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There’s something special about being woken up by your husband rather than a screaming child or pounding footsteps running down the hall. The drifting touch of sleepy, warm hands along his sides. Levi has always been a light sleeper, so this immediately awakens him. Blearily he opens his eyes to find the soft glow of the rising sun. It’s so pale, that light, Levi, in his half-asleep state, estimates it’s around six in the morning. It’s six in the morning, and Erwin is feeling him up. That being said, without much tact. He palms at his hips and ass like he’s searching for another pillow or blanket. Levi drags his hand back under the covers to weakly smack at his husband’s hand. Erwin’s chuckle is gravelly and roughened by sleep. Levi grunts, shifting under the thick duvet, feet bumping into Erwin’s shins. Erwin’s hand lingers on Levi’s muscular thigh while the smaller man moves to lay on his front with a slight jostle of the bed, wrapping his arms around his pillow and burying his face into it.
“What time is it?” he mumbles into it, drowsily. Erwin rumbles from beside him. Levi expects it when a broad arm drapes around his waist, and the other man presses his face into his side.
“Early,” Erwin answers. “I’m amazed the kids are still asleep.”
Levi turns his head, resting his cheek to the pillow, and tiredly peers at Erwin past his arm. Erwin senses this, lifts his head to meet his gaze. Erwin’s hand slips below the covers again. Maintaining eye contact, as heavy and bloodshot as it is from both ends, Erwin circles his fingertips along the base of Levi’s spine. Letting his short nails lightly roam across pale skin, awakening goosebumps. Levi arches one thin brow. Erwin cocks a thick, bushy brow in return.
“Do you want to take advantage of it?” Erwin whispers, grinning slightly, handsome blue eyes hooded, his fair hair disheveled against his forehead. A shadow of growing facial hair dusts his jaw, his cheeks. Levi admires him with sleepy eyes, silent for a moment. Releasing his pillow, Levi heavily props up on a low elbow, submerged still under their plush covers, and reaches out to trail gentle fingertips along Erwin’s jaw, down to his throat, tracing the shape of his Adam’s apple.
“If you let me wash up,” Levi says, voice a bit rough from sleep. Erwin nods. He gently cradles Levi’s hand in his, swallowing it in his broad fingers, his encompassing palm, and brings it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he kisses him tenderly across his knuckles. Levi smiles very faintly. Giving a departing squeeze to Erwin’s fingers, he pushes off the covers and slips out of bed. On unsteady feet, he makes his way to the bathroom. Erwin lays there for a moment, rubbing at his eyes.
In the bathroom, Levi decides turning on the bath would be too loud. Thus, he takes a seat at the edge of the bathtub after stripping off his boxer briefs and retrieves the detachable showerhead. Turning the water on low, a steady stream without much power falls from the showerhead. He retrieves the soap and begins cleaning himself—then he hears footsteps. Looking over, he sees Erwin trudge inside, his hair messy and eyes hooded. Erwin gives him a smile. Levi refocuses. He hears Erwin take a piss behind him, flush, and wash his hands—that reassures Levi. He always asks Erwin to wash his hands beforehand. He probably recalled and thus followed him in to do so.
Erwin steps over the edge of the tub, and sits beside Levi. Levi hands him the soap, grateful Erwin still puts up with his particular need for cleanliness. From lidded eyes, Levi watches Erwin’s broad hands lather up with the gentle flow of water from the showerhead which Levi holds up for him, and then begins roaming his soapy touch along his flaccid penis, around his balls. It’s intimate doing this together. At this point of time, after being married for so many years, Levi’s initial discomfort when they first dated ages ago has long since faded. Now, the unashamed nudity doesn’t bother him at all. Cheekily, he angles the showerhead to rinse Erwin’s hands and groin.
“Why, thank you,” Erwin murmurs. Levi snorts. He stands then, turning off the water, hooks the showerhead back into place. Erwin rises, retrieves a towel. He dries himself off and passes it to Levi. While Levi does the same, Erwin cups one hand around the side of his head and pulls him in gently for a firmly placed kiss amongst inky black hair. Levi peeks over towards Erwin’s lower half. He sees he’s starting to get a bit hard; his dick is filling out, heavier against his balls. His pubic hair is thick, yet groomed, lighter in color. Levi feels heat rush to his face. Jesus Christ, Erwin is honestly the perfect goddamn specimen of masculine beauty. Levi exits the bathroom and Erwin follows, turning off the light.
