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It had only been a week since Erwin had left for an interstate trip but Levi was already missing him too much for his liking. Never had Levi been as fond of someone in the way that he was fond of Erwin. Taking his mind off his partner wasn't easy, either. Levi saw Erwin's eyes in the gentle blue of the sky and his hair in the light rays of golden hour. Twice in the past week, Levi had huffed about the beauty of the clear sky and closed the blinds under the thought that the hue was teasing him, reminding him that again tonight he would fall to sleep alone.
Levi had met Erwin at the college where they both worked. Levi, a janitor. Erwin, a professor. Never had Levi been particularly fond of education, his upbringing was in a suburb mostly neglected by the world. While Levi did graduate from highschool with good grades, he had no intention to continuing to study. Instead, he focused on his cleaning business. In a surprisingly small amount of time, he had a demanding client list. It took him until his late 20s to find something more stable when he was offered a job at the local college doing that same cleaning work he had loved doing.
It had been in the first week that Levi ran into Erwin. The professor seemed to think it was worthy stopping to speak to the new janitor. At first Levi had been struck by how handsome Erwin was. Then noticing the name badge, he had asked,
"What's your field?"
"Ancient history." The blonde had replied with a soft smile, "more specifically, ancient language. My work focuses on trying to revive the long lost Eldian language."
"Revive a language that only you'd be able to speak?" Levi had asked, half jokingly. Though Erwin's laugh was genuine, erupting in a way that made Levi's cheeks burn.
"Well if we had the language, we could translate old texts. It would be fascinating to see what they say."
Levi was impressed, though, he wasn't impressed often and didn't tend to know how to respond to such a thing. Other than his dry humour which, it seemed, the professor liked.
"Well when you translate them, I hope they're more interesting than an ancient family's grocery list."
Again, Erwin had laughed,
"If it is as mundane as a grocery list, you'll be the first I read it to and you can make fun of me then."
It had taken half a year for Erwin to ask Levi out on a proper date. Until then, he'd shown up with campus coffee and tea and spoke to Levi until he had a class to lecture. Days where Erwin was absent seemed duller, less full of colour, and so Levi had been keen to see him out of working hours. As expected, Erwin still dressed like a professor even when out at a dinner. A full suit of some colour that would make his eyes bluer comparative with a funky tie that Levi tended to make fun of. Levi had fallen for him much quicker than he had ever expected of himself. He was let into Erwin's world.
There, he met Miche.
It was quite obvious to Levi that Miche and Erwin had a natural chemistry. Their banter was unmatched, their history was long and their trust was deep. What else could one look for in a partner? So Levi had asked Erwin if there had been anything there, to which Erwin denied. Though, Levi could see it. More than that, he could appreciate it. Despite being committed to Erwin, loving him more than anyone else, Levi wasn't as possessive as he expected himself to be.
It would all change one evening at a party.
Hange's birthdays were always wild. While the loud music and flashing lights weren't Levi's typical scene, he'd had his fair share of strangely named cocktails and decided the buzz wasn't that bad. He and Erwin had made their way out the back where Levi had eagerly kissed the blonde until they had been interrupted by Miche. It only took two lines of their banter before Levi finally cracked.
"How long have you been keen on Erwin, Miche?"
The taller man had frozen up instantly, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
"You're mistaken--"
"I don't think I am. But that's your choice."
Erwin gaze had turned to him, soft and confused. Levi threw his hands up in the air, "just fucking kiss if you want to."
It seemed like they did want to, if the whimper of Erwin's name from Miche's lips as they collided were any indication.
Never had Levi felt as if he'd been replaced. In fact, the addition of Miche to their day-to-day only brought them all closer. Levi was rather fond of Miche, though, he didn't love him the same way he loved Erwin. The three were undeniably close, intense in their trust and stability. One night Levi had been on Erwin's lap as they watched a movie, an arm thrown around Erwin's shoulders so Levi could kiss at his neck. The door had slammed shut a little harder than usual and, scowling, Levi had turned to look at Miche but held back his gripes as the man had a miserable expression to him. Throwing himself onto the couch next to Erwin with a heavy thud, Miche had groaned into the pillows,
"How do I talk to women?!"
