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Their sex life isn’t a typical one. It’s not a matter of spontaneity, or falling into bed with the need to feel each other. No, their desires fall in sadism, masochism.
Erwin spanking Levi because Levi needs to be kept in check, because he enjoys it. Putting his cock in a cage and controlling how often he orgasms, when he orgasms. Erwin implementing rules of restraint, of self-control. Having Levi edge himself for an hour only to deny him an orgasm in the end. Allowing Levi the privilege to fuck him if he’s been especially good.
That being said, penetrative sex still occurs when they both want it to—it’s not unheard of. It’s just not as common. It’s for this reason that Levi often fantasizes about getting fucked by the other man. Used by him for his own pleasure. Tied down and acting as Erwin’s sex toy in whichever way he sees fit. Or, even the simpler version: Erwin pinning him down to the bed and fucking him fast and hard, holding him, kissing him, claiming him.
And it’s this desire that follows Levi throughout the day. Erwin is gone for work while Levi is left at home, aching with a need. It haunts him as he cleans their house, works on his own form of income—painting in his studio. But even then, seated at the easel, putting together the next piece—all he can think about is Erwin coming behind him, wrapping his arms around him, kissing him. Lifting him up and effortlessly carrying him back to their bedroom to fuck him against the wall, the floor, the bed, the dresser.
It’s this annoying, constant fantasizing that leaves him with a hard-on that he’s not even allowed to tend to. He can’t stand the thought of Erwin not fulfilling what he needs when he gets back home that night.
He ends up texting him, confessing that Erwin has to fuck him tonight. Not with a sex toy, not with a fucking machine, not with his fist. He needs him. Erwin hadn’t even debated it. He’d replied with a simple: ‘Alright, love. Be ready for it by the time I walk in through the door.’
And now the time has come. Levi is more than ready, ready for anything. He’d spontaneously replaced their bed sheets, spent two hours in the bathroom cleaning himself and shaving, putting hair products in to make his hair smell amazing. Covered his body in lotion so he’s soft to Erwin’s touch, a pleasant perfume radiating from him, though not overwhelmingly so. The need to be as appealing as possible in every sense in hope that Erwin will let go of everything and just fuck him normally.
It’s all apart of the fun, for Erwin. Keeping Levi in suspense, wondering what he’s going to do next. He may promise they’ll have “normal” sex, but he might enforce it in a way Levi would not anticipate.
He’s standing at the kitchen counter with two wine glasses and a bottle in front of him when he hears the front door unlocking, opening. Footsteps.
Excitement peaks, an ignited flame in Levi’s belly. He hears movement in the mudroom, the closet door creaking. Erwin takes a minute to put away his shoes, his coat, before pacing into Levi’s line of sight. Erwin gives him a warm smile.
He seems to have changed out of his scrubs; he’s wearing a pair of ironed slacks, a casual button-up with the sleeves folded up to his elbows, joined by one of his vests. Something to change into after a long twelve hour shift at the hospital. His feet are lacking his shoes, showing his black socks. His footsteps are quiet as he crosses into the living room, placing his bag beside the couch.
Joining Levi in the kitchen, he pulls him into his arms and Levi sinks heavily into it, closing his eyes. Just the smell of him, the heat of him, makes Levi immediately half-hard, stiffening in his black sweatpants. It’s like a trigger someplace in his brain; he was trained to be aroused by this man. Just his presence is setting him off.
Levi nuzzles into him while a big hand comes up to stroke at the back of his head. Erwin smells like he showered before leaving the hospital. The faint, pleasant scent of his body wash, joined by the natural scent of him. Levi loves it.
“Welcome home,” he mumbles into Erwin, stroking his broad hands up and down his back. Erwin hums softly. He squeezes him in his arms, pulls back just enough to kiss him on the forehead. They meet eyes. Erwin looks tired, and it plants doubt in Levi’s mind. Should he let him rest, rather than ask for sex? But, Erwin smiles.
“Let’s have some wine. But first, I’m going to change into something more comfortable. Wait for me here, darling, I won’t be long.”
Levi nods. Erwin places another firm, warm kiss to his forehead, cradling the back of his head, and it makes Levi blush, smile.
They spend longer than Levi anticipated standing in the kitchen after Erwin comes back down, dressed now in a long-sleeved cotton shirt and pyjama pants that conform nicely to his muscular legs. They stand side by side at the kitchen counter, drinking from their wine. Erwin speaks of this patient of his with a curious disease of the brain that he’ll have to approach in a method he doesn’t often practice, and Levi, admittedly, finds himself interested despite being very erect in Erwin’s presence. He also talks lamely about what he’s working on, the painting, but not much has developed, and—Levi doesn’t care about this conversation anymore.
Erwin seems to sense this, which is easy to do considering how long they’ve been married. Levi has always been shit at concealing his impatience. He gently pries Levi’s glass of wine from his hand, places both aside, and then takes him by the wrist. He strokes his thumb along his skin while guiding him into their open-space living room, with Levi’s many potted plants and Erwin’s eye for décor. Even that touch is electrifying to Levi.
