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?"
Erwin waits for Levi to come back to himself, watching him with a lazy, satisfied expression. Seeing the slow come-down, the way Levi gradually relaxes and unspools, is almost as enticing as the actual act they've just performed. It's especially good because Levi so rarely lets himself relax, lets himself be undone. The fact that he trusts Erwin enough to let him get so close is turn-on enough on its own.
"No, there's no one here but us." For the first time, Erwin pays attention to his own groin, which is wound tight as a spring and aching. Yes, he enjoyed that just as much as Levi, but without the release at the end. His cock is tenting the front of his pants, and throbbing along with his heartbeat.
He leans his head into Levi's hand, closing his eyes and smiling for a moment. "I may ask you for a literal hand in a few moments."
Even more pleased with his dumb joke, Erwin gently pushes back and stands up. The motion makes the tent in his pants obvious, but he ignores it, instead turning and heading towards the bathroom. "But right now, I'm going to go brush my teeth."
He's not bothered by the taste or gluey feeling in his mouth at all; in fact, Erwin rather likes it. He knows, however, that he's not getting any kisses or cuddles from Levi until he cleans things up, so it's off to the bathroom for a quick brush and gargle.
For that moment, they share a softness that had rarely been afforded before, though they can better borrow against it now. Neither of them are good at slowing down, relaxing - always having to be in motion, chasing after something. But this little moment, with Erwin's cheek in his palm and nothing weighing them down, Levi burns into his heart.
Well, if a little cocksucking is all it takes, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do it again.
Especially because he gets an eyeful of that very obvious bulge, and that sends a fresh tingling into his spine. He'd been joking, about Erwin enjoying it so much. Apparently he hadn't been that far off the mark. Well. He'll have to do something about that.
But what really has his heart stuttering to a halt is the man taking himself immediately off to the bathroom to wash, without Levi even having to say anything. There's no even joking attempt to kiss him, or even touch him, just a clear understanding and anticipation of his asks. He shouldn't be surprised - Erwin has always been happy to accommodate his preferences, as fussy and neurotic as they could be, but...it's still...incredible, to not even have to prompt or remind him.
His heart pounds a little harder in his chest as he stares after that golden head, naked on the bed, suddenly alone. It's now that everything starts to catch up with him - sweat on his skin, his cock softening and still slick from Erwin's mouth. There's a film on him that he needs to get off, a feeling that won't go away until he scrubs at his skin. But there's no point in doing that until Erwin gets taken care of.
So Levi slides to his feet, padding softly across the room to the bathroom, and leans lazily in the door frame as his husband finishes cleaning his mouth. Maybe it's fucking weird, because he's a fucking weirdo, but that alone somehow seems to be also rekindling his interest. As soon as Erwin finishes, Levi pushes into his space, cupping one hand at the back of his neck and one hand to the front of his pants, over his erection, rubbing generously.
"Gonna make me so fucking hot all over again, doing that." Brushing his teeth? Maybe. "Now kiss me."
And in case he doesn't get the memo, Levi will drag him in to press their lips together, squeezing at the shape of him through his pants.
Erwin has a mouthful of toothpaste bubbles--which is one of the early things they discovered here, and immediately adopted, toothpaste and mouthwash--when he hears Levi pad to the bathroom door. He glances over at him and nods, but doesn't try speaking, lest he sprays toothpaste globs everywhere. They've just shared a very pleasant experience, and he doesn't want to ruin it by making a mess in the bathroom.
Erwin turns towards Levi when he comes in, expecting a hug or cuddle, and then they can go back to the bed and spoon for awhile, until Erwin calms down. Levi, it appears, has other plans, and Erwin is both surprised and delighted when Levi starts stroking him through his pants.
"What, brushing my teeth?" If that's what got Levi going again, okay! Erwin doesn't really get it, but he's happy to comply. He lets Levi drag him down for a kiss, which will be minty-fresh and clean, and Erwin wraps his arms around him, trailing his fingers up and down Levi's spine. He moans softly against Levi's lips as he's stroked, canting his hips forward and pressing himself into Levi's hand.
If Levi keeps that up, Erwin won't last long at all.
