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It’s been an hour. An hour of watching Netflix, sprawled on their leather couch, waiting for his husband to finish up in the bathroom. Normally, this wouldn’t be worthy of note. Normally, Levi would be very fucking annoyed if his husband took an hour to get out of the bathroom so they could spend some time together. But they’re planning to have sex and this is the first time Erwin has ever had to take care of… that. First times and Erwin don’t really go well together. For being such an intelligent man, it always seems like he complicates the simpler things. And he is taking quite a long time.
Levi had taken a shower himself not long ago in the guest bathroom, giving Erwin the space necessary to tend to his own hygienic responsibilities, so all that’s left is to wait. For five more minutes he lays there, cheek propped against his fist, hooded eyes fixed on the TV. It’s only then that he hears the bathroom door crack open down the hall, in their bedroom. He grabs the remote, pauses the negligible documentary playing on their flatscreen. He glances over to see Erwin emerge a moment later—and Levi’s mouth falls open. Erwin stands there with his arms loosely crossed, a coy smile on his face.
“Holy shit, babe,” Levi says. His husband is wearing black stockings with lace tops, held up by a sexy matching garter. And—is that a black thong? Meanwhile, he’s wearing a bra harness, a strappy piece accentuating his muscular pecs. The dark blonde hair on his belly is thicker, swirling down into the waistband of the panties. It looks like he shaved his thighs; the stockings cling beautifully to smooth, hairless skin. Immediately, a pulse of arousal spreads through Levi’s insides like disturbed water, the calm surface disrupted by one unexpected variant. He grins broadly, eyes eagerly consuming this visual of his muscular, broad partner who decorated himself like a painting. A beautiful image of unashamed masculinity embellished with femininity. The lace looks delicious on his tan, flawless skin, conforming to his shape of muscle and soft fat alike. His thighs and hips are stubborn in maintaining a softness that Erwin often whines about, but Levi fucking loves it.
Erwin is grinning coyly, one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. He ducks his head. That’s when Levi realizes he’s been staring for a minute straight in muted awe. Erwin is blushing, a visible splattering of pink across his face. His hair is loose, falling against his brow messily—he knows Levi likes it that way.
“Jesus, Erwin,” Levi gasps. “Trying to kill me. Look at you! Fuck, come here. Right between my knees.”
Levi straightens up, pushing the coffee table back. Erwin dutifully paces over, his head still down, hands in nervous fists by his sides. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, Levi can’t even look away. As soon as Erwin is within reach, he extends both hands to travel them across Erwin’s powerful, thick thighs. The sheer nylon of the stockings feels sleek and smooth under his touch, the lace at the top delicate. Erwin’s skin is burning beyond the nylon. Levi licks his lips, panning his gaze over to his crotch where his junk bulges obscenely, barely contained by the thong. If they weren’t about to have incredible sex, Levi would’ve laughed over the sight if he felt like shattering the developing mood. It does look kind of ridiculous, but only because Erwin is fucking big and the panties are obviously a size too small. Levi finally rolls his gaze up across Erwin’s abs, staring at his pecs framed by the bra harness, and then meets his gaze. Erwin is trying to hide his embarrassment; he’s attempting to keep his face schooled, but his cheeks are a vibrant red.
“You look incredible,” Levi laughs softly. “Erwin, you were meant for this. Fuck. I don’t know what to say. You’ve made me speechless.”
Erwin slaps a hand over his red face, laughing weakly before he mutters, “This is embarrassing.”
“It shouldn't be. This—you… you made me happy, doing this. Nothin’ to be embarrassed over, babe. Making me gush over here.”
That garners the expected response: Erwin sputters out a sharp laugh, looking at him with a broad grin and a furrowed brow, as if he didn’t expect that from the other man. Levi chuckles. He squeezes Erwin’s broad hand in his own and then threads their fingers together. Levi retrains his gaze on Erwin’s muscular pecs, his pink nipples, the dusting of chest hair.
“Shit, what I’m going to do to you…” he growls, his other hand sweeping around Erwin’s big thigh to grip a firm handful of his asscheek, plentiful and soft in his grip. When Erwin flexes, these buns are like steel, but when he’s relaxed like he is now, it’s like sticking his hand in a bowl of dough and playing with what he finds. He gropes and kneads at Erwin’s ass with one hand, grinning up at him cheekily. Erwin presses the back of his hand to his mouth, gazing down at Levi with blatant embarrassment. Levi leans in to place one kiss to Erwin’s hip, another to his beautiful abs.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Levi mutters, lips moving against warm skin. Erwin grunts softly from above. Levi wetly kisses his way down, until his lips catch on the waistband of the panties. He licks flatly and firmly against the shape of Erwin’s dick through the fabric—it’s cotton, soaking up his saliva easily. Erwin makes a slight noise. He smells clean down here. He obviously just finished shaving and cleaning himself. Must have thrown on the lingerie before stepping out.
Probably makes him a bit weird, but the thought of Erwin being clean turns him on infinitely more. Lust flickers and sparks in his brain like a fire starter, bringing flames. His body is already pulsing with heat, centered within his belly. Fuck, he really can’t believe Erwin wearing lingerie got him going like this. He’s simply not used to his husband “giving up” masculinity like this so profoundly—he’s not one to really play around with femininity. But, shit, is it good.
Levi nudges apart Erwin’s thighs with a press of his knuckles. Erwin obediently places his feet further apart. Levi’s hand immediately curls up between his thighs, fingertips gingerly tracing the seam of his asscrack, feeling the soft fabric of the panties. It’s just a line of fabric, tucked up far into his ass. Levi takes in a breath, toes curling into the carpet.
“A fucking thong,” Levi mutters into his clothed dick, giving one final lick while tilting his head back to meet Erwin’s wide eyes, tongue dragging obscenely across the wet cotton. Levi smirks up at him. Erwin looks a bit dazed.
He then spanks both hands over his asscheeks, evoking a slight jump from Erwin, a satisfying smack filling the living room. He commands with far too much joy, eyes blazing, “Get on your knees, lean over the coffee table for me.”
Erwin is quick to do as he asks. He turns and lowers to his knees, crawls over to the coffee table, no question. God, that fucking thong. Erwin’s ass is one of the world’s seven wonders, no fucking doubt. Levi is delighted to see the pink he spanked and squeezed into the skin, even if it’s not very profound—yet. Erwin seems to understand what he wants. He pulls the coffee table a little closer to the couch, so when he rests his elbows upon the surface, his ass is easily within reach of the other man.
Seated on the couch, Levi positions himself behind him, placing his knees far apart to allow Erwin the room. Levi reaches out to palm at his asscheeks, squeezing them firm enough they bunch in his hands. He traces the straps of the garter belt, following them down the length of his ass and the back of his thighs to feel at the lace of the stockings.
“You like it when I spank you?” Levi murmurs, watching Erwin lower his head, resting his forehead against the surface of the table.
They both like getting spanked, Levi already knows, but preferences change and moods fluctuate. Erwin releases a noise close to a groan, shifting on his knees. Levi definitely liked that; seeing Erwin move that ass in front of him is doing things to him. He hooks his thumbs into his thick asscheeks, spreading him. Erwin’s efforts become apparent to him: he’s absolutely hairless. His balls are beginning to fall out of his panties, unable to be contained. They’re shaven, too. Levi’s mouth goes very dry.