“I think for now I’d like some time to relax,” Erwin says this while gesturing to their wide sectional, indicating for Levi to get comfortable. Levi nods wordlessly, watching Erwin approach the closet to retrieve two folded blankets. He tosses them to Levi and Levi unfolds them. Meanwhile, Erwin turns on the TV. He doesn’t ask Levi what he feels like watching. He just puts on a movie they’ve seen many times, one they both enjoy—background noise. Obviously, he mostly wants to cuddle.
They arrange themselves comfortably on the sectional with Erwin spooning Levi, blankets wrapped around them both. The feeling of Erwin’s warmer, bigger body encasing him is simultaneously comforting and exciting. Levi sinks into his embrace, smiling faintly to himself.
With the lights off, the flat screen on low volume—it’s very relaxing. He’s hoping Erwin won’t fall asleep, though. A buzzing arousal tickles in the depths of Levi’s belly, keeping him somewhat hard throughout the cuddling. The scent of Erwin surrounding him keeps his mind wide awake, the burn of his skin against his own thrilling.
It’s twenty minutes into the movie when Levi feels Erwin’s big hand move down from under his shirt. He gently hooks his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, easing them down until they get caught on Levi’s knees. He purposefully didn’t wear anything under it. Erwin discovers this, one broad hand mapping across his muscular thigh, up to his ass. He grips him so hard the flesh bunches in his fingers. It has Levi sucking in a pained breath through his teeth. It immediately makes Levi’s cock twitch back to full arousal, stiff against his thigh.
Those confident fingers slip in-between his muscular asscheeks to boldly stroke over his hole, a burning touch that represents Erwin’s possession, his control. He tests by sinking two fingertips into him. It’s done very easily; Levi’s body is well-trained in receiving anything, and he fucked himself with a dildo soon before Erwin arrived. Levi shudders.
“Do you still want it?” Erwin asks softly, so quietly as if he hardly said it at all. Levi nods immediately. He speaks just as lowly.
“Yeah. Can’t stop thinking about it. So do something.”
Erwin shifts up onto his elbow behind the smaller man. Withdrawing his hand from under the blankets, he leans over Levi, trapping his body under his torso. The weight of Erwin’s body, the disregard for his comfort—Levi stares wide-eyed at nothing, amazed by the arousal that pulses through him so easily. Erwin pulls open the drawer in the coffee table. He grabs the bottle of lube they keep there for this exact reason. Levi watches, mute with his own anticipation, his uncertainty in what Erwin wants him to do.
Should he contribute to this? Are they having vanilla sex, or does the other man have intent? Erwin is such a control freak, he can’t be sure. But as always, he’s also quite intuitive to Levi’s needs, his doubts.
“You don’t have to do anything,” whispers Erwin, his words a brush of air against Levi’s hair, the back of his ear. “I’ll take care of you.”
Behind him, Erwin pulls down his own sleep pants. Levi groans softly under his breath, smothering one hand over his lower face, closing his eyes. He felt Erwin’s heavy, hot erection flop out and rest against his lower back, his ass. He’s already so damn hard, holy shit. He’s solid against him. And then there’s the quiet pop of the lube bottle, the slick sound of Erwin wetting himself. The firm glide of Erwin wiping some off his fingers and onto Levi’s clenching hole, an act that gets him going like nothing else—it means he’s about to get fucked, claimed by his husband in one way or another. Levi shudders. He shifts, moving a little higher up on his side so Erwin has an easier reach. His wet cock lays against him, a burning brand.
Erwin leans in over Levi’s small body again, smothering him to the couch in his reach to place the lube back on the coffee table—it has Levi moaning, a sound muffled into his own hand. Erwin hums softly, a vibration felt from his chest, pressed to his back. Levi stares wide-eyed at the TV, seeing but unseeing the movie as he feels Erwin’s warm hand travel from his hip, stroking along his thigh, only to grip himself and press the thick head directly to Levi’s hole. For a moment he rubs it firmly along the sensitive, fluttering ring, teasing Levi and evoking a gasp.
Then he begins pushing in, confident and cruel. He doesn’t wait for Levi to adjust. They both know he can take it. He pushes in fully, one big hand gripping at Levi’s hip, until his balls are flat against Levi’s asscheek, and their thighs are aligned again. It hurts, enough for Levi to squeeze his eyes shut, biting into his fingers as a loud grunt bursts from his chest, his throat. Even after fucking himself with a dildo beforehand, nothing can ever prepare his body for such a sizable insertion.
The sudden, deep penetration is intense without any warm-up, any gentleness. The burn isn’t unbearable, but it’s uncomfortable. Erwin is fully seated inside of him, motionless, allowing Levi’s woefully small ass to accommodate. Levi shifts on his side, trying to find a comfortable position amid this hurried impalement.
