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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"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.