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“Fuck, that’s it, Levi–so good for me,” Erwin sighs, the praise spilling off of her tongue like the rain that patters loudly against their window outside.
Her fingers card through dark silken hair, tugging slightly at the root to pull him in closer between the splay of her thighs, until he can’t even draw breath without gasping hotly into her skin. He’s been at it for ages now, sprawled out on his belly between Erwin’s thick thighs with his hands pinned against the inside of her knees, ordered not to let them stray, which he obeys without question.
Erwin often boasts the many talents of her quiet, reclusive boyfriend to their friends and really anyone she could catch in conversation; he is an excellent homemaker, attentive partner– ”Levi? Are we talking about the same Levi?” –and has irrefutable talent when it comes to brewing the perfect cup of tea. But, as Erwin lay sprawling against the pillows of their bed, legs open with the love of her life proving his devotion between them, she has to smile to herself and muse that maybe this is her most favored of his many talents.
Levi licks into her cunt like it is his only source of sustenance on this earth, alternating between swirling his tongue deep in her dripping hole and wrapping those pouty lips around the peaked bud of her clit. It’s evident that that is his favorite, suckling against her most sensitive nerve endings with his small nose buried in the golden curls above the flush of her peak. He’s said as much during pillow talk before, that he is addicted to the source of her arousal and all of the scents and tastes that accompany servicing her to her heart’s content.
The idea etches a small smile across her lips, and though she is all too eager to move on to what she has planned for her partner next, she would never deprive him of something he loves so much.
Especially not when he’s been such a good boy.
Missing his eyes on her, Erwin uses the grip in his hair to tilt Levi’s head up, until his half-lidded eyes are trained on hers. His stare is already glassy and dazed, the molten pool of silver in his irises dark with the spill of his blown pupils. The smudge and small flick of his dark eyeliner make his already sharp eyes even more sultry, and Erwin’s longing blazes brighter at the sight.
“You’re doing excellent, sweetheart,” she praises, cradling the crown of his head reverently. He shivers almost imperceptibly when her long fingers dip lower to scratch at the shorn hairs above his nape.
He’s too good, truly. For as long as they’ve been at it, Erwin has had to gently guide his attention away from her clit several times when the pleasure mounting between her legs threatened to push her over the edge. As much as she longs to let herself fall completely to the wicked ministrations of her lover’s little pink tongue, she wants to keep a level head tonight and focus all of her efforts on the man who managed to steal her affection and ruin her for any other.
Levi practically melts at the praise, his tense shoulders falling lax and a small breathy sigh escaping his nostrils as he tentatively continues to lap at her flushed folds. His mouth and nose are already covered in the glistening evidence of his skill, shining in the dim city light filtering in through the slats in the blinds.
Erwin strokes outwards along the curve of his ear, softly fingering the row of piercings along the shell, before curling her fingers under his jaw and carefully easing him up away from his feast. He goes without hesitation, following her silent command with practiced ease as he rises from his position and crawls up her larger body.
The leaking tip of his neglected cock drags against the soft ridges of Erwin’s abdomen as he moves, causing the both of them to shiver in tandem until he settles to let his weight rest on top of her, his head pillowed on the substantial mounds of her breasts.
His hands settle on the outer curve of her torso, slim fingers slotting against the almost imperceptible groove of her ribs to feel her steady breaths. Erwin can feel the hardness of his length digging into her hip, but Levi makes no move to gain himself any friction, instead placing the timing of his own pleasure completely in her loving hands.
Passive, detached eyes stare into her own. There is no trace of an active thought on his relaxed expression, just simple, pure trust in the depths of his gaze; he knows without a shadow of a doubt that Erwin knows what's best for him, for the both of them, and he knows that when he is situated in the target of her attention that he needn't have to concern himself with making those kinds of decisions. He can settle into that warm, safe space in the far reaches of consciousness, and let Erwin have full control of their shared pleasure.
Erwin smiles at the sight. Her Levi is always so good for her, and tonight is no exception. The dynamic they have cultivated between them only becomes easier with time, and now it takes hardly any effort at all to guide her normally prickly boyfriend into a state that makes him as malleable as fresh clay beneath her fingers.
“Use your words, baby boy. Tell me what you want, you’ve earned it,” Erwin whispers, her neck craned down to rest her lips against ink strands as she speaks.
Levi stiffens on top of her for the briefest of moments before relaxing completely once again. He turns his head to bury his face into the swell of her chest, a flush blooming along his cheeks as he sucks in a shaky breath against her skin.
