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“Can’t sleep.” Levi mumbles, though is loud enough for Erwin to hear. The barracks are too silent, anyway. Even the sound of Erwin’s pen against the paper has its own voice. The last one lifts his face to look at the thin silhouette on the doorframe, the candle light has a blind point after all. Erwin hums in approval so Levi knows he knows, and lets his ass fall on the couch brusquely. “What are you doing at this hour anyway? Didn’t you already finish the entire process of the last expedition?”
“I did, yes. I’m preparing a new plan for checking out tomorrow. They… they expect results.” Erwin replies, rubbing his own eyes and letting out a yawn silenced by his hand.
“Fuck’s sake, you’re going to be dry for the next departure with this rythm.”
“I think you don’t have a voice on the matter.” Erwin expreses sounding mildly irritated. It’s just… he doesn’t understand how much everyone needs him, not just that specific tack of papers but a constant improve from his end.. But Levi thinks he needs to take care of himself first, if not, how the fuck he wants to improve everything else?
“Just because you’re ten steps ahead doesn’t mean immortality” Levi declares, voice neutral. His fingernails are kind of long, he needs to cut them again. “Also saying that is for cowards, you listen to my opinions all the time.”
Erwin sighs. Maybe rolls his eyes. Whatever the situation, Levi doesn’t realize this. He stands up from the old couch and thanks to his own restless legs, he checks out every corner of the room accompanied by the sound of the boot heels. Erwin’s office is neat, commonly, because Levi takes care of it, even if it’s not his duty. He does… quite a lot of things for him, after all. Not just cleaning his office but his quarters and doing laundry and ironing some button shirts too.
“Am I your wife?” Levi asks loudly, speaking maybe too high for the current time, past midnight. Erwin thinks maybe Levi is playing with him, with the irritation, maybe he is also a little bit fucked up.
“Yes, Levi. You’re the most beautiful lady inside the wall.” When the silence is too much to bear, Erwin starts to reconsider if the question was like… for real. He looks at Levi, who is looking at the pile of books in the corner attentively with his arms closed. They make eye contact for an instant, Erwin’s confused heartbeat sounding loudly inside.
“Tch. Fucking pervert.” Levi mumbles under his breath, not looking at him “I’ll take a bath, then. Alone.”
But Erwin’s not too good at opposing things like this, when Levi’s tone is not exclusively threatening but also monotone at the same time. He possibly needed a break. And he is slightly mad by Levi’s attitude, as if the entire Corps wasn't dependent on him and his work.
“So would you like to be my wife?” Erwin asks nonchalantly, looking at the clear water around them. Levi’s body is completely visible but blurry by the occasional movement. His back’s constricting Erwin’s chest, but he doesn’t comment on it because the warmth created skin-to-skin is too nice to be cold again.
“Nah. I would divorce you like three days after the wedding.” Levi comments and Erwin is a little taken aback by this. He was not precisely a romantic type, but three days really? “Don’t get me wrong, I think we would be separated because I can be a pain in the ass and you would like some time alone.”
Erwin thinks about it for a few moments and then rearranges his massive body inside the tub. His ass was sliding against the ceramic, so in the process he pressed Levi’s chest with his arm. Their bodies collide against each other and Erwin takes the opportunity to put the hand around the front of his slender neck and give it a squeeze.
“Honestly, I would not let you go” Erwin smiles lightly, feeling Levi’s pulse point quicken. The other relaxes against him as if he was a couch or a mattress.
“You can’t say that. I would not be the stupid humanity’s strongest or something you can take advantage of.” Levi's hair is sticking to the base of his neck, Erwin observes the phenomena of water drops sliding on his skin like a madman. By luck Levi can’t see his creepy smile, the one that pops out in the middle of nothing more than a great discovery.
“Maybe not. But for me you aren’t just that, you know. I think I have been clear enough until now.” Erwin caresses his jaw, ears and cheeks, fingers leaving behind a trace of pink color. Was it the warm water? Or just his heart pumping blood like a maniac? Levi pouts.
“Whatever. Maybe I will return anyway.” Levi’s fingers get intertwined with his, the contrast is insane as if indicating the low probability of them to meet after all. Levi never dressed well and Erwin was too frigid to be considered a human sometimes.
There’s no use talking about those matters, knowing that couples of this kind could never get married to begin with, but they can pretend, even if the words get imprisoned deep in the water that later will flow among the earth as another small part of the universe.
Levi turns his face to the side and the other takes the opportunity to kiss him on the lips delicately. As the time passes and the back and forth between mapping mouths becomes more hurried, tongues and spit enter the game without rules. Levi huffs against his open mouth, suking for air once Erwin’s hand envelopes his already erect cock. He can delight himself visually from behind with Levi’s pink and shining flesh.
It’s notorious that the underwater touch made his head spin, body suddenly combusting under those strong arms, the arms that carry the world. The blonde pumps painfully slowly one, two, three times, perceiving the hot flesh sliding perfectly against his palm under the clear water. The liquid spurted from his cock is becoming mixed with some bubbles and soap. Levi’s so disgusted and so turned on with the view, that he starts to wiggle his ass, the winking hole already looking for the other’s desire deep below.
Erwin groans delighted, seeing Levi bending his knees to kneel in an easier position to rut against his already fully hard cock, letting it slide between the plump cheeks. His little feet, gums white, are visible through the troubled water caused by their rocking movements.
“Aren’t you tired?” Erwin asks, giving his flushed ass a hard squeeze, fingers leaving a mark. They’ve been on the tub for quite a while now, so Levi’s support spots become red.
“What? You can’t fuck with someone chronically tired?” The other replies, gasping at the sudden pain Erwin’s nails leave on his skin while he gives a deep massage to his butt.