“Yes,” Erwin says quietly. Levi takes in a breath. Foremost, he unhooks the garter belt from his stockings, pushing the lace further up Erwin’s broad back to give him complete access to his ass. He pulls down the tiny thong from under the garter belt, working it past his asscheeks to bunch at the bands of the stockings. Levi spreads him open again. He stares, his agape mouth blooming into a grin. Erwin’s asshole is pink and perfect. A tight little thing, a small slit forced open when Levi digs his thumbs into the meat of his asscheeks and pulls him far apart. Erwin moans, obviously flustered judging by the way he curls both hands up over the back of his head, fingers roaming through blonde locks.
“Fuck,” Levi breathes. “Look at you. Oh, God. You’re so perfect. Can’t wait to fuck this right open with my cock.”
Erwin squirms, sliding his knees further apart.
“I want it,” Erwin whispers, keeping his hands locked over the back of his neck, hiding himself in his forearms, “L-Levi, please.”
A little amazed, Levi watches his pink hole repeatedly clench, obviously eager to be given anything, filled with any part of Levi. Erwin’s balls are asking to be sucked on, too. His cock hangs heavily between his thick thighs, the fat head peeking out past his foreskin, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Levi licks his dry lips. He is so fucking privileged to have this man as his husband. He’s overwhelmed with what he wants to do to him. He could get used to this image: Erwin bent over the coffee table, ass presented before him between his spread knees, waiting for whatever Levi so desired. Levi runs his hands open-palmed along his thick thighs, across his ass, groping lightly as he feels him up. Erwin is breathing harder, he hears. Levi hums lowly in his throat, nearly a purr.
“If I had my dick ready to go, I’d play with your hole right now, babe,” Levi growls, knowing the lust is getting to his head, but at this point, he doesn’t care. “The thought is getting me going. Seeing you like this...”
Erwin makes a noise, though provides nothing further. Cute. Levi palms at his ass with both hands, indulgently. He brings his foot to the back of Erwin’s thigh, saying lowly, “Move forward a little. I need room for what I’m going to do to you.”
Erwin lifts his head. Levi spots the red flush to the back of his neck, his ears. Fucking precious. He’s still shy. Levi watches him push the coffee table forward again, giving Levi enough room to slip off the couch and kneel beside him. Levi roams one hand along the length of his broad back, touching hot and flawless skin, passing over the lace of the garter belt. Back down again, he gropes firmly at his ass, sizing him up.
A sudden, firm spank is delivered with the flat width of his hand, fingers outstretched to cover as much ground as possible. The connection of his palm against Erwin’s backside rings through the living room, and Levi catches the jolt of Erwin’s body, the slight lift of his head. He rubs at the spot, and Erwin sags into the coffee table, panting audibly while Levi murmurs, “So fucking beautiful.”
He slips his fingers in-between Erwin’s asscheeks to pass them back and forth over his hole—he’s burning up here, smooth and baby pink. Erwin moans, low and rumbling. Levi circles his fingers over him firmly, murmuring, “You want me to do so many things to your ass, huh? Can feel this perfect hole clenching under my fingers, begging to be stuffed full. Just wait, sweetheart. I’m going to fill it up soon enough.”
“Levi…” Erwin moans miserably, as if the filthy words he spoke pained him more than the teasing or deprivation. Levi chuckles. He delivers another satisfying whip of his hand that makes Erwin’s ass ripple, forcing his hips forward into the coffee table. Erwin groans audibly, a strike of heat piercing Levi’s core. He pulls back just so he can admire again, spreading him open far, the heels of his hands digging into his asscheeks. Staring at that small hole, pink and slightly open from the force of his spreading, Levi licks his lips. Moving between Erwin’s legs, navigating himself over his calves, Levi ducks forward and licks a flat stripe from the back of his balls, across his taint, and over his hole. Erwin’s entire body lurches, jostling the coffee table. He lifts his head to look over his shoulder, meeting Levi’s stormy, hungry gaze while he laps sloppily at his hole, working his tongue into the tight, pink furl.
“Levi, oh, my God!” Erwin gasps, hand flying back to touch briefly at Levi’s black hair, curling his fingers into the locks before falling away. He grips at the edge of the coffee table instead, dropping his head forward until his forehead thunks noisily against the surface. Levi hums lowly, a deep rumble that fills the living room alongside the wet noise of his tongue working over the hot skin of his pinkened taint and hole. Erwin groans openly.
“I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner,” Levi murmurs, kissing over Erwin’s asscheek, nipping lightly across skin riddled with goosebumps. “I’m going to fuck you silly, babe. I’m going to make you cry from how good it feels.”
He knows how much Erwin enjoys it. While he hasn’t been fucked by a cock before, he’s definitely experienced the most intense prostate orgasm of his life with Levi’s four fingers up his ass. He’s seen Erwin with tears on his face from the overwhelming sensation of Levi finger-fucking him, massaging his prostate with such force that Levi’s arm was sore the day after. And he intends to recreate it—this time, with his cock.
Leaning back in, he begins licking into him over and over, a slow, firm dragging of his tongue while he brings a hand down in-between Erwin’s thighs to curl his fingers around the shaft of his hanging erection, stiff and heavy with his heady arousal. Erwin shudders uncontrollably. His body cants forward against the coffee table, as if to escape the onslaught of sensation.
Unrelenting, he laps into this cute, tight hole presented to him, amazed by how hot he is, how smooth and soft he feels under his mouth. The way the muscle is contracting, loosening, even—responding to the warm, wet stimulation. The rumbling moan that rises out of Erwin’s throat adds to the burning honeypot of Levi’s insides, his own dick throbbing in his pants, eager to be tended to as well—but kept neglected for now.
Usually, Levi doesn’t go this far. It’s not often he indulges in rimming—it takes specific criteria for him to want to. But knowing Erwin had just gotten out of the bath, freshly cleaned and perfectly shaven, this cute hole waiting to be used… He couldn’t resist. And now, Erwin is shaking against the coffee table, his legs jolting against Levi’s, a plethora of stifled groans and whimpers kept muffled in his forearm.
He gives his jaw a break, now burning from the effort of eating Erwin out. Instead, Levi grins while roaming both hands along his thighs, up across his ass. He lifts both, brings them back down against his backside with a resounding crack of skin. Erwin tenses, hand white-knuckling around the edge of the coffee table.
“You really shouldn’t let me get away with this,” Levi murmurs, “Letting me do whatever I want. It’s too much power. It’s already getting to my head.”
Erwin laughs, an airy chuckle. Levi watches the red blossom on the skin of his ass, struck into his flesh, while Erwin speaks in a voice made deeper from his undeniable arousal.
“I need you to take it from me once in a while, Lee.”
“Well, if you insist, Erwy.”
Erwin laughs again. Smiling, Levi leans over to kiss him on the back while neatly fixing the garter belt, pulling it back down into place. He squeezes lovingly at Erwin’s thighs, running his hands up and down along the smoothly shaven skin, fingertips skimming across the sheer nylon of the stockings. Then he sits back, watching himself pull Erwin’s thong back up his thighs, fixing it comfortably so his balls and erect cock are cradled in the cotton fabric—although, his dick definitely does not fit. Levi does his best. He then clasps the clips back onto the lace welts of the stockings. Erwin is now propped up on his elbows, watching the other man over his shoulder. Levi glances up, meeting his gaze. Erwin smiles, still a little flushed.
“Really, you look beautiful,” Levi says quietly, averting his eyes out of his own momentary embarrassment. “Thank you for doing this for me.”
Erwin rises from the coffee table, reaching out to take him by the hand. Levi looks up at him, finding that same smile on his face, though it’s grown into a grin. It brings out his dimples slightly; accentuated by his messy blonde hair, it’s a sight that has Levi staring, his stomach flooding with butterflies. Erwin squeezes his hand, gesturing to the hallway with a tilt of his head.
