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Levi is right where he wants to be, willingly trapped between the hard wooden surface of Erwin’s desk, and the body of the man who owns it. At his teasing bucks, canting his hips against Erwin’s with enough pressure to tantalize but not nearly enough to satisfy, Erwin straightens, placing one of his hands on each of Levi’s hips and gripping hard.
“What’s the matter, big guy?” Levi taunts from his back, voice too breathy to carry the weight of his usual snark. “Startling again so soon?”
Erwin says nothing, simply pulling on Levi’s hips so that their groins connect fully, and Levi can feel the beginning proof of desire pressing against him, fueling his lust. His breath leaves him in a huff at the impact.
“Chatty, are we?” Erwin murmurs, leaning back down. The tip of his nose brushes Levi’s, nudging it gently upward to lay more thorough kisses to his mouth, noisy and erotic as they suck at each other’s lips wetly, each time a little more reluctant to release the other, even for breath. Erwin is grinding his hips forward into Levi’s in a measured pulse, both of them stiffening tangibly in their uniform trousers.
“I thought you liked running your mouth, Commander—you’re usually so good at it.” Levi’s words come muffled against soft lips, and he swears he can feel Erwin twitch against him at the suggestive use of his title. Maybe it was him who twitched—it’s all the same now.
Erwin has abandoned his mouth to trail soft lips down his jaw, and now sucks kisses into the delicate skin below his ear. “As you so eloquently pointed out, Captain,” he begins. Levi suppresses a full-body shiver. “There are much more enticing ways for me to use my mouth right now.” At that, he nips hard. Levi just barely swallows a yelp and groans heavily instead. Erwin soothes over the bite with his tongue before flattening it and licking a stripe back up to the smaller man’s jawline.
“Filthy…” Levi complains without venom. In fact, the weakness of his voice makes it sound rather more like praise. Erwin hums, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He raises one hand to Levi’s mouth, using his thumb to press lightly on his bottom lip, pulling it away from his teeth with little effort. Levi doesn’t even afford himself his usual level of self-control; he lets his tongue poke forward and touch on Erwin’s finger, flicking slightly before undulating in smooth, wet motions. Erwin hesitates, maybe, for just a moment, before offering a little more pressure. Levi sweeps his thumb into his mouth like it belongs there, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around the pad.
Normally, maybe he wouldn’t do this…people are dirty, after all. There’s no telling where their hands have been, and if he’s going to suck someone off, he doesn’t need a fucking preamble about it. But this is Erwin, and he’s always clean, always smells good, tastes good…and if he likes the obscenity of Levi taking his fingers in his mouth, Levi sees no reason to deny him.
His eyes had fallen to his task, but now he raises them to look directly at Erwin through dark eyelashes, and the sight makes his stomach swoop; watching him intently, Erwin’s eyes are deep pools of lust, black, surrounded by only the slightest ring of blue iris. His face is steely, and he’s looking at Levi like he might look at—like he might look at something he wants desperately and is determined to have, Levi’s brain supplies stupidly.
Your determination is wasted, he thinks hysterically. You already have me. You’ll have me now without toil, struggle, or chase.
The yearning that strikes through him then must be apparent, because Erwin all but rips his hand from Levi’s mouth and grasps the back of his head. Levi meets him halfway, propping himself up on one elbow and using his free hand to sink, finally, into Erwin’s hair, mouths colliding and tongues tangling in a sweet, messy embrace.
Erwin’s other hand pushes on his jacket at the shoulder, and Levi contorts impatiently to shed it altogether, not parting from their kiss. While he’s at it, expert fingers also release the buckles of his gear so that it hangs limply at his waist, kept from the floor only by his seat on the desk. Before he can blink, Erwin’s warmth is suddenly absent from his mouth and body, and he reels a bit before his eyes refocus and find the Commander, who has dropped to his knees in front of his desk.
