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“They’ll miss us,” Levi mumbles.
It’s impossible to make it sound like he cares. The last thing he wants, even less than hearing what else those pigs have to say, is being in the same room as all of them. Same scrutinizing, yet vacant eyes. Same shadows to their gazes that make Levi feel like a different species from them. If he thinks back any more on it, chances are, he’ll break something else besides a champagne glass.
“I doubt that,” Erwin says. “Nobles have short attention spans.”
He walks ahead of Levi, so he doesn’t know what face Erwin is making. His tone of voice is hard to place, too.
“They’ll miss you.“
"No matter.”
“You don’t care?”
“Of course I care, Levi. But I have priorities.”
His strides slow to Levi’s trudge. Why? His bolo tie lies crooked—one cord is longer than the other. Ugh.
His eye twitches. He tears his gaze away and faces forward with his arms crossed. Erwin’s has his folded behind his back. Probably etiquette Levi should’ve mimicked.
“You should prioritize whether or not our regiment goes broke.”
“It won’t,“ he states. He sounds so confident. "Ironically, not as long as we have you.”
“Tch...”
Levi is used to nobles and Lords and Ladies, and whoever else, treating him like some feral but now leashed dog. He’s surprisingly "adjusted”. Orderly. He’s a tamed bitch—a female dog, being.
And that’s just it.
“What about the conditions Underground made you believe—oh, I don’t mean to be presumptuous—conduct yourself like you’re a man? Women lead unfortunate lives down there, I’ve heard.”
Levi had found himself trapped in a stiff conversation with a Duchess named Tremblay. Wife to a cash-cow. Her enormous ball gown was so fat he had to maintain distance so as to not bump into it.
He said nothing. He glanced, actually, Erwin’s way, but he was nothing but a blond head across the ballroom at the time.
Her ringed eyes—reminding him of a white raccoon—widened after his long silence. “You are a woman, you know. Don’t tell me you’re actually unaware.”
He couldn’t risk a blow to the Corps’ reputation. Not an issue arising with a rich investor.
Swallowing his pride and dignity, he spoke. “I… I know.”
“Oh, good, that’s a relief. I shouldn’t have doubted you, Captain. You must be very competent as second-in-command of such a… precarious regiment.
“I’m curious. If I may: What made you choose ‘Levi’ to go by, and not your real name?”
The crystalline, ornate glass and its bubbly champagne (that Levi had never sipped), cracked in his grip. Instinctively he let it drop—or his hand would’ve been cut—and douse the marble around his shoes. He stared, fixated at the puddle for sometime before ever becoming aware of time freezing, and the two-dozen eyes fixated his way.
Now here they are in the fallout. Deep down Levi is still vibrating with upset—he’d like to go back and smash the shitty metal shell of the pig’s dress until it more resembled a tumbleweed—and yet he also feels so sick inside that his head is still spinning. That at any moment, he’ll need to kneel and vomit in a plant.
The result, his disposition now, is blank, because he’s pretending that nothing important happened.
Erwin doesn’t know any of what exactly was said. But one good look at Levi had him excusing them both out the side exit. Levi has already deduced that they’re going to their quarters.
(Technically they’re assigned separate ones, but they always share Erwin’s. Both rooms are outrageously luxurious—Levi feels unworthy of just twisting the golden doorknobs—but Erwin even makes places like that somewhere Levi feels he belongs. And Erwin wants Levi to feel like he belongs at these things. It’s an unspoken arrangement.)
But why? How? Levi doesn’t understand how Erwin could imply that he’s a bigger priority than the whole reason for this trip, especially when Levi almost scandalized them both. Ruined everything by stepping out of line just once. Even though it was by accident, that’s no excuse. He should’ve controlled his temper better.
Levi’s door. The temporary plaque is displayed on the white wood finish, glaring at him. Levi glares tiredly back. Most of his baggage is in there, but…
His stomach sunk after they passed by the quarters Erwin was assigned. He didn’t actually expect Erwin to dismiss him after what he said, and the fact that Erwin came with him, and the priority thing… But he’s also the one who always reminds Levi that others’ opinions of him and his identity don’t matter. Levi internalized that, but that doesn’t make some things any easier to hear.
“Well, 'night,” Levi says tonelessly, and steps past him, only for Erwin to touch his shoulder, pausing him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Levi.” He gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I was… I was too deep in thought. I wanted to retrieve a few things from your room first before we retire to mine.”
Levi doesn’t bother bending his neck to see the apology on Erwin’s face. Should he be ashamed of what happened, or embarrassed that he doubted Erwin, or angry about Erwin’s intentions? The feelings get all mixed up inside his chest.
Wordlessly, Levi hands him the key. He stands aside as the door swings open, and Erwin’s steps briefly retreat. He doesn’t wait for long.
When Erwin reappears, Levi recognizes the biggest sweater he owns—the black cotton one—folded under his arm, and a few (two mostly likely) small tactical bras. Although his chest is fixed, to this day, Erwin knows Levi wears them to sleep sometimes when it’s bad. Levi stares for a long time.
“Am I assuming?” Erwin asks quietly, leaving room for complaint.
“Yeah. But you assumed right.”
He’s been taking the hormones a long time, too. But right now, his voice for some reason doesn’t feel right, so he talks quietly.
The rest of the walk back is spent in uneventful silence, except at some point, Levi reaches out, and links their little fingers. Erwin takes his smaller hand in his own instead.
The weight pressing down on Levi’s shoulders immediately lightens to stand in Erwin’s room again. He knocks the heavy door behind him with his heel as Erwin lays his things on the tall part-dresser part-vanity across from the foot of the bed.
“You shouldn’t be rewarding me for what happened out there,” Levi states firmly.
“Rewarding you?” Erwin turns, frowning. “This isn’t a reward. It’s not a punishment, either. You were extremely upset and I took action, that’s all.”
“And how did you know it had to do with this?” Levi vaguely gestures to himself. He’s aware he’s starting an argument, but it feels good to be angry—much better than letting that sick and hopeless lump in his chest fester.
His big eyebrows lift. “Because ‘that’ upsets you very much,” he says simply. “And I could sense it.”
Levi knows what he means. Still, he isn’t deterred. He glares defiantly into his calm blue eyes. "That doesn’t matter.”
He shakes his head dismissively. “The only reason you’re upset about leaving is because you feel much worse than you would lead me to believe, rather than the other way around.