But Erwin understands it’s pointless; he gently flattens his large hand against Levi’s heaving belly, pushes firmly until Levi stops squirming and instead arches his ass back into the seat of Erwin’s pelvis. Erwin strokes lovingly at his lower belly.
Then he gets comfortable; he adjusts on his side behind Levi, jostling his cock sheathed deep in Levi’s body. It has Levi grimacing, another restrained grunt bursting from his throat. Erwin shushes him softly, winds his powerful arm around his smaller husband, propping his cheek against his head among locks of black. Levi pants audibly, trying so hard not to moan, now understanding exactly what Erwin is going for. He tries to refocus on the TV, but the burning rod of Erwin’s thick shaft sheathed far into his body is a bit distracting.
It takes some time for the throbbing burn in Levi’s ass to subside. Levi wonders, dazedly, if Erwin can feel his heartbeat. He hasn’t withdrawn even slightly since he pushed in five minutes ago. His pelvis is snug to his ass, smothered against him firm enough that Levi can feel the curls of dark blonde hair against the upper skin of his asscheeks, his furry thighs tickling against his own. His balls are heavy and burning hot against his inner thigh, and Levi swears he can feel them clench from time to time, alongside the twitching of Erwin’s shaft at the sensitive rim of his hole. And—that’s fucking hot.
Levi is leaking pre-cum all over himself, his cock completely stiff and screaming for touch, laying uselessly against his thigh and the couch. His hands rest curled in front of his face, and they cry for him to reach down and stroke at himself—but Erwin said he doesn’t have to do anything. From Erwin, that could mean don’t do anything. Touching himself is something that is strictly under Erwin’s command, regardless. It’s an indulgence Levi isn’t allowed to grant himself anymore.
At some point, Erwin begins smelling Levi. With his cheek to his head, he turns to nose at his soft locks, reminding Levi of an animal rooting around, looking for a treat. The analogy nearly makes Levi snort. Instead, he quells it, and enjoys the feeling of possessiveness—Erwin enjoying his body further.
One big hand rests on Levi’s stomach, rising and falling with each breath. One broad thumb passing back and forth across pale skin. It’s like an unspoken reminder of what lays beyond it, kept buried inside of him. Erwin doesn’t maintain that total rigidity like this, not as stiff as he was when penetrating him, but enough that it stays comfortably inside of Levi.
“You smell good,” murmurs Erwin, his deep voice traveling through Levi’s skull. Levi shifts slightly, flustered in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.
“Good enough for you to start moving?” he mutters. He’s getting warm under here. Sweat is dripping out from the crevice of his knees, beading on his back. He raises one knee, planting his foot against the couch. He pushes back into Erwin’s pelvis. He can feel Erwin’s pubic hair clinging to him with sweat. Gross. But also... hot. Levi likes the idea of them getting sweaty together in the primal sense, but the mess they’ll be making of the couch battles that appreciation. The haze of arousal and sex easily wins that debate; he doesn’t complain.
Instead, he begins arching his hips forward, sliding off Erwin’s shaft, only to settle back into his hips until their thighs join and he can feel Erwin’s balls against him. He grins, closing his eyes. After laying with this thing up his ass for so long, his nerves are much more alive, sensitive to stimulation. His cock throbs against his leg, and he feels the slickness of pre-cum on his skin.
He moves to do it again. Erwin flattens his hand against his stomach, holds him still, bodies flush.
“Where are you going?” Erwin murmurs into his ear. Levi’s heart leaps in instinctual apprehension, maybe fear if he stretched the definition. The voice of submission calls for him, but they’re not doing a scene, damn it. This is supposed to be normal fucking. How often does Levi even ask for things from Erwin anymore, when usually Erwin can fulfill him easily without prompt?
“I-I don’t want to lay here doing nothing, Erwin,” Levi growls, squirming back against his pelvis, trying to stimulate himself. “My balls are so fucking sore. You know how long it’s been since I got off? Of course you know, Erwin, you know because you don’t let me touch myself, or deny me when we’re doing a scene. It’s been two weeks. Two damn weeks, and—and that’s apart of it, I get it, but if you’re going to just tease me like this, I’m—going to lose my mind.”
“Just a little longer,” Erwin softly replies, and Levi can almost hear the smile in his voice. He rubs his hand over Levi’s heaving stomach, lower and lower. He rests it over his pubic hair, so close to his cock now. It winds Levi up so much, his entire body ripples with tension. Frustrated, Levi thrusts his hips slightly, snapping, “Just touch my dick if you’re going to!”
“Someone’s getting cranky,” laughs Erwin. “So impatient. Did you forget that telling me to do something won’t make me do it? In fact, being a brat and demanding pleasure makes me want to torture you even more.”