“Your dick is in the bedroom, love.”
Levi snorts.
“Man, we better go fetch it, then,” he replies flatly, moving to stand. Erwin cracks a laugh, a genuine sound that brings a smile to Levi’s face. Erwin leans down to peck him on the forehead, nose against inky locks. Levi tilts his head back, looking up at him imploringly. Erwin grins. He leans down again, and Levi arches up onto his toes; they share a soft kiss.
Once in the bedroom, standing at their bed, Levi grabs Erwin by the elbow, turns him around, and shoves him. Erwin falls with a bounce and a profound laugh. Levi waits for him to settle before crawling over him. Ducking his head, black fringe splayed across Erwin’s stomach, Levi mouths sloppily at his hard dick spilling out of the panties. He’s dripping everywhere; pre-cum is glistening all over his belly, lost in the blonde curls of hair, staining the cotton of the thong. Erwin’s apparent arousal, the way he’s making a fucking mess of himself, drives Levi a little crazy.
But first things first; he reaches over to unzip and unhook the side of the garter belt, removing the clips from the welts of the stockings. Erwin props up on his elbows, lifting his hips for Levi to strip off the garter belt. Levi rises from the bed, taking it with him to drape it neatly over the dresser. He doesn’t want to get this piece dirty; undoubtedly, it was expensive. It’s of nice material, crafted well.
While at the dresser, Levi drops to kneel, pulling open the bottom drawer. He opens up their box of sex toys. His strap-on harness is folded neatly, stored in its own separate container so it doesn’t get tangled. He grabs it, alongside three dildos of different sizes and their lube.
At the foot of the bed, he tosses all three dildos before Erwin. Erwin grins a little, surveying the options Levi has granted him.
“Choose the one you want to get fucked with, and I’ll handle the rest,” Levi says, bringing his hands to the belt of his jeans. He unfastens his belt with a clicking of metal, earning Erwin’s interested stare. Levi snorts.
“You see this shit all the time,” he says while stepping out of his pants and briefs. He gestures to the dildos with a jut of his chin. “Choose one.”
“My familiarity with your body doesn’t lessen the beauty of it,” Erwin replies, his grin growing across his handsome face. His admiring gaze swims across Levi’s muscular body while he murmurs, “I could admire you forever.”
“Shut up, you sap,” Levi mutters, heat crawling into his face. He strips off his black top, tosses it aside carelessly. He couldn’t give less of a fuck about tidiness when he’s this horny. Levi takes out his harness, unraveling it. He begins fastening it around his hips, watching Erwin’s face while he contemplates his options. He chooses the five-inch dildo with a moderate girth, skin-toned. Levi nods. Erwin hands it over.
Levi slips the dildo into the ring of the harness, adjusts the placement of the base. This harness was pretty expensive, but certainly worth it. It doesn’t dig uncomfortably into Levi’s groin or thighs, and the straps aren’t excessive. He tightens it considerably, just so it doesn’t shift around when they’re in the heat of it.
Levi puts the unwanted dildos back in their box of toys, and then returns to the bed. He sits down next to Erwin. Meeting Erwin’s gaze, Levi looks at him quietly past his fringe, a faint smile on his lips. Erwin grins. He reaches out to grip Levi by the dick, pulling him closer by it. Levi snorts.
“Get comfortable,” he says as he shifts closer, voice a little rough. “And take that off.”
He plucks at the thong. Erwin grins. He drops back against the pillows, lifts his hips to hook his thumbs into the waistband, working them down his thighs. Levi stares, watching Erwin’s heavy dick drop against his hip, still fully hard and eager. Erwin sits up to adjust the pillows behind himself, and then lays back.
“Last chance to back out,” Levi says, gently nudging apart Erwin’s legs to get settled between them, popping open the lube. “Any last minute protests, complaints?”
Erwin chuckles. He readjusts the straps of the bra harness on his chest while saying, “None at all, love. I’m not about to deny what you and I have fantasized about.”
“Good. Because this ass deserves some tender love and care. I’m going to treat it real nice. And you, by extension.”
Erwin grants him a chuckle, and Levi smiles faintly. He reaches out to casually wipe the thick lube across Erwin’s asshole, earning a surprised silence from the other man.
He’s mindful of any signs of discomfort as he begins carefully forcing his index finger in. It’s not the first time, so Erwin knows to relax and bear down, welcoming the unnatural intrusion. The rimming seems to have helped. It doesn’t take much time before Levi feels it appropriate to add another.
He turns his wrist, bringing his middle finger in to rub it in alongside his index, working it into Erwin. Erwin goes lax, a soft moan rising out of him at the feeling. Levi bites his lip, another pulse of heat blooming in his gut, a flush of arousal that makes him a little squirmy, kneeling between Erwin’s legs. Feeling him tighten up around his fingers, hot and squeezing, certainly contributes to it, but it’s Erwin’s apparent enjoyment that does it for him most of all.
Impatience is prodding at him, but this should never be rushed. He trails his gaze along Erwin’s muscular thighs, watching the way they flexed and clenched. The sight of those beautiful stockings has Levi bringing his hand over to stroke along his thigh, feeling the smooth nylon under his fingers.
“Feel good?” he asks in a murmur, watching Erwin’s face as he angles his fingers and began curling them up firmly towards his belly. Maybe that was a bit unfair; Erwin can’t even reply, his body arching, face twisting in surprised pleasure.
“Levi!” Erwin groans aloud, his knees nearly snapping shut, though he’s just as quick to let them fall apart again. Levi’s mouth goes dry, seeing his body writhe, flushed along his chest and belly. Spurred on, he pumps his fingers harder into him, deeper and deeper until his knuckles knock against Erwin’s ass. He can’t stop himself from roughly curling his fingers up into him, pointedly massaging his prostate, evoking another full-body clench.
“That good, sweetheart?” Levi asks, grinning slightly.
“Nnhn… yeah…” Erwin manages, a slurring response that has Levi chuckling. He slows his fingers, giving him a moment to recuperate. During this reprieve he retrieves the bottle of lube, reapplies more to his submerged fingers as he moves them in and out a few times, working the lubricant in. It makes the glide easier. Levi begins carefully forcing in a third.
A soft sound comes from Erwin—he’s certainly accustomed to the feeling now, though the intensity is the same. It takes a moment of slowly working it in alongside his other fingers, mindful as ever of his discomfort. Focused, Levi curls his free hand around Erwin’s big thigh while twisting his bunched fingers deeper inside with a firm push. Erwin grunts louder then, legs straining on either side of his smaller husband.
Levi’s body is absolutely burning, and he needs to move on now; the fog of arousal is getting to his head. If it hurts still, they can backtrack, but he’s confident. He removes his fingers, grabs the lube while saying roughly, “I’m going to lay back. You’ll get on top of me, that way you can pace it right.”
Erwin huffs a weak laugh, moving to sit up.
“I’ll squash you.”
“Not the worst way to go,” Levi replies, turning to drop against the pillows. Grinning, Erwin rises and brings a leg over him. They both stare, watching as Levi strokes plentiful lube all around the dildo, the sight of it enticing, unseen before for them. When they’d been adventurous, Levi had put it on just for Erwin to suck him off, but beyond that, they hadn’t used it much. Levi likes the visual of his fingers closing around it, his scarred knuckles flexing. He leaves it soaking wet, and places the bottle aside. While Erwin shifts onto his hands and feet, Levi slips his hand in-between them to wipe the excess from his fingers and onto Erwin’s ass. Erwin shudders at that, mouth falling slack. Levi chuckles, a deep vibration.