“You’re my Captain, need I remind you, and you deserve much more than basic respect, which clearly the Duchess didn’t show you. I plan to speak with her—”
“You’re not planning shit!” Levi snaps. “So she’s a fool. Who cares? If I hadn’t screwed up, we’d still be out there doing what we came here to do! It’s my fault. If you really want to make me feel better, then get back out there and kiss their pig asses some more.”
Erwin exhales slowly, and dips his head. “I can’t say that’d make me feel better. What about a compromise? What did she say to you?”
Levi deflates where he stands. They have a whole room (and it’s a fancy fucking room; it’s huge) between them, but Levi still feels the need to hide. This is so embarrassing.
But it’s Erwin—he’s not getting anywhere with changing his mind. It’s impossible when such steady determination sits behind his blue eyes. If he has a goal, Erwin won’t be swayed.
Levi crosses his arms, and stares at the dresser beside Erwin. He recounts the conversation in a droning tone. “Just asked what about the Underground made me think I’m a man. She made sure I knew the—the truth. And asked me what my name was.”
Erwin’s shoulders sink, and his expression hardens. He’s so saddened that he’s enraged, enraged on Levi’s behalf. But part of the anger has to come from Levi forcing his silence on the incident.
“Like I said, it doesn’t matter,” Levi adds lamely. “I’m used to it.”
Erwin speaks in a cold, low tone. “That doesn’t make it acceptable in any way. It matters to me.”
Levi shrugs. “Just don’t say anything. It’ll stir up unnecessary drama.”
“…As you wish,” Erwin concedes. He steps away from the vanity, and sits at the foot of the bed, looking pointedly at Levi.
Without hesitation, he approaches until he stands between Erwin’s legs, close enough for Erwin to bring him into a tight embrace. Even while Erwin sits, their height has them face-to-face like this.
Immediately, Levi finds himself relaxing in a sea of strong-smelling pomade, sandalwood, and faint foresty cologne. Erwin is such a giant, it feels good to be totally enveloped by him. His arms are heavy, wrapped around Levi’s middle. It’s almost like they could hold up the world. His head dips, and rests over Levi’s heart. Slicked blond hair tickles Levi's chin.
“I reiterate what I said earlier,” Erwin comments. “Grey is handsome on you. It brings out your eyes.”
As Levi strokes his hair, he rolls his eyes. “You’re just finding an excuse to call me that again.”
“But I’m not exaggerating, or lying. I’ll say it again and again, and I still won’t be able to convey your beauty to you like I should. You… leave me at a loss for words at times.”
He sighs, releasing the earlier tension through his nose. "Ha… That’s the highest compliment from you.”
Erwin turns his head, and kisses his heart. “I love the man that you are, Levi.”
“I…” Erwin has his eye contact now. He feels his cheeks warm. “I know.”
“I wish you did too.”
“…It’s not that easy,” he says ruefully. “I’ve tried. But tonight was just, bad. Stop having a shit over it.”
Erwin huffs softly, almost a chuckle. “I have few options anymore. You won’t let me bring the incident to the Duke’s attention, and you won’t be kinder to yourself.”
“This is fine, but…” He trails off as Erwin raises his head, causing their noses to brush. Levi doesn’t remember when they got so close, close enough to feel Erwin’s breath wash over his face.
When Levi speaks, their lips brush. “Just. Make me forget about it, then.”
Erwin’s eyes light up with renewed purpose. “I see. Very well, Levi.”
Levi tastes mint before their lips even meet in a loving, deep press. It solidifies everything Erwin has said tonight, plus what he didn’t say. Levi squeezes his nape to show he’s thankful.
“Hm.” Erwin’s thumb brushes across his cheekbone. On the other side, he tucks a loose black strand back behind Levi’s ear.
He suppresses a shiver. It’s easy to relax with Erwin. How an exchange of comfort... and love... can be compacted into a kiss like this.
Levi’s fingers creep down the column of Erwin’s neck, and loosen his bolo tie. He straightens it while he’s at it. That’s better.
Erwin tilts his head, deepening it. Surprising Levi, Erwin''s teeth hook into his bottom lip just before straying to his jaw.
A light groan is pulled from him as Erwin takes the tender skin between his teeth and sucks firmly. It’ll leave a mark, no doubt.
He licks the traces of Erwin’s teeth from his lips, and melts against him. "Hah..."
“Your voice has gotten deeper.”
Levi plants Erwin’s mouth back down where it belongs, biting his lip. Erwin doesn’t lie, or even embellish that type of thing. He was probably waiting for a moment when Levi was doubting himself to tell him.
Still, he swallows the next sound, swaying there between his legs. His own are weak, and his cheeks are warm, but he still hasn’t forgotten. “What… Do you plan on pampering me, too? You’re really taking your sweet time.”
“Mm…” Erwin pulls away, pecks his lips, and kisses him once again as he rises to his feet. They’re forced to part no matter how high Levi stands on his toes.
“I do.”
Levi is surprised again when Erwin leads him in the direction of the elegant, paneled window instead of the bed. In front of it sits a long table, shaped like a half-moon. The rich polished wood is also bejeweled along the apron of it. Levi complained about it earlier, along with the fact that it didn’t appear to serve any purpose.
His backside bumps into the foot of it just in time for Erwin to hoist him onto it by his thighs. The dull bite of pain goes straight to his cock.
Levi’s jaw drops to moan and gets Erwin’s tongue instead.
His big palms rake up and down Levi’s wide thighs, over his trousers before fingers hook in his belt loops. Levi’s leather shoes thunk when they drop to the floor.
“I will pamper you,” Erwin whispers in his ear. “I know you loathe these trips. You deserve it. I’m thankful every time you agree to come.”
“It…It's just duty,” he argues weakly.
“But you never argue. For you, I believe that says much.”
“Tch!” He’s so captivated by Erwin’s voice, his teeth on his tender neck, that he almost misses his own belt clinking open.
“Have to make money somehow,” Levi huffs.
Erwin growls, then sinks his teeth in, yanking a yelp from him. His hips automatically raise. “You’re the only reason I don’t loathe these trips just as much. I’d be miserable if I couldn’t show you off.”
Levi clings on as he advances on him. Erwin is so wide, his legs are forced far apart for him to fit himself in-between. Levi bathes in his own helplessness, his chest heaving. It’s hot. His clothes feel tight.