“Please–” He begs, his voice already wrecked before they’ve even properly started.
Her hand strokes lovingly over his shoulder blade, encouraging him.
“–fuck me. Please, Erwin–I need you.”
Erwin smiles and tilts Levi’s head back again, her hand cradling his soft cheek before slipping her thumb past the part of his slick lips, still glistening with the evidence of her own pleasure. Blazing warmth immediately engulfs her digit as Levi obediently sucks on the intrusion, his eyes completely glazed over with a haze of lust and adoration as he stares up at her.
“As you wish, sweet boy.”
Levi makes a small noise against her skin, halfway between a moan and a gasp, and she feels the way his muscles tense under her palms, wanting to contract and move but being held back by the innate need to give up control.
She keeps her thumb in his mouth a bit longer, until the excitement bubbling beneath his surface levels off and his heartbeat slows to match the steady rhythm of her own. His clever tongue strokes against the pad of her thumb, sending sparks of arousal straight to her groin with every warm caress. She almost thinks he’s doing it on purpose, hanging on to a bit of brattiness just to spur her along faster, but the look in his eyes tells her the contrary. He hides nothing from her, his adoring gaze an open book in a language only Erwin can decipher.
Soft, sweet, malleable. He is hers to direct, fully staking his own outcome on her wishes and desires.
Wrapping an arm around the small of his waist, Erwin carefully rolls them over until Levi is spread out on the bedsheets with Erwin occupying his lap. Even in the low light, he’s a vision, a veritable lamb to the slaughter waiting to be devoured. Their bedding is a light cream, contrasting starkly to the way his dark hair fans out around his head in a halo of ink. Her little angel, with the mouth of a devil.
But there is none of that sharpness to be found here, alone together like this, where Erwin can be herself, and Levi can be hers.
Teasing him, she lets her weight rest fully where she straddles him, the heat of her cunt flush against the underside of his straining cock where it rests against his belly.
As expected, he doesn’t move to reciprocate or gain himself any stimulation, but a terribly pitiful sound slips out from between his lips at the contact. If she had more patience, she’d take him into herself, let him feel the warmth and closeness she had to offer before whittling him down piece by piece until there was nothing left in existence in his pretty head but her.
Another night, she decides.
Levi’s skin is warm and oh so soft under her fingertips. She traces the pink flush of excitement along his chest with both hands until her probing touch reaches a shock of cool metal.
He squirms at the touch, his breath hitching and his spine arching minutely. Erwin grins and tugs at the barbells pierced through the peaks of his little pink nipples. She can still remember the day he got them done, how his hand squeezed hers with each jab of the hollow needle. It had been an excruciating wait for them to heal, but with Levi’s fastidious disinfection regimen it only took a couple of months before Erwin was able to use them to bring her boyfriend to new levels of pleasure.
“Always so sensitive, aren’t you, darling?” She teases sweetly.
She delivers a particularly rough twist to the right bud, making Levi’s unwavering attention break as his eyes roll at the sensation. The normally pale pink darkens to a flushed rose under her manipulation, and Erwin revels in the way Levi falls apart so spectacularly for her time and time again.
“Hmm?” She prompts again, doting the same attention to the left now as well.
“Yeah,” he gasps. Erwin watches his throat with rapt attention as he swallows the small noises fighting to spill past his lips.
His breathing picks up, chest rising and falling faster under her touch to the point that he shakes with the effort to keep each inhale steady. Erwin fondles him a bit more before finally giving his sensitive nipples a small reprieve.
Her touch travels farther up to trace the delicate line of his collarbones through milky skin. The filtered light coming from the window paints the sculpted planes of his chest with shadows, and the contrast between strong muscle and soft skin has Erwin biting her lip while trying to comprehend her luck at having such a beautiful creature at her mercy.
Levi is a man of many contradictions; dark hair and pale skin, immense strength in a compact frame, a dour countenance with the softest heart. Erwin will never be satisfied by another, no one else could come close to filling the hole that Levi has carved out for himself in her soul.
She presses on.
Short, manicured nails dig faint scratches in an arc along his shoulders until her hands come to rest on the curve of his biceps, effectively pinning his already immobile arms to the bed beneath them. She doesn’t miss the way goosebumps break out along the path of her touch, and his already fat pupils seem to darken further as he waits patiently for more.
He doesn’t ask for it, but he also doesn’t need to for Erwin to know that he’s desperate for her lips against his. His bottom lip is plush and shiny, flushed from the bite of his own teeth digging into the soft flesh.