Erwin Smith is on his fucking knees, and he’s wrapping one arm around Levi’s waist, the other working to untie his cravat and pop the top buttons of his shirt, using his grip to pull Levi close at the edge of the desk and mouth at his throat where it becomes exposed at his fingertips. Levi can do nothing but drop his head back and run his fingers through golden hair, pulling it from its style and mussing it in a way that conveys pure sex. When Levi’s shirt is tugged from his waistband, huge warm hands run underneath to caress his skin, squeezing at his waist and brushing against his nipples while Erwin’s mouth works in tandem, kissing and licking at the skin in every direction of his clavicle.
Levi is uncomfortably hard, constrained in his trousers still, and Erwin hasn’t touched him there even a little since they grinded into each other on the desk. That’s okay, he wouldn’t like to consider himself a passive lover. He drops a hand from Erwin’s hair to palm at himself, seeking just a little relief from the immense pressure of his erection trapped behind uniform buttons. He can’t stifle the quiet groan that bubbles up from the contact, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Erwin glances down and lets go of a shaky exhale against Levi’s skin.
Then, he sits back on his heels, removing his body from Levi’s except where his hands still hold his hips. Levi looks down at him, confused.
“What?” he croaks.
“Levi, I—” Erwin tries. His hair is tousled, cheeks ruddy and lips still slick with Levi’s spit, and Levi can’t believe that they’re about to have a conversation instead of stripping out of the rest of their clothes.
Except that it’s Erwin, and so Levi can believe it. Of course.
He tries not to let his impatience show too glaringly, instead opting to wait for Erwin to gather his words.
“Levi,” he says again, softly, as he rises to his feet to tower once more over his counterpart. Levi slides from the desk as well, landing on his feet in front of Erwin. Height difference once more rendered impractical but apparently unwilling to relinquish his hold on Levi’s body, Erwin’s hands have slipped from his hips to gently cradle his face. Levi allows it, and grabs onto Erwin’s waist in return.
“I never meant to push you into this,” Erwin says, like a confession. “You shouldn’t have to…if I hadn’t…”
Levi barely keeps himself from rolling his eyes. “Erwin.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Erwin.”
Erwin finally meets his eyes, all open and looking like he fully expects a scolding. Like he thinks he deserves one. Levi grits his teeth, realizing he’s going to have to suck it up and say some things out loud if he wants to ease Erwin’s troubled mind. And he does want to, if they’re really doing this.
“I want you, okay?” he spits. Erwin blinks.
“You…”
Levi huffs. He’s in this deep already, he may as well dive.
“I fucking want you. Okay? I want your big, stupid hands on me and for you to…do whatever the shit you were doing with your mouth earlier. I want you out of your fucking clothes and to stop being so goddamn self-sacrificing for once and just…” he cuts, unable to expose himself any further at the moment. His ears already tinge red, and a few choice words battle on the tip of his tongue.
Hold me. Take me. Fuck me.
He grits his teeth instead. Erwin’s hands have slipped to either side of his neck, and his eyes betray wonderment.
“You do?” he says, and his voice is so tender that Levi can’t snap at him for being dense.
Levi sighs. “Erwin. Do you want me?”
Erwin looks caught. His fingers twitch against Levi’s neck. Levi doesn’t let him off the hook by repeating the question, simply holding his gaze and waiting with a discreetly arched brow.
Levi thinks distantly that he’s never seen the Commander speechless until he found himself mouth to mouth with him. He makes a note of that and locks it away. Finally, Erwin recovers his words.
“I want you, Levi,” he says in a rush. “God, I’ve wanted you for longer than you know.”
“Good,” Levi says simply, and places his hand on the still-present bulge between Erwin’s thighs. “Show me.”
Erwin’s fingers go tense on his neck and then they are once again devouring each other, hotter and wilder than before. Height difference be damned, they’re not letting go this time, so Erwin bends and lets Levi press his tongue into his mouth, palming at his hardness while Erwin reaches down to grope at his ass.
When squeezing is apparently no longer enough, Erwin grabs and tugs up in a way that encourages Levi to wrap his arms around Erwin’s neck and his legs around his waist. Entangled like that, lips still locking messily, Erwin turns to lead them heavily into his adjoining private quarters.
Levi scoffs, but leans to suck kisses into the column of his neck all the same.
“Really, carrying me to bed, Commander?” he mumbles against hot skin.