Levi’s belly flips as Erwin yanks his shirt free from its tuck, followed by his pants and briefs, tugged down his hips. Levi raises his bottom, and braces himself on the polished wood behind them.
Something about this steals his breath away—Erwin letting Levi’s bare ass on this table that costs more coin than they’ll see in their lifetimes combined. If that doesn’t scream fuck you to Duke and Duchess Tremblay and the rest, he doesn’t know what does.
He shivers as the cool air kisses his glistening cunt. He’s on full display for Erwin from the waist down, his dress shirt and vest in disarray. The heels of his feet cling to the edge of the table.
“Gonna do it right here, Commander? You gonna fuck me?”
Whenever Levi pulls rank, in a setting like this, Erwin’s arousal grips him so he can barely think. He’s willing to drop to his knees and more. Because despite the title, Levi is the one in control here.
Erwin is eye-fucking him. They rake his rumpled form, from Levi’s tossed hair and pink cheeks to his dainty feet. His cerulean eyes have a fire lit in them.
“I plan to do something to you, Captain.”
“Then hurry up and do it.”
“Should I take this off?” Erwin’s palm lays on his sternum, over his thin shirt. He flicks the clasp to his vest free, but no more.
Levi shrugs it along with his suit jacket off his shoulders. “Yeah.”
Then he gets a second thought as discomfort worms inside him. “Maybe.”
He got the surgery to his chest long ago, with the scars to prove it, but it once was so bad—his feelings about his chest—that his dysphoria tends to fester there at the worst of times. Reason also for the bras.
Erwin observes him. It’s that look when he’s making a decision.
“Hmm.”
Levi’s head falls back as Erwin’s rough palm cups his entire pussy, rocking slowly as he appears to decide. Levi grunts. His hips tilt up, hungry for more friction.
With his other arm, Erwin slides his own black suit jacket off one shoulder.
“I have an idea.”
“Always you and your ideas,” Levi quips. He loosens his cravat with the hand not bracing himself, fingers then flying over his glass shirt buttons, because he already has an idea of what Erwin means. Inside, he burns red-hot.
When it’s done, he keeps his shirt pinned shut like curtains.
The haste ebbs as Erwin folds his suit jacket under his arm, and touches Levi’s hand. They share a meaningful look, which holds as Levi’s shirt falls off his shoulders with a whispered flutter.
As Erwin redecorates him with the stiff cotton, and his arms slide through the gaping sleeves, Levi sighs. Their eyes are still locked. This feeling settling in his chest isn’t arousal, and so when they kiss, that special affection is made bare again.
Pride boils inside Erwin, who hums. “Keep it on.”
“I have an idea... You should wear nothing but that tie, Commander.”
Levi eyes between Erwin’s thighs, his erection visibly straining. He knows what he does to him.
Erwin’s hands scoop up Levi’s face. Meaningfully, he stares down. “Later. I’m making you come on my tongue first.”
He’s left to gasp as Erwin plants him back flat with one measured push—but his palm is there to cushion Levi’s head. His knees remain bent, his feet perched on the table’s edge.
Erwin goes on his knees, the move making Levi’s pussy flutter in anticipation. His height leaves him at eye level—perfect.
With no preamble, he goes down. Lays a wet kiss on Levi’s small cock.
“Ah.” He can feel the tension melting off his bones as two kisses turn into four, until his mouth closes on it. The sucking motions start right away.
“Shit.” Levi's toes curl as a sea of searing, wet heat swallows up his cock. Both his hands dive into his hair, wrenching his oily undercut backwards for more.
A thick moan teases his clit as two beefy fingers rock through his slit, coating them before they dip past his rim.
They both inhale sharply as Levi’s hips leap up. His pussy is soaking wet, and just two of Erwin’s fingers are a satisfying stretch from the start. They push inside.
Levi sucks in a gasp. “That’s it, keep going, fuck. Suck it. Yeah.“
Erwin’s brows pinch in intense focus. With one hand he drags Levi by his thigh—and so his whole body—closer, so his feet slide over his shoulders and cross behind his neck. Levi moans in approval.
"Mm…” Erwin dives back into into sucking without teasing at the slightest; his eager tongue laps at his tip and swirls around his shaft. His fingers, pumping deep inside, curl.
Levi gapes and squeezes Erwin’s head between his big thighs, pinning him in place. His tongue is fucking incredible. Every groan hugs Levi’s cock, making his cunt clamp down tighter. It’s so fucking good already.
He tilts his head back. “Just like that just. Commander. Commander,” he moans.
Erwin moans thickly below, and pumps them inside at a quicker, less controlled pace, causing louder, blunt squelching sounds. The tip of his tongue flicks the tip, where his clit used to be.
All Levi can do is reel. The whines well up in his throat, pussy quivering. He’s getting close embarrassingly fast. Ever since his transition, he’s been this way. Doesn’t help that he’s just sensitive. Inevitably his thighs start pinching shut from the overwhelming stimulation, joining his squirming. “Ervy. ‘m almost there.”
He suddenly becomes vividly aware of Erwin’s elegant suit jacket swallowing up his frame. All his. He’s his.
Erwin’s fingers piston, and curl rapidly when his silky walls tighten. His whiny voice and needy thrusts are so embarrassing, but he can’t help it. He tosses his head. It’s a steady climb, higher, deliciously tighter, and then he’s there.
Levi shouts. His hips lurch, he gasps from his chest as his body goes rigid. And Erwin moans so fucking loud, prolonging it. “Fuck!”
He tosses his head back and humps Erwin’s mouth with abandon, lifting his hips off the table even, as pleasure tears through him from the inside. It’s a long fall.
They ebb slowly. The outright shaking calms to trembles. Finally, he seizes a moment to breathe, only for him to gasp as Erwin rises up again, bringing Levi’s thighs with him so his bent knees land beside his head, folding him in half.
Bending is no problem—its his sudden complete and utter helplessness. There’s no way to lift his hips in this position, or close his legs. His ass is left raised in the air, steadied by Erwin, of course.
Levi stares on dumbly. The first thing he notices is the wetness slathered down Erwin’s chin, making his lips appear to glisten. His red cheeks are bright, contrasting beautifully against his eyes and golden skin.
“Good boy—that was fast. Now take over.”
Erwin’s head bows, then heavy heat drags over his much tighter puckered hole.