“So sensitive now, huh,” he whispers, and Erwin nods a little, red-faced. Levi hums. He pushes his three fingers back into him, teasing with the first knuckle of his pinky, too. Erwin moans. He leans back onto his hands, propped against the bed. The sheer size of Erwin’s bigger body crouched over his own would’ve been comedic if it wasn’t so sexy. His legs are curled, thighs straining against the constricting nylon of the stockings. His dick is arching from his body, oozing lines of pre-cum which roll down his shaft, asking to be cleaned by Levi’s tongue. Levi stares, stunned.
He plunges his wet, sopping fingers into Erwin’s hole, pleased to find how receptive his body is. Erwin’s eyes are flinching shut, his mouth agape in apparent pleasure. Fucking amazing. Levi feels another blossoming of hot arousal, pulsing through his groin. Shit, he’s going to go crazy.
“Come on, babe,” Levi huffs, cupping his wet hands under Erwin’s ass. “Sit down already. I need to fuck you.”
Erwin shifts on his feet, attempting to find a comfortable position without crushing the other man. The size of him jostles the bed. Levi represses a grin. He notices that Erwin will need a little help—he’s using both hands just to keep his body raised. Gripping the base of the dildo, Levi sweeps it up against Erwin’s asscrack, evoking a wide-eyed look from the other man.
“Sit. Take it slow. Don’t rush it if it doesn’t feel right,” Levi murmurs, watching him. “If you want me to take over, just tell me.”
Erwin nods. With his fingers gripping tight around the head, Levi presses it into Erwin’s hole. The flustered expression that comes to Erwin’s face, feeling that, has Levi repressing a grin again. He loves just watching Erwin experience every little thing for the first time. It’s vastly different getting fucked by someone versus getting fingered, that’s for damn sure.
Erwin heeds Levi’s advice and does take it slow. He cautiously lowers himself, and it takes a couple tries before the slick head catches and starts entering him. Erwin’s furrowed brow unfurls, and his mouth falls open. He maintains eye contact with Levi as he sinks down onto his cock, his eyes flashing with amazement at the feeling, and then discomfort. He frowns. Levi smiles a little, knowing just what he’s thinking.
“It’ll take getting used to,” Levi murmurs, “Like my fingers. Just start moving a little, and your body will adjust.”
Erwin watches Levi’s face, searching in his eyes while slowly lowering himself further and further, until he’s fully seated, and it’s all in. Erwin is grimacing slightly, Levi notices. Erwin’s weight is forcing the base of the dildo a little too hard against Levi’s pubic bone, and it hurts, but Levi says nothing. He just strokes his hands along Erwin’s thighs, following the flexing of his muscles through the stockings.
“How’s it feel?” Levi asks, watching the other man closely, beyond aroused. The knowledge that Erwin is taking a cock for the first time in his life is hot as hell, and Levi wants to know what he’s thinking. Maybe it’s starting to feel better; Erwin’s face is closer to dazed than tensing with pain now. His cheeks are deeply flushed—it’s cute. He clears his throat before speaking.
“It didn’t feel very good at first. But, you were right. The more I move, the easier it gets. It…”
He trails off. Levi hums, an imploring sound. Erwin takes in a shuddering breath as he lifts up, and then sits down fully on Levi’s pelvis. Levi internalizes the wince at Erwin’s weight. Erwin seems to become mindful of it; he shifts his position, so he’s kneeling rather than propped on his feet. It balances out his weight easier, gives him more control. Soon, he’s experimenting. He tries longer, slower strokes—rising up higher, sinking down slower. Then, fast, short pumps that have his eyes flashing wider, connecting with Levi’s. Levi is perfectly happy with simply witnessing this. He keeps his hands on Erwin’s thighs and hips while his husband searches for what he likes.
After a couple minutes of this, Erwin carefully takes the full length of the dildo back in, seated back on his calves. He places his hands on Levi’s chest, thumbs naturally tracing the smooth scar tissue under his muscular pecs. Levi smiles faintly, strokes his hands up and down Erwin’s arms. Erwin then rocks his hips, fully seated still, and it surprises them both. Erwin blinks widely, a pleasured sound rising out of him. Levi tenses under him, eyes flinching shut. That had the base of the dildo circling against Levi’s swollen growth, a startling sensation he wasn’t expecting. The back and forth motion had angled it right, to press against him perfectly.
“Shit,” he gasps, opening his eyes to see the horny expression on Erwin’s face. Erwin must have liked it too; he starts doing it again and again. He firmly rolls his hips back and forth, grinding back on Levi’s cock while his big hands curl around Levi’s rib cage, holding onto him while doing so. Levi’s knees rise reflexively, knocking into Erwin’s sides. He grimaces, unable to hide it, baring his teeth.
“Does that hurt you?” Erwin asks quickly, stopping once he sees Levi’s expression. “Sorry, darling.”
“No,” Levi replies, laughing breathlessly, going limp against the pillows. “It felt good. Just don’t put on too much weight, otherwise it will hurt.”
“Oh…?” Erwin muses, watching the other man closely as he begins slowly grinding down on him again. Levi tenses up, managing a withheld grunt in his throat when his actual dick is massaged by the base of the dildo, cushioned well by the harness. This harness actually has a pocket for a vibrator, and he also has a double-sided strap-on, but Levi didn’t want distractions. He wanted to fuck Erwin without the pleasure claiming his focus. While Levi enjoys the sensation, it’s not like he wants Erwin to just grind on him all fucking night.
“Alright, you found my secret weakness,” Levi mutters, leveling Erwin with a flat stare. “But tonight’s not about me, babe. Does this position do anything for you?”
Erwin settles back on his calves, running his hands down Levi’s stomach, back up to his muscular chest again. He ends up cradling Levi’s face in his hands, thumbs on his cheeks, fingers in his hair. He leans in to kiss him, mindful of his weight so as to avoid crushing the other man. Levi closes his eyes, tilting his head back to allow an easier angle on Erwin’s neck. Their kiss is soft and gentle, short-lived. Erwin breaks it just to press his lips to Levi’s forehead, earning an exasperated, fond huff. Sitting back, Erwin gives his husband a faint smile.
“It’s alright. I enjoyed grinding on you but the up and down doesn’t do much. Want to switch?”
“You might like doggy more,” Levi answers. “Easier to hit the prostate.”
“Let’s do that, then.”
“You got it, big guy,” Levi says, smirking while squeezing his thighs. “Get on your front, low on your knees.”
Having Erwin high on his knees would make the position impossible. Height difference makes sex so fucking complicated sometimes. Erwin already knows this; they constantly face this issue when he’s the one doing the fucking. Erwin climbs off his lap and they promptly switch places again.
Seeing Erwin laying low on his stomach, knees planted against the bed and spread far… Levi really has to take a moment to absorb it. He stares while absentmindedly squeezing more lube into his hand. Erwin is extremely slick with lubricant, his hole now well-fucked and a deeper hue of pink from friction. Jesus. Levi sits there with lube in his palm, staring. Erwin nudging him with his stockinged foot has him coming back to himself. He blinks widely, looks at Erwin to find a grin on his face, blue eyes hooded and amused.
“Sorry. Your ass can hypnotize a man,” Levi mutters. “There’s your proof.”