A low rumble carries through Erwin’s throat. “Mhm,” he confirms. “And, you know,” he says, waiting until Levi detaches from his neck and looks him in the eye before continuing, “you probably shouldn't call me that in public anymore.”
With that, he drops Levi onto the bed where he bounces once and then settles on his elbows and sneers. “As if I ever called you that in the first place. And of course you like that.”
Erwin smirks down on him, grabbing one of Levi’s boots and then the other to discard them on the floor before popping the buttons on his straining trousers and tugging them off as well. Levi lets it happen, the release of pressure providing wonderful relief, arousal winding ever deeper at the spectacle unfolding before him.
Now crawling to hover between his legs, Levi is caught off guard by the wave of arousal that comes from being engulfed under the man’s huge frame.
He’s big.
Erwin pauses just a moment before saying, “Only from you.”
Then he’s claiming Levi’s mouth and pressing his tongue forward, and Levi is letting his knees fall further open without thought. Erwin fills the space readily, greedy with touch and how much he can press his body against the one underneath him. Dragging his hand up Levi’s half-clothed torso, he pops another button at the top to kiss the skin being exposed underneath. In the meantime, his hand moves lower and lets loose a few buttons from the bottom. Rucking the shirt up Levi’s abdomen, now held on his body only by the sleeves and two hapless buttons in the middle, Erwin moves lower to mouth at Levi’s stomach, laving his tongue across every mound and valley of defined muscle, holding onto Levi’s sides like a treasure he would be loath to lose.
It feels good, so good…but Levi is not a patient man, and his reservoir is already low. He grips the pillow above him, fighting the urge to lift his hips and rub his aching hardness against Erwin’s chest.
“Hey, Blondie,” he says with some effort.
“Mm?”
“You sa…you said you wanted me, right?”
Erwin responds first by sucking a bruise into the skin below his ribcage, drawing a sharp breath from Levi, and then by growling against his skin, “Yes.”
“Then—ah—do something about it. Touch me.”
Erwin’s eyes flicker to meet Levi’s without removing his mouth from his body. His hands slide over Levi’s hips, just barely catching the waistband of his standard issue boxer briefs on the way down. “I am touching you, Captain,” he says low. “You don’t know how I’ve thought of touching you like this.” Levi’s stomach flip-flops inside of him. “Unless you meant something more specific, in which case you can say so.”
Levi squirms and deflects. “Sounds like all talk if you ask me.”
“Oh, Levi.” Erwin must be impatient too, because he presses his mouth to the hard line of Levi’s cock now, still covered by a layer of the thinnest material. Levi gasps. “You think my desire for you only extends to this?” He’s pressing his tongue against the head now, adding to the faint wet spot that is appearing there already. “You’re wrong.”
With that, he pulls the briefs down Levi’s thighs and licks him from base to tip. Levi’s hands fly to golden locks of mussed hair, sinking in. Erwin sucks sloppy kisses against his length, sliding his hand further to cradle his balls before returning to grasp his base in a tight circle between thumb and forefinger.
Then, he sucks the tip into his mouth and sinks down.
“Ngh…ah, fuck,” Levi moans. Erwin’s mouth is hot and wet and just as clever now as it is in the capital. “Should’ve…fucking known,” he gasps.
“Hm?” Erwin’s voice vibrates against Levi’s cock where he holds it deep in his mouth and the waves from it roll up and gather low in his gut.
“Always been so…good with that mouth of yours,” Levi strains. “Should’ve known you’d be good at this too, fuck. ”
Erwin has hollowed his cheeks to suck Levi harder, and at the praise he moans again. The vibrations tip something in Levi and he is suddenly dangerously close to coming.
“Fuck, Erwin, stop,” he grits, pulling at his hair a little harder than necessary. Erwin releases him with a wet pop and a filthy exhale.
“Why?” he croons, dipping his head to lick at Levi’s slit where he’s leaking precome. Levi smacks the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle the depraved sound that threatens to spill at the feeling. “Doesn’t feel good?”
“It feels good, Blondie, that’s the problem.” Levi hauls him up, grip a little more forgiving in his hair, and Erwin comes willingly, capturing his lips in a filthy, wet, salty kiss.