Crawling back onto bed, Levi only then realizes he left his underwear in the bathroom. The bed dips when Erwin joins him, jostling it a bit as he climbs on after the other man. Levi already knows what to expect. He doesn’t want to waste time, either. The longer they take, the more likely the brats will wake up. He was going to turn over, but then large hands curl around his hips, halting him. That smooth, deeper voice murmurs to him, “Raise up on your knees a bit?”
Levi obliges. Bracing his forehead against his folded arms, Levi rises up low on his knees. He lets Erwin nudge his muscular thighs further apart. Worshipful lips lay across his ass, over his hip. In the dim light of the rising sun, casting a subtle glow throughout their bedroom, Levi realizes he likes this atmosphere. Morning sex isn’t a common occurrence: the kids are roaring to go as soon as the sun has risen. But now… He feels warm, relaxed, even if a little sleepy. Erwin bites softly onto his ass, only gentle nips to evoke sensation rather than to leave marks. His big hands continue roaming along Levi’s thighs, stroking along the outside, only to pet at the insides. Subtly, Erwin pushes firmer along the inside of his thighs until Levi has his knees planted further apart, fully exposing himself to his husband. The gradualness of it is somehow arousing to Levi; Erwin being imploring, rather than forceful. A heat is already simmering in Levi’s gut.
And then an almost tender, confident stroke of a blunt fingertip passes down from Levi’s tailbone, along the tight, pink furl of his asshole, tracing over the length of his sex, across fine, dark hair. Levi shudders at such a simple touch. Erwin’s hot, wet mouth is beginning to leave more open-mouthed kisses along the curve of his asscheek, to his sit spot, and then, more inwards. He can feel the gust of Erwin’s warm, heavier exhales as he mouths at his skin. Head ducked low, Levi hides in the rumpled covers of the bed. It’s always teasing that gets him going like nothing else. Direct stimulation is nice, but it’s the touches that don’t linger that makes that fire roar.
Erwin bites around his thighs, along the sensitive flesh where his ass becomes his sit spots. Levi is taking in breaths through his teeth, but remains still. Erwin rises with a creak of the bed. Levi turns his torso slightly, just enough to peer past his bicep with one hazy eye. Erwin’s messy hair is adorable, when joined with his pink face and blatantly lustful eyes. His muscular chest is god-like, his nipples pink and soft against flawless skin. He watches Erwin shift closer on his knees, his legs aligning against Levi’s.
Trusting Erwin entirely, Levi just waits, watching with curiosity. It’s only when Erwin grabs himself by his hard cock and passes the hot, velvety head across Levi’s asshole does it send a jolt of arousal through his body. He gasps, and immediately presses his face into the blankets. Erwin’s big hand anchors around his hip, securing him, and continues teasing him by slowly, calmly, running the length of his stupidly perfect, massive dick along Levi’s asscrack and God damnit, Erwin, that son of a bitch, knows exactly what that does to Levi. Curling his toes, Levi brings clenched fistfuls of the thick duvet to his face, burying into it, and suppresses a growl that rumbles in his chest. Levi hooks his feet back over Erwin’s muscular calves, encouraging it silently.
Feeling Erwin’s pre-cum on him, already copious in its amount, aiding the slide of his shaft against his asshole—Levi is about to combust. Feeling and tasting Erwin’s arousal through his pre-cum always turns him the fuck on. He can feel the burn of it along his asscrack, on the skin of his asscheek where the head drags. Erwin’s breathing is a touch heavier behind him, but besides that, he is utterly silent.
A soft curse of ‘fuck’ breathed from Levi’s mouth, muffled partially into the blanket, is his first expletive of the morning, evoked when Erwin gripped his thick cock and finally slid the burning hot head between the wet folds of his sex. Levi jolts, but Erwin’s firm hand pulls him back into position, without falter. He gingerly rubs the wet head against Levi’s swelling cock, and it’s enough to spark like the ignition of a lighter—Levi jumps slightly, huffing a laugh, and again, Erwin pulls him back into place. Relaxing, Levi anticipates it when Erwin rubs against his dick with his own, letting the head of his cock roll over it lightly. He knows him well; too much pressure bordered on painful. But now, it just makes him moan, muffled and in a low noise expelled from his grit teeth.