Maybe he should make Erwin rinse his mouth before they kiss more often. The lingering taste of it isn't unpleasant - far better than what it might otherwise have been if he hadn't, so that alone makes him happy. But it's very clear Levi definitely has other plans, arching into the touches along his spine. He's not interested again for his own sake...yet...but it's possible his body could be persuaded again, in short order.
Really, his goal is pretty simple.
He teases Erwin with another rub or two before his hands start pulling at his clothes, belt and closures of his pants, tugging the hem of his shirt upwards to press his palms to warm skin. It's clear that his objective is to get Erwin just as naked as he is, longing suddenly to just be skin to skin with him. Perhaps having his cock sucked flipped some kind of switch in his brain, or maybe whatever is tripping his desire from earlier just hasn't left him. Whatever it is, he's stripping Erwin's clothes away, kissing him, scraping nails over skin. As tempting as it is to just jerk him off right here, there's a perfectly good shower nearby.
Levi allows himself a few minutes of feeling up Erwin's chest, leaving a few hot kisses to his skin before forcing himself away long enough to flip on the water, letting it run to hot. Stepping in carefully, he looks back at his husband, expectant.
Once Erwin figures out what Levi wants, he helps as much as he can, dealing with buttons and belt buckles as quickly as possible. It's always a little difficult to strip down when he's bent forward to kiss his husband, but he can make it work.
When Levi pulls away to step into the shower, Erwin sees where things are going. He finishes with his few remaining scraps of clothing, and then starts fumbling with the straps across his chest that hold his arm in place.
"As quick as I can." He's had some practice by now at getting his arm on and off in a hurry, and can manage the buckles with one hand. The arm disengages from his stump with a soft hiss and a crackle of electricity, and Erwin lays it carefully on the bathroom counter. He rolls his shoulders, taking that second to adjust to his changed center of gravity, then steps into the shower with Levi. The water sluices off him, and Erwin arranges himself so he's not blocking all the water stream.
He's down to one hand now, but it's enough to put it on the small of Levi's back and pull him in close for another kiss.
The sensuality of that hand at his back is precisely what he wants. Levi lets Erwin guide him close, hands sliding greedily up his chest before curling one hand at the back of his neck. There's a warmth in his eyes and even a small smile faintly on his lips as he raises himself up a little on tiptoes to meet Erwin with the kiss. A little precarious, perhaps, but he's not at all worried about slipping.
Not especially as he's pressing himself up against his husband, trapping Erwin's erection firmly between their bodies. The feeling of him, hot and stiff and large sends a shiver pleasurably down his spine, and Levi half hums, half growls his approval into the kiss. He's slow and exploratory with it, tracing Erwin's lips and mouth with his tongue. It may have taken a little coaxing to finally warm up to something more than just a press of lips, and even then, he doesn't always appreciate swapping spit (which he definitely can't think about too hard). But if he's in the right mood, Levi very much enjoys kissing.
Now, he most definitely is in the mood - Erwin's freshly cleaned mouth helps. Levi perhaps gets a little distracted with it, but without much to help even their positions, he relents and lets Erwin save his back, sliding back down to his heels. One hand slides downward too, the other splayed against his chest, and Levi looks up at him through damp lashes as he wraps his fingers around Erwin's length. He gives him a few slow strokes, tracing over the head lightly with his thumb.
"Think you enjoyed that almost as much as I did...look at you. So fucking huge and you've barely been touched."
Erwin is definitely noticing Levi's increased interest in kissing. He is taking this information and storing it away, carefully filing it with all the other things he can do that make intimacy easier and more enjoyable for Levi. Cleaning his mouth beforehand is a very small and easy price to pay, and he'll be taking the initiative on his own more often now.
When Levi goes back down on his heels, Erwin straightens up, his spine crackling as he does. He holds still as Levi slips his hand between them, and sighs when it wraps around his length. He is not going to last long today, not after all that build-up.
"I do like doing that." Obvious, perhaps, considering what Levi has in his hand, but Erwin says it anyway. "It's, ah... just as good as having it done to me. Maybe better."
It's an easy out for Levi; Erwin can't imagine he'd enjoy sucking cock himself, but that's fine. Erwin gets as much out of giving as receiving. That's true for a lot of things in the bedroom, not just oral.
He wonders how Levi would feel about ordering him around sometime.