“I fail to see how that’s a problem,” he says into Levi’s mouth, and receives a bite to his lip for the remark.
He grins down at Levi, salacious even as his lip reddens and swells. Masochist.
“Okay, Captain,” he says provocatively. “What, then?”
Levi makes a fist around his bolo tie, yanking slightly and opening his mouth to press his tongue against Erwin’s, closing around each other’s lips with a lascivious smack. He pulls back just enough to speak low.
“Take your fucking clothes off.”
“Of course, sir.”
Levi shivers. He just knew that voice dripping honey would do wonders in the bedroom.
“Fuck you,” he says instead.
Erwin grins as he stands to make good on his promise, removing his belts, boots, and pants with much appreciated swiftness.
Levi is splayed across the bed, watching Erwin disrobe with dark eyes. When he is down to just his shirt and briefs and opening his cuffs, Levi trails a hand down his own chest, releasing the last two buttons of his shirt to let it fall all the way open, and then further to palm at his arousal, all glaring want on full display.
Erwin makes a sound in his chest at the sight of Levi’s hand gliding on his cock, and he moves as though to pounce again.
“Stop.”
Levi’s voice is hard, and Erwin stops in his tracks. Levi wraps his delicate fingers around his cock and gives it a deliberate tug, eyelids sinking low as his lips part, relishing the way Erwin’s eyes track it all hungrily and his throat bobs. With his other hand, Levi gestures to Erwin’s undergarment.
“Off.”
Unrelinquishing, white-hot desire spreads across Erwin’s face as he stands straight, hooks his thumbs in the waistband and pushes them off his hips to let them fall to the floor. Levi’s mouth opens without consent at the sight of Erwin’s heavy cock, hanging thick and luscious between his legs.
He’s big.
Levi pushes off the mattress and comes to kneeling at the edge of the bed, meeting the force of Erwin’s body when he steps forward at the same time. Colliding with hungry mouths and hands, Levi presses himself into Erwin’s hardness as Erwin grips them both in a single hand, swallowing each other’s moans at the delicious friction. Erwin’s other hand is gripping Levi’s ass, and Levi’s hands are working in the little space left between their bodies to undo Erwin’s shirt buttons. He makes it three or four down the row before stumbling into one that simply won’t budge.
He tries again, to no avail. Erwin is gripping them hard and sliding his hand up and down, Levi’s hand is starting to shake, and his stupid big fingers are rubbing the edge of Levi’s head on every pass, and—
In a fit of impatience, Levi’s hands turn hard and he pulls, tearing Erwin’s shirt open and sending a few buttons skittering across the floor in the process.
Erwin stares in disbelief for a moment before simply uttering, “Strong.”
Levi, wishing to offset any possible upset at the incidental destruction of Erwin’s shirt, shrugs. “I can sew.”
Erwin chuckles distantly. Levi’s tongue attacks his chest, pulling their midsections apart but keeping a hand close to tease and stroke at Erwin’s length. Licking at hot skin, biting into a firm pectoral hard enough that Erwin tenses, Levi relents by sucking at a perfect nipple while pinching and rolling the other with his fingers. Erwin groans and his hands land on Levi’s neck and the juncture of his shoulder.
The weight of Erwin’s hands there awakens something primal in Levi, who sinks to his stomach without hesitation, held up on his elbows and now face level with Erwin’s impressive cock. Leaning a little forward to place his hands on Erwin’s thighs, he opens his mouth and takes the first couple inches in without preamble, twisting his tongue and sucking lightly.
“Levi,” Erwin growls when he moves a hand to grip his base. Levi flicks his eyes upward to watch Erwin as he drags his lips over the tip again and again. He can’t help it, Erwin just looks so intense staring down at him and it’s making him ache even more than before.
He sinks down as far as he can—he can’t take it all in, not immediately, which is a testament to Erwin’s fucking size—and sucks hard before pulling off again.
Erwin makes a shaky sound that Levi had only ever dreamed of hearing from him before, and it provokes him to grab and pull him down to join him on the bed again, shoving the wrecked shirt off his shoulders. After one more long, biting kiss—he just can’t stop smashing their mouths together every chance he gets—he turns and spreads his legs, ass in the air and facing Erwin.