Levi's body jolts, his cock twitching in response to the fresh stimulation. Gasping, despite the sensitive shocks, he scrubs his cock under his palm before sinking in three, and groaning low at how easy it is. Erwin only used two.
All he sees when he opens his eyes is the slight rolls from the thick muscles of his abdomen folded the way it is, his own cum drooling onto his navel, and over his fingers rapidly thrusting into his cunt, Erwin—his big nose nestled in Levi’s taint and his brows pressed in focus as he fondles Levi’s asshole with his tongue.
“Shit, don’t gotta do this"—A moan falls out of him as his fingers curl into that perfect spot; it’s still so tight—"I’m ready.”
At the question, Erwin’s intense blue eyes open. They say, I know.
He shakes. It’s soon enough since his climax that he finds another hurtling toward him at a blinding speed. He can't control the noises he makes as he rapidly curls his fingers in come here motions. “Ervy shit. I’mcloseI'mclose…“
He can’t squirm but to curl his toes, so he resigns himself to reeling as the sloppy sucking motions touch his asshole.
The thick squelching sounds become obnoxious. He throws his other hand somewhere above him, and takes a handful of his thick hair for something to hold onto so he doesn’t fall up.
He can’t even properly stammer out I’m before he mewls, and breaks into shivers. It’s so powerful this time he can barely fuck himself. ”Ah. Ah. Ah…“
The second time a burning climax softens and ebbs away from him, Levi works his fingers out with a soft gasp. They’re slathered in sticky white gush.
"Ah, again. You’re so sensitive, just for me.” A strong and soothing grip guides his legs back down, which were sagging anyway. “Are you alright?”
“Did I sound 'alright’ a minute ago, Blondie?” Levi breathes. His eyes crack open, and squint as he stretches his fingers. Cum webs them.
“Oh.” Erwin’s blues eyes gleam with something. Lust. They even look darker. “You did. But how about now?”
He chooses to be a brat. “Nope. Still haven’t made me forget.”
“...Of course,” he replies knowingly. He notices the way Levi is carefully holding his fingers away from himself, and takes Levi’s much smaller wrist.
Levi stares on dumbly as Erwin’s tongue darts out, and licks a long line up Levi’s middle finger, pops it in his mouth, and sucks the cum off. Followed by his pointer and ring.
“Fuck… freak.”
Erwin smirks. He couldn’t look prouder of being the source of Levi’s reaction, or more enamored with him, which doesn’t help Levi’s efforts to play hard to get.
Erwin sinks his mouth down on all three and sucks, making Levi swallow to smother a whimper as his cunt flutters. At that point, he realizes just how badly he needs to be fucked properly.
“F-Fuck,” Levi yelps. Erwin snuck his other hand down, now fondling his softened cock between his thumb and forefinger while he sucks.
He spreads his legs. All that’s starting to matter is Erwin’s mercy and attention. The things Erwin is doing to him. It’s too sensitive to fucking come again so soon, but Erwin disagrees.
“Relax, Lee. It’ll feel better if you do.”
“I know that,” he mutters indignantly, voice tight. He didn’t realize he was so tense until Erwin pointed it out. He obeys, consciously forcing his muscles lax.
“That’s my good boy.”
Levi grinds his teeth. Erwin’s presence then entirely leaves, and reappears at the side of him. One arm takes up the backs of his knees, and the other behind his back. Levi involuntarily sucks in a gasp as he’s effortlessly lifted into Erwin’s arms. So strong, gigantic, and…
“Ugh.” Levi squirms. “You fucking sweat through your shirt. Gross. Get it the fuck off.”
Levi feels the vibrations of Erwin’s faint chuckle through his chest.
A soft, solid surface appears underneath him. Up to now, the bed has gone unused. Its current immaculately crisp, fresh state gives Levi a chill.
Erwin doesn’t follow at first.
“Keep touching your cock.”
He squirms. “…But it’s so—”
“Do as I say.”
Erwin’s gentle, now at the same time firm disposition takes away Levi’s control in a way he didn’t know he needed. He feels safe here. Eager to obey, even.
Erwin loosens the delicate bolo tie strings, and unbuttons his shirt, still eye-fucking him.
“…Fffuckk…” Levi breathes, stroking and thumbing his sensitive cock. His legs lay flat and open, but try and twitch up now to shy away from the touch. He uses all his resolve to hold still.
And it’s hard to keep his voice steady already. He’s come twice already, filling him with wondrous anticipation at what Erwin still has in store for him.
His spare fingers dig into the suit jacket’s lapel. It’s already ruined—he’ll just fix it later.
To distract himself from the delightful pricks of almost-pain, he watches Erwin pull his arms through his shirt sleeves, fold it, and lay it on the foot of the bed.
And yet the emerald tie stays. It glimmers in the mild light cast by the nearby lantern, heightening the hue of his hair and skin to gold. Darker hairs dusted across his chest, following down to the trail of wild tan hairs disappearing below his belt and trousers. The thick, swollen outline leaves little to the imagination.
He needs that inside him. Pinning open his cunt.
“Hah…” Levi’s head tilts back as he smears more syrupy cum through his slit. Through his lashes, he keeps his gaze on Erwin’s lower half. Soon appears his hung cock, his thick round balls. Erwin audibly sighs in relief as it slaps his navel.
Levi’s pussy flutters for it. He grits his teeth.
All that’s left on him is the bolo tie. There’s something so tantalizing, scandalous about wearing only that alone: it’s for duty, for being the great Commander Erwin. But he wears it now as Levi lifts his hips to entice him, and rubs himself. He’s on full display for him, while Erwin looks at him like he's starving.
Erwin climbs onto the bed, filling Levi’s belly with butterflies. He spreads his legs wider and bends his knees in preparation, but to his confusion, Erwin doesn’t close the distance.
He picks up Levi’s legs by the ankles instead, making his stomach flip. Darker blue eyes remain locked on his grey ones as Erwin’s tongue lulls out, and licks a long line from the heel of his foot to the his toes. Hot sparks fill Levi’s lower half.
“Oh shit,” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut. “The fuck are you doing…?”
“Showing you compassion, as I said. Don’t tell me you forgot, darling…”
"This not—fucking—compassion."
"The loose definition."
He locks his throat as Erwin’s heavy tongue slithers around his small toes. Because of his grip on his bony ankles, he can hardly writhe at all. His cock is firm again.