Regardless, now is not the time to have that discussion, not when Levi's hand is giving him sweet, beautiful friction over his length. Erwin closes his eyes and leans into it, his hand moving to between Levi's shoulders to press him in against his chest.
He does enjoy a good makeout session if Erwin reads him particularly romantic poetry (which, admittedly, is probably often, and now might be even more likely to lead to sex, let's be honest). Maybe some people might find it weird, but there is something nice about delving into a freshly cleaned mouth. Oh well.
The sound of Erwin's back cracking makes Levi stare at him in alarm for a brief second.
"Oi...you need to get more exercise from now on." Seriously sir, what the hell? "Should make you start training again."
Seems like a good chance he'd be happy to boss Erwin around in the bedroom.
But it's nice to be pulled in again, settling himself at Erwin's left to feel his arm around him to have unimpeded access to stroke his cock. Levi hums a little at the suggestion, somewhat noncommittal, but as he palms his husband's thick length, water running over them both, he seems to think about it for a bit.
"...maybe," he says, giving Erwin the barest squeeze, letting the head push through the space between his thumb and forefinger. "If we do it in here."
Their next date night is going to involve Erwin taking a long bath and then brushing his teeth before busting out his newest, horniest poems.
"Yes, probably." Erwin isn't as cut and muscular as he used to be, that's true. He hasn't gotten too much heavier, but there's definitely more padding around his midsection than there used to be, and his muscles aren't as heavy and defined. The back cracking is just from bending over, though! It doesn't actually hurt! But if Levi wants to boss him around and get him out training again, Erwin won't complain. They'll have to spend some time tinkering with (and getting) his gear first, though.
Erwin's eyes go wide at Levi's offer. He did not expect things to go this way today, but he certainly isn't saying no. He was more implying that if Levi ever finds himself wanting another blowjob, he doesn't need to dance around the issue or wait until Erwin is in the right mood. He's always in the mood to suck some dick, especially if the dick in question is attached to Levi.
"Pretty close." Erwin's breath has picked up a little, his pulse pounding in his chest. "It's not going to take much."
Well frankly that sounds like a good way to get him to do anything you want, sir.
Erwin might be a bit softer than before, but Levi definitely isn't complaining about that. No matter what, he'll still be the same man underneath; have the same eyes and the same voice and same mind and same heart, even if all the rest goes. But still - no point in allowing him to lose so much reasonable mobility before he's forty. At the very least, Erwin could join him for warm-ups and some pair stretching.
Levi wouldn't say no to another blow job sometime (at least not on principle), but he doesn't even register that he's misinterpreted the offer. Of course, he has no illusions that he's going to manage anything nearly as good as what Erwin did for him - his mouth just isn't big enough, for one, and he'd never even imagined ever wanting to put his mouth on anyone's anything before today.
But it just...seems like something he wants to try, now. At the very least, if he somehow can't manage to make it work even in the shower, then he'll know he gave it his best shot at reciprocating.
"Okay," he says, giving his husband a few more lazy strokes, but nothing too stimulating. "Okay. Just try to give me some warning before you shoot your load." He might be willing to experiment a bit now, but ending up with a mouthful of spunk still doesn't seem all that appealing. They've fooled around enough that Levi is fairly certain he knows Erwin's tells for orgasm...but he's not had to watch for them from so far down before.
And down he goes - getting carefully to his knees on the hard floor of the shower, steadying himself against Erwin's hips. The difference in their sizes is a bit ridiculous sometimes, and he has to wrap a hand around Erwin's heavy cock to keep it at a better angle for his mouth. Levi fists him a few more times. Perhaps for a few moments it seems as though he's having second thoughts, but then he finally sets his lips to hot flesh, mouthing lightly along the shaft as he meanders up towards the head with experimental licks and kisses. Things might be slower than what Erwin wants or needs at the moment, but Levi just carefully takes his time, until finally he leads the head breach inside his mouth. Erwin is soft and a little salty on his tongue, and even just this much seems to fill him so completely.
Eyes gray like stormclouds roll upward to look at his husband, looking for reassurance that he at least isn't completely failing in this attempt already.
Duly noted. Erwin promises to only use this power for good.