Erwin leans forward carefully and slowly, pressing her weight down onto his arms and feeling the muscle twitch underneath her palms. She may be nearly a head taller, but Levi is sturdy despite his small build. He can take a bit of roughness, prefers it even, when they’re together like this.
With her leaning fully over him now, gravity tugs at her loose hair until it falls over her shoulder onto the pillow and into the curve of Levi’s neck and shoulder. He twitches at the tickling sensation, but otherwise holds her stare. She’s barely touched him at all and already his eyes are going glassy and half-lidded, flicking slowly between her own and down to her lips in such close proximity.
“Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?” She questions, her tone light, knowing.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice this time. Levi’s head nods slightly, further mussing his hair against the pillow, and groans out a quiet ‘mmhm’ of agreement.
Her lips slot in against his without preamble. She can taste the lingering evidence of her own arousal still coating his lips.
It’s always somewhat ethereal the way their mouths move together so seamlessly. The contact sends an electric jolt of burning pleasure right to the heat of her core, and Erwin caves and shifts her hips against him to grind her clit against the stiffness of his cock between them.
Levi’s mouth parts in a choked-off moan, his hips rising to meet hers for a few desperate thrusts before her nails dig into his biceps and he stills himself with a whine. Erwin takes full advantage of the slip, and devours his mouth with her own. Just like the rest of him, the inside of his mouth is sweet and warm and lax to her lead. His tongue follows her guidance as if gliding along in a ballroom waltz, twisting when led, yielding on the turns, the perfect partner.
Reluctantly, Erwin pulls back to separate them after too long. Levi’s face shows even more evidence of his desperation, his eyes glazed and his round cheeks flushed pink.
She can’t wait to see him cry. He’s always so pretty when he cries.
Erwin tucks her hair behind her ear and shuffles herself back a bit so she’s sitting over his thighs. She’s left a shiny smear against his cock, and the sight satisfies a deep urge within her chest to mark him, to alter him the way he has altered her. Levi is hers, mind, body, and soul, and if she can’t leave a brand on his soul then she’ll damn well leave them all over his body to remind them both of the bond they share.
“How about a kiss here?” She probes, her hands leaving his arms with an unspoken order to keep them where they are.
Her fingers find his nipples again, and tug a bit more insistently on the metal that pierces through the small buds. He arches into the touch, but quickly corrects himself to remain as still as possible until she instructs him otherwise. She keeps his gaze as she lowers herself to his chest, her lips finding his nipple with practiced ease.
There is already a thin sheen of sweat dewing on his pale skin, and Erwin’s taste buds zing with the taste of salt and metal and Levi. She doesn’t fault him for the bend of his spine, pushing his chest more firmly against her mouth, but she does sink her teeth into sensitive flesh until he sobs and cries out an unintelligible plea.
His cock twitches against her abdomen, and she feels a brush of wetness from the leaking tip. It never takes much to make him wet and dripping for her, and tonight follows the known pattern.
She feels his composure slipping with each laving pass of her tongue between metal and warm flesh, and offers a final bite into the meat of his pectoral until the grooved patterns of her teeth are left behind in two flush-red crescents. He shivers more violently under her touch, and the hitch in his breath only spurs her towards her ultimate goal.
“Or here?” Her fingers reach between them to softly trace the vein on the underside of his cock before giving his balls a firm squeeze.
It wasn’t in her original intentions, but she can’t resist bending down to place her lips against the little ball of silver emerging from the leaking slit of his cock. The jewelry shines with the copious amount of precum bubbling up around it, and Erwin swipes her tongue slowly against the metal until it's cleaned away.
“E-Erwi –please I–”
“Shh. I know, sweetheart, I know,” she soothes him before he can continue.
Erwin could play with him like this for hours, and has done so many times before, but she can tell that Levi is not in the headspace to handle slow and torturous tonight. He needs her more urgently than that, and Erwin is all too eager to oblige.
She gives his swollen length a few merciful tugs and presses her thumb into the silver sphere piercing through his frenulum. The action pulls another gasping whine from deep in his throat, and another full-body shiver to travel down his spine.
“I think I’ve teased you enough, hmm?” Erwin gives him one last squeeze before letting his cock fall back to rest heavy and drooling against his abdomen. She doesn’t miss the way it twitches in the absence of her touch, desperate for any source of friction now that he’s had the briefest taste of relief.
Levi squirms again when she lifts herself off