“Look at me while I give you what you deserve.”
“No it’s, it's—”
Calmly, Erwin takes Levi’s hand aside, and replaces it with his own. His thumb and forefinger close on his dick, and pinches.
The pressure fucking hurts, and makes his empty pussy quiver around nothing. He throws his head back and coughs out a cry.
“Watch me while I do this.”
Levi clutches both lapels. It’s not the kind of order he would instinctively obey, but does anyway. Just in time to watch Erwin plant a wet kiss to the old raised scar on his achilles’ heel.
“That’s much better. You’ll keep obeying me, won’t you? You want to be a good boy.”
“Fuck. You.” Levi’s eyes pinch, but he does just that—obeys. “You need to do something…”
“I am.”
Pain to his sensitive cock again. Levi inhales and paws at his jacket some more. “Gods. Fuck.”
“Apologize.” The pressure tightens.
“…Oh... Fuck Erwin okay…! ’m sorry. Sorry please…”
"Hm." Erwin’s heavy tongue plasters itself to his other foot. Coiling, sweeping in deep, dragging motions across the scar (from the ODM gear) that runs across the arch. Tonguing like a cat would for every one of his toes.
As long as Levi obeys, only light pressure from Erwin’s big palm lays on his clit. His hand is so big, his fingertips dust Levi’s navel.
His lips close and suck in his big toe. A rough moan rumbles in Levi’s chest.
Erwin kisses, tongues, and caresses every inch of Levi’s body upwards, like a low flame would consume a piece of parchment. He’s thorough in his attention—especially to the winding trail of dark indents from the equipment belts.
Erwin sucks hickeys into his calves… the solid, thick muscles on the backs of Levi’s thighs. The multiple faint purple streaks below where his ass curves, the stretch marks. Those kisses make Levi’s heart tender.
Every time his eyes dart away or shut, he’s delivered a burst of confusing pleasure. It happens again as he spreads Levi’s ass open.
“You’re so beautiful,” Erwin breathes. “I’m always so in awe of you…”
Levi gasps, then gasps louder as Erwin’s tongue slots in the tight crevice, dragging over his puckered hole, through his taint, across his rim and between his soaked slit, ending on his puffy cock. A moan dripping in desperation bounces off the walls. He’s trembling like mad.
But that’s all. Blondie pries Levi’s small wrists from his chest, pecking his fingertips, kissing his palms, and tonguing at the webbed skin in-between.
There’s nothing he can do—he accepts that soon enough. Levi’s legs rest bent over Erwin’s big thighs, as he watches on in vacant awe. Erwin doesn't need to have sex with him to make love to him.
His awareness tunnels, and narrows in on two things: The constant teasing pressure on his cock, and Erwin, his tender, pure worship.
As Erwin dots kisses to the pasty scars on his arms, scars like perfect full moons, Levi inhales wetly and shuts his eyes again. As far as emotional scars go, it’s those. Kenny’s worst punishments for Levi’s worst failures.
Soundlessly, he then cries out at the surge of pain and pleasure. Panting now, he opens his eyes. “Sorry…”
“You’re forgiven.”
From his shoulders, Erwin stoops over more and kisses Levi’s sweaty forehead and cheeks. Then his lips, the slowest and most tender kiss of all.
Levi touches his hair; his other hand floats down and lays above his head. They drift apart slowly.
"Can I?" Erwin gestures with his head to Levi's heaving chest.
"You can," he whispers back.
Erwin skips down, and parts the lapels a little. Wet heat traces the rigid surgical scars underneath his big pecs and circles his nipples.
He curls his fists. He’s harder than ever, tilting his hips up to rub against Erwin’s palm properly.
“Please…”
“So soon?” Erwin croons. “I wanted to do your back next.”
Levi makes a miserable sound. None of the anxieties, worries, or reservations rear their ugly heads anymore. All that’s left is desire. Erwin. He wants to be good so fucking bad, but he needs him.
Knowingly, Erwin watches Levi’s jaw work. A hint of his irises are barely seen through his cracked-open eyes. “Use your words then, and tell me what you want.”
“Cock.” Levi’s hips lift to punctuate his request. “Your cock fucking me. Fuck-Fu—hah!”
Erwin hollows his cheeks on Levi’s blushing nipple as his palm abandons his clit, and four wet fingers push inside him.
“Oh,” Erwin murmurs warmly, making himself heard over the dull sloshing. “You’re close?”
“Oh fuck oh fuck Ervy,” he babbles weakly, and crossed his arms over the lower half of his face. “I can’t.”
“You can.” Erwin scoops up Levi’s wrists, and plants them above his head with one hand. The other continues finger-fucking his cunt, his thumb scrubbing his dick.
“Fuck, fuck! It's too much...”
"You can take it."
Erwin’s cock pounds where it hangs heavily between his thighs. Levi sounds ready in more ways than one. His naked desperation in his squirming and gaping jaw. The tears of exertion welling up behind his eyes bring out the faint blue hues.
Levi’s own helplessness barrels through him, and his own climax, back lifting. “Please. Pleaseplease…”
“See, I told you. Be good. All you have to do is come for me.“
Levi’s body locks up. But at just that moment, Erwin stops. He frees Levi’s wrists and pulls out at the same time. He then reaches behind him as Levi mewls wetly. "No. Why…”
“Don’t question me. In a moment. I thought you wanted my cock?”
“I do. I do,” he gasps.
“Is that so. I’ll take good care of you. Say it.”
“Won’t question again,” he surrenders, and shivers. “You’ll take good care of me.”
Erwin’s cock aches. So special a feeling when Levi submits completely. It’s rare. And so beautiful.
Tonight, Levi wore one of his nicer cravats. A thick, white silk. Erwin displays it for him, waiting for Levi’s lazy nod.
“Raise your head.”
He ties it at the back, securing it with a knot. Levi is left blind, vision draped in darkness.
“How’s that?” Erwin picks up his chin, stroking his bottom lip lightly. Levi’s hot breaths fan his thumb. With his other sticky wet hand, Erwin pumps himself. “Does my precious boy like it?”
“Uh-huh—oh. Oh…”
Levi’s head tilts back as Erwin steadies his hip, and nudges his tip against his soaked rim. Erwin’s stomach is light with anticipation, and the wet heat teasing his cock.
“Is this what you want, Levi?”