"Of course." Erwin watches, half in disbelief, as Levi kneels down in front of him. The change in their position has the shower spraying water in all the wrong directions, and while Levi gets himself settled, Erwin reaches up and adjusts the shower head. He ends up aiming it towards the wall at just the right angle, so a faint patter of water hits his chest before sluicing down and a gentle cascade of warm mist envelops them.
Then his hand falls to Levi's head, Erwin's fingers gently twining through Levi's hair as he cups the back of his head. There's no pressure from Erwin's hand, no urging Levi to hurry up; he simply holds him, touching the only part of Levi he can reach from this position, his hand a light presence against Levi's skin. The feel of Levi's hair is a distraction, and one Erwin needs, because those shy, testing touches to his cock are far better than a more experienced mouth. He's biased, of course, and can admit that, but there's still something tremendously exciting about watching the way Levi slowly figures out what he's doing.
When Levi looks up, Erwin's pupils are blown wide, almost drugged, and he has a look of pure, unfiltered affection and love writ all over his features. He doesn't even try to change his expression into something more in control, more suave and less needy; he simply smiles downward, and shifts his hand to stroke his thumb along Levi's cheekbone.
"Very close, my love." Erwin's hand moves to the back of Levi's neck, resting there. "I'll squeeze here when it's time to get out of the way."
"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."
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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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"No, there's no one here but us." For the first time, Erwin pays attention to his own groin, which is wound tight as a spring and aching. Yes, he enjoyed that just as much as Levi, but without the release at the end. His cock is tenting the front of his pants, and throbbing along with his heartbeat.
He leans his head into Levi's hand, closing his eyes and smiling for a moment. "I may ask you for a literal hand in a few moments."
Even more pleased with his dumb joke, Erwin gently pushes back and stands up. The motion makes the tent in his pants obvious, but he ignores it, instead turning and heading towards the bathroom. "But right now, I'm going to go brush my teeth."
He's not bothered by the taste or gluey feeling in his mouth at all; in fact, Erwin rather likes it. He knows, however, that he's not getting any kisses or cuddles from Levi until he cleans things up, so it's off to the bathroom for a quick brush and gargle.
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Well, if a little cocksucking is all it takes, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do it again.
Especially because he gets an eyeful of that very obvious bulge, and that sends a fresh tingling into his spine. He'd been joking, about Erwin enjoying it so much. Apparently he hadn't been that far off the mark. Well. He'll have to do something about that.
But what really has his heart stuttering to a halt is the man taking himself immediately off to the bathroom to wash, without Levi even having to say anything. There's no even joking attempt to kiss him, or even touch him, just a clear understanding and anticipation of his asks. He shouldn't be surprised - Erwin has always been happy to accommodate his preferences, as fussy and neurotic as they could be, but...it's still...incredible, to not even have to prompt or remind him.
His heart pounds a little harder in his chest as he stares after that golden head, naked on the bed, suddenly alone. It's now that everything starts to catch up with him - sweat on his skin, his cock softening and still slick from Erwin's mouth. There's a film on him that he needs to get off, a feeling that won't go away until he scrubs at his skin. But there's no point in doing that until Erwin gets taken care of.
So Levi slides to his feet, padding softly across the room to the bathroom, and leans lazily in the door frame as his husband finishes cleaning his mouth. Maybe it's fucking weird, because he's a fucking weirdo, but that alone somehow seems to be also rekindling his interest. As soon as Erwin finishes, Levi pushes into his space, cupping one hand at the back of his neck and one hand to the front of his pants, over his erection, rubbing generously.
"Gonna make me so fucking hot all over again, doing that." Brushing his teeth? Maybe. "Now kiss me."
And in case he doesn't get the memo, Levi will drag him in to press their lips together, squeezing at the shape of him through his pants.
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Erwin turns towards Levi when he comes in, expecting a hug or cuddle, and then they can go back to the bed and spoon for awhile, until Erwin calms down. Levi, it appears, has other plans, and Erwin is both surprised and delighted when Levi starts stroking him through his pants.
"What, brushing my teeth?" If that's what got Levi going again, okay! Erwin doesn't really get it, but he's happy to comply. He lets Levi drag him down for a kiss, which will be minty-fresh and clean, and Erwin wraps his arms around him, trailing his fingers up and down Levi's spine. He moans softly against Levi's lips as he's stroked, canting his hips forward and pressing himself into Levi's hand.
