Erwin has a pretty good idea what's waiting for him when he gets home.
He got an inkling when he went to wake up Levi this morning and got a pillow thrown at his head. Levi hadn't thrown it hard, but the message was extremely clear: go away, leave me alone, today is NOT the day. Which, fair enough; Erwin knows how badly Levi's insomnia plagues him, and sometimes he just needs a day or even six hours to catch up and get his sleep debt worn down.
He doesn't think this is insomnia, though. There had been a certain tang to the air in the bedroom, a spicy, delectable aroma that is usually absent. Erwin knows Levi's scent very well: extremely clean, almost an absence of overt scent, but with hints of clean laundry dried in the sun, marshmallows burnt over a campfire, and the icy runoff of melting snow in the spring. It's a bizarre combination, but it is uniquely Levi, and Erwin loves it. It's when Levi's scent picks up spicier undertones, like cloves and black tea leaves, that Erwin knows something is going on.
He said nothing about it, however. He simply put the pillow back on the bed, turned off the light, and left Levi to himself. When the smell of cooking breakfast didn't lure Levi out of the bedroom, Erwin ate alone, and put Levi's breakfast in the refrigerator to be heated later. He also left out Levi's tea things, and made sure the kettle was full, before heading off to work.
The day passed in a bit of a haze; Erwin was distracted, not on his best form, thinking about what might be waiting for him at home. His own scent was more powerful than usual, wafting through the university hallways and dominating the classrooms where Erwin taught, leaving his students quiet and starry-eyed. During lunch, Erwin checked Rate My Professor, and was pleased to note that his chilli pepper ranking had increased by one pepper, up to the full five possible.
He cut his last class short, leaving any questions to his hapless and long-suffering TA, and hurried home. He only made one stop, picking up some of the extremely fancy, stupidly expensive soap that Levi loves but refuses to buy for himself, calling it "a waste of money, Erwin, what's it made out of, angel shit?". Then it's to the house, quietly letting himself in.
Truly, his husband knows how to take care of him. The mornings always start out the same way when his heat comes around, with a fucking pounding headache like the worst goddamned hangover and his skin over-sensitive, groin aching. At first, he's never in the mood to be touched or even spoken to, hence the snarl and a chucked pillow, but it takes another hour or two before the headache starts to wane and his stomach begins to complain.
First, though, is a shower to take the edge off.
By the time Erwin comes home, the bedroom is already neatly prepared - a veritable lasagna of sheets and large, oversized towels makes it both extra plush and easier for later cleanup; pillows have been double-cased over a waterproof liner; there's a pump bottle each of lotion and lubricant, a container of wet wipes and stack of clean towels, with a laundry basket and trash can within easy reach. A basket of dildos and vibrators and a selection of other toys (eggs? anal beads? cock rings? nipple clamps? shibari cord? probably all of the above) also has a spot nearby, with an accompanying discard bin to separate used from unused.
Judging by the scent still lingering in the apartment, some of those have already been used more than once today. Whenever it lands on a day that Erwin is out of the house, Levi usually has to get himself off at least twelve times just to keep himself from going completely mad by the time his husband fucking finally gets home. His scent is apparently especially pungent this time; there's been at least four different knocks on the door, all from different Alphas sniffing around and not quite able to keep it in their fucking pants not to at least try to "help." Luckily, he was able to scare them all away.
Still, his need won't be satisfied until Erwin fucks him, until their bond is reaffirmed with their mating. Levi could shove the largest dildo they own into his cunt, spill his own sterile seed as many times as he wants, but it won't make any difference. The arousal always comes back, and the intervals in between orgasm and recover gets shorter the longer the day goes on.
So when Erwin finally walks in the door (earlier than usual, but still not fucking early enough), Levi appears immediately from the bedroom, skin flushed and dark hair slightly damp from an earlier shower - his third of the day. Even with so many washings, it's not enough to keep down his radiating scent. All he's wearing is a pair of loose shorts, low slung on his waist and already with a small tent in the fabric. His gray eyes are dilated wide, heated and intense. He can practically taste Erwin on his tongue, sharp citrus and applewood smoke, aged paper in a leather bound book. It flushes fresh arousal through his veins, makes his sex throb, and he might just really go fucking insane if he can't at least touch skin to skin in the next ten seconds.
Without even so much as a 'welcome home,' Levi's hands are already pulling at his husband's clothing, drawing him in for a demanding kiss, biting at his lips.
"I swear to fuck," he growls, fingers impatiently but expertly working at the knot of Erwin's tie, "next time you're taking the day off."
For all the moaning and complaining Levi does about Erwin leaving him alone during the early stages of his heats, Erwin knows from experience that it's the best thing for both of them. He tried lingering, once, and got plenty of snarling and more thrown pillows for his troubles. It turns out that the idea of having Erwin around and actually having Erwin around in those first few hours are two different things, and it's better for him to go to work and leave Levi in peace to make his nest and get everything ready. Erwin doesn't know how to help with that, and while he's willing to learn, it's hard for him to learn on the fly, while being accused of such crimes as lingering, looming, and stinking up the place.
So yes, it's better that he go to work and come home to a prepared and ready Levi.
Erwin lets himself be drawn in, kicking the door shut behind him because his hands are immediately on Levi, stretching broad over the small of his back and pulling him in. There's no need to lock the door; Erwin's scent is starting to crank up, not quite billowing yet but getting there, and it would be an extremely foolish alpha that would try and approach the apartment now. His scent responds to Levi's, matching its intensity, and before much longer, the entire hallway is going to smell like both of them.