“Yes. More more—Ervy just please…”
Erwin grunts as Levi cants his hips forward, rutting until his thick tip breaches his rim. They both gasp at the same time.
His bolo tie swings forward as he leans over more heavily, bracing his weight by Levi’s head as he firmly buries his cock inside a sea of tight, soaking wet heat with a hard groan.
Levi’s jaw drops open with a louder moan.
He’s tight, but not too much. Erwin’s eyes roll back, accentuated even more by Levi’s thighs closing on his sides, and his biceps crowding Erwin’s shoulders.
Erwin’s own burning need is fully realized once buried in Levi's cunt. He lays his lips on his, tongues licking and curling together lazily. A reprieve while his whimpering lover adjusts. Erwin hums the sound of a question.
“Mhm.”
Groaning, Erwin sucks his tongue a last time before sprinkling kisses down his loose jaw. He circles his hips, and grinds in deep. A small bulge appears below Levi’s navel.
“Oh fuck….!” he moans, cunt quivering.
“Ah. I missed you…”
Levi clings to him with abandon. Each measured grind produces a cute, soft whine. “Just. Like that. Da… Da…”
Erwin throbs nestled deep inside, groaning tightly. He simply can’t take it. “Say it,” he grunts.
“Daddy,” he sighs, warm and honeyed. It sounds fucking beautiful.
"You're so perfect."
Erwin’s hips snap firmly, bringing his cock out to the tip. Every thrust is punctuated with that name, like they’re being punched from Levi’s chest. “Daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy—”
Levi throws his head back when Erwin shifts the angle, his chest heaving rapidly. He yelps in the sweetest way, “Daddy! There!”
"Right there?" His head spins with lust.
His palms ride down Levi’s hard muscles and land on the seats of his thighs, folding them back so his body is bent neatly in half like before. Levi’s arms fall behind his head, clutching the pillow tight. His ankles bob over Erwin’s broad shoulders with his bruising, rapid thrusts.
The wet, sloppy smacks, rapid gasping and sounds bounce off the walls. Levi just keeps getting tighter. His needy cunt swallows Erwin’s cock like he was fucking made for this.
Levi’s hips leap up. A sharp shout bursts out of his throat, causing his voice to crack.
Erwin gasps in equal measure. Pleasure and pride burn through him. That’s his cervix. “Shit,” Erwin curses.
Something he never does. Not even in the heat of battle does Erwin ever lose his composure enough to swear. He forgets his reservations completely as he grasps Levi’s waist, and feels him begin to come. Levi's moans tighten, and rise to whining.
Erwin moans thickly, “Yes! That’s my good boy—come.”
“Shitshitfuck daddyfuck—”
His head falls back so only his small adam’s apple is visible as his whole body draws tight like a bowstring. His toes curl.
Levi comes with a soundless cry, breaking into harsh shivers. Pure euphoria breaks the tension in Levi’s brows and jaw.
He struggles to thrash, tiny cock twitching thickly before his eyes. Just as Levi’s walls grip his cock tight, and gushes on him.
A groan is punched from Erwin’s chest. Every time without fail, it feels so amazing he forgets the true gravity of Levi coming on his cock. Always so responsive, his naked pleasure, his pretty voice when Levi has no choice but to use it.
Scrubbing his dick drags Levi’s climax to new heights, who tosses his head and shakes. If Erwin could see his eyes, they’d be crossed.
A thin line of drool is oozing from the side of his mouth by the time it ebbs, leaving Levi panting like he just ran for miles.
Erwin brings his limp legs back down, resting over his thighs, behind his back. His firm balls remain pressed where he’s still buried deep inside.
While Levi recovers, he grinds in slow, tender movements, and loosens his bolo tie. Wet, weak whimpers leave Levi for every shallow roll of Erwin’s hips.
“You take me so perfectly, like always,“ he murmurs, voice like silk.
Levi replies with a trembling hum. By the crease in the blindfold, his brows are furrowed. His mouth is still gaping, giving Erwin a tease of his canines.
“I mean it. You’re so obedient, so gorgeous while you take it, so tight, Levi. Don't you agree? Are you my good boy?”
“Mm… Huh… I am,” he slurs. “Uh-huh.”
Erwin pinches Levi’s cock. “Say it.”
“Mm! ‘m daddy’s good boy.”
I’ve put him completely out of his mind, Erwin thinks. He notices Levi pawing weakly at the silky pillows above his head, and this convinces him of his idea.
“That’s right,” Erwin sighs, stilling his hips with his balls nestled at his rim. "Hm. Cross your wrists above your head... Good.”
His hands tremble lightly, but his movements are practiced and steady. Erwin loops the polished twine around Levi’s wrists with one of the small wooden bars making up the headboard.
Levi inhales, hooking his teeth in his bottom lip. “The tie.”
“It is.”
Erwin observes his reaction to the new sensation of being restrained. There’s a small wrinkle remaining between his brows.
To reassure him, he strokes his curled bangs, somehow still framing his face, off his forehead. “Yes, or no? You can say no, and you’re still a good boy, Levi.”
“…Kiss,” he whispers.
Erwin’s brows pinch. "Anything.” He leans down, kissing him with love, so their noses smush together. “You’re good. I mean that in every sense.”
He sighs. “I-I know you do.”
Erwin begins again, thrusting deeply, but tenderly. “Give me one more. Keep taking it, can you do that for me? Can daddy keep fucking your hole? You feel so perfect, Levi.”
”Shit, uh-huh…!“
Erwin’s whole hand cups Levi’s cunt, above where his engorged cock splits him open, and rocks in and out, making wet sloshing noises. Deep inside, he rotates his hips between his thorough rocking, so he rubs on that spot, and fills him up at the same time—from his plump tip to the fattest part of the base.
Levi moans weakly, and loosely crosses his ankles behind Erwin’s back. "Fuck, feels so good, daddy..."
”Ah,“ Erwin moans thickly. His cheeks are on fire. "I can’t last.”
“Mmm…” Levi’s hips bow up. “P…Please…”
“Speak.”
“Please, daddy. Fuck me more.”
Bracing himself, Erwin tries to give him what he wants. Levi’s head tosses fitfully, whimpering when Erwin buries inside with more force.
As a test, Erwin pulls out until just the tip pokes and prods at Levi’s rim. Levi mewls in protest, but two firm hands pin his hips in place. His cock is painfully full, and soaked in Levi’s glistening cum. A slight ooze of his gush trickles from his hole.
