at any moment.
Maybe he should have let someone suck his cock once or twice before in his life. Maybe he'd feel less...stupidly self-conscious. Even if Erwin is looking at him like he's never seen a prettier cock (ridiculous, because he's not much to look at), Levi can't help shifting a little under such direct examination. He grips at Erwin's hand with his own, and it feels like his heart is skipping beats. He's not even fully hard, not quite, but there's little worry of him getting the rest of the way there when Erwin finally puts his mouth on him.
There's a brief, reflexive thought of that's filthy I'm filthy- - but it flies out the window as the wet sensation of Erwin's tongue slides up his sensitive shaft. Levi only just manages to swallow a high pitched sound, trading it in for a hiss of profanity.
"Shit-"
Maybe he's never had his dick touched by anyone else in his life, but he'd never thought that it could really be as good as anyone ever made it out to be. He might have to rethink that. Really rethink it. Or maybe it's because it's Erwin.
His toe curl, hands tightening on Erwin's and in the sheets. Pale skin flushes pink as blood rushes to fill him out his arousal the rest of the way, muscles flexing before he just lets his head drop back against the pillows, eyes closed.
It's probably safe to say he liked that.
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Erwin glances up when Levi curses, but the hand squeeze and the flush he sees spreading across Levi reassures him. Seems like that was good, and something Levi would like more of. He knows Levi isn't looking at him right now, but Erwin smiles before squeezing Levi's hand back and ducking his head down again.
While this might be new for Levi, Erwin has, in the distant, ill-remembered past, sucked his fair share of dicks. He went through a phase in his cadet days, and then another one shortly after joining the Survey Corps, back when he could see all the things that could be improved to save lives but couldn't implement them yet. Part of Erwin forgetting and turning his mind off has always been orally focused, so this isn't just purely about Levi's pleasure. It mostly is, but Erwin is certainly getting something out of this too.
Using his free hand, Erwin loosely grips the base of Levi's cock, pointing it up into the air. With it like this, he's able to lick it again, trailing his tongue up over the shaft and then curling it around the head. He simply holds the head like that for a moment, tasting it, committing Levi's taste to memory, before unfurling his tongue and slowly, gently, dropping his mouth down around Levi's cock. He doesn't stop until his nose is pressed against Levi's groin, tickled by the fine dark hair there. Once he's got that done, Erwin folds his tongue around Levi's shaft and begins to slowly bob his head up and down.
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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.
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Erwin has been in all kinds of gross places over the course of his life, but Levi also can rely on him cleaning himself up afterwards, and allowing Levi to inspect him afterwards and make sure he's up to standard without complaint. He's not the most sparkling clean today--they've been out and about, he hasn't washing fully since this morning--but he has brushed his teeth after lunch, so he's clean where it matters. And if Levi shooed him away to go clean up, Erwin would take his banishment with good grace.
The soft, almost agonised sounds Levi is making are music to Erwin's ears; he's never heard Levi sound quite like this before, and he loves it. He loves knowing that he's the one breaking Levi down like this, that his patience has paid off and Levi is letting him in closer, and Erwin would be lying if he said he wasn't rock-hard right now. He ignores his own cock in favour of Levi's, moving up and down on it in the exact way he likes himself, trying to tease more of those sounds from Levi's throat.
Then Levi says his name, and Erwin rises up off his cock, letting it come out of his mouth, the tip resting against his lower lip. "Levi," he responds, his voice warm and rich and full of love, then lowers his head back down and resumes sucking.
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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.
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He's also not surprised at the sudden burst of profanity or how Levi clutches at his hair. Erwin wouldn't say it out loud, but he knows he's a damn good cocksucker, and he'd frankly be disappointed in himself if he didn't bring someone to climax relatively quickly. It didn't hurt that Levi was so keyed up and ready to go when he started, either.
There is no dodging, no attempt to get out of way. Erwin does the opposite: he plunges fully down on Levi's cock, letting his throat go lax as Levi shudders through his orgasm. It's only when it feels like Levi's done that Erwin swallows, his throat muscles constricting around the head of Levi's cock before he lifts his head up and off.
He has the dumbest, most pleased with himself look on his face. He is going to be insufferably smug about this for the next several days.
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It's only after he finishes shooting his load that he realizes Erwin didn't pull away, that last little squeeze as he swallows pulling a soft whine from the back of his throat. Fuck. He should find it disgusting, but the little haziness that seems to envelop both mind and body after orgasm, his brain just clocks it as hot.
For a few moments, Levi just lays there, chest rising and falling with soft, even pants until adrenaline and arousal begin to even out. Gray eyes finally crack open, staring somewhat unfocused at the ceiling. He can feel Erwin still situated between his legs, fingers looser in his hair now, and even without looking he can imagine his expression. It practically radiates off him. A heaviness settles into his limbs, relaxed, almost serene, to the point where it's almost a chore to lift his head finally just to look down to see him.
Swollen red lips and bright blue eyes and disgustingly pleased with himself.
Levi huffs, the sound more a mixture of affection and amusement than annoyance. He scruffs his hand through Erwin's hair, fingers scratching at the soft undercut at the back of his head.
"Don't have to ask how it was for you, huh. You got someone else sucking you off at the same time?"
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