“Come on, big guy,” he says breathlessly, grabbing one ass cheek and pulling to truly present himself. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
Erwin’s hands are on him before he’s finished speaking, grabbing and squeezing at his cheeks hard enough to make Levi wince a bit.
“Hold on,” he says before jumping up and returning after only a moment, and when he touches Levi again it’s deliciously slick.
Levi can’t hold back the moan that breaks from his throat when Erwin rubs one of those wet fingers over his entrance, applying the barest amount of pressure when he passes.
“Good,” he thinks he hears Erwin mumble. Then, a little louder, “Ready?”
For all his compromising posture, Levi snorts. “Yeah, fucking been.”
His snark is tamed when Erwin sinks the first finger in. They’re…even his fingers are fucking thick. Levi wouldn’t usually let someone else do this part, figuring that he knows his body better. But…well, he had a theory about Erwin as a lover, and he wanted to test it.
So far, he is being proven even more correct than he had anticipated.
In no time at all, he’s pushing his hips back in time with the thrusts of Erwin’s hand.
“More,” he drools into the bedspread.
Attentive as ever, Erwin pushes another finger in alongside the first, coating more of that delicious wetness along Levi’s hole.
“Nghh,” he moans. It’s tight, and it hasn’t been long enough, but he’s looking over his shoulder and he can see Erwin’s cock hanging so heavy behind him, and he knows that there are two hands on his backside right now and he can’t reach it himself from this angle, and goddamn if his patience hasn’t long fucked off to somewhere far beyond the walls at this point.
“Three,” he slurs. Erwin slows.
“Are you su—”
“I want your fat fucking cock in me, okay? Give me three.”
With a growl and an extra dribble of whatever he’s using to ease his entrance, Erwin pushes in mercilessly with three fingers.
“A-ah! Fuck…fuck…you,” Levi whines. Erwin lets go a breathless chuckle.
“I’m working that way, Captain.”
Levi pushes back, forcing his way past the temporary discomfort to get to that liquid heat that spreads through his abdomen. When Erwin crooks his fingers just so, Levi’s found it.
“Oh—god—fuck!”
He’s dripping on the sheets now, and Erwin doesn’t look to be far behind.
“Erwin,” he manages, catching the other man’s attention easily.
“Hm?”
Levi is silent for a moment, long enough to make Erwin slow and hone in.
“Fuck me, now.”
Erwin doesn’t need any more encouragement to pull out of Levi with a lewd sound, leaving him gasping while he grabs the lubricant and slathers it on himself. Levi twists to watch him stroking himself up and down and his mouth waters. After what feels like an eternity, Erwin lines himself up at Levi’s hole and Levi thinks he may be dying for it.
“Okay?” Erwin asks.
“Yeah, c’mon,” Levi breathes.
It feels like penance when Erwin finally pushes in, like heavenly reward and punishment at the same time. Levi is breathless, uttering only short gasps as Erwin sinks in, in, in, slow and gentle, until finally he bottoms out with a loud groan.
Levi thinks he might be split in half already. But Erwin is considerate, holding himself still despite the urge he must be feeling to drive his hips forward into Levi’s lithe body. Levi tries and fails to catch his breath, thinking it must be getting trapped in his lungs by the monster cock stuffed in his body.
He can feel Erwin’s body at his back, and realizes that the man has leaned forward and is laying kisses on his shoulders, spine, and the back of his neck. His own shirt has been pushed above his head, arms trapped in the sleeves and held to the bed by one big hand on the fabric between them. The hand caressing his hip moves too, until it fondles and strokes at his cock. A broken moan slips through his lips.
“Good, good,” Erwin is murmuring. “Perfect, Levi. You feel so good.”
Levi tries to speak, tries to say that he’s not a fucking child and doesn’t need to be praised, but all that comes out of his mouth when he opens it is a pathetic whimper.
“Is this okay, b—Levi?”
“Mmngh.”
“It’s alright.” Erwin’s voice is nothing more than a rumble in Levi’s ear, deep and reassuring and dripping sex. “You’re okay.” The hand that was jerking his cock moves up and rubs small circles over Levi’s chest. A floodgate opens and suddenly Levi needs—and not just to be fucked, but also taken, claimed, and destroyed by Erwin.
