"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.
Slow and exploratory it may be, but when you've fantasised about this exact scenario as many times as Erwin has, that's going to be all it takes. Everything feels heightened, bright and exaggerated, teetering on the absolute edge of obliteration.
Erwin is not subtle in the slightest about how this is affecting him. Every touch, every movement that he likes, he makes it clear how it gets to him. It might not be the best dataset, since he likes everything, but it's something.
It's one of the swirling motions around the head of his cock that does him in. Erwin squeezes the back of Levi's neck, his breath stuttering out in rapid little bursts, and pulls his hips back to get himself out of Levi's mouth and hopefully out of the way. Then there's no stopping things, and Erwin leans against the shower wall, shuddering through his orgasm.
In the end, it doesn't matter how accurate it is - that he's doing enough to make Erwin feel good and not completely fucking it up is win enough, especially for his first time tasting another man's cock. It's maybe not as bad as he imagines, but perhaps that has more to do with wanting to do more for his endlessly patient husband. Levi knows the signs of his impending orgasm from a different angle, usually pressed close, listening intently to how his heart beats harder, his breaths come a little faster, the way he feels in his hand. That's about as far as they'd gotten sexually, until now. He's gotten more practiced at it by now, a little bolder, sometimes slipping his hand beneath Erwin's waistband as he recites in that low, velvet voice of his, enjoying the sensation of him stiffening slowly beneath his palm.
It seems they'll now have more activities to add to that small repertoire.
It is warning enough so that he doesn't end up with a mouthful of cum, but a spurt of it does land on his cheek, and more on his throat before Levi manages to direct Erwin's cock in a more benign direction, working him through the rest of it with his hand. It should outright disgust him, but instead there's a funny feeling that shudders through his nerves, making his shoulders twitch and his breath stutter.
Levi looks up from his place still on the shower floor, black hair wet and slicked to his skin, lips pink and plump from his work, eyes dark, staring. The splatter feels thick and sticky on his skin. The line of Erwin's body looming above, water tracing muscles and shifting with heavy breaths. Familiar scars crisscross his body, interrupting smooth planes, but Levi can't recall a time when he thought him anything but fucking gorgeous.
He licks his lips, the taste of Erwin still there. His brain stumbles a little, as he opens his mouth to make some comment about how he doesn't have to guess if Erwin liked what he got, but what comes out instead is:
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.
Turns out, poetry has become a good way to ease him into that mood. Snuggled together, Erwin's deep, lovely voice rumbling through expertly crafted words...it just really does it for him sometimes (often).
There's such tenderness in that touch...Levi appreciates the gentle cleaning of his face (which he'll have to wash more thoroughly again), easily leaning his cheek into Erwin's large palm as he just gazes up at him softly, a hundred different things in his eyes, but every one of them something of love and admiration. He knows Erwin doesn't see how gorgeous he is, which seems insane (even though Levi doesn't seem to think much of himself, either). But that just means it's up to him to show him...tell him.
He takes the offered hand, carefully shifting to his feet on the slick floor. Ironically, his first thought is to pull him in for a kiss - but his mouth is filthy now, so that can't happen until he's rinsed and cleaned it thoroughly. So Levi instead just runs his hands up Erwin's chest like he's memorizing every inch of him (again, again), sliding until they're on his shoulders and he can pull them both in to just briefly touch their foreheads together.
"Have to finish cleaning up," he mutters, just above the spray. "And then I want to kiss you until I can't breathe."
Fortunately for both of them--or unfortunately, depending on one's point of view--Erwin has no such hangups about kissing after blowjobs. His mouth is still clean and pristine from brushing and flossing earlier, which he hopes will counteract at least a little of Levi's squeamishness.
"Or we could kiss right now." He lets the offer float out there, suspended between them, before lowering his head and using his nose to gently turn Levi's face upwards. He'd use his hand, but that would involve letting go from where he has it around Levi's waist, and he's not willing to make that sacrifice. "We've got plenty of toothpaste and mouthwash for afterwards."
Erwin might have no trouble with it, but from Levi's perspective, kissing or kissing with a dirty mouth is the same level of gross. He's acutely aware of where his mouth has been, and spreading it around is not something he's keen to do, no matter how badly he does just want to stay wrapped up with him like this.
But the water is already starting to wrinkle his fingertips, and he's fully aware of the splotch of jizz still lingering on his skin, too.
"No," he mutters, nosing back. "Won't enjoy it because 'll be too busy thinking about having dick-mouth."