To which Levi had snorted unhelpfully,
"You've watched me go down on Erwin, you think I know anything about women?"
From the pillow Miche continued to grumble,
"Erwin is bi."
"My last girlfriend did cheat on me." Erwin reminds him, just as unhelpful as Levi. "Nanaba on your mind?"
"Yes." The word is muffled by the pillow, "why did I think you two would be of any help?!" Miche grunts, turning himself around to face the couple.
Miche's dusty green eyes were quick to analyse the scene before him, as if he hadn't seen their position when he had entered the apartment. Levi knew the moment that Miche saw the soft bite marks he'd been leaving in Erwin's neck as something turned in their companion's eyes. Levi unbuttoned the top of Erwin's shirt, teasing Miche by observing,
"Doesn't take much to distract you from your sulking, does it?"
Miche raised an eyebrow at Levi, sitting up as if to be at attention, bringing himself a little closer.
"Can you blame me for wanting to be distracted...?" Miche had asked him, leaning in closer to get a better look at the marks on Erwin's throat. "I'm having my heart slowly broken by a woman who doesn't even know how I feel. Of course I want a distraction."
Erwin looked between the two of them, wondering how far of a step this would be.
Turns out, a leap would be an understatement.
It had been the first night they'd shared between the three of them. Until that point, Miche had watched from the sidelines or egged one of them on. To be in the action, in among the sweat and the sounds, Miche found himself at home. Though Erwin was the bridge between the three of them, it was clear as day that Levi and Miche were more keen on each other than they had been letting on. Erwin has found such joy in watching his best friend and his lover bicker before exploring one another with a wanton need. Both of them knew that Miche's heart was with Nanaba. They could see a future between the two of them, everyone could, Nanaba was just slower to the realization. Miche was patient, though, in need of company other times. Levi and Erwin's services were to help with exactly that.
Although on this weekend in particular, it was getting lonely without Erwin around. Seven days, Levi reminded himself, with fourteen more. The double digits of the countdown to Erwin's return was frustrating, Levi missed Erwin in ways that made him internally cringe. It was time to admit, to himself at least, that he was not immune to love. That Erwin had a grasp on him like no other. That Miche was a fine addition to what they had together. Though Levi hadn't expected Miche to come around that night, they did not often spend time with just the two of them.
Usually Levi scowled at people who showed up unannounced but Miche had done so with tea. It was a cherry blossom tea that Levi had wanted to try for a while and, so, he'd only given Miche half a scowl. A scowl that turned into a fond roll of his eyes when Miche proudly admitted,
"Erwin said that would work."
"I'll send Erwin my thanks, then."
"It was my money!" Miche retorted, being quick to defend himself.
"And Erwin's idea." Levi bites back before his tone softens, "did you want a tea?"
"Nah. I'll take one of Erwin's beers. What he doesn't know can't hurt him."
Levi snorts a laugh at that, picking one of the cans from the fridge and throwing it to Miche who catches it effortlessly.
The two had always been good in their silence. Levi patiently waiting for the kettle to boil before he brewed the sakura tea, taking a few moments to treasure the scent of it. It was distinctly sweet and reminded Levi of the first few weeks of spring. Miche was quick to crack open the can and make himself at home on the couch. Unlike Erwin, Miche had an incredibly readable face. In the golden hour light of the afternoon, Miche's expression was distinctly conveying annoyance. The pinch of his brow and scrunch of his nose. As Levi stirred the tea, he had to ask,
"What is it?"
"You know that stupid word guessing game? Where there's a word of the day? I can't seem to get it."
Levi didn't bother with such trends himself but he had heard about it.
"Always start with the word audio. It's mostly vowels so it makes for a good foundation for the next play."
"Huh. I always start with the word penis."
"Why?"
"Funny."
Levi could only scoff. Of course Miche would find such a thing funny.
Levi poured himself a mug of the tea once it had brewed, his mugs for tea were much larger than the other mugs in the house. It was a point of banter, with Erwin often saying that he would make Levi "a bowl of tea". It was perfect, though. Levi tended to get through the mug without it going lukewarm. Miche was in his designated spot, though, he was also awkwardly splayed out across where Erwin would sit. Levi took his spot on the couch, a keen eye on his laptop screen.