Erwin laughs, a deep sound filling the room. Grinning slightly, Levi strokes the lube over the dildo, leaving it glistening and soaked once again. One could never be too careful. Levi would hate to hurt him. He caps the lube and tosses it aside, getting up and crawling over Erwin. He’s accepted they’ll be making a mess of their sheets; he wipes his wet hand off on the flat sheet before gently pushing at the inside of Erwin’s thighs, imploring him to spread his knees a little wider. Erwin shifts on the bed, obliging. Levi lays a few slow kisses to the hot skin of Erwin’s back, dodging the straps of the bra harness. Meanwhile, he brings one hand in to begin petting at his looser, pinker hole in slow, repetitive strokes of his fingers. Erwin shudders hard, a rippling of his body which Levi feels.
“That’s good,” Erwin moans. “Levi… It feels different now.”
Smiling, Levi rests his forehead against his shoulder blade and focuses on rubbing firmly, feeling the clenching of the muscle, the overwhelming slickness of the lube. He’s burning up, too. Levi hums softly, nuzzling into Erwin’s warm skin while murmuring, “Yeah. It means you’re fucking horny, babe. Means your body wants to get fucked. Same thing happens to me, you know.”
Erwin breathes heavily into the pillows, managing silence before he simply nods. Not exactly the response he expected. Levi chuckles. He grabs himself by the dick, sweeps the wet head back and forth over Erwin’s hole. He wishes he could watch, but he’d rather cuddle Erwin’s broad back like he is now. Erwin jolts again, gasping.
“Oh, nhnn, that’s good,” he whispers. Levi feels two hands curl around his knees, gripping him there. Pulling back a little, Levi sees Erwin has his face pressed into the pillows, resting his weight on his shoulders and forehead instead. Cute. He continues rubbing the head of the dildo against Erwin, circling it directly against his asshole, until Erwin slurs, “Lee… Come on… Please, just push in already. Fuck me.”
He hasn’t heard Erwin say something like that in a while. Closing his eyes, already breathing a touch heavily against Erwin’s back, Levi finds himself on fire, burning from being on top of his husband like this, teasing him with his cock. It’s so fucking good, and he never wants it to end. He begins pushing in slowly, fingers fixed around the shaft, letting it glide through his wet grip until it’s all in and Erwin is gasping harshly into the pillows.
“Oh, God,” he breathes, “Lee—“
“There you go,” Levi murmurs in a rumble against his shoulder. “Look at how easy you’re taking it all. Tell me how it feels.”
“Nnn, good,” Erwin whispers, and then he laughs weakly. “It doesn’t feel strange anymore. It just feels good.”
“Good,” Levi says softly. He rises up onto his hands, surveying their arrangement, and decides Erwin can just lay down fully. It would make it easier on himself, figuring out a comfortable position. He presses down on Erwin’s lower back, saying, “Lay down entirely, on your stomach. I’ll take care of you.”
Obediently, Erwin slides his knees further down the bed until he’s resting on his front. Levi nudges his legs into the correct position, hands braced against the bed for leverage. Cautiously, Levi begins rolling his hips, watching for any signs of discomfort. But Erwin just moans, low and gasping with every motion. At first Levi keeps it slow, alternating between deep rocks of his hips and slow grinding, his pelvis flush to Erwin’s ass.
“Levi—that—ngh!” Erwin begins to gasp out, silenced by one back and forth grinding that has him clutching tighter at Levi’s knees, fingers digging into the back of them, gripping him. Levi grins, dropping forward onto his elbows, laying against Erwin. He nuzzles into the flexing muscle of his back, kissing hot skin as he began thrusting, confident he’s accustomed to it now. In short, deep thrusts, Levi keeps the majority of the dildo inside of Erwin, refraining from pulling out far.
“Oh, my God,” Erwin groans into the pillows, “Levi, harder—”
“You want it harder already?” Levi teases softly, spoken against Erwin’s skin, his black fringe a passing touch succeeding the kisses he lays upon his back. Erwin’s ears are a bright red, his neck flushed. He nods a little.
Levi happily obliges, rising up from Erwin’s broad back. He plants his hands against his waist for leverage as he begins thrusting with more force. His pelvis collides with Erwin’s ass in resounding smacks, making his asscheeks ripple, a sight Levi admires with a grin. Moans are forced out of Erwin with every thrust, delicious and wanton. The intense heat swirling in Levi’s gut lingers, a dripping warmth from the burning core of him as he snaps his hips against Erwin’s ass, watching the dildo repeatedly disappear inside his body. When Levi gets ahead of himself, fucking Erwin hard and fast, making him take the brunt of his excitement, Erwin flinches and whines, one big hand pressing to Levi’s thigh. Levi immediately slows down, panting, beginning to drip with sweat.
“Sorry,” he says softly. “You’re making me lose my mind, you know.”
“Mngh…” Erwin produces eloquently, muffled into the pillow, and Levi laughs. He gives himself a moment to catch his breath and let his burning thighs rest, pressing in as far as he can into Erwin, hands wrapped nicely around his waist. Seeing his slim hands on Erwin’s body like this is incredibly satisfying. It’s not often he sees it, from a dominating perspective. He stares at the image while rocking against him, slow and easy. Erwin moans. Levi rolls his hips in a way that has the base of the dildo rubbing against his dick perfectly. Levi manages a withheld, weak moan himself, eyes fluttering shut.
That felt so good—he’s so damn horny, he’s not surprised. He can’t resist; Levi begins repeatedly grinding against Erwin in the same angle, rubbing against the dildo while Erwin groans gutturally. Levi gasps himself, panting harshly as he’s overcome by the sensation. He realizes he’s beginning to twitch and shake, practically humping the other man now in an attempt to pleasure himself against the strap-on.
“Fuck,” Levi gasps, eyes squeezing shut, brow knit tightly. “You feel so fucking good.”
He can’t repress the rising moan that spills from his agape mouth now that he’s speaking. He tips his head back, losing himself as he fucks into Erwin with quick, deep thrusts that grind the harness perfectly against his own hard cock. Erwin is groaning openly, hands clutching firmly around the back of Levi’s knees.
Regathering himself, Levi focuses on fucking his husband right. He readjusts himself so he’s crouched low on his feet, careful to keep the dildo inside the other man. His legs were tense and aching in that maintained position; this already feels better. It makes the dildo push in deeper as Levi rests his weight back down on Erwin—Erwin jolts, gasping harshly.
“There,” he groans, his deep voice an earthquake. “Right there, Levi.”
His hands rest momentarily on Levi’s feet then relocate to clutch at a pillow instead. He buries his face into it. Levi finds it hard to recollect his composure—he’s still panting, body on fire. It’s not often he’s reduced to such a horny, mindless state. He wants so much right now, but all he can do is attempt to focus and take care of the other man. He does his best to maintain this angle as he thrusts down into Erwin, to the base every time. Evidently, the angle is a direct downwards push into Erwin’s prostate. Erwin is gasping and grunting following every thrust, hands white-knuckled around the pillow.
“Nnh! Right—hn—right there! Ooh—nnh—!” he moans loudly, pushing back into it, hands clawing mindlessly at the covers. Levi feels him shift, spreading his legs further apart. So focused on maintaining balance and the angle, Levi can’t really soak in Erwin’s reactions, but hearing his unabashed moaning is reward enough.
“Levi, that—that is—incredible,” Erwin gasps out, followed by a laugh that breaks into another rumbling moan. Levi hums lowly in reply, an encouraging sound while passing one hand up the length of Erwin’s broad back. This momentary distraction has Levi retracting too far, and the dildo slips out. Erwin actually fucking whines, hand automatically flying back to correct this, but Levi is quick to reach down and smoothly guide it back into Erwin, pushing in deep once again. Levi chuckles, a low sound punctuated by Erwin’s weak moan.
“So needy, babe,” he teases. “I didn’t think you’d be such a whore for it.”