“Lay down on your back,” Erwin murmurs, his voice guttural and rough now. Levi manages an undignified grunt, twisting lethargically onto his side to look back at him with hooded eyes, his black hair messy now.
“Let me suck your dick,” Levi says, roughly. Erwin’s face lightens. He smiles. He nods, shifts closer on his knees, and Levi immediately springs up, moving over and laying on his side between Erwin’s powerful thighs. Resting his head against Erwin’s inner hip, Levi grips his beautiful cock and angles it so he can lick all around the dripping tip. Erwin’s thigh muscles clench hard under Levi. Levi loves evoking reactions from him, it’s much too fun. Must be part of why he’s so ruthless when topping Erwin.
Pulling the head into his mouth, eyes closed, his black hair disheveled and falling across Erwin’s hip and thigh, Levi begins sucking at him. Erwin’s big hand cards through his locks. The taste of him always turns Levi on like crazy. Seeing as they washed themselves, the musky taste of him isn’t as pungent as it would be if they hadn’t taken a trip to the bathroom. But now, it’s muted, and that is how Levi prefers it. He can still taste him, but it’s not overwhelming. The saltiness of his pre-cum melting onto his tongue is fucking good, too.
Lifting his head from Erwin’s hip, Levi shifts into a better position to swallow more of him down, gradually. A back and forth slow bobbing of his head, suction tight, until Erwin is grunting under his breath, and the hand in his hair is now clutching a fistful. Levi moans around him—fucking hell, Erwin pulling his hair is so incredibly hot, and Erwin knows it. It sends a burst of heat, a strike of lightning, right into his belly. Levi pulls off, gasping, and angles his head to lick the flat width of his tongue along the strong underside of his cock, feeling it flex against his mouth. Levi has to stop himself from squirming, he’s so aroused now.
He lowers his head to lick and suck at Erwin’s balls, feeling the gentle tickle of his fair, light body hair. It doesn’t bother Levi. He unashamedly mouths at him, angling his head to reach him everywhere. Erwin is panting heavier now, that hand in his hair continue to grip that fistful. Levi pulls off, lifting his head, and wipes his mouth off on his wrist.
“Lay back against the pillows for a second,” Levi says, a delicious plan already formed in his mind. Erwin eagerly moves to do so, jostling the bed as he drops himself against the pillows, comfortably tucking one up under his neck. Levi follows, sliding both hands up under Erwin’s knees, and Erwin understands. He plants his feet against the bed, but even then, as Levi moves closer on his own knees, he continues pushing them up. Erwin blinks up at him, and obliges: he lets Levi pin his knees up against his body.
“Wrap your arms around your knees,” Levi orders. Again, Erwin obeys. He brings his muscular forearms around his knees, keeps his legs open and up for his husband. Levi smiles down at him coyly while he reaches in to grip his cock and angle it down, past his spread thighs. Erwin’s mouth falls open slightly. Lowering himself, propping up on an elbow, Levi ducks down to firmly nurse the head into his sucking mouth. Erwin’s entire body tenses, and a low groan rises out of him. Levi takes half of his thick cock in, firmly pulling at it in long, milking sucks that seems to drive Erwin crazy. He’s moaning softly, huffing under his breath, squirming a little.
“Levi…” he manages to get out, “Levi, please, can I—let me—”
“Not yet,” Levi interrupts him in a low, rumbling murmur, pulling off his cock to do so. Angling his head, Levi lets his tongue roam along the underside of his shaft again, his piercing, steely eyes training up on Erwin’s. His face is adorably softened with pleasure, his eyes open and yearning. Levi presses a wet kiss to the base of his cock, gives a few passing licks to his balls, and then sits back momentarily. Planting both broad hands against Erwin’s thighs, he pushes, forcing his knees further up until it rolls his hips upwards just enough for an accessible angle. Erwin looks a little dazed. It has Levi smirking again.
With confident, firm fingers, Levi gathers Erwin’s angrily aroused cock and heavy balls in his hands, arranging his genitals in the ring of his thumb and forefinger. Agonized, Erwin drops his head back down against the pillows, and then lifts it right back up to watch with wide eyes and a panting mouth. Levi ducks back down, no hesitation. Pulling Erwin’s cock and balls out of the way in the tight ring of his fingers, Levi licks into his asshole. Erwin’s legs jolt slightly, and a shocked gasp rises out of him. Levi’s eyes train up on Erwin’s face, watching it twist in pleasure as he teased at his clenching hole.