"This was good timing on your part." Levi tells him, watching the man crane his neck back to look up at Levi with a curious gaze, "I'm meant to have a video call with Erwin soon."
"Cool. Can't wait to tell that dork that I kinda miss him."
Levi simply hummed in agreement, watching Miche struggle with the word game on his phone. Sure enough the word PENIS was entered on the top slot with none of the letters matching. Beneath that Miche had SCOWL which Levi had assumed he'd inspired. From there were a bunch of half assed words with letters that had already been eliminated, random guesses thrown in with annoyance until the answer revealed itself. GUAVA.
"What a stupid fucking word." Miche muttered under his breath, only for Levi to unhelpfully remind him,
"Audio would have helped."
There was only ten minutes until Erwin had meant to be scheduled to call Levi. They spent that ten minutes in comfortable silence, with Miche flicking through games on his phone that he only seemed to play until an advert popped up. In which case he would close the app entirely and find a different one to open. Levi was mindlessly scrolling through the local grocery stores online catalogues for more tea. Once he was in a mood for it, Levi wanted to try whatever new that he could find. Sipping from the mug, Levi hummed in satisfaction at the taste. The hot liquid carried a taste of salt with an undertone of plum, it soothed through Levi's throat and send a warm rush through him. Without even realizing, he sunk into the couch a little further as his eyelids dropped shut.
Tea had always been an escape for Levi. A safe, warm place that grounded him. So it scared him half to death to wake him from his laptop, the annoyingly shrill tone of receiving a call. Before he could move towards it, it seemed that Miche had reached a long arm over to accept the call. Quickly Levi had blinked his eyes rapidly enough to wake him and he was so very glad he did. On the laptop screen was Erwin, not in perfect 4K but in enough quality for his beauty to be near impeccable. The sight of him only made Levi's heart crave him more.
"Levi, hi..."
Oh, that voice. Erwin's voice lived in Levi's mind, more notably present in his dreams and fantasies. Levi had awoken recently in the morning to his boxers sticky with pre-come. A phenomenon that Levi had previously declared was a filthy and off-putting biological function.
"Hi..." Levi says back, clutching his mug as if it would help him get over the butterflies that were swarming in his stomach.
"Hi to me too, Erwin!" Miche spoke up, finally sitting himself upright,
"Oh hey Miche, sorry, you were out of frame." Erwin admitted, "it's a wonderful surprise seeing you together."
It's wonderful seeing you. Levi thought.
"What're you doing this evening?" Erwin asks, the red dusting on his cheeks giving away that he was blushing.
"Not much." Levi tells him, "cleaning."
Although a majority of the afternoon he had been cleaning, he had spent the last half an hour counting down the minutes to their video call.
"I brought Levi some tea." Miche tells Erwin, not having moved from where he had been resting on the couch.
"Oh wonderful. Very thoughtful, Miche."
"I already told him it was your idea." Miche admitted, laughing at how Erwin gave a brief expression of confusion,
"You could have run with it and taken the credit." Erwin laughed back, looking to where Levi shook his head,
"I would have been suspicious." It was natural how Levi's tone got softer when he spoke to Erwin, "it's a very you thing to do."
Erwin's little smile had the power to make the sun rise in Levi's life.
"So how's it taste?"
"It's really nice." Levi says at the exact same time that Miche says,
"Dunno, haven't tried it."
To which the blonde suggested,
"Well, for a balanced review, maybe you should try it Miche."
"Alright. I will."
Levi had just taken a other sip when Miche had taken Levi's face in his large hand and guided Levi to look at him. It was likely only a few short moments but Levi noticed so much detail in such a brief time. The dirty green of his eyes were rather fleckled. The formation of his facial hair was immaculate. He was quite handsome and rather endearing. Levi had not expected Miche to guide him into a kiss but he did just that. The raven's eyes slipped shut almost immediately, parting his lips to let Miche lick up into his mouth. The taller man tastes like the bitter wheat flavour of Erwin's beers, a taste that Levi associates with Erwin himself. Miche sunk his teeth into Levi's lower lip and dragged it out, letting it go to watch the satisfying way it bounces back into place.