Erwin manages a flustered noise and not much else. Levi readjusts on his feet and begins snapping his hips down against him. Every grunt that’s punched out of Erwin is loud and simply filthy, bringing a teeth-revealing grin to Levi’s face. He’s getting a little tired now, legs burning from this squatting position, but Erwin seems to be going crazy over it. Every thrust is followed by a moan from his husband, and he’s still squirming under him, pulling at the covers like the pleasure is too much. Levi picks up the pace, hanging his head to watch himself drop his hips down against Erwin, seeing the dildo plunge into him over and over. Erwin seems to promptly lose his mind. His groans have risen in volume, his body shaking uncontrollably underneath Levi. He rises up partially onto his knees as if to push back into it, but he can’t figure out the right angle, the right tempo, so he just starts rutting against the sheets like an animal as Levi fucks him hard and fast.
“Oh! Feels so—good—” he cries out past another blissful laugh, as if he simply can’t believe it, his voice staggered and hoarse, “That’s… oh—! Hnn, Levi! Nnh, oh, God!”
Erwin’s squirming is throwing Levi off. Levi slows down considerably, panting heavily himself, dripping with sweat, needing a break. Erwin goes limp against the bed, groaning, passing a hand down the bed to touch weakly at Levi’s calf, if only to establish contact. Levi shifts, keeping the dildo inside him while moving to rest on his knees. He reaches out to thread his fingers through Erwin’s fair locks, clutching a firm, gentle fistful. He just keeps his hand there, an unspoken comfort, a touch to show love.
Levi goes back to grinding, circling his hips and rocking them back and forth, stimulating himself and Erwin while regaining his breath and energy. He grits his teeth at the feeling. He forces his hips in a firm grinding motion against Erwin’s ass, rubbing his swollen dick against the base of the dildo while Erwin rumbles out another moan. Levi focuses on that one spot, circling his hips against it while a moan rolls up out of the depths of him. It emerges loud and gasping, travels through his body in a wave of tremors, a gush of heat in his belly.
“Are you—are you rub—rubbing against me?” Erwin gasps, so beyond himself he can barely talk. Levi closes his eyes, brow furrowed. His entire body is burning, his face on fire, belly rolling with an intensity that he knows is making him a little delirious. He manages a weak moan while continuing to rut against Erwin, swallowing hard before breathing, “Y-yeah. Fuck. Feels s’good.”
Erwin seems to like that. He braces on one elbow, reaching back to clutch at Levi’s muscular thigh, feeling it flex while he rocks his hips. Levi releases Erwin’s hair to drop forward heavily onto his hands, supporting his weight as he begins fucking him in earnest. The clap of his hips meeting Erwin’s ass fills the room. He fucks him brutally, sparing him no force. Erwin’s groaning is eruptive, incoherent—he’s unable to do much at all but take it. Levi can maintain a pounding pace for a solid minute, fucking his husband right into the bed. Those deep groans turn into cries of his name, edging him on, pleading mindlessly as the bed makes contact with the wall and the boards of the bed frame growl in complaint. It’s only when Levi’s thighs scream for a rest, burning, his lungs gasping, does he regretfully slow down.
“Touch your cock,” Levi pants out, pushing at Erwin’s thighs, encouraging him to rise higher up on his knees, just enough so he can reach down and grip himself. Levi makes sure he is, seeing the motion of his arm, hearing the wet, slick sound of it, before he begins moving again. Erwin is whimpering, shaking hard underneath him. In favor of getting his husband off, Levi gradually intensifies the force of his thrusting, ignoring the burn in his thighs, the sweat dripping down his skin.
The higher, more desperate moans rising out of Erwin are too fucking sexy—abruptly, Levi has a strong urge to pull out, to throw aside the strap-on just so Erwin can take over and start fucking him instead. He wants to see his face as he comes apart. He wants to feel his dick pulsate inside of him as he shot his load, his broader hips leaving bruises against Levi’s inner thighs. It’s this thought that brings Levi close, his eyes rolling up and teeth baring as he pounds into Erwin, unable to control himself as arousal and instinct takes over.
But it dies back down as he’s not stimulated consistently, his chest heaving and body absolutely burning. Damn, he got real close there. He gasps for air, licking his dry lips as he slows from the demanding pace to something firm and deep. A far withdrawal, and a hard snap back in that evokes low, long groans from Erwin. Resting back on his ankles, hands cupping around Erwin’s hips, Levi begins fucking him in upward rolls of his hips, a kind of awkward doggy style that is certainly an insufficient angle on Erwin’s prostate.
“I can—keep going all night,” he says breathlessly, spanking one hand over Erwin’s ass, watching it ripple. He can’t help but grin a little at that. “I will fuck you until the sun rise—rises if that’s what it takes, sweetheart. Do you want me to keep going?”
“I-I—Levi, I’m so close,” Erwin begins weakly. Seated back on his calves like this, it occurs to Levi that Erwin is trembling wildly. He’s pulling at his heavy dick with one big hand; Levi sees the thick droplets of his pre-cum shining on the covers. Levi hums softly. He spanks him again, a hard, flat-palmed strike that has Erwin squirming and gasping.
“Give me… a minute,” Levi pants, laughing softly. He pushes Erwin forward, and Erwin drops like a ragdoll, settling into the pillows once more. Levi lowers himself down onto Erwin’s bigger body, fully laying upon him. He snuggles into him, kissing weakly over his shoulder and neck. Erwin hums in pleasure, a low rumble not far from a purr. He brings his hand back to cup it behind Levi’s head, fingers threading through sweat-damp locks.
“You having fun?” Levi murmurs, gazing heavy-lidded at Erwin’s partial profile. “I know your dick is telling me plenty about how it feels, but what do you think?”
“I’m thinking I would like to kiss you,” Erwin replies, voice rough. He lifts up onto an elbow, even when carrying Levi’s full weight. Levi laughs, placing a hand against the bed. Grinning broadly, exposing teeth and dimples, Erwin twists enough to pull Levi into a kiss. It’s an awkward angle on his spine, taking their height difference into account, but Erwin leans over enough to reach Levi’s smiling lips. Their mouths softly overlap together, gentle and reaffirming. Kissing isn’t as fun when he’s breathless and his mouth feels dry from exertion, so Levi pulls back to kiss him on the corner of his mouth, his chin. Erwin goes lax against the bed. Levi shifts on his knees, jostling the dildo inside Erwin, and Erwin shudders. Placing his hands around his lower back, Levi murmurs in a low command, “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you, Erwin. I want you to come with this dildo deep in your ass but I’m going to need you to pitch in.”
Erwin chuckles.
“And what if I don’t come?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it happen.”
“Funny how promising an orgasm becomes a threat somehow.”
Grinning, Levi runs his hands up and down Erwin’s broad back while Erwin adjusts underneath him, sneaking a hand down to begin touching himself again. Levi waits for him to get comfortable before he begins to move. Hands braced on Erwin’s back, Levi rolls his hips against him slow and easy, deep and fluid, evoking softer, breathier moans from his husband. He can feel Erwin’s body clenching up under him, muscles tensing, an indication of what Levi hopes is his upcoming orgasm. This spurs him on, intensifying the force of his thrusting until his pelvis is smacking firm and loud against Erwin’s ass, jostling the bed and evoking greater sounds from the depths of him.
“I—I’m—hnhn, ah! Right there! So good, s’good…!” Erwin exclaims, his unoccupied hand flying back once again to clutch at Levi’s thigh, his knee. Levi breathes heavily, cheeks puffing with his effort, face and body burning. He fucks fast into Erwin, focusing solely on keeping tempo while Erwin starts making repressed, almost animalistic sounds that coincide with the violent trembling of his body.