“Erwin…” Levi moans in dismay, grabbing onto his wrist. “I just—I wanted—“
“To get fucked without a scene, I understand,” Erwin interrupts. He’s definitely grinning, the asshole. “And you are. So calm down. You think I wouldn’t satisfy whatever my cute, perfect husband asks for? Of course I will. I’m going to pin you to the couch and have my way with you, but you need to wait for that. Understand?”
Levi grits his teeth. He’s shaking now, he realizes, with the urge to touch his cock and stroke himself to an orgasm. It has been so fucking long, and the agony of today has made his entire groin ache with need since his first erection of the day.
What would Erwin do, if he just reached down under the blankets and played with himself? Maybe if he did it slow enough, quiet enough, he could at least touch the head of his dick and make himself come that way. Having Erwin inside his ass like this would be enough. It would be breaking his promise, but if Erwin doesn’t know...
“Levi.”
It snaps him out of it. Levi swallows thickly.
“Y-Yeah, yeah. Got it. Fine.”
“Good. Relax,” Erwin whispers, spoken softly into Levi’s hair.
He kisses him on the head, continues stroking his hand over Levi’s flexing stomach, a nice touch. But one that also worsens his desire. So close to his dick... his ring and pinky fingers are passing through his happy trail, his pubic hair, and it’s driving him so fucking crazy.
Levi squirms, hands in fists under the blankets, clawing at the cushion. He’s struggling to restrain the urge to just slide one down, to grip himself in his hand. He knows he’s going to convince himself. He knows he’s going to do it and Erwin is going to punish him. He’s going to punish him, because even if they’re having “normal” penetrative sex, Levi isn’t allowed to touch his dick without permission, even if Erwin is fucking the hell out of him at the time.
Restless, Levi hooks the foot of his raised leg behind Erwin’s, using it as leverage to grind back into his pelvis, essentially using him as a toy without actually moving his hips back and forth. Erwin chuckles, a burst of warm air through Levi’s locks.
“Lay still,” he insists, flattening his hand against his hip, sternly gripping him there, hard enough to hurt. “I know you can be patient.”
Gritting his teeth, Levi says nothing, but obeys. He stops wiggling back against him, and attempts to relax completely on his side, refocusing on the images on their flat screen. They’re not doing a scene, but the urge to please Erwin with a muttered yes, sir teeters on his tongue. Maybe it would convince Erwin to actually touch him.
“I need you,” begins Levi through his teeth, face aflame, “to grab my hands and p-pin them, or something. I’m losing self-restraint.”
Another soft laugh from Erwin runs across Levi’s scalp, evoking a shudder. The tinge of embarrassment burns in Levi’s face, his chest. Erwin’s low voice is teasing, a rumble against his hair.
“That desperate? Were you horny all day, love?”
Levi feels Erwin’s cock throb inside of him—the idea must excite him. Levi closes his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. He clenches up tight around Erwin, gains the response he hoped for. Erwin takes in a deep, audible breath, and pushes his hips against Levi’s ass, firm enough it forces Levi forward, enough for Levi to brace his hand against the cushion, mouth falling open. The hot strike of arousal that pulses through Levi’s belly shoots down to his groin, an electric feeling tingling up and down his balls, his dick. He groans.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “All fucking day. I think I walked around hard more than I did soft. Fucking hell. Grab my wrists, Erwin, I mean it.”
Obliging, Erwin taps Levi on the forearm, snapping his fingers. Levi obediently drags his arms back, obeying the cue to present crossed wrists. With one big hand, Erwin engulfs Levi’s small wrists in his fingers, his palm, gripping hard enough Levi couldn’t escape without struggle.
Erwin props himself up on an elbow, his hand sliding up through Levi’s silky black hair, dampening with sweat now. He grips a light fistful, pulls his head back far enough Levi has to rest it against Erwin’s shoulder, his wide eyes fixing up on his husband’s. Erwin smiles down at him. He leans in to kiss him, even if at an awkward angle. Levi sags back into Erwin with his full weight, eyes closing.
Their lips smash together mindlessly. Erwin tries to recover it, to bring some semblance of control to the sharing of their mouths, but Levi couldn't give less of a shit. He just wants to feel Erwin, greedy for pleasure. His lips are tingling, sensitive to his touch. Erwin has his tongue in his mouth and their lips are wet with spit, flush together.
Levi is gasping for air in-between the sloppy overlapping of their mouths, and Erwin is well-aware of his need for breath. He doesn’t let up, forcing his tongue in-between his teeth, overwhelming his tongue, until Levi begins squirming his arms in Erwin’s iron grip. When Erwin finally grants him reprieve, Levi is heaving for air, limp against Erwin’s shoulder and the couch, eyes closed and mouth open.
The gentle hand in his hair releases to instead cradle his flushed cheek, holding his head still, thumb hooked under his jaw. Levi cracks his eyes open to witness Erwin’s drool dripping thickly from his tongue, directed towards Levi’s mouth. Reflexively, Levi flinches, but the hand on his face is stern, keeping him in place.