He leans back, releasing Erwin so he can save is back from stooping at an awkward angle, but cups one hand (his clean one) against his husband's cheek, tracing lips with his thumb.
" 'sides...starting to shrivel up like a prune. Can't stay much longer in here anyway. So work fast 'n you'll be sticking your tongue in my mouth in no time."
Scrub down, Erwin!! Levi makes quick work of himself, rinsing out his mouth briefly under the spray and spitting into the drain before taking one more pass with soap and cloth over his body. He'll offer to do Erwin, too, if he wants (just for fun, y'know). Either way, once he gets out and towel dries enough, he'll rinse his mouth with water again, then with mouthwash, and then scrub with the toothbrush twice. And do another full rinse cycle again before he seems satisfied.
Erwin lets Levi go when he pulls away, although his hand lingers on Levi's hip.
"All right, but for the record, if you ever decide you want to kiss with dick-mouth, that is completely fine with me."
But okay, okay! Getting prune-y and no more fooling around happening in the shower tonight, so Erwin is now all business. He turns his back to Levi to get a last quick wipe-down--he can do it on his own, but it's faster to have someone with two hands manage it--then finishes cleaning up. He takes his time drying off, giving Levi some privacy at the sink. Once it looks like Levi has rinsed the dick out of his mouth, Erwin pads up beside him, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and reaches for the mouthwash.
"This way we'll both be nice and fresh." He does a quick swish, then heads to the bedroom. "Come get into pajamas and hang out in the bed with me?"
Before they can completely separate to finish washing, Levi reaches up and holds Erwin's face in both of his hands, looking into his eyes.
"I won't."
So as Erwin finishes swishing out his mouth some minutes later, Levi trails after him, appreciating the line of his broad shoulders, the expanse of his back down to his waist and clean, fresh skin. Each of Erwin's scars are well familiar to him, the landscape of survival. It's all beautiful, to him.
He pulls on fresh sleeping clothes - which mostly amounts to underwear and a shirt filched from Erwin that hangs almost like a very short dress, stopping at the top of his thighs, and eventually clambers into the bed, tugging Erwin in close that puts him within easy reach for kissing.
And Levi does lean in for a kiss immediately, planting it right on the bridge of his perfectly chiseled nose.
Okay, okay, duly noted. Erwin will still hold out hope that Levi might change his mind, although he won't push the issue.
With both of them fresh and clean, Erwin gets into his own sleeping clothes. He goes the opposite direction of Levi and pulls on a pair of baggy, well-worn pajama pants and nothing else. Once he's in bed, he rolls onto his right side so he can reach out and cuddle Levi properly, relying on Levi and his two hands to eventually get a blanket over them.
He smiles at that nose kiss. "What, do I need to brush again?"
Hmm yes, good, he's definitely looking with approval as Erwin leaves his top half completely bare. Once he's tugged the sheet up enough, he'll shamelessly press his face into his perfect chest for a few moments before shimmying his way upward for easy kiss access.
And - well, he had just been appreciating your nose, sir, but at the little quip, Erwin gets a faint little quirk of his lips, almost like a smirk.
But fond.
"Sorry," Levi drawls a little, crooking a finger under Erwin's chin to tilt it up a little more. "Missed."
And yes, he gets a warm, happy, lingering kiss pressed to his lips.
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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.
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Erwin is not subtle in the slightest about how this is affecting him. Every touch, every movement that he likes, he makes it clear how it gets to him. It might not be the best dataset, since he likes everything, but it's something.
It's one of the swirling motions around the head of his cock that does him in. Erwin squeezes the back of Levi's neck, his breath stuttering out in rapid little bursts, and pulls his hips back to get himself out of Levi's mouth and hopefully out of the way. Then there's no stopping things, and Erwin leans against the shower wall, shuddering through his orgasm.
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It seems they'll now have more activities to add to that small repertoire.
It is warning enough so that he doesn't end up with a mouthful of cum, but a spurt of it does land on his cheek, and more on his throat before Levi manages to direct Erwin's cock in a more benign direction, working him through the rest of it with his hand. It should outright disgust him, but instead there's a funny feeling that shudders through his nerves, making his shoulders twitch and his breath stutter.
Levi looks up from his place still on the shower floor, black hair wet and slicked to his skin, lips pink and plump from his work, eyes dark, staring. The splatter feels thick and sticky on his skin. The line of Erwin's body looming above, water tracing muscles and shifting with heavy breaths. Familiar scars crisscross his body, interrupting smooth planes, but Levi can't recall a time when he thought him anything but fucking gorgeous.