“Levi, this isn’t—exactly what I had in mind,” Erwin manages to gasp out, and then he shudders again, breathing out a laugh. Levi angles his head down to refocus on eating out his ass. He firmly licks and licks into him, until he can get the tip of his tongue in, and Erwin is outright moaning now. Levi tightens the hold he has on Erwin’s junk, and forces more of his tongue in. It’s not often he goes out of his way to do this for his husband.
Maybe he didn’t want Erwin to get the bright idea of doing the same to him. Probably that. But—he’s also incredibly horny, and eating Erwin out makes the big, blonde idiot go crazy, and if Levi wasn’t here to please his husband, then he certainly wouldn’t be eating out his ass at the moment. He licks into the wet, relaxed pink ring, feeling it flex under his tongue. Angling his jaw correctly, he forces his tongue further in, working it in and out of his asshole, and it evokes a rumbling groan from Erwin’s throat.
Only when he loses interest, eager to move on, does Levi lift his head, looking at Erwin’s debauched face, weakened by pleasure. He brings his free hand in to circle three fingers firmly against Erwin’s dripping asshole, and spanks it once in a light whip that has Erwin jumping, his eyes flying open to look at Levi in aroused shock. Levi grins, almost a sneer.
“Maybe I should be the one doing the fucking,” he says. Erwin bites his lip, searching Levi’s face. Levi releases Erwin’s heavy, throbbing genitals, and pets at them in slow, gentle squeezes that has Erwin going lax against the bed, laughing softly.
“We don’t have that much time,” Erwin murmurs, looking at him past pale eyelashes. Levi nods. An enema and stretching to take one of Levi’s cocks is a pain in the ass… Pain in the ass. Levi snorts to himself.
He pats Erwin on the arms, drops beside him on the bed, on his front. He clutches the mess of plush blankets in his arms and burrows into it like a cat getting comfortable.
“I’m producing my own waterworks system over here,” Levi mumbles. “Hurry up, fat cock husband.”
“Ah, I now understand why you married me. So sweet of you, Levi.”
“It was also your fat pecs. And your fat ass.”
That has Erwin bursting out a few low giggles that are painfully adorable. Smiling to himself against the blanket, Levi then starts slightly when a broad hand strokes up along the back of his calf and thigh, across earned muscle and dark hair. Those gentle, explorative fingers feel along his front hole, watching the copious wetness of his arousal cling to his fingertips. Erwin rumbles with pleasure from beside him. Levi keeps his face buried in the blankets, burning.
“Grab the lube,” Levi grunts. Erwin brings both hands in to grope and squeeze at his asscheeks, pulling them open to admire, and then moves down to his thighs. There, he, too, fondles him. Pulling them further apart, squeezing so hard it nearly hurts. Levi can’t repress the slight noise that births in his throat. It’s the objectification that pulls him from the mental aspect of things. The sexual appreciation of his body that makes Levi forget about his hang-ups, the obstacles unseen—even if, at this point, they’re not very profound. But they’re still present.
Erwin gives a departing squeeze to his thigh and then moves over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of water-based lube. Levi hears him crack it open, squeeze a thick amount out with a whistle and squelch of the bottle, and then sets it down again after snapping it shut. The sound of him stroking it across his cock earns a peek of one hazy eye past Levi’s bicep. He stares at the sight of Erwin’s big hand pumping on his red, eager cock. Fuck. Levi feels a thrill jolt through him.
Silently, he moves up onto his knees, keeping his upper half flush to the bed, resting among the bundle of their duvet. Erwin hums a low moan, seeing this display, and reaches out to palm at his asscheek again, digging his nails in slightly. Levi squirms slightly. Shit, shit, shit. His dick is throbbing, too. Pulsating with arousal. He can almost feel the blood coursing through him.
“Fuck, hurry up,” Levi growls, readjusting his knees on the bed. “Erwin, come on.”