From his startled movement, Erwin’s saliva makes a wet trail across his red cheek, but Levi is quick to right himself, turning back and sticking out his tongue so Erwin’s drool steadily flows into his mouth. Their eyes remain locked during this, Levi’s wide and burning with desperation, Erwin’s calm but hungry. Erwin doesn’t spit, he doesn’t disturb his saliva to make it foam, because that is truly Levi’s limitation—texture. It took some training to get to this point, but now it turns Levi on if it’s simply Erwin’s drool. A tool of possession and statement.
For a long, silent moment Erwin lets his saliva fill Levi’s mouth, keeping his blue eyes trained on Levi’s, who has learned that if Erwin wants eye contact, he has to grant him that. While Levi continues gasping for air, hands clawed behind his back, Erwin waits until he’s satisfied. Then he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, licks his lips.
“Close your mouth, but don’t swallow,” he instructs. Levi obeys, letting his teeth click together, wide-eyed and watching the other man closely.
The hot weight of Erwin’s saliva sits heavily in the back of his mouth. The broad hand on his face, keeping his head still, doesn’t retract. Erwin keeps him rooted like this, head turned up towards him. Levi understands why. He leans down to lick a long, flat stripe from the point of Levi’s chin, across his sealed lips, over his nostrils, his nose, settling between his eyebrows. Levi huffs loudly through his nose, closing his eyes. Seeing this, Erwin licks over his eyelids, too. Levi squirms his arms, groaning in his throat. His body is fucking burning, his cock a pulsating brand between his thighs, against his belly, weeping with his need.
“Swallow,” Erwin murmurs. Cracking his eyes open, Levi searches between Erwin’s blazing blue irises as he obeys, thickly swallowing down the mouthful of spit. Erwin smiles softly. He releases his head, and Levi holds back the horrible desire to wipe his face off onto the couch cushion. Erwin’s saliva is hot and wet on his face.
Fuck, it’s so gross, but the degradation, the claiming act, the knowledge that Erwin finds it sexy—this makes it unbearably appealing to Levi despite the shock of disgust that it shot up his spine. For this reason, he rubs his thighs together, his rock hard dick rolling around uselessly, marking him up with pre-cum. Levi groans.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he pants out, dropping his head back against Erwin’s shoulder again. He looks up at him with pleading eyes, so aroused his pathetic behavior is beyond him now. “Enough already. Just bend me over the couch and fuck me, Erwin, come on. Don’t you want to? How are you not going crazy?”
“Because I’m having just as much fun watching you suffer,” Erwin murmurs softly, and then he leans down to kiss him on the forehead. “I don’t care that you’re hard.”
Another pause, a kiss. He nuzzles into his forehead.
“I don’t care that you want me to hurry up. I am going to do what you want, sooner or later. It seems my boy has become spoiled. Demanding this, demanding that… Well, what about what I want? What if I want to make you plead? What if I want to make you so desperate, when I do actually fuck you, you’ll be sobbing because it feels so good? Thanking me as I fuck you into the floor?”
Levi can feel himself slipping into where he belongs, where he loves to be most. The necessity to maintain pride and self-identity falling away from his psyche like the scales of a dead, unwanted shell. He has no identity when Erwin has him like this. But this time—he wants to have one.
“Not this time,” Levi groans, dragging his foot along the back of Erwin’s calf, enacting a touch that will shake him out of this mindset. “Not this time, but every other time, E-Erwin, I promise, yes, always. Please, please, just fuck me. I just want you, babe… come on.”
A moment of silence, Erwin nuzzling into his forehead, his hair. He hums thoughtfully, slowly releasing Levi’s wrists.
“You’re right,” Erwin murmurs, drawing both arms fully around Levi again, a tender embrace. “I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself. I’m sorry, my love. You asked for no games, and I put us in one anyways.”
“Okay, yes, thank you, save it,” Levi grunts, rocking his hips fully now, sliding back and forth on Erwin’s burning shaft. Erwin grunts, hand flying down to grip Levi’s hip. It has Levi moaning outright, tipping his head back, eyes clenching shut so hard he sees stars. “Erwin...”
“Get up from the couch, slowly. Hands and knees on the floor for me, darling,” Erwin says while flinging the blankets off their bodies, his voice hoarser than it had been when he was in his dominant headspace—showing that Levi is affecting him so strongly. Levi begins to get up; Erwin’s hand on his hip prevents quick movement.
He can feel Erwin’s stare as Levi rises, letting his warm, stiff cock slide from his body. Erwin hums appreciatively, and Levi feels that hand grope firmly at his asscheek, spanking him once as he rises—hard enough it genuinely stings and another bolt of pleasure shoots up from Levi’s balls and to his cock.
Beyond aroused, Levi quickly steps out of his sweatpants, yanks his sleep shirt up over his head, peeling it from his skin due to how sweaty he had been. He hears Erwin undressing behind him, too.