"Of course, Levi." Erwin knows it won't come to that, but it's better to agree. Right now, Levi could convince him to agree to just about anything; the smell of him is filling Erwin's sinuses, blotting out everything else, and Erwin pulls away from the kiss to bury his face in the spot where Levi's neck meets his shoulder and breathe deep.
"Aaaahhh..." Erwin's exhale comes out in a soft moan, and he bends low to hook Levi behind his thighs and lift him into the air. "You smell so good."
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He got an inkling when he went to wake up Levi this morning and got a pillow thrown at his head. Levi hadn't thrown it hard, but the message was extremely clear: go away, leave me alone, today is NOT the day. Which, fair enough; Erwin knows how badly Levi's insomnia plagues him, and sometimes he just needs a day or even six hours to catch up and get his sleep debt worn down.
He doesn't think this is insomnia, though. There had been a certain tang to the air in the bedroom, a spicy, delectable aroma that is usually absent. Erwin knows Levi's scent very well: extremely clean, almost an absence of overt scent, but with hints of clean laundry dried in the sun, marshmallows burnt over a campfire, and the icy runoff of melting snow in the spring. It's a bizarre combination, but it is uniquely Levi, and Erwin loves it. It's when Levi's scent picks up spicier undertones, like cloves and black tea leaves, that Erwin knows something is going on.
He said nothing about it, however. He simply put the pillow back on the bed, turned off the light, and left Levi to himself. When the smell of cooking breakfast didn't lure Levi out of the bedroom, Erwin ate alone, and put Levi's breakfast in the refrigerator to be heated later. He also left out Levi's tea things, and made sure the kettle was full, before heading off to work.
The day passed in a bit of a haze; Erwin was distracted, not on his best form, thinking about what might be waiting for him at home. His own scent was more powerful than usual, wafting through the university hallways and dominating the classrooms where Erwin taught, leaving his students quiet and starry-eyed. During lunch, Erwin checked Rate My Professor, and was pleased to note that his chilli pepper ranking had increased by one pepper, up to the full five possible.
He cut his last class short, leaving any questions to his hapless and long-suffering TA, and hurried home. He only made one stop, picking up some of the extremely fancy, stupidly expensive soap that Levi loves but refuses to buy for himself, calling it "a waste of money, Erwin, what's it made out of, angel shit?". Then it's to the house, quietly letting himself in.
"Levi? I'm home."
last warning ABO filth ahead
First, though, is a shower to take the edge off.
By the time Erwin comes home, the bedroom is already neatly prepared - a veritable lasagna of sheets and large, oversized towels makes it both extra plush and easier for later cleanup; pillows have been double-cased over a waterproof liner; there's a pump bottle each of lotion and lubricant, a container of wet wipes and stack of clean towels, with a laundry basket and trash can within easy reach. A basket of dildos and vibrators and a selection of other toys (eggs? anal beads? cock rings? nipple clamps?
shibari cord? probably all of the above) also has a spot nearby, with an accompanying discard bin to separate used from unused.
Judging by the scent still lingering in the apartment, some of those have already been used more than once today. Whenever it lands on a day that Erwin is out of the house, Levi usually has to get himself off at least twelve times just to keep himself from going completely mad by the time his husband fucking finally gets home. His scent is apparently especially pungent this time; there's been at least four different knocks on the door, all from different Alphas sniffing around and not quite able to keep it in their fucking pants not to at least try to "help." Luckily, he was able to scare them all away.
Still, his need won't be satisfied until Erwin fucks him, until their bond is reaffirmed with their mating. Levi could shove the largest dildo they own into his cunt, spill his own sterile seed as many times as he wants, but it won't make any difference. The arousal always comes back, and the intervals in between orgasm and recover gets shorter the longer the day goes on.
So when Erwin finally walks in the door (earlier than usual, but still not fucking early enough), Levi appears immediately from the bedroom, skin flushed and dark hair slightly damp from an earlier shower - his third of the day. Even with so many washings, it's not enough to keep down his radiating scent. All he's wearing is a pair of loose shorts, low slung on his waist and already with a small tent in the fabric. His gray eyes are dilated wide, heated and intense. He can practically taste Erwin on his tongue, sharp citrus and applewood smoke, aged paper in a leather bound book. It flushes fresh arousal through his veins, makes his sex throb, and he might just really go fucking insane if he can't at least touch skin to skin in the next ten seconds.
Without even so much as a 'welcome home,' Levi's hands are already pulling at his husband's clothing, drawing him in for a demanding kiss, biting at his lips.
"I swear to fuck," he growls, fingers impatiently but expertly working at the knot of Erwin's tie, "next time you're taking the day off."
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So yes, it's better that he go to work and come home to a prepared and ready Levi.
Erwin lets himself be drawn in, kicking the door shut behind him because his hands are immediately on Levi, stretching broad over the small of his back and pulling him in. There's no need to lock the door; Erwin's scent is starting to crank up, not quite billowing yet but getting there, and it would be an extremely foolish alpha that would try and approach the apartment now. His scent responds to Levi's, matching its intensity, and before much longer, the entire hallway is going to smell like both of them.
"Of course, Levi." Erwin knows it won't come to that, but it's better to agree. Right now, Levi could convince him to agree to just about anything; the smell of him is filling Erwin's sinuses, blotting out everything else, and Erwin pulls away from the kiss to bury his face in the spot where Levi's neck meets his shoulder and breathe deep.
"Aaaahhh..." Erwin's exhale comes out in a soft moan, and he bends low to hook Levi behind his thighs and lift him into the air. "You smell so good."