“Oh, darling…”
Those whimpers rise into a moan as Erwin smoothly sinks back into his silky tight heat. Levi’s jaw falls open. "Ahh... Full."
A moan wells up in Erwin as it throbs, full and heavy inside. Need to come. Above his head, Levi’s fists curl loosely, but his head is fallen back, leaving only his adam’s apple visible. His mouth is perpetually open, constantly noisy now. Levi is gone.
Erwin groans, his eyes involuntarily falling shut. He hates to somewhat pull Levi out of his relaxed state, but he can’t hold on. “Order me. Order me. I’m too close.”
Levi’s jaw wobbles uselessly for a moment before his scraped voice can be heard over Erwin’s moan, and his wet thrusts. “...Don’t, come. You’re not coming 'till I say.”
A shiver shoots up Erwin’s spine. He picks up Levi’s thigh again and pins it back with ease, braced there by Erwin’s broad shoulder. It waves helplessly in the air. One hand, bracing his weight beside Levi’s head, bullies between it and the pillow, cupping and squeezing his nape.
A scraping noise can be heard as Levi’s wrists drop, and a soft, wet cry drips from his mouth. The only part of his body that isn’t boneless anymore is his pussy, weakly working Erwin’s cock. In rare times, Levi lets Erwin do this. He seems perfectly content with it now.
“Isn’t that better? You don't need to think—just relax. Keep making those pretty sounds. Come again.”
No response but his continuous slew of whines, wet whimpers, and moans. Levi tilts his head back meagerly, placing its full weight on Erwin’s palm. He wants it.
A visible sheen of sweat has broken out on Erwin’s forehead, but he’s in control again. Similar to what he imagines Levi feels when his nape is touched, Erwin feels an invisible restraint, completely nonexistent but wholly there, separate him from his bliss, freezing the tension at its height. The one in control of the other should be obvious—but it’s completely equal. Levi won't let Erwin come; Levi has given him total reign over his body.
Two fingers on his other hand pump Levi’s cock. “Come again.”
Levi gasps from the bottom of his lungs. “C...Can't—I can't—”
“Come. That’s an order.”
“F—Fuck, ah—”
Within a moment, his silky wet walls tighten up again, and Levi’s back lifts. It’s that easy.
“Ah ah agh—”
Levi’s dick twitches visibly between Erwin’s fingers as he next comes, straining to tense and thrash while Erwin has his weak spot, while tied and blinded.
A groan shudders its way out of Erwin. For Levi’s climax, he pistons into him hard and quick. Every snap of his hips is audibly soaked.
When his cunt’s tight squeezing again ebbs to quivers and Levi is completely limp, Erwin pulls out. A slow stream of gush follows.
Levi makes a weak, thin noise of confusion, to which Erwin’s palm comes down on his cock hard. “What did I tell you, honey?”
“Ugh, s'too much…"
Another hard slap.
"Fuck, huh. Du—Dunno,” he hiccups.
Yet again, his palm comes down hard on his dick, then frantically, Erwin rubs. “Remember. Why is daddy fucking you?”
“T’…Uh…”
Four of his thick fingers slip in with ease, curling. A weak keening noise goes along with his walls reflexively fluttering around them.
He groans. “To—relax.”
“That’s right,” Erwin replies warmly. “But you’re too wet for me to continue. Unfortunate.”
"What?" A soft sob bubbles up in Levi’s throat above. “No no please.”
“Well? Is it too much? Or not enough?” With his fingers buried deep inside, he curls them tight, stroking rapidly. Levi starts to practically vibrate.
“...Mmore.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Feels good, daddy,” he whispers timidly.
“Mhm? Oh… I love you, Levi.”
Erwin pulls his fingers out, and wipes his cock of the excess in preparation to push in again.
But then spots two greying spots on Levi’s “blindfold”, giving him pause. He should check on him.
Frowning, he frees Levi’s nape and cradles his jaw as he leans down, and kisses over both his eyes. Levi sighs deeply, but then his chest wracks. He starts to weep.
Levi is much more accepting of those words—and similar ones—while he’s in this state of mind. But his crying concerns Erwin greatly. He can count on one hand how many times he’s seen Levi cry since they met.
Erwin kisses Levi’s gaping bottom lip until his lips close… and then lazily returns the kiss.
“Do you want to stop?”
Cries erupt from high in his throat. Any touch, as to Levi’s cheek, he leans heavily into. He doesn’t appear to process the question.
“Tell me now, if it’s too much,” Erwin orders. His thumb toys with Levi’s plump bottom lip. “Lick my thumb if you want more.”
His pink tongue pokes out, licking it like a kitten. “'m sorry…L-Love you.”
Erwin’s heart jumps. "Don't be sorry. You’re a good boy.”
”M-Mm…?” he whimpers. Asking, Really?
“Mhm.”
Erwin kisses him the way I love you sounds, huffing warmly. When Levi says it, Erwin gets the urge to cry.
Erwin guides his cock through Levi’s pink slit, like a cradle almost, until his tip prods Levi’s cock. It’s tiny compared to his own, just like everything else about Levi.
They moan in kind. Levi’s hips jerk, shakily lifting.
Erwin pushes in, filling his cunt slow and smooth. So warm, sucking him in. Quivering tight. "God. You feel amazing."
Panting, his balls raise and throb. He’s so close, but Levi’s command is still in effect. Erwin decides he might as well savor every drag, and savor too the success of making Levi forget all about tonight, and make Levi feel even more loved. He deserves it.
With Levi's legs folded over his shoulders, and his knees touching Levi’s hips, he lies prone, resting his complete weight on top, and pushing inside as deep as he can possibly fit.
Levi audibly sighs each time he bottoms out, still weepy, but serene. His head leans into one of the thick biceps caging in his head... then his whole body slackens to a calm still as Erwin replaces his palm on his nape.
Erwin remains patient, fucking Levi as if there’s no goal in mind at all. Just to do it. It’s the kind of sex they’d have on a slow morning. His crying soon softens to wet whimpers as Erwin gives him everything, his pleasure, his embrace, kiss. They share hot breaths, sounds; sweat when Erwin noses his cheek, or lays his forehead on Levi’s. Sticky dried tears have collected under where the blindfold lays. Erwin smacks kisses to his eyes, then the teartracks.