He’s shaking like a lamb as he unsteadily walks to the open space of their living room, surrounded by his plants and watched by the moon beyond the large, unobstructed windows. Levi drops to his hands and knees, lowers to his elbows when the weight of himself becomes too great to bear. He looks back, forehead propped against his forearm, and admires this incredible, breath-taking visual.
Erwin is dimly lit by the flickering images of the playing movie. In the dark, the shadows are powerful on his muscular body, accentuating his big thighs, his hips, those abs, and his defined chest. The shadows embrace the cut of his shoulders, compliment the sharpness of his jawline. Watching him walk to the standing lamp by the couch, Levi tracks that erect cock, as impressive as the man himself, swinging tantalizingly with every step, striking against his muscular thighs. Levi has seen him naked so many times, but it is always equally rewarding.
The hair on his chest and stomach holds a dark golden color under the glow of the lamp. It thickens considerably around his groin, his inner thighs. Weighed by sweat, the curls cling to his skin—even his happy trail is defined by the moisture that was caught between them. As always, the sight of his heavy balls, forever a source of Levi’s fantasies, makes him clench his hands against the carpeted floor. The light is reflecting off the pre-cum dripping down Erwin’s thick shaft, beading thickly at the slit of the head, catching on the lip of his foreskin. Staring, completely hypnotized, Levi salivates, burning with lust by this image of his beautiful husband.
“Want your cock in me,” Levi whispers so roughly, he’s nearly surprised by the sound of his own voice. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, babe, and I—I can’t— Please, come on, come on—“
He squirms on his knees, sliding them further apart against the carpet. His cock hangs heavily between his thighs, oozing steadily onto the floor. His hand begins to travel, sliding down the carpet and raising to touch himself—but then a foot presses down on his wrist, and his arm is pinned. Levi gasps harshly. He didn’t even realize—
“Bad boy,” Erwin teases, his deep voice an amused growl. “No touching. Seems to me like you’re acting purely on what your body wants now. Are you that desperate?”
“Yeah,” whimpers Levi, “Yeah, I fucking am. My—my dick—hurts so bad…”
“You keep clenching on nothing,” Erwin observes, a grin in his voice. “It’s quite obvious to me how much you’re hurting, my love. I’ll take care of you now—just keep still.”
Then he’s stepping behind Levi and lowering, squatting behind him, one broad hand sliding up along the slope of Levi’s bowing spine. Levi watches this with hazy, rolling eyes, barely able to focus on this, knowing he’s about to get what he wants. He keeps his arm exactly where Erwin pinned it, a reminder to himself that he has to be good. Then he feels Erwin press the thick head of his cock against his hole, an incredible feeling that has Levi’s insides fluttering in joy.
Without hesitation or further teasing, Erwin begins sliding in, smooth and easy, until his heavy balls are flush to him, his damp pubic hair clinging to his skin.
With a low moan rising out of him, Levi’s body jolts, his legs snapping shut reflexively just from how intense the feeling was. Erwin releases a quiet, airy laugh. Levi is shaking, panting loudly against the floor, face flushed so intensely he can feel it. He’s curling his hands into fists, gasping out, “Yes, Erwin, please, Daddy, yes—“
So out of it as Levi is, the embarrassment of uttering that shameful term he seldom uses doesn’t register. He just says it, says it because he knows Erwin loves it. He licks his lips, hearing Erwin hum deeply in interest. He keeps just leaning into Levi, letting his cock settle far in his body again, but he’s not moving, he’s not moving, damn it—
One big hand slides between his closed legs and forces them open again, directing him to plant his knee far from the other. He pats his thigh and speaks lowly, his voice a commanding presence in the room, “Like this, sweetheart.”
Fuck, he knows what he’s doing, that fucker—calling him that fucking pet name when he knows Levi hates it because it makes him so fucking embarrassed—but—
Levi’s hand flies down to grip his cock, so unbelievably aroused by it, but he catches himself, his fingertips nearly in contact with the dripping head. Slamming his fist against the floor, Levi growls. Erwin strokes his hand up and down his back, murmuring, “Thank you. Don’t break now, sweetheart.”
Unable to bear the shame of that pet name, Levi smothers his hand over his face and groans in dismay. Erwin chuckles. And then he spanks him, hard.
A resounding collision of his big hand against Levi’s ass—Levi jumps and groans in pleasure, eyelids fluttering. The hot strike of it pierces his core, a deep, satisfying warmth burning in his balls. He clenches repeatedly around the cock filling him, his body working through the pulsating ripples of pain. Erwin shifts behind him, his hands groping firmly at Levi’s thighs, his hips, before settling them on the carpet for stability.
“Keep your hands occupied,” Erwin murmurs. “Touch your chest.”
Sluggishly Levi obeys, bringing his hands in to palm weakly at his muscular pectorals, now bearing his weight against his cheek, his shoulders. When his fingers find his nipples, pinching them and rolling them, it has him gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut.