Levi's heavy eyelids opened again to see Miche looking awfully proud of himself before turning back to the laptop,
"It's saltier then I expected." Miche admits, looking a bit offended, "I thought because the blossoms were pink, it'd be more like a strawberry flavour."
Levi shakes himself awake from the trance of the kiss,
"If I wanted something that tasted like strawberry, I would have gotten that."
Making eye contact with Erwin again was a mistake. The blonde was star struck, watching his boyfriends engage in something he so awfully wanted to be a part of.
"Cat got your tongue, Erwin?" Levi purred, having pulled his self esteem back together. As if emphasising how surprised it was, Erwin's mouth opened to retort but quickly closed it.
Eventually, with a dark and husky voice, Erwin admits, "hell... I've missed you two..."
Levi wishes he could reach through the screen and drag Erwin into their living room. It was such a pretty time of day, with the setting sun painting watercolours of pink and purple across the horizon. Miche and Levi sat in the warmth of Levi's and Erwin's apartment, the room dark enough that it almost looked as if the whole thing had been set up to look romantic. Miche was looking between the two of them almost slyly.
"You'd like that taste, Erwin." Miche tells him, seeming proud at how Erwin's breath hitched. The taller man shifted a little closer to the laptop and holding the can of beer up to the camera, "though, I imagine Levi enjoyed that more." The rush of heat to his cheeks made Levi hyper-aware that Miche had read him, "I taste like you."
That was the breaking point for Levi, he'd tried to remain unmoved by it but Miche was making an awfully good point.
"The bastard ain't wrong." Levi leans back a little with his arms crossed,
"I might just have to admit..." Erwin reaches off camera to find something before bringing it into view. A small green box that Levi almost immediately identified as peppermint tea. "I don't even drink it sometimes, I just brew it because it smells like you're here with me..."
Levi bit down on his lower lip but Miche was quick to scoff adoringly,
"You sentimental fucker."
Despite the breeze of the evening being light, drafting through the crack in the window, the air between them was heavy. Tension weighed it down. The sort of tension that Levi had come to enjoy, the precursor to nights memorable and intimate.
Only, now, Erwin was hundreds of miles away.
"How much...?" Levi asked, almost a little sheepishly. Erwin cocked his head the way he tended to when he was uncertain, Levi found it to be quite cute. "How much do you miss us?"
Erwin blinked a few times, wetting his lips with his tongue, avoiding eye contact with the laptop screen.
"Quite a bit." He seemed to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"You're tense, too." Miche observes, he'd always had a keen eye for such things, "wound up tight, you need a massage or something man."
"Mhmm. That sounds nice." Erwin huffs a laugh, "business trip, though. I must spend my days working."
"It's out of hours now." Miche reminds him,
"Everything's closed." Erwin rebuttals,
"I'm not suggesting you go anywhere."
Levi caught on immediately but Erwin was a little slower to do so. Quickly joining in on the idea, Levi chimed in,
"Sit back, Blondie." Levi instructed, melting a little inside when Erwin did so immediately, "we'll run you through it."
"Put your thumbs, both of them, by the back of your neck..." Miche tells him, watching Erwin follow each instruction,
"Just below the skull." Levi adds quickly,
"Then press gently down, apply that pressure in circular motion..." Both watched as Erwin's eyes fluttered shut,
"Work your way down." Levi says, mouth a bit dry at how Erwin craned his neck. That's when the first moan escaped his lips, clearly finding a sensitive point and digging into it.
"Mhm... feels good..." Erwin pushes his fingers beneath the collar of his shirt, his hands put in direct contact with his skin.
"How good...?" Miche's tone had dropped an octave lower, Levi's eyes widened when he noticed Miche was just as aroused.
"Really good..." Erwin whines again, clearly unaware of how leud it sounds. It's not until he opens his eyes to the laptop screen where Miche and Levi must look as aroused as they feel.