“C-com—coming—I’m coming—” Erwin barely manages to gasp out, ragged and weak, arm moving with the motion of his desperate stroking. His voice sounds so fucking gone, so horny, so blissful that Levi loses sense of self momentarily. He presses down firmly into Erwin’s ass, gripping white-knuckled at his hips to begin rocking his hips back and forth, grinding the dildo far into him while rubbing his own sensitive dick against the harness. Levi bares his teeth, snarling, while Erwin’s low, rumbling moan vibrates through them both.
The moment passes, and Levi’s blinding flash of lust fades. Instead, his exhaustion catches up. He collapses onto Erwin’s heaving back, angling his hips to let the dildo pop out of him. He’s so fucking slick, so turned on, he can feel it dripping down his thighs. Not often that happens. Jesus.
“Shit,” Levi pants heavily, speech staggered by his breathlessness. “That—that was hot. What’d you think, babe?”
“Mhhm…”
About as much as he could expect from Erwin after that. Chuckling, Levi kisses him on the shoulder and then rises. He strokes his hands up and down along Erwin’s big thighs, damp with sweat, seeping through the nylon stockings. Erwin is absolutely limp against covers, his only movement his intakes of breath. Levi squeezes his thighs, smiling at his spent state, finding it quite cute. He gets up from the bed, loosens the strap-on harness during the walk into the adjoined bathroom. He steps out of it to place both the harness and the dildo atop the towel he left on the counter for this exact purpose. He’s quick to wash his hands before reentering the bedroom.
Erwin is seated up now, drinking from one of the water bottles previously placed on their nightstand. He hands it to Levi after Levi gets settled beside him on the bed. Accepting it, Levi gratefully downs the remainder. He’s fucking parched. While he chugs it, he feels two hands on his thighs, stroking along his heated skin. Levi leans past the other man to set the empty bottle on the nightstand.
And then, abruptly, arms wind around his midsection, lifting him and tossing him effortlessly against the pillows. A shocked laugh bursts from Levi. He looks up at Erwin with wide eyes and a grin while Erwin shifts closer on his knees, smiling. Glancing down, Levi notices that his dick is still maintaining a sliver of rigidity, though heavy by its own weight—framed by his big thighs in sheer stockings, it makes for an indulgent sight.
“God, come here,” Levi growls, reaching out to pass his hands over Erwin’s stomach and up to his chest, letting his legs fall open. The hunger in Erwin’s eyes is hard to miss, and Levi sees this easily. He clutches at Erwin’s hips, pulls him in, wraps his legs around him. Erwin’s low moan vibrates between them when Levi angles himself to rub against his softening shaft, bringing his hand down to keep it in place while he ground up into him. Levi drops his head back against the bed, looking up at him past hooded eyes while circling the head of his dick against his sensitive growth. It has his hips jolting back into the bed, yet he still chases the feeling, eyelids fluttering shut.
He feels Erwin shift over him. He cracks his eyes open to see his husband kiss over his chest, higher up along his throat. Levi allows it, humming lowly. Erwin then pulls back to watch his face while carefully pushing his middle finger into his front hole; obviously checking for discomfort. There is none. Levi just watches him, placid and warm. The way Erwin blinks widely looking at him makes Levi snort with an amused sneer on his reddening face.
“I can’t remember the last time you were this wet,” Erwin murmurs. Levi grunts.
“Yeah. Making a damn mess.”
Through hooded eyes he watches Erwin’s face while he sits back and stares, undoubtedly drinking in the sight of his undeniable arousal—Levi can certainly feel it clinging to his inner thighs, even seeping further back, caught in downy hair. Erwin licks his lips, blue eyes flashing up to meet Levi’s. Levi breathes out shakily, lips open and eyes weak. He arches his hips up towards him in silent permission.
Erwin doesn’t hesitate with Levi’s consent. He leans in, drags the flat width of his tongue up from Levi’s asshole, across the velvety parts of him glistening with his arousal, only to pull back at the crest. It’s as if he only wanted to get a taste, licking up his lust. Levi hums softly from the feeling, though it certainly takes more than that to make him squirm.
Rather than dig in, Erwin turns his head to begin kissing and biting along his thigh while easing his middle finger back inside him. Just as fine by Levi. He knows Erwin washed his hands and clipped his nails before this, so he anticipates only good things. But even then, he brings his arm up to drape it over his brow, hiding behind his wrist.
It doesn’t take long for him to add his index finger, and his fingers are big enough on their own—Levi tenses up in pleasure, even from that. He works them back and forth into Levi while he lays gentle kisses along his abs, following the path his dark happy trail makes up to his clenching stomach. Levi can barely watch, peeking past his wrist as Erwin kisses his way back down to his thighs. What a fucking softie.
It becomes apparent he was testing the waters, mindful of any discomfort on Levi’s end. He angles his wrist the right way, finding the spot that really makes Levi lose it. Gradually, he intensifies the firm, deep pumping of his fingers into harder, more satisfying thrusts, plunging his broad fingers into the heat of him. A withheld moan comes out choked from between Levi’s grit teeth, his eyes flinching shut. He weakly braces up on his elbows, fists clutching the sheets. Erwin wraps his arm around Levi’s thigh so he can reach in and begin thumbing gingerly at his sensitive growth, handling him carefully, watching his face.
Levi tosses his head back into the sheets, deep, vibrating moans pouring forth from his open mouth. He rocks his hips up into it, following the motion at an opposite tempo so Erwin thrusts his fingers that much harder into him. Levi bares his teeth, eyes flashing open to look at Erwin, seeing the focus in his gaze, a burning blue flame. Okay, shit. Maybe watching isn’t so bad. Erwin is fucking beautiful.
Erwin pauses if only to begin curling his fingers hard up into his g-spot, wrist visibly straining. This has Levi arching his back and twisting his hips, as if the feeling is too great, but Erwin easily follows, preventing the closure of his legs with his weight. He leans heavily into Levi’s thigh while he pumped his fingers repeatedly, flexing them into the same spot as Levi squirms and cries out, squeezing his muscular thighs helplessly around Erwin’s broad shoulders.
“Fuck,” he gasps harshly, face dazed and eyes wide. “Hnn—! Oh, fuck! Erwin, Erwin, ahn, fuck, Erwin! Fuck me, oh, god, fuck me…!”
It doesn’t occur to him how desperate and horny he sounds—all he can think about is more, more, more. A real damn shame that Erwin got off already. He wants to get fucked by the other man so fucking badly. Wants to get as good as he gave.
He goes limp when Erwin pauses momentarily. Panting, Levi lets his legs fall open as the pleasure fades. Too dazed, he doesn’t register Erwin shifting further back until he’s kissing around his swollen dick. Groaning, Levi reaches out to clutch a fistful of Erwin’s hair, eyes hooded and mouth open.
“Come on,” Levi gasps, arching his hips up, pulling a little on his hair. “Come on, babe. Give me your mouth.”
It’s not like Erwin was ever opposed. He grins, easily gives in when Levi brings his other hand down to join the other, fisting in his hair, guiding—pretty much forcing—his head down. Both Erwin and Levi moan when he finally closes his mouth around him. He slides his fingers out of Levi, winds his big arms around his thighs to keep him rooted, and begins licking into him with long, flat strokes of his tongue between the flushed folds of him. Levi’s entire body shudders, a wave of relief traversing through him, transforming into a strike of lightning when the pleasure hits him.