Erwin seems to be at that point where words are spoken less. He rumbles in agreement, a pleased sound, and moves up behind him. Again, his legs align with Levi’s. And, again, he grips his wet cock and slides the soaked head down against Levi. Levi shudders hard, an aroused moan crawling quietly from his agape mouth. He almost forgets to remind Erwin that he can’t take that goliath of a dick right out of the gate, for fuck’s sake—
But, much to Levi’s relief, Erwin hasn’t been totally reduced to some thoughtless, fuck-hungry idiot yet. That may come later. Erwin’s broad fingers feel at him again, parting him, and then he sinks his forefinger in first. Silently, Levi waits. Erwin releases an audible huffing exhale through his nose; Levi nearly snorts. Erwin is so predictable. Erwin always liked fingering him, nearly as much as Levi enjoyed receiving it.
“Try to be quiet,” Erwin murmurs, working his finger. “I would rather not relive one of them investigating why Papa sounds like he’s in pain.”
Levi does snort that time. Erwin will never let him live that down. The one time he thought the kids were dead asleep—at like two in the morning. Having a healthy sex drive and two kids: a difficult combination.
“Yeah, no shit.”
Erwin adds his middle finger, and begins plunging them a little harder into him, once it becomes apparent Levi can accept it easily. That has Levi tensing up, clenching around him, pressing his hand to his mouth and closing his eyes. Fuck, that does feel good. He has to focus on holding his tongue. Erwin releases his cock to begin thumbing gingerly at Levi’s swollen dick. Levi squeezes around him, managing a barely withheld moan muffled into his hand. He jerks one hand down to push away Erwin’s touch, huffing out with a lift of his head, “That will take longer, fuck—just add another finger and move on.”
Silently, Erwin obliges. He rests his hand on Levi’s back, roams it upwards in a loving caress while working his ring finger in alongside the other two. Even if Levi was wet beforehand, that is on the cusp of too much. The drag becomes slightly dry, so Levi has to mumble about the lube. Erwin reaches over and retrieves it, pops it open, and squeezes a thick dollop onto his three fingers. He pushes them back in, carefully. Levi relaxes. That was definitely needed.
By then, Levi can reel in his moans, only tensing up when Erwin thrusts a bit harder, a little deeper. Soon, he nudges Erwin with his foot, a silent demand. Erwin removes his fingers, leans over to plant a tender kiss to Levi’s side, and then reapplies another coating of lube to his neglected cock. Keeping his face buried in the covers, Levi waits impatiently. He feels Erwin adjust himself, getting into position, and then the hot, thrilling rub of his cock against him. It’s so incredibly slick, Levi is amazed by how it feels when joined by his own overwhelming arousal. His body is a pulsating pool of heat, his legs almost tingling with impatience, eagerness. Erwin begins slowly, carefully pushing in.
A strained noise begins in Levi’s throat, but he withholds it. Erwin’s cock is not small by any stretch of the word. Levi has to flinch away, grimacing a little. Pulling out immediately, Erwin pets at his hips and thighs, silently apologetic.
“More lube,” Levi pants. Erwin obliges; he adds even more to Levi’s hole, and it certainly feels like he's sprung a leak down there. Erwin pushes it in with two fingers, and reapplies it to his cock. Levi sometimes wishes it were easier. But, it’s not their fault that Erwin is nearly twice his size, and Levi’s body in that particular department wasn’t exactly thrilled with the years of testosterone. But it could always be worse.
Erwin’s wet, warm fingers find his sex again, sliding up and down between the folds of him, petting at sensitive areas that has Levi tensing up and trembling. Erwin strokes at Levi’s throbbing cock, feather-light and careful. Levi shoves a fistful of the duvet into his face, muffling his moan into it. His hips jolt and shudder from the stimulation, but Erwin is extremely gentle.
“Please, just cram your damn cock in me,” Levi whispers hoarsely. “Hurry up, before the lube dries again. Fuck.”
Chuckling, Erwin rights himself and kneels closer behind him once more. One hand on Levi’s ass, gripping him there and spreading him open, the other guiding his cock, Erwin passes the thick head over Levi repeatedly, contributing to the jolts of arousal ping-ponging through Levi’s body. Biting his lip, Levi struggles to reel in his noises of pleasure. Finally, Erwin stops fucking around and begins carefully pushing in. It’s still a bit of a stretch, but the lube Erwin pushed into him definitely helps with the glide.