If Levi keeps that up, Erwin won't last long at all.
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Really, his goal is pretty simple.
He teases Erwin with another rub or two before his hands start pulling at his clothes, belt and closures of his pants, tugging the hem of his shirt upwards to press his palms to warm skin. It's clear that his objective is to get Erwin just as naked as he is, longing suddenly to just be skin to skin with him. Perhaps having his cock sucked flipped some kind of switch in his brain, or maybe whatever is tripping his desire from earlier just hasn't left him. Whatever it is, he's stripping Erwin's clothes away, kissing him, scraping nails over skin. As tempting as it is to just jerk him off right here, there's a perfectly good shower nearby.
Levi allows himself a few minutes of feeling up Erwin's chest, leaving a few hot kisses to his skin before forcing himself away long enough to flip on the water, letting it run to hot. Stepping in carefully, he looks back at his husband, expectant.
"Coming?"
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When Levi pulls away to step into the shower, Erwin sees where things are going. He finishes with his few remaining scraps of clothing, and then starts fumbling with the straps across his chest that hold his arm in place.
"As quick as I can." He's had some practice by now at getting his arm on and off in a hurry, and can manage the buckles with one hand. The arm disengages from his stump with a soft hiss and a crackle of electricity, and Erwin lays it carefully on the bathroom counter. He rolls his shoulders, taking that second to adjust to his changed center of gravity, then steps into the shower with Levi. The water sluices off him, and Erwin arranges himself so he's not blocking all the water stream.
He's down to one hand now, but it's enough to put it on the small of Levi's back and pull him in close for another kiss.
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Not especially as he's pressing himself up against his husband, trapping Erwin's erection firmly between their bodies. The feeling of him, hot and stiff and large sends a shiver pleasurably down his spine, and Levi half hums, half growls his approval into the kiss. He's slow and exploratory with it, tracing Erwin's lips and mouth with his tongue. It may have taken a little coaxing to finally warm up to something more than just a press of lips, and even then, he doesn't always appreciate swapping spit (which he definitely can't think about too hard). But if he's in the right mood, Levi very much enjoys kissing.
Now, he most definitely is in the mood - Erwin's freshly cleaned mouth helps. Levi perhaps gets a little distracted with it, but without much to help even their positions, he relents and lets Erwin save his back, sliding back down to his heels. One hand slides downward too, the other splayed against his chest, and Levi looks up at him through damp lashes as he wraps his fingers around Erwin's length. He gives him a few slow strokes, tracing over the head lightly with his thumb.
"Think you enjoyed that almost as much as I did...look at you. So fucking huge and you've barely been touched."
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When Levi goes back down on his heels, Erwin straightens up, his spine crackling as he does. He holds still as Levi slips his hand between them, and sighs when it wraps around his length. He is not going to last long today, not after all that build-up.
"I do like doing that." Obvious, perhaps, considering what Levi has in his hand, but Erwin says it anyway. "It's, ah... just as good as having it done to me. Maybe better."
It's an easy out for Levi; Erwin can't imagine he'd enjoy sucking cock himself, but that's fine. Erwin gets as much out of giving as receiving. That's true for a lot of things in the bedroom, not just oral.
He wonders how Levi would feel about ordering him around sometime.
Regardless, now is not the time to have that discussion, not when Levi's hand is giving him sweet, beautiful friction over his length. Erwin closes his eyes and leans into it, his hand moving to between Levi's shoulders to press him in against his chest.
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The sound of Erwin's back cracking makes Levi stare at him in alarm for a brief second.
"Oi...you need to get more exercise from now on." Seriously sir, what the hell? "Should make you start training again."
Seems like a good chance he'd be happy to boss Erwin around in the bedroom.
But it's nice to be pulled in again, settling himself at Erwin's left to feel his arm around him to have unimpeded access to stroke his cock. Levi hums a little at the suggestion, somewhat noncommittal, but as he palms his husband's thick length, water running over them both, he seems to think about it for a bit.
"...maybe," he says, giving Erwin the barest squeeze, letting the head push through the space between his thumb and forefinger. "If we do it in here."