"Ya know what else would feel good Erwin?" Miche asks in a way that is suggestive of trouble. "Take that fat cock of yours into your hand."
Next to him, Levi had grunted half out of surprise but half our of agreement. The wicked look Miche shot his way only excited Levi further. The smallest of them nodded,
"It's after working hours, after all."
"Oooh if Lil' Fella agrees." Miche sits back and Levi gets a glimpse of the growing tenting of Miche's pants. As he shifts in his seat, his large hand does grasp his cock as he maneuvers it into a more comfortable spot. The aroused sound was more like a hefty sigh through Miche's nose "C'mon Ervy..."
"Only you'd wrap me into something like this, Miche..." It's a mix between a scold and an observation.
"If you're too chicken you could just watch..." Miche hitched a leg up onto the couch so he could clearly show his groin. The slide of his large palm moving over the tent in the fabric. Miche lets his head drop back a little, stimulating himself through his jeans. Levi's mouth runs dry at the sight. While Erwin was the bridge between the two men, Levi did appreciate Miche at this level too. His much smaller hand reaching over to join Miche's, feeling the hardening length through denim. When Levi looked up to meet Miche's gaze, the bigger man surged forward to catch Levi in a kiss. When he eventually pulled back, he screwed his face up,
"Not sure about that tea."
On the lonelier nights, the ones where he though maybe touching himself would be an efficient form of stress relief, Levi had struggled to bring himself to climax. His hand wasn't Erwin's. His moans weren't Erwin's. His own company wasn't Erwin's. It was always him that Levi craved. Erwin, Erwin, Erwin. Right now, though, Erwin wasn't there. He seemed worlds away, only blessing Levi through a screen. It would be enough, without a doubt, those worlds would cease to separate them. The intense focus of Levi's stare had been at Miche but Levi had looked over to the computer. Erwin was leant in to the screen, his lower lip between his teeth, his perfect blue eyes flushed dark with arousal.
"Miche is right..." Levi didn't often admit to that, nor did he use the same sort of vulgar language but he repeated it regardless, "join us, Win... take that fat cock into your hand..."
Next to him, Miche moaned. A large hand cupping Levi's nape to drag him into a kiss. This one was much deeper and Levi found himself whining into Miche's dominating mouth. The interlock of their lips only interrupted by the distinct sound of a belt being unbuckled and a fly being unzipped.
Erwin had given in to them.
Sat back on the couch, his dress shirt haphazardly pulled from the confines of his dress pants. The belt and fly lay open, pushed aside and out of the way, to make enough space for Erwin to pull himself from his boxers. The video call would never be able to do Erwin's cock justice but, regardless, Levi felt a sharp pang of need. Looking big even in Erwin's large palm, the member was flushed red and the top smeared with pre-come.
"Ahh, there you are big boy..." Miche hummed, low and smug. Mirroring Erwin, he'd pulled himself from his jeans. It left only Levi but Levi would wait for the right moment. For now, his focus was on Erwin and Miche and their pleasure.
Erwin held such authority in his job. It was a high ranking position. In the day to day, he lead teams of people. So it was awfully endearing to see him like this, covering half his face with his hand, cheeks bright red, as he started to get himself off. Besides him, Miche was doing the same. Shuffling a little closer, Levi made sure Erwin could hear his request.
"Spit on your hand, Win. Make sure you make your cock feel wet." Erwin did so, a confused expression mixing with the way his brow furrowed in pleasure. How could someone so big, so present, so commanding, look so fucking cute? Levi didn't keep him waiting for an answer, telling him to," just watch..." Before leaning in to Miche's lap.
Both Miche and Erwin were big. That would be both an understatement and a specific point of joy for Levi. Both the same in length, nearly, they mostly differed where Erwin was a little thicker. It made Miche just a little easier to fit in his mouth, Levi had learnt. Quick in taking as much of Miche into his mouth as he could, Levi bobbed his head efficiently with the hollow of his cheeks. The older man grunted, throwing his head back, letting a deep rumbling laugh escape him,
"Shit, Erwin, you really should be here..." Miche teases, "he misses you enough to go down on me."