Groaning softly, Levi focuses on relaxing. He consciously breathes through it, brow knit, hands clenching and relaxing against the covers. Erwin is mindful of him, extremely slow and cautious as he gradually, patiently penetrates him. The first time they had sex, Erwin, the sweetheart, thought touching his dick would help relax him, but stimulation only makes him tense up further due to the pleasure. It just had them start from square one. Erwin knows to keep his hands to himself at this point, to just wait and let Levi adjust.
And he does, after a couple minutes of Erwin rocking his hips, marginally, only just slightly to work him open. Once it’s not quite a tight squeeze, Erwin begins circling his hips carefully—that has Levi grunting and jolting. Erwin freezes. Panting, Levi gasps out, “No, it’s fine, just… Slowly, babe.”
Erwin strokes both hands up along Levi’s sides, sweeping up to his shoulder blades, down the width of his back. Levi shudders, melting a bit from that. Erwin silently resumes circling his hips, very slightly. Levi’s face goes lax. It’s not hurting anymore. There is a faint uncomfortable stretch, but it’s bearable.
“Okay,” Levi breathes, peeking back at Erwin past his shoulder, seeing the focused expression on his face. “You can start moving. Take it slow.”
“Let me know if you need me to add lube,” Erwin murmurs, offering him a faint smile. He plants a hand against the bed, leans over to place a loving kiss to Levi’s cheek. Levi huffs. He gives him a ‘no shit’ look.
Erwin grins. He kisses Levi on the back of the head, and then straightens up again, gripping Levi by the hips. He gropes him there, clenching the flesh in his fingers hard enough it bunches, and his knuckles turn white. Levi moans. Then Erwin begins thrusting. Slow withdrawal, a careful push back in, to the base. Erwin is a bit thick, but thankfully, he’s not packing a nine foot monster. Otherwise there would be a problem. Levi loves that he can take him to the base.
Levi grimaces slightly throughout the first dozen thrusts, but then the uncomfortable feeling fades. The wet glide of the lube and the hot, piercing feeling of Erwin’s dick becomes incredibly good. Levi melts into the covers, going lax, pressing his face into the white duvet. He begins moaning as quietly as he can manage, muffled into the blanket. Erwin is huffing from behind him. The feeling of his heavy balls swinging forward to slap against Levi’s dick is so fucking perfect. His bigger, muscular thighs hitting Levi’s, albeit without much force to reduce sound. He continues to grip his hips like they’re handles, pulling him back into the thrusts that are just beginning to increase in power and speed.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Levi breathes. “Fuck… Harder, babe, fuck me.”
Grunting, Erwin begins driving into him a touch harder, balls-deep every time—he’s very cautious in minimizing noise. Levi lifts his head and groans, eyes rolling and fluttering shut at the feeling of his perfect cock shoving into him, his balls hitting against him. Levi is falling apart, and Erwin is the one to pluck every thread, to undo every knot. Erwin reaching out to roam his fingers through his black hair, only to take root and grasp a fistful, keeping his head and upper half suspended—Levi forces himself to withhold the moans that want to tumble out of his body. Erwin is perfectly silent behind him. His panting is the only sound he creates, composed in how he takes him.
The pleasure overcomes Levi. He’s grunting and whining in his throat as Erwin begins truly screwing him now. The hand groping at Levi’s thigh slides inwards. When he begins gently thumbing at his throbbing cock, Levi arches further and produces a pathetic, desperate noise that he barely, just barely, reduces from a crying moan.
“Feels so good,” Levi gasps out, hands planted against the bed, arms and legs quivering, his eyes pricking with tears of overwhelming stimulation. He tries to keep his voice lower as he murmurs hoarsely. “Fuck me, oh, God, fuck me, babe. Want to feel you come in me. Want to feel you—nngh!”
Erwin pulls harder at his hair while he begins circling three fingers over Levi’s cock. Levi’s eyes roll, his mouth agape.
“Want to—feel your cock throb deep inside—my fucking—unh, shit!” Levi can’t control himself. He grits his teeth, forcefully restraining himself from talking anymore. He feels Erwin lose himself, too; he’s been careful to reduce the noise of his thrusting, but once he begins snapping his hips against him, the clap of it filling the room, he startles Levi by pulling out completely. Both men panting, Erwin takes a moment to regather himself. Levi collapses forward when Erwin releases his hair slowly. Big hands guide Levi’s legs; Erwin has him move onto his belly, laying down entirely. Levi gladly goes limp. A warm mouth kisses across Levi’s back and shoulders.