Erwin’s tongue is big and hot, pushing into him firmly, a back and forth plunging that feels too damn good. Sweeping over him indulgently, up to the crest of him. Erwin treats his growth gently, though every lick has Levi’s legs jolting hard, but the entrapping clutch of Erwin’s arms prevents him from squirming away. Erwin is familiar with it, with him.
Erwin lathes his cock with the warm, heavy weight of his tongue. A gasp showing bared teeth pulls back Levi’s lips. His knees begin to close, but Erwin pulls them apart and does it again. Levi laughs sharply, twisting his hips, and Erwin follows, mouthing at him fully, sucking at him and licking again through the valley of his slick arousal. Levi squirms, legs shaking hard, chest heaving. Through flinching eyes he watches Erwin, taking in the appearance of his disheveled hair, his red cheeks, his proud nose pressed into the groomed hair on his pubic bone. Levi can feel his jaw working and flexing, flush against him, the slight scratch of his developing facial hair. He’s mouthing and sucking at the entirety of him as if he would rather do nothing more. Fuck, that feeling is incredible.
But when Erwin focuses on his sensitive growth again, teasing at it gently with his lips and tongue, smoldering blue eyes trained on him, Levi has to press his wrist to his mouth, hiding behind his clenched fist as the sensation overcomes his body. Erwin sucks it into his mouth and tongues gingerly at the hood, startling a cry out of Levi, muffled into his fist. He digs his heels into the bed and arches up into Erwin’s face, gasping. Following his lead, Erwin allows it and passes the heavy, hot weight of his tongue repeatedly up between the soft, warm folds of him, searching deeper and deeper before he’s pushing his tongue into his front hole, fingers coming up to stroke gently at his pulsating cock. Levi can’t believe how fucking good that feels. He’s actually shaking, his hands trembling from where they lay clenched in fists upon the rumpled covers.
“Put your—put your fingers—back…” Levi gasps softly. Erwin is quick to oblige, always a man to please. He slides two broad fingers into the slickness of him, turns his wrist, and begins pushing them firmly into his g-spot. As soon as Erwin resumes mouthing at his growth, Levi arches back up on his heels, bursting out a sharp noise of pleasure. He’s so gentle in how he sweeps his tongue across his dick, as if coaxing the nerves to life all over again, only before wetly closing his mouth around him and applying light suction.
The combination of his powerful fingering and soft sucking soon makes Levi feel like he’s about to fucking explode. His entire body arches, head craning back as another desperate laugh rises out of him, soon followed by a deep, genuine moan. Erwin is relentless, determined, focused, working him and working him while Levi remains suspended, feeling like he’s about to fly apart, trembling wildly. This feeling is so intense, so engulfing, flames rising higher and higher in intensity until they consume him entirely.
“I’m gonna fuckin’—come—oh, my fucking God!” Levi screams, his entire body jolting, rocking up into Erwin’s face. He then howls in agonizing pleasure, a rising cry that rips him from as he ejaculates right across Erwin’s face. Erwin flinches back, taken by surprise, though Levi is far from noticing. He continues rocking his hips as the gut-deep pulsing flows through his body, his hands clawing at the sheets. And then all tension simply disappears from his body; he collapses back against the bed, chest heaving as he gasps for breath.
Dazed and out of his head, Levi rubs his thighs together, hands clutching at his own hips while the waves of hot pleasure die down, fingers yearning to reach back in to play with himself if only to prolong the feeling. Then he truly goes limp, cheek turned to the bed. He died, he thinks dimly.
“I… I think that’s the first time I’ve ever made you ejaculate like that, Levi,” Erwin’s deep voice murmurs from his right; apparently, he had moved to lay beside him while Levi was recuperating from his destruction. Levi grunts lethargically in question.
“Wh… what? You’ve made me come many times before…”
His voice sounds thick, nearly a slur. Erwin’s warm hand rests on his forearm. It feels nice. Levi turns to face the other man without opening his eyes, seeking the source of warmth like a cat. He curls into his front, and Erwin happily holds him. Their legs tangle, the nylon of Erwin’s stockings a nice sensation against his skin—an appreciated reminder. Levi goes lax against him, enjoying the feeling of his chest pressing against him with every inhale.
“No, I mean you just sprayed all over my face.”
Levi’s eyes snap open. He pulls away from Erwin, rapidly takes in the state of his face. But it’s free of any fluids, and instead, he’s smiling weakly at him, blue eyes soft and sated. He must have cleaned up when Levi was coming back to his body. Levi blushes, a burning heat that rises to his face.
“I must have missed that.”
Erwin chuckles. He draws Levi back to his chest, comfortably winding his arms around his smaller form, and begins stroking at his sweat-dampened hair.
“That only happens with toys, and only when you do it to yourself, right? Must have pressed the right buttons. It was very sexy, I have to admit. If I wasn’t so startled, I would’ve kept it going.”
Levi snorts.
“Then you would’ve actually killed me. I blacked the fuck out there.”
Erwin continues petting at his hair—he knows Levi’s weakness, damn it. Not fair. It makes Levi melt into his embrace, eyes closing. Erwin kisses him on the head and murmurs, “Death by orgasm. Not the worst way to go.”
Throwing his earlier joke back at him, of course. Cute, dumb idiot. Levi laughs, muffled into his chest. He feels Erwin’s chuckle more than he hears it. It’s only as they’re laying there cuddling—Levi soaking in the feeling of Erwin’s warmth, of his breathing—does Levi become quite aware of how wet the sheets are underneath them. Reluctantly, he pries himself from Erwin’s embrace, and they both glance down to establish the state of their sheets. Levi stares, wide-eyed. It’s kind of disgusting that they’re lying in this, but his shock easily outweighs his revulsion.
“Wow.”
“Indeed. Shall we get up and shower? We can take care of the covers after.”
Levi nods wordlessly, stunned. Erwin takes his hand and then coaxes him up onto his feet, and they both slip into the adjoined bathroom. As he’s taking a seat to piss, Levi can’t help the grin that spreads across his face, watching Erwin carefully roll the stockings down and off his muscular legs. He gently lays them against the counter, and grumbles over the fluids that now tarnish the sleek material.
“I can get it out, don’t worry,” Levi mutters, earning a glance from the other man. Erwin gives him a slight smile. Then he begins loosening the straps of the bra harness, chin tucking to his chest to see what he’s doing, brow knitting in focus. It’s somehow cute, seeing Erwin struggle with the lingerie. He eventually gives up with a pout, looking at Levi helplessly. Levi laughs, holds up a finger. He cleans himself, flushes the toilet, washes his hands. Then he turns to Erwin, waggles his fingers menacingly while he approaches. Erwin chuckles. Reaching out, Levi dutifully loosens the straps he struggled with. He helps him work it up over his head. Careful to avoid entanglement, Levi drapes it atop the bathroom counter next to the stockings.
“Thank you,” Erwin says sweetly, placing a quick kiss to the crown of Levi’s head before turning to the shower. Levi grunts in reply. He takes the opportunity to begin cleaning the strap-on and harness he left on the counter while Erwin gets the shower ready. As he works his hands over the dildo, the suds of his toy cleaner dripping off his fingers and wrists, Levi thinks back to Erwin getting absolutely pounded by this thing. No, by him.
Levi rinses his hands and the toys, sets them out to dry, and finally steps into the shower enclosure to join his husband under the hot spray. They share a loving, smacking kiss and then Erwin, as thoughtful as ever, squeezes out some of Levi’s shampoo to begin washing his hair for him. A perfect conclusion, Levi thinks—getting pampered. He earned it. Fucking his husband’s brains out is pretty damn exhausting work. But someone has to do it, right?