“It’s not that. Maybe you’ll be more comfortable in bed.” Erwin mentions now delimiting his spinal bones, one by one. He's so thin but excessively strong, maybe that’s why so many people got tricked by his fragile appearance. He could kick Erwin’s ass and he would enjoy it. Levi arches against his hand, leaving parts of him open that wouldn’t be ever for someone else, not a chance. His sac is peeking out under his body, a pale little thing that Erwin needs to squeeze and suck.
“I’ll need another bath anyway. Don’t have—yur—patience…” Levi whispers, choking on his own pleasure when Erwin holds himself with one hand and lets the bulging head kiss his puckered skin. Levi puts a hand above Erwin’s on his shoulder that is keeping him in place to taste well the sensation of his precum on his hole.
It’s just the initial part, after all, Levi’s muscle relaxation takes some time. The head is entering forcefully now, disappearing inside Levi’s flesh as a fucktoy. Erwin looks at the entire spectacle feeling sparks of light on his balls, already blue and red and yellow and every possible color. Levi tenses, his intent to remain calm is physically visible, lungs working below that pale scarred skin. Erwin grips the waist as a lifeline with both hands, the urgency to just bury himself until the base is too dangerous and risky, covering every sense with lust as the sun goes behind the clouds before a storm.
“Are you ok? Tell me if you need—ah—whatever.” Erwin slurs under his breath, trying to remain in his place, looking at Levi’s asshole that tries to receive him as if he was a well known guest welcomed after some time. The puffed entrance is stretching, wider every second, winking against the heavy flesh until it’s halfway inside. Erwin thought before he was just tiny, that they would have to find another way or method to make love, but Levi had insisted and… this was quite a result, honestly. He impales himself on his cock as if he needs it to live, high-pitched moans poisoning the air.
It should burn, Erwin thinks, having sex without lube can be excessively painful. With this in mind he feels throbbing again when Levi starts to tremble, his own hand working on his neglected shaft and giving himself pleasure. Erwin’s mouth doesn’t expel any coherent thought, as he manages to pump himself inside Levi, masturbating from the thick base until his fist collides lightly against his sit spots.
Time seems to be something nonexistent and stupid, but Levi's thighs start to get tired, Erwin can feel the trembles on his own skin. He wants to say something but can’t talk with such fever dominating all his senses. So he stays where he is, feeling his toes curling as the fat crown lets out a few drops of warm precum inside. The water becomes so agitated that some of it spills on the floor. Levi looks at it but doesn’t say anything because he supports himself on the edge of the tub and starts to move slowly, in waves, dancing along the water, provoking something that resembles the ocean, just that they don’t know it exists yet.
Erwin is obligated to stay still, gaze fixed on his back, in the way all that flesh becomes his world little by little. Levi has a nice back and a nice ass, in general, even if some other people called him runt and squalid, a famine shorty. But Erwin always was ten steps ahead, and saw a little bird, one who can fly and fight in the air as if it was a second nature to his gentleness, the way he worries so much about everyone under his wings or even further. His smile, for Rose’s sake, was the cutest thing in the world, when his cheeks turn pink and plump so he can press his lips on them and— he has a terrifying urge to kiss him now, to eat his mouth as a feast. Wants to dominate his tongue, the way he shudders, how he moves…
Erwin had met so many people, kissed a lot of hands, looked at crowds in the eye, but no one could move him as intensely as Levi, the one who searches his gaze turning around his face, so his neck is constricted painfully while the heavy cock, furious in need of heat, disappears half inside the abused tunel. Erwin kisses Levi on the edge of his tiny mouth, a rude mouth, a caring mouth. He wants to drink him whole, taking him in his pocket to a home. Oh Levi, what are we doing here?
The rhythm is increasing. Levi can’t move much because he would spill every drop of water outside the tub, but he contracts . Erwin didn’t know he could do that volunteeringly. Levi milks him using his bowels, trying to suck everything he has to give until the time stops and feels the tugging movement before the spurting. Sounds so desperate like that, just for him, for him, for him.
Erwin grunts seeing the way Levi squirts on the water, spilling the seed on the clear liquid. Words of affirmation follow, little cock is squirming painfully under Erwin’s broad hand, who is massaging him while riding his own orgasm with smooth movements until it ends. There’s no rush right now, so they move together just because they can, because it feels right. Erwin kisses his salty neck that tastes like soap and the scent that is so distinctively and exclusively Levi that he’s sure would recognize it without any need for eyes or ears.
“I can do your hair if you’re tired.” Erwin feels him nod, so he gets sure that Levi is clean and content so he can get out the tub first. He said hair , but washes his neck too, putting some pressure on his shoulders that drops with the contact of his thumbs. He also soaps Levi’s biceps and breasts, palming those as if he was made of clay, needed to be molded and loved.
“Thanks.” Levi mumbles. Erwin lets him be when he finishes washing himself, his own cock flaccid and content, and even feels it twitch under the view of Levi’s flushed ass and neck, water drops sliding everywhere and reaching corners he always dreams with. When Levi goes out the bathroom, it's as if some spell had been dissipated.
Erwin likes him too much to be something healthy, thinks while changing the sheets of his own bed, because he knows Levi will know, so better to skip the part where the other scolds him. He relaxes looking at the nothingness of his room, reminding himself how he keeps doing this, the infinite pursuit of the truth and will of his father, putting all the weight on his shoulders. Never was a problem before, letting go of so many great things in his life. Otherwise, if he chooses differently, he knows that joy wasn't made for people like him. Even if Levi’s life became his own, he can’t desist. He will do what he’s meant to anyway.
When Levi enters his room, Erwin is sleeping deeply, snores filling the room with his hand extended to his side of the bed, as if he wanted to feel Levi when he arrived.
It would be too easy, Levi thinks, to live like that until we die.