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Sometimes I see my father. Or rather, his ghost. He wakes me at night, leaving an imprint of his hand on my hair. He did that when I was a kid. He told me stories with that mystical voice of his. Then he would pat my head lovingly and leave my room full of dragons and weird creatures, with some kind of magic trapped inside the walls. I sometimes see the same creatures going around the room, the marks of paws on my desk. I smile.
What’s so funny?, Levi asks while he's mopping my dirty disgusting floor. I look at him with the same expression. Levi was very good at doing that, keeping the unexpected smiles that came from my memories.
Sorry, I just remembered something , I answer while my hand moves automatically across the paper: Erwin Smith, 13th Commander of Survey Corps, I approve of the next arrival of 3DMG pieces, that consists in… I promise it’s not because of you.
Fine, who cares anyway , he says in a sassy way. He keeps doing his things as if I wasn’t there. The evening is calm, silent until it’s not. Someone interrupts the smooth sound of the mop, of my hand against the papers, the sheets making noise while I read the front and then the back with a frown. What the fuck, Shadis.
Commander, here’s the report sent by the Consul Willblower, sir . The guy says, passing just through the fresh clean floor. He looks as if he shit his pants when he realizes Levi is behind him with a death glare. I’m so-so-sorry, sir, Captain! I just didn’t saw y-
Just get out, brat, you’ll leave your boots on my floor . Levi starts the task again when the kid leaves. I look at the scene with a weird feeling inside me. Levi could be rough sometimes, but he has a good heart. The bored expression is just a facade. Nobody knows how warm he can be, and that gives me some sort of pride. What? Did you shit your pants too?
Well, I guess I did but not because I’m scared. I say with the most straight face I can. Levi looks so disgusted and that finally makes me chuckle. Levi shook his head like he’s disappointed in me. He keeps moping as if I didn’t know he is smiling too. He does that with his mouth, a very soft curve, just as the one of his…
Just finish with your mess already , he says with his back turned, I’m really stressed today.
Levi saying he was stressed was an understatement, of course. The both of us know it very well. Levi takes his herbs at this time of the month, more or less the last days of it. It’s even marked on some sort of calendar he keeps under the pillow, the only pillow we share. That was also a kind of lie, because Levi commonly doesn’t sleep in the bed. He does it in times like this, when he finishes his day really, really tired. At other times, he keeps his eyes open until the sun starts to rise. He sleeps like a cat, with an alert state always active. You are just so fucking carless, Erwin. Someone could just broke the window and cut this big head of yours, you big oaf.
Clearly, Levi says all those kinds of names when he is actually worried, so I leave him to rant about how my snoring can wake up everyone in a ratio of two kilometers. I chuckle behind my fist, listening to that voice, actively picturing his voice in other situations, other more pleasurable situations.
Ah, fucking hell! Levi says, making a fist in my hair. It really hurts, and I think that’s why I hump into my own clothes. I can feel myself leaking on the floor while I grip the back of his thighs with my hands. His skin is so creamy it makes me groan. Every single hair of his is so soft. I leave a kiss on his navel, touching his legs as if I was making some kind of bread. He likes it, and I know it because he makes that sound, one that resembles a purr, and I also know it is not my imagination because he blushes just after that, and looks at me with some kind of reproach.
Are you really that uncomfy? I ask, and then I suck my own lips. He’s really looking as if he's going to pass away, his eyes can’t even open and his mouth, to the contrary, is slightly open and breathing quickly. His taste is kind of salty, different from my own cum. Is in fact, really different. It 's so Levi. The thought almost made me come. I use a hand to grip the base of my own arousal, feeling it pulse in a brilliant red, the head giving up some pearls. I got back to my own task because if not I would just explode looking at such an image: Levi with his legs open on the edge of the bed, wearing only the bolo tie, God bless me, whoever he is.
‘m so… close… Levi pants, making circles with his hips against my pointed tongue, specially made for his pleasure. I start to moan in a way I just know he knows he can cum in my face, while my fist starts doing its own job. Months and months and even years together, doing things to each other, discovering some fructiferous things about us, make me predict the pressure on my ears when Levi comes and leaves my head bracketed between his thighs. It’s in fact, a really nice pressure, because my cock throb and some part of Levi’s pants get stained with sticky white lines. I grip myself with one hand, and the other went to his taint, just making a little massage to his other hole. He relaxes his legs, but his little cock keeps throbbing in my mouth, filling itself with the sensation of my rogue tongue. I get sure to massage other parts, liking him clean, just as I know he enjoys himself fully. He felt my thumb on his perineum, and reopened his legs, supporting his feet on the edge of the bed.
Agh… shit… that’s so good, he says, gently rubbing his ass on my hand. I kiss the back of his leg, trying to suck a dark mark. My cock is softening slowly, and when he finishes I take the hint to leave him be and just throw myself by his side. He gets really comfortable with me as he uses my arm as a pillow. Yours is really fucking stiff, I don’t know how you can sleep in it.
We are talking about the pillow, right? I asked, and he punched my flank. It was so worth it. I laugh weakly, the moment fresh in my head.
Another memory? He asks, lovingly. You’re such an old man, y’know.
Maybe I am, I say, seeing stars on the ceiling, dinosaurs and other impossible images, and animals, and landscapes. In the lull of my own sleep, I think about really stupid and mystical stories. I can perceive Levi’s hand in my stomach, just enjoying the contact. It’s really nice, when someone is touching your skin without any kind of particular intention other than the simple act of doing it. He does it thinking I’m already asleep. I really don’t want to interrupt him, because if I move he would do his “tsk” and would stop. So I leave him be.
Sometimes I would like to know what are you thinking so hard about, he whispers in my arm, I guess someday I will find out.
I think about my father, about my father and the truth behind our fragile, short existence. I think Levi would understand, because he can say how I feel better than myself at some moments. Levi knows my heart as much as I know his.
I think that’s just enough.