“Move,” he gasps. “Erwin, move.”
Returning his hands to Levi’s hips, Erwin leans back to regain his bearings and then pulls back, slow and torturous, before thrusting back in. He sets a rhythm, neither slow nor fast, just rolling his hips and exploring Levi’s depth.
Levi tears the shirt from his arms and clenches his fists in the bedsheets, breathes through his teeth. The drag of Erwin’s cock against his walls has him on the verge of hysteria.
“Faster,” he growls.
Erwin breathes shakily and speeds up, hips slapping on bare skin as he pounds in.
“Mmnf, fuck,” Levi moans.
“You look…you look so good, Levi, damn,” Erwin grits. “I wish you could see the way your body takes my cock.”
Levi bites off a whimper, reaches underneath his body to tug at his balls.
“So fucking good for me,” Erwin growls.
Levi has started to rock back against Erwin, so much so that Erwin slows his thrusts to let Levi take charge. And he does, fucking himself on Erwin’s cock while the grip on his hips threatens to bruise.
Erwin moans low at the sight. It’s good, feels so good for Levi to slide himself back and forth on his Commander’s cock, but he finds that he misses the authoritative way that Erwin fucks into him.
“God…Levi…can I—”
“Yes,” Levi slurs too readily. “Yeah…you can do whatever.”
At that, Erwin gently pulls out.
“Oi, what the fuck?” Levi snaps, bratty. Erwin smirks, devilish, before placing a hand on the small of Levi’s back and pushing down, collapsing his knees so that he lies flat on his stomach. Then, he straddles his thighs and sinks back in.
Levi throws his head back, brows drawn together and mouth open in a silent shout. His knees bend as though to kick Erwin into motion from behind.
Erwin is now poised over him on all fours, knees apart, driving into his body from above. In this modified position, his head hangs just over Levi’s shoulder, and Levi doesn’t miss the opportunity to prop himself on one elbow, throw his hand backward to grab Erwin’s neck and twist to catch his mouth in a fierce, fiery kiss.
The way Erwin drives into him is—it’s so good, and it’s hitting an angle they didn’t have before. They can’t really close their lips around each other for the force of their rocking, so mostly they just breathe each other’s moans and lick haphazardly at each other’s mouths. Erwin can’t touch him like this—he’s holding his weight with both hands—but it doesn’t matter, because the position is driving Levi’s cock into the mattress with every thrust. He counteracts Erwin’s movements, grinding into the bed on his retreat and pushing his hips back to meet that sweet force.
“Goddamn…ah,” Levi moans when he can’t hold his tongue any longer. Erwin nuzzles behind his ear and latches on to the juncture between neck and shoulder.
“You like that?” he growls. “S’it feel good?”
“Ungh…yeah.” Levi is too far gone to not be completely honest. “S’fucking good…Erwin.”
Erwin moans low against his skin. “Say that again.”
Levi is tinged with embarrassment now, but Erwin is rubbing on his prostate with every thrust, so he ignores it.
“Erwin,” he moans in a voice so debauched that it’s both incidental and intentional. “You feel so fucking good, Erwin.”
“Levi, fuck,” he growls, and Levi thinks that may be the first time he’s heard the Commander curse so explicitly.
It’s because of me, he thinks deliriously. I’m making him feel like that.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. He wants more, and he wants it now.
Keeping his head turned so that Erwin can see his profile, Levi opens his mouth in a sinful gesture and drops his hand from Erwin’s neck, landing two of his fingers on the tip of his tongue and wetting them thoroughly before trailing down to rub a circle on his nipple, pinching and rolling it between them.
“Fuck me, Commander,” he whispers through the haze of pleasure already upon him. “Erwin…fuck me hard.”
Something cracks in Erwin’s eyes, and the way his arms flex where they form a cage around Levi should have been a warning.
Because he does as Levi requests, and fucks him hard. His hips snap forward, skin slapping. Levi doesn’t counterthrust anymore, he just takes the force of Erwin’s sex and lets it drive him forward, ever closer to the edge. The friction of the mattress against his cock is just right, and he feels it swell with his impending climax.