So sensitive and wound up as he is, the sensation zaps through his body, pleasure pulsating intensely in his groin. And when Erwin begins to move, pulling out only to sink back in—it becomes so much more incredible, coming together to bring Levi that much closer to insanity. Gasping harshly and squirming on his knees, Levi’s eyes fly open only to roll shut again, mouth agape and cheeks a stark red. And then Erwin does it again.
“Nngh! Nnnnhh, oh fuck!” Levi cries, overwhelmed by how it feels, that huge cock withdrawing nearly entirely, only to sink deep into his body. Soon, Erwin doesn’t have to hold back. The give is easier, the glide smoother—he can began pumping into him faster, harder, his hips and thighs striking against him, his heavy balls slapping against his perineum, a feeling that drives Levi crazy.
He moans continuously, unashamedly, unable to help it, unable to even begin censoring himself with how far gone he is, how unbearably horny he’s become. His cock is aching so badly, his balls sore and throbbing, needing to release. Dazedly Levi continues palming and squeezing at his chest, his nipples, doing as he was told. It all feels so fucking good.
“Hhnn—a-aahn… d-daddy… unnh...” he groans long and deep, voice hitching with every deep thrust of Erwin’s hips, jarring his body, rubbing his cheek and chest into the carpet. Through hazy, fluttering eyes, Levi gazes down at the image of his pre-cum oozing from the slit of his poor cock, jerking along with every impact of Erwin’s hips upon his ass. Erwin is grunting from behind him, vocal in his own pleasure, which only turns Levi on further. The intensity of it all is getting to Levi’s head. He can barely form any kind of speech beyond the mindless moaning pouring from his agape mouth.
The force of Erwin’s thrusting gradually intensifies, harder, and harder, until the snap of his hips against Levi becomes too much. Levi rises up on his elbow, grimacing as he bore the force of it. Erwin is practically slamming into him, maintaining pace while he brings one hand up from the floor to bundle Levi’s sensitive genitals in his fist. This, combined with the incredible feeling of being fucked hard, claimed, the sensation of Erwin’s balls hitting soundly against him with every jarring thrust, of Erwin’s panting breaths ghosting across his back—it crescendos after a day of agony.
The high, long whine that rises out of Levi is genuine in his desperation, his incredible pleasure. It’s coming. He can feel it. The building orgasm is making him shake wildly. His feet are cramping up from how tightly he’s clenching his toes, the sharp pain unpleasant, but he’s so stunned, so mute from the ecstasy of getting pounded by his husband after pleading for it, needing it all day long—he can’t even do anything about the pain but bear it. The feeling doesn’t even compare to everything else.
It’s everywhere, the pleasure, and he can’t breathe. He’s groaning aloud, raw and hoarse. Erwin groans from behind him, feeling the tightening of his body around his cock.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, deep voice a wreck. He releases Levi’s genitals, strokes gingerly at his red, dripping dick with three fingers. Levi bucks, exclaiming desperately, a sharp whine. He whimpers, hand flying down to grab at Erwin’s wrist. He practically yells his next words, squirming under Erwin.
“S’fucking sen—sensitive—Daddy, please! Fuck! Ah! Let me come, can I come, please, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come! Ah! Stop! Stop!”
He kicks his legs under Erwin, pulling helplessly at his husband’s wrist. He’s so scared of coming without permission, afraid Erwin will stop entirely if he does.
“It’s alright,” Erwin raises his voice above Levi’s desperate pleading, breathless. “You can—you can come. Come right now, sweetheart.”
The earthquake of his orgasm pounds through Levi once the vice on his self-control snaps. It rises over him, consumes him whole. He goes absolutely rigid under Erwin, trembling wildly, uncontrollably. The white hot pleasure overtakes him, and he feels gone. Erwin continues rocking his hips into him, forcing his thick shaft through the tight grip of Levi’s clenching, fluttering muscle as he’s hit with his climax. Levi is grunting like an animal in his throat, twitching against the carpet.
“Unnhhn…” he releases a long, deep groan in his throat, eyes rolling up into his head as he shot his load onto the carpet, onto Erwin’s slowly stroking hand. He jerks and jolts under Erwin, unable to control his body. Out of his head and lost in ecstasy, Levi lets go of Erwin’s wrist to instead close his hand over Erwin’s, overlapping their fingers. With this grip he strokes at himself tighter, and Erwin follows along. Erwin chuckles from behind him.
Once satisfied with prolonging the feeling, Levi drops his hand, sags forward into the carpet, resting fully on his shoulders. Every bit of tension unfurls slowly from his body. His face softens from a grimace, his belly no longer sucked in, clenching. His hands are limp by his head, his curled feet sore from the muscle strain.
Like before, Erwin bundles his dripping cock and tightened balls into his hand, gripping him snugly in the cage of his fingers. Levi groans weakly. Erwin feels Levi’s ass relax around his cock.
Prompted by this, Erwin slowly slides out—and then sinks back in. Levi moans hoarsely, adjusting weakly on his knees. Erwin repeats the careful withdrawal and deep slide back in a half dozen times, until Levi is gritting his teeth from the sensitivity.