While it was true that the three of them were intimate, it was usually through Erwin. To explore each other in this way wasn't common but it was just as good.
"I miss him too..." Erwin's chest had begun to heave as the strokes of his fist became more erratic and needy, "I miss you both, hell, how am I gonna survive the next two weeks?"
The reminder of the time frame only spurred Levi on. Additionally encouraged by the sounds of both his lovers and Miche's hand in his hair, Levi found it easy to slack the tension in his jaw to take more of Miche in. The cock heavy on his tongue, filling the small space of his mouth with such ease that Levi knew he could choke on him. So he focused on the depths of his sucks, the consistency of them, dragging moans from Miche. At some point Miche's hand had anchored in Levi's hair, the large man lifting his hips to fuck up into Levi's mouth. The mass of Miche's length was unavoidable, the head of his cock pressing into the back of Levi's throat. It was so much, so big, so filling. Levi knew tears would be beading from his eyes, threatening to spill over with each thrust of Miche's hips,
"Fuck, he's fucking good..." Miche tells Erwin, Levi so desperately wished he could see his boyfriend on the monitor.
"He is..." Levi could hear Erwin drawl, "such a good boy."
That? Well. That was the beginning of the end for Miche. Levi was. He was a good boy, Erwin's good boy. To prove that very thing, he let go of any restraint, letting Miche fuck into his mouth unforgivingly until the large man emptied. Levi's mouth quite quickly flooded with Miche's spend, a different sort of salty to the lingering taste of cherry blossom tea. Levi swallowed it all before popping off the head of Miche's now softening cock and throwing his head back, desperate to catch his breath. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, he could feel them cool in the evening breeze while he heaved for more air.
The way Levi had sat back, head craned to look up at the roof as his chest raised high and sunk deep with each breath, he looked straight out of a model's catalogue. The gentle fall of his bangs over his face, the shine of the sweat in the golden hour light, Levi looked as if he had been designed by gods. Simply divine. Miche shifted a little closer, nuzzling his nose into Levi's throat and giving him a few quick kisses to the crook of his neck.
"How does he smell?" Erwin asked and Levi quickly turned his direction back to the screen. He watched the motion of Erwin's arm, the flex of muscle under his shirt at the bottom of the monitor, his large hand edging himself closer and closer to pleasure. Miche hums as he contemplates,
"The usual, pine and lavender... but there's something else there..."
"What is it?" Erwin barely croaked out, the sound going right to Levi's cock.
"He smells desperate." Miche damn near purred, the teasing earned.him a fond smack to the shoulder. Feigning offense, Miche exclaims, "what?! You do! You reek of unsatisfaction... of craving... what do you crave so badly that I can almost taste it..?"
The wordless response was enough, the look to Erwin. The blonde falters in the stroking of his length, seemingly quite appreciative of the sentiment. Miche says just loud enough for Erwin to hear, "admit to it, Levi... what has you feeling like this?"
The burning feeling in Levi's gut was undeniably good. It simmered in such a way that Levi felt hot in the confines of his clothes. Eyes locked with Erwin's. Still he kept silent. Miche's warm hand came to rest on Levi's thigh, slowly dragging it's way down until Miche could cup the palm of his hand and take Levi's length in his hold. The sudden friction sent sparks through Levi, the smaller man trying to grind up into Miche's hand but he was stopped with a teasing,
"Not until you admit to why you smell so desperate...? What's got you so worked up...?"
Levi gave in, Erwin's gaze was too much to combat.
"Erwin..." Levi admits, voice clear but not loud. Instead, deep and husky and eager to spill his inner thoughts, "I miss him, I miss his laugh and his smile. I miss how he talks and how he moves. I miss his body, I want him every way I can..." Finally Miche gives him the generosity of properly feeling him up through his pants, Levi cries out and rolls his hips, chasing the pleasure that floods through each of his limbs. It did look pathetic, Levi fucking himself against Miche's hand.
"Mhm you mean that too, don't you? You always look so pretty at Erwin's mercy on those rare nights..." Miche reminds him, eyes dark in arousal. It was true that Levi tended to prefer to top but some nights required something else. This night a wonderful surprise and a perfect example.