They could even try it right now...
Gray eyes angle upward, hand pausing.
"How close are you?"
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"Yes, probably." Erwin isn't as cut and muscular as he used to be, that's true. He hasn't gotten too much heavier, but there's definitely more padding around his midsection than there used to be, and his muscles aren't as heavy and defined. The back cracking is just from bending over, though! It doesn't actually hurt! But if Levi wants to boss him around and get him out training again, Erwin won't complain. They'll have to spend some time tinkering with (and getting) his gear first, though.
Erwin's eyes go wide at Levi's offer. He did not expect things to go this way today, but he certainly isn't saying no. He was more implying that if Levi ever finds himself wanting another blowjob, he doesn't need to dance around the issue or wait until Erwin is in the right mood. He's always in the mood to suck some dick, especially if the dick in question is attached to Levi.
"Pretty close." Erwin's breath has picked up a little, his pulse pounding in his chest. "It's not going to take much."
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Erwin might be a bit softer than before, but Levi definitely isn't complaining about that. No matter what, he'll still be the same man underneath; have the same eyes and the same voice and same mind and same heart, even if all the rest goes. But still - no point in allowing him to lose so much reasonable mobility before he's forty. At the very least, Erwin could join him for warm-ups and some pair stretching.
Levi wouldn't say no to another blow job sometime (at least not on principle), but he doesn't even register that he's misinterpreted the offer. Of course, he has no illusions that he's going to manage anything nearly as good as what Erwin did for him - his mouth just isn't big enough, for one, and he'd never even imagined ever wanting to put his mouth on anyone's anything before today.
But it just...seems like something he wants to try, now. At the very least, if he somehow can't manage to make it work even in the shower, then he'll know he gave it his best shot at reciprocating.
"Okay," he says, giving his husband a few more lazy strokes, but nothing too stimulating. "Okay. Just try to give me some warning before you shoot your load." He might be willing to experiment a bit now, but ending up with a mouthful of spunk still doesn't seem all that appealing. They've fooled around enough that Levi is fairly certain he knows Erwin's tells for orgasm...but he's not had to watch for them from so far down before.
And down he goes - getting carefully to his knees on the hard floor of the shower, steadying himself against Erwin's hips. The difference in their sizes is a bit ridiculous sometimes, and he has to wrap a hand around Erwin's heavy cock to keep it at a better angle for his mouth. Levi fists him a few more times. Perhaps for a few moments it seems as though he's having second thoughts, but then he finally sets his lips to hot flesh, mouthing lightly along the shaft as he meanders up towards the head with experimental licks and kisses. Things might be slower than what Erwin wants or needs at the moment, but Levi just carefully takes his time, until finally he leads the head breach inside his mouth. Erwin is soft and a little salty on his tongue, and even just this much seems to fill him so completely.
Eyes gray like stormclouds roll upward to look at his husband, looking for reassurance that he at least isn't completely failing in this attempt already.
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"Of course." Erwin watches, half in disbelief, as Levi kneels down in front of him. The change in their position has the shower spraying water in all the wrong directions, and while Levi gets himself settled, Erwin reaches up and adjusts the shower head. He ends up aiming it towards the wall at just the right angle, so a faint patter of water hits his chest before sluicing down and a gentle cascade of warm mist envelops them.
Then his hand falls to Levi's head, Erwin's fingers gently twining through Levi's hair as he cups the back of his head. There's no pressure from Erwin's hand, no urging Levi to hurry up; he simply holds him, touching the only part of Levi he can reach from this position, his hand a light presence against Levi's skin. The feel of Levi's hair is a distraction, and one Erwin needs, because those shy, testing touches to his cock are far better than a more experienced mouth. He's biased, of course, and can admit that, but there's still something tremendously exciting about watching the way Levi slowly figures out what he's doing.
When Levi looks up, Erwin's pupils are blown wide, almost drugged, and he has a look of pure, unfiltered affection and love writ all over his features. He doesn't even try to change his expression into something more in control, more suave and less needy; he simply smiles downward, and shifts his hand to stroke his thumb along Levi's cheekbone.
"Very close, my love." Erwin's hand moves to the back of Levi's neck, resting there. "I'll squeeze here when it's time to get out of the way."
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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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