“Does it feel good, my love?” Erwin asks, knowing the answer. When he pushes in, Levi always moans, because Erwin always drags across that spot; and constant pressure pins Levi’s cock. Inside and out, he’s surrounded by Erwin.
Though Levi’s voice lost all semblance of quiet ages ago.
“Yeah"—Their lips smack—"Yeah, daddy.”
A snatch of conversation from far away catches Erwin’s attention, followed by muffled footsteps. Then more. The ball must be over.
On the next inward thrust, Erwin slams in with sudden force, his balls clapping against his cunt. Erwin did so just to clamp Levi’s mouth shut just in time to smother his cry. The risk of being heard makes Erwin’s stomach light with excitement.
Levi whimpers in protest, head tossing weakly.
He squeezes Levi’s nape. “Shh…”
Levi visibly shivers. “Mmm…”
Erwin nips at Levi’s tender neck, still squeezing. “You don’t want everyone to hear how good your daddy fucks you, do you?”
Another shiver wracks his whole body, joining the cut moans punctuated by Erwin’s hard thrusts. The way Erwin speaks contrasts sharply against his fucking. “Hm-mm.”
Erwin shakes Levi’s head no for him. “That’s right. Only daddy can hear his good boy whine and cry like this. Only I get to reduce you to this. Only I make you come.”
Levi’s nostrils flare. “Mhm—mm. Mm.”
Erwin pins Levi’s lips shut tight as his pumps shorten to shallow bursts, and the far-away cacophony of heels and chatter grow loudest. His palm is wet.
Fucking him harder than ever, Erwin lifts up, and hooks his arm under Levi’s thigh to change the angle to what in normal circumstances would have Levi shout.
Levi’s head falls back with a bitten moan. His shoulders shift, his thighs wriggle, he writhes incessantly, anything to not shout. His fists curl until the skin turns white.
“How are you this tight?” Erwin huffs weakly. He muffles his own panting in the column of Levi’s damp throat, gritting his teeth against his nearing and nearing and ever-near climax. Levi is so warm, silky soft and snug inside. Like not just Levi, but his pussy is thirsty for his cum. Others would hear Levi’s wetness before his voice.
Erwin pictures himself fucking him all night. He feels perfect right here, with his cock nestled deep in his hot, quivering cunt.
“Ah Levi, I need to come,” Erwin hisses, groaning from low in his chest. He mouths at Levi’s throat soundlessly.
But he can’t let Levi say it, not until they’re gone. It's—it’s the perfect torture.
They’re stopped at a total impasse, and yet the pace doesn’t slow and neither do the sounds trying to escape Levi, who’s kissing at Erwin’s palm now (and the scar Levi once inflicted on it).
He wants him to do it.
“Ah.” Erwin’s pace falters, dissolving into something messy and brutal. It feels like his mind is physically breaking.
“Tell me I can come,” Erwin gasps, clamping his mouth shut tighter than ever. It’s the only way he can deal with this any longer. “Let me come inside you.”
"Mm!"
The noise beyond their room begins to recede.
“Mmph? M-mm!” Levi makes feverish attempts to lick his palm as he whines. His jaw visibly tightens, and so does his body underneath Erwin.
Erwin gasps, his voice seeping into it for a sound similar to Levi’s weeping from earlier. “Gods, Levi—”
All is quiet.
Levi’s voice is broken, hitched and rasped. “C-Come—come come—”
The groan that explodes out of Erwin bounces off the walls of their bedroom. “Levi!”
He slams in so hard that Levi is shoved with it, again and again, and so he cries out again and again, like gunshots.
In moments his heavy balls finally throb. Erwin’s hips totally still, before a rough, satisfied moan falls off his lips and he resumes ramming into him. The pleasure itself is tangible, even, a white fire replacing the blood pumping through his veins.
Each rough, bruising thrust is punctuated by a rich groan as he pumps his enormous load inside, and fills Levi’s cunt. It’s gripping him—Levi’s right on the edge.
Inevitably, Levi finally freezes, and wails when Erwin comes himself. His hips lift completely off the bed. Despite the previous four orgasms Erwin gave him, it sounds and feels like his hardest yet.
”Good boy…”
His climax leaves him sobbing again as pleasure rampages through him. So tight Erwin keens.
Absolutely nothing lies beyond it for Levi. No sight, sound, smell, taste or feeling. He shatters. It feels like he’s left his body.
The very next thing he remembers is the stinging sense of brightness despite the dim room, and his body as a pathetic lump of a dead weight compared to the weightless, euphoric place he previously floated in with Erwin.
He’s lying on his side under a thin sheet, and it’s going to stay that way for some time. Fuck moving. Lifting his dazed head would be doing the same with a boulder. In a vague way, his wrists feel scraped. His abdominals and hamstrings even feel tight, like he just had a workout.
“Are you back with me?”
He grunts, brows pinched, and pries open his puffy eyes, swallowing. His throat feels scraped too.
Erwin. His cheeks are still flushed, and his blue eyes heavy.
“Mhm.” Levi’s calves brush against Erwin’s hairy ones, but other than that it’s too muggy and disgusting to bear being closer. Even as naked as Levi now is.
Levi wiggles closer. A tired chuckle from Erwin makes his heart tender before he even holds him. Erwin lays his arm on his small waist, and sets his chin on his head. As fingers card through Levi’s dark hair, he hums, practically purring. He sighs in utter relaxation.
“Are you alright?” Erwin murmurs. “I wanted to clean up right away, but you fell asleep as soon as I undid your binds.”
He remembers now, what they got up to, and in his embarrassment, he huffs, hiding his face. “…‘m good. Really good. Sorry. I got all hysterical.”
"Don't be sorry," he soothes, as before.
"Hm." Sleep calls out to him. He doesn't want the last thing he says to Erwin be an apology. “Can’t believe you did that.”
“…Had you order me?”
Fighting the smirk that curls his lip up is too hard-fought. It kisses Erwin’s chest, over his heart. “You’re crazy.”
Erwin smiles into Levi’s hair. “I’m glad you liked that.”
That feels like the understatement of the century to Levi. “Really did,” he murmurs lamely. He’s too tired for a more thorough review. “Was good.”
The situation that instigated all of this remains cast from Levi’s mind, Erwin thinks, or at least it can’t upset him now like it did before. Regardless of his other intentions, that’s what Levi asked of him. And he did the best.