"Miche..." Erwin's voice caught both their attentions, though Miche didn't let it stop the palming of his hand over Levi's hard on. "You're always such trouble."
"Mhm the both of you love me for it." They did, both scoffing a laugh in unison. Only for Erwin to admit,
"'m close..." The blue of his eyes was distinctly glazed over, past the point of no return. Miche responded by fishing Levi's cock from the confines of his jeans, pumping the length in beat to how Erwin was. Levi's thighs shook, he threw his head back with a cry.
"Fuck, 'Win, just come home..." He asks, his tone a little more desperate.
"Soon, Levi, darling, soon I promise..." Erwin's whole body shook in sync to the rhythm that he thrusted into his own fist, "I can't wait to get home, I'll fuck you so good you'll forget your own name, I'll do whatever you want me to do, Levi--"
"Anything." Levi was on the idea of pleading, "anything and everything, Win..."
Miche's hand was so generous to Levi, giving long strokes, his thumb playing with the slit of Levi's head. Only letting go to wipe the bead of pre-come off the pad of his finger. With a content hum, Miche admitted,
"I like this more then the tea."
Erwin half moan, half laugh was one of the most precious things Levi had ever heard. The stars on the back of his eyelids didn't match Erwin's beauty, nor Miche's. For the first time, it dawned on him in this moment of dusk that he had been blessed to have both these men in his life.
"You close, Lee?" Levi didn't like the nickname but Miche always said it with such confidence. He grasped the couch, his knuckles whitening as he chokes on his own breath,
"Yeah..." The build up was always his favorite part, where it felt as if he were balancing on a ledge awaiting the fall.
"When I say..." Erwin tells him, his voice still commanding despite the uneven rasps of his breath. Miche took that to be a challenge on Levi's behalf, doing whatever he could to try and get the smallest of them to finish before Erwin told him. Whether that was pinching at his nipples through his shirt or breathing hot on his neck, Levi did his best to keep himself in check.
It was so difficult. His cock ached, his heart raced. Sweat coated his forehead and his limbs felt as if they were alight. Desperately, he tried to choke out a "please" but it didn't come out right, simply broken syllable. With his eyes slammed shut, Levi let himself fuck into Miche's hand but biting down furiously on his lip until Erwin finally gave him permission,
"Come." As if a direct command. One that Levi followed to perfection. As his back arched and his toes curled, he let out a cry of Erwin's name. Come spattering on himself but mostly on Miche's hand. Despite the haze of bliss to his vision, he opening his eyes to watch Erwin finish at the same time. The pretty blonde's hand dripping with come but also having landed on his shirt. The beautiful purple shade sporting drops of Erwin's come, the business man sat back, completely spent.
Between the three it was silence for a while, silence accompanied by desperate heaves for breath. Eventually Miche broke said silence with an exhausted laugh,
"What would you two do without me?" It's awfully smug but it's clear he's only teasing. Groaning, Levi shakes himself awake from the post-climax daze.
"I'd have fucked my own hand." Levi bites back, equally teasing. Miche pokes his tongue out a little and, without missing a beat, Levi gestures to Miche's hand where his come lies spattered, "might as well use that for something productive."
And Miche does, keeping heavy eye contact as he lets his tongue trail over his knuckles, dipping between his fingers, sucking lewdly at his hand. From the laptop they hear a groan,
"You two will be the death of me." Erwin tells them, "I'm not young anymore, I can't go again so soon, my refractory period isn't what it used to be."
Levi lets out a chuckle,
"I'm not trying to get you to go again, old man."
"Then you're both just effortlessly sexy." Erwin looked to be the epitomy of that very idea as he cleaned his fingers with a tissue, the rhythmic twirl of his wrist was delightful. "Next time, I'm packing the both of you in my suitcase and taking you with me."
"Lil Fella would fit but I ain't." Miche points out, receiving a sharp jab in the ribs for the quip. Erwin's hearty laugh echoes from the speakers.
"Fourteen days." Levi says as if it's a goal or some sort of challenge. Erwin's slow nod is accompanied with a rare smirk,
"We might just have to do this again, then..."