“You’re so sexy,” Erwin rumbles. “I want to make you come multiple times on my cock. Shit… We need to get a babysitter soon, Levi, it’s been too long since I exhausted you.”
Levi groans softly. He then laughs a little, breathless, eyes closed. It’s not often he hears Erwin curse without strong reason to.
“Yeah.”
He hears the pop of a cap, and then Erwin squeezing more lube out. Good man. Levi relaxes entirely. Erwin audibly strokes the lube over his cock, and then carefully nudges Levi’s legs further apart. Oh, hell yeah. Levi loves this position, too, because Erwin’s heavy body atop his drives him insane. And this position makes it easier for him to feel Erwin’s nuts slapping against him. He could never fucking admit that in a million years, but it makes him horny as hell. But Erwin could probably tell. He notices everything. Levi squirms in anticipation.
Folding his arms, Levi tucks his face into the crevice of his elbow and waits. Erwin’s breathing is heavier, aroused. The bed creaks and shifts as Erwin gets comfortable. Levi smiles quietly to himself, feeling that bigger, heavier body settle atop his. He keeps most of his weight off Levi, an appreciated measure. Then the rub of his hot cock, sliding down repeatedly against Levi. Levi shudders hard. And then Erwin pushes back in, slow and gentle. The added lube makes it almost easy. Levi adjusts himself on his thighs and belly, sliding his legs further apart to make it a smoother insertion.
“Mm, God, yes, babe,” Levi whispers, bringing his feet back to hook them over Erwin’s calves. Erwin groans under his breath in reply. Levi grins. He knows what dirty talk does to this precious idiot. Erwin loves it when Levi loves it. And then Erwin bottoms out in him, and Levi can feel the burn of his thick cock inside of him, the throbbing, rushing blood of his arousal under his skin. His balls, heavy but tighter now, pressed flat to his own cock. Levi is muffling moans into the blanket again, circling his hips back against Erwin, grinding back into it, enjoying the feeling of his thighs rubbing against his, the deepening of his cock inside of him, even if only slightly. Erwin grunts, caging Levi underneath him, bracing his arms on either side of him. Realizing this, Levi reaches out to clutch at one of his wrists, pulling it closer so he can kiss and mouth at his hand and wrist, across fair body hair.
“Fucking love it,” Levi pants, a genuine confession, his eyes falling closed as he speaks against Erwin’s wrist. “Fuck. I know I’m going to come. Fuck it out of me, Erwin, come on. Shit.”
“Levi,” Erwin whimpers, collapsing forward just enough to smother Levi, his broad chest meeting his back. His face ends up in the crook of Levi’s neck, lips against his inner shoulder, his tousled blonde hair tickling him. Levi moans softly. Erwin begins pumping his hips. Deep, slow rolls that feel fucking heavenly. Levi clenches up underneath him, hands tightening into fists. He bites Erwin’s hand, locking his teeth around the side of his hand, without drawing blood. It has Erwin grumbling in pleasure, and encourages him.
With both of them withholding their moans, the sound of his hips carefully clapping against Levi is thankfully not loud enough to be concerning. But it does fill the room, and it’s deliciously filthy. Levi is getting a bit dazed, losing himself in the feeling. Erwin’s balls almost roughly hitting against his cock is so fucking good, and Levi is shocked to feel his gut winding and winding even closer to that apex. Levi can’t take it. He lifts his hips just enough to shove a hand under and begin gingerly toying with his dick—and that is too fucking much. It sends lightning throughout his lower half, while Erwin continues fucking him balls-deep.
“Touching your cock, sweetheart?” Erwin growls softly to him, spoken into his ear, and holy fucking shit, does Erwin use that term of endearment like a goddamn weapon. Levi shudders hard under him, a pathetic, crumbling moan rising out of him, teeth still locked around Erwin’s hand. Erwin nuzzles into his neck and whispers, “Going to come getting fucked? What a good boy. Come on my cock, Levi. There you go.”
“Fuck—you—shithead—” Levi gasps out harshly, “Fucking cheating—son of a bitch!”