“How does my boy feel?” Erwin murmurs from behind as he pushes back into him, bottoming out with his balls flattening to his perineum. Levi jerks forward, whimpering. His eyes roll, eyelids closing deliriously. He manages a weak, rumbling sound in his throat. Erwin laughs softly, obviously pleased. He continues this tortuously slow pace. Letting his wet, hard shaft slip out of Levi’s well-fucked hole, only to slide home again, from tip all the way to the base.
Levi winces at the fiery state of his nerves, but the feeling of being used for his dom’s, his husband’s pleasure tickles at the willing, satisfied parts of his brain. The firm hand around his genitals, the way Erwin continues fucking him despite his orgasm—it makes his head swim so much he can’t see beyond the fog.
“Nnghh… haa... good…” Levi slurs out after a lengthy pause, unable to properly form speech at this exact moment. Erwin strokes his thumb back and forth along Levi’s softening shaft in a tender form of acknowledgment. This encourages Levi to raise a shaky hand, reaching down past Erwin’s hand, to gently cradle and squeeze his heavy balls whenever they come in contact with his body. Erwin hums in approval.
Releasing Levi’s genitals, he instead plants his hand against the floor for stability. He begins pumping into him faster, harder. The wet slapping becomes downright filthy, accompanied by Levi’s whines and gasps for air, Erwin’s panting. Levi continues petting at his balls whenever they swing forward to slap against his ass, his fingers. Erwin isn’t slowing, showing his stamina now as he fucked continuously into Levi’s hole, evoking a sharp whimper with every deep drive back in.
It’s so fucking intense. Levi can barely keep his eyes open, his face in a flinching grimace from the feeling of his husband’s huge cock spreading him open, thrusting far into his body with every connection of his pelvis to his ass. After achieving orgasm, his body overworked, it makes it borderline painful. And it only worsens.
Soon, Erwin is snapping his hips against him, fast and hard, hard enough Levi is rising onto his hands, bracing against the force of it so he isn’t thrust forward. The crack of skin is loud in the living room, undeniable in the act it portrays, furthered by Erwin’s huffing and grunting, Levi’s pained whines. Levi is delirious. His body is quivering wildly. He feels so far gone. It’s incredible. But his body—it’s reaching its limit.
“Hhh—hurts,” Levi gasps out, loud and pleading past the sounds of their sex. His asshole is throbbing now as Erwin pounds into it, aching from overuse, from overstimulation. He keeps in place despite this, stubborn in servicing Erwin, in doing what he has to do. In this moment, his comfort doesn't matter whatsoever. Erwin’s hand suddenly flies back to clutch white-knuckled at Levi’s hip.
In a gesture of finality he slams into his smaller husband a dozen more times, hard enough it has Levi crying out sharply. Then he’s burying in fully. His body is clenching and flexing against Levi’s as his orgasm works through his body. Erwin doesn’t move, sitting fully inside Levi as he delivers him his load. Levi sags forward, panting heavily, moaning weakly at the feeling. Erwin’s shaft is pulsating inside of him—he can fucking feel it.
Dazed and weak, he reaches back to touch at Erwin’s tightened balls while they emptied inside of him. This stirs Erwin a bit, making him growl as he snapped into him once more, chasing the feeling. Levi grins deliriously, legs jolting from the abrupt stimulation.
Then Erwin slides out, and Levi clenches up, preserving it. Erwin palms at his ass with one hand as he drops beside him, breathless and tired. He startles Levi by whipping the full width of his palm against one cheek, a crack filling the room alongside Levi’s gasp. Levi’s face burns. He feels foggy, any sense of thought absent. Slow and meekly he moves to lay on his side. He breathes deeply, eyes closed, soaking in the endorphins and energy flowing through his body. His ass is throbbing, his hole burning, but it’s a burn he enjoys. They rest in silence for only a minute.
“Can I carry you to bed, love?” he hears Erwin’s deep voice, a hot touch of a hand on his shoulder, stroking down to his bicep. Levi hums sleepily. His skin is risen with goosebumps, but his body feels so warm. His head feels empty in the best way. Levi releases a low, deep exhale. He doesn’t want to move but… A bed sounds nice. Erwin is stroking at his hair now. God, that feels so good.
“Darling?” Erwin murmurs. Levi feels a kiss to his head, another against his ear. Levi shudders. He grunts a little.
“Yeah…” he whispers. “Bed.”
Erwin lays his lips softly to his cheek. Levi smiles weakly, warmed. He barely processes it when he’s turned onto his back by gentle hands, big, strong arms sliding under his back, his knees. He’s lifted. Dazed, Levi just floats, enjoying the feeling of being cared for. He nuzzles into Erwin’s chest, allowing him total control, and sinking into it—letting go.
Erwin will protect him. He’ll make him feel good, always, no matter what.