He licks his lips, the taste of Erwin still there. His brain stumbles a little, as he opens his mouth to make some comment about how he doesn't have to guess if Erwin liked what he got, but what comes out instead is:
"You're fucking beautiful."
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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.
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There's such tenderness in that touch...Levi appreciates the gentle cleaning of his face (which he'll have to wash more thoroughly again), easily leaning his cheek into Erwin's large palm as he just gazes up at him softly, a hundred different things in his eyes, but every one of them something of love and admiration. He knows Erwin doesn't see how gorgeous he is, which seems insane (even though Levi doesn't seem to think much of himself, either). But that just means it's up to him to show him...tell him.
He takes the offered hand, carefully shifting to his feet on the slick floor. Ironically, his first thought is to pull him in for a kiss - but his mouth is filthy now, so that can't happen until he's rinsed and cleaned it thoroughly. So Levi instead just runs his hands up Erwin's chest like he's memorizing every inch of him (again, again), sliding until they're on his shoulders and he can pull them both in to just briefly touch their foreheads together.
"Have to finish cleaning up," he mutters, just above the spray. "And then I want to kiss you until I can't breathe."
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"Or we could kiss right now." He lets the offer float out there, suspended between them, before lowering his head and using his nose to gently turn Levi's face upwards. He'd use his hand, but that would involve letting go from where he has it around Levi's waist, and he's not willing to make that sacrifice. "We've got plenty of toothpaste and mouthwash for afterwards."
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But the water is already starting to wrinkle his fingertips, and he's fully aware of the splotch of jizz still lingering on his skin, too.
"No," he mutters, nosing back. "Won't enjoy it because 'll be too busy thinking about having dick-mouth."
He leans back, releasing Erwin so he can save is back from stooping at an awkward angle, but cups one hand (his clean one) against his husband's cheek, tracing lips with his thumb.
" 'sides...starting to shrivel up like a prune. Can't stay much longer in here anyway. So work fast 'n you'll be sticking your tongue in my mouth in no time."
Scrub down, Erwin!! Levi makes quick work of himself, rinsing out his mouth briefly under the spray and spitting into the drain before taking one more pass with soap and cloth over his body. He'll offer to do Erwin, too, if he wants (just for fun, y'know). Either way, once he gets out and towel dries enough, he'll rinse his mouth with water again, then with mouthwash, and then scrub with the toothbrush twice. And do another full rinse cycle again before he seems satisfied.
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"All right, but for the record, if you ever decide you want to kiss with dick-mouth, that is completely fine with me."
But okay, okay! Getting prune-y and no more fooling around happening in the shower tonight, so Erwin is now all business. He turns his back to Levi to get a last quick wipe-down--he can do it on his own, but it's faster to have someone with two hands manage it--then finishes cleaning up. He takes his time drying off, giving Levi some privacy at the sink. Once it looks like Levi has rinsed the dick out of his mouth, Erwin pads up beside him, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and reaches for the mouthwash.
"This way we'll both be nice and fresh." He does a quick swish, then heads to the bedroom. "Come get into pajamas and hang out in the bed with me?"
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"I won't."
So as Erwin finishes swishing out his mouth some minutes later, Levi trails after him, appreciating the line of his broad shoulders, the expanse of his back down to his waist and clean, fresh skin. Each of Erwin's scars are well familiar to him, the landscape of survival. It's all beautiful, to him.
He pulls on fresh sleeping clothes - which mostly amounts to underwear and a shirt filched from Erwin that hangs almost like a very short dress, stopping at the top of his thighs, and eventually clambers into the bed, tugging Erwin in close that puts him within easy reach for kissing.
And Levi does lean in for a kiss immediately, planting it right on the bridge of his perfectly chiseled nose.
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With both of them fresh and clean, Erwin gets into his own sleeping clothes. He goes the opposite direction of Levi and pulls on a pair of baggy, well-worn pajama pants and nothing else. Once he's in bed, he rolls onto his right side so he can reach out and cuddle Levi properly, relying on Levi and his two hands to eventually get a blanket over them.
He smiles at that nose kiss. "What, do I need to brush again?"
C'mere, you. Give him a smooch on the lips.
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And - well, he had just been appreciating your nose, sir, but at the little quip, Erwin gets a faint little quirk of his lips, almost like a smirk.
But fond.
"Sorry," Levi drawls a little, crooking a finger under Erwin's chin to tilt it up a little more. "Missed."
And yes, he gets a warm, happy, lingering kiss pressed to his lips.