Erwin grunts, feeling him clench up like a vice around him. Levi slaps his unoccupied hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut. Ecstasy rolls through him, a swallowing tide that consumes him and pulls him away from himself, from Erwin. He screams a muffled moan into his hand, eyes truly dripping with tears of pleasure now, of overstimulation. He shakily plays with his dick, drowning, utterly drowning. Erwin’s thrusting has become hard and fast, though ever mindful of the sound they’re creating, not quite letting his hips clash against Levi’s ass. But his dick pounding into him, his balls slapping against his fingers, his cock—Levi is moaning hoarsely, a quiet, muffled noise of agony. Erwin is grunting quietly into his neck. Levi is shaking violently under him. And then he feels Erwin go stiff on top of him. His thrusting becomes sloppier, a bit spasmodic. His hips jolt as his thrusts weaken. Levi gasps out a ‘fuck yes, babe’, feeling Erwin’s thick cock pulsate inside of him. The way he stills against him, pressing in as deeply as he can, his arms tightening around the smaller man, anchoring him to his body—Levi has to grin, hidden in the blankets. Levi stops touching himself to cradle Erwin’s tight balls in his fingers, groping and massaging them indulgently. Erwin pants harshly against Levi’s shoulder and neck.
“Love you,” Erwin breathes against him, now kissing over his shoulder, his neck, up to his heavily flushed ear, biting at it gently. He goes on, gasping, “Love you so much. My precious Levi. My perfect husband. Mine.”
Levi squirms, flustered. He nods a little.
“Yeah… Yours. And you’re mine. Got it?”
Erwin chuckles, nodding against Levi’s head. He seems to regain himself, and begins laying kiss after kiss, firm and tender, against every inch of Levi’s face and neck he can reach. He sits inside of him for a minute longer, and Levi enjoys every second. He loves it when Erwin bathes in the feeling of it, the afterglow. Levi continues lightly holding his balls, stroking his thumb across him there. Erwin sometimes arches his hips in, just to chase more of that delicious feeling, and it has Levi gasping out a weak moan every time. Erwin presses a loving, departing kiss to Levi’s head, and then rises up off of him slowly. His cock slips out, and Levi feels his thick cum follow, gushing out of him. Levi immediately cups his hand underneath himself, catching the warm droplets before they sullied their sheets. Erwin is quick to retrieve a used towel from the hamper in the bathroom. He returns, cleaning up Levi as best he can to prevent a mess.
“Gross,” Levi mumbles, feeling the stickiness on his fingers. Erwin chuckles.
“Sexy,” he counters. Levi snorts. Erwin hands him the towel.
“Shower together?” Erwin asks, stroking his hands along Levi’s thighs, watching him clean his hand off. Levi silently agrees with a nod. Now that he’s completely lucid again, he worries that they were far too loud and woke up the children. Glancing at the clock, it reads 6:23, so hopefully not. It’s still a bit early. The kids seem to prefer starting chaos around seven. Should be in the clear. There’s a reason why they specifically had the kids’ room down the hall.
“Let’s be quick. Need to get started on breakfast,” Levi says, moving to stand from the bed. He feels more semen slip out of him, down his thighs. He rushes into the bathroom, almost waddling, and he hears Erwin’s laughter, low and rumbling. Erwin follows him in, grinning all peachy-fucking-keen. Levi wipes up cum from one thigh, and reaches out to smack it against Erwin’s arm. Erwin just bursts out a laugh, and says in a mock disgusted tone of voice, “Oh, no! What ever shall I do? If only we had a shower to use!”
Levi shakes his head, turning away to reach in and start the shower with a burst of water. Erwin, naturally, steps up behind him, drawing his muscular arms around him in a loving embrace. Levi blushes. Erwin begins nuzzling at his hair, and kissing over his ear and the back of his head. Levi can’t help but grin, albeit a touch sardonically.
“You’re so sappy, Erwin. Don’t you get bored of it, after ten plus years?”
“Never,” Erwin murmurs, nosing at the shell of his ear. “And I know you love it, too, darling.”
Levi huffs, cheeks warming. After all this time, Erwin can still effortlessly make him blush. The cunning, beautiful, playful bastard. He adjusts the heating of the water, mumbling, “Yeah, fine. I’ll give you that.”
Then he steps into the shower, and Erwin happily follows with a grin on his stubbled face.