“Nghh, Erw—fuck—I’m gonna—” he breaks off with a whine.
“Come on, Levi,” Erwin drawls, nearly breathless. “Come for me.”
Then, he sinks his teeth into Levi’s shoulder.
“Erwin—!”
Levi comes with a strangled shout, spilling against his abdomen, arm giving out and collapsing him flat on the bed. Mercifully, Erwin releases him from his teeth when he falls.
His vision is nearly whited out, and his nerves are on fire, everything striking him tenfold. At the feeling of Erwin slowing his movements, though, Levi cranks his neck to look back.
“Don’t fucking stop,” he spits. “Come on. Finish inside me.”
It surprises him when Erwin pulls back and grabs his leg to flip him onto his back, but he doesn’t complain. Can’t, when Erwin enters him immediately and starts fucking as hard as he was before.
He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s glad he can watch Erwin’s face for this, as glorious as it is, red-cheeked with golden waves falling across his forehead. What he doesn’t expect is for Erwin, on the clear verge of climax, to drop to his mouth and kiss him with such a passion that his heart skips a beat and his spent cock twitches with interest. It’s only when Erwin goes rigid that Levi realizes he came while moaning into his mouth.
Now, he exhales shaky and Levi feels like he needs to catch his breath at the same time. They’re still close, noses brushing when Erwin lets his softened cock fall from Levi’s hole. He mourns the feeling of it immediately; catalogues the way it feels for Erwin’s seed to slowly slip from his body.
Extricating himself from between Levi’s legs, Erwin comes to rest beside him on the bed, holding himself up on an elbow next to raven-colored hair. With his fingertips, he lifts Levi’s chin and captures his lips in a kiss.
It’s soft—not like before, when they were all but trying to consume each other in a mad, lust-driven craze.
Now, Erwin sucks sweetly on Levi’s lips, touching the tip of his tongue against his, and Levi is held totally pliant in his hands.
“That was…not what I had anticipated for this evening.” Erwin has pulled back just enough to look into stormy grey eyes gone calm.
“Tch,” Levi scoffs. “Yeah, if I’d followed your lead I would’ve just left you in your office after the first kiss.”
Erwin’s mouth parts but no sound comes out for a moment. “I thought my advances would be unwelcome,” he says bashfully. “I didn’t want to drive you away.”
Levi quirks his mouth into a disapproving line.
“And,” Erwin adds reluctantly. “I was a little bit drunk.”
“Idiot,” Levi murmurs, pulling on Erwin’s neck to slot their lips together again. “Hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I’ve learned a thing or two,” Erwin says slyly against his mouth.
“Oh yeah? Want to prove it, Blondie?”
Erwin trails his lips down Levi’s jaw to kiss softly at his neck, tasting the sheen of sweat there.
“Levi.”
“Hm?”
“I don’t want this to just be a…one-time thing.”
Levi threads his fingers through damp golden locks and says nothing.
“You aren’t…this wasn’t just some itch to scratch, for me,” Erwin continues, finally raising his head to meet Levi’s steady gaze.
“Levi…I want you. I still do.”
Levi strokes his hair and peruses him for a moment before something clicks in his eyes, sending him over one side of whatever line he was straddling.
“Yeah,” he says simply. “Me too.”
The relief is palpable on Erwin’s face, and his smile is devastating.
“I’m glad.”
“Okay, now that’s out of the way,” Levi huffs, shoving at Erwin’s shoulder and pulling his body up in tandem to straddle Erwin’s waist where he lands on his back. “I think you were going to show me something, Commander.”
Erwin’s face is wonderstruck where he looks up at Levi, cock twitching against Levi’s backside at the sudden change in tone.
“Was I?”
“Yeah. It’s still early, and we have lost time to make up. And I want to ride that giant cock of yours into oblivion, if that’s alright with you.”
Erwin’s smirk is pure lechery at this point, and for a moment Levi can hardly believe that fortune has brought him here, to someone like Erwin Smith, into his bed and his heart. Maybe some things are still good, pure, after all. In the midst of everything.
“Of course. I’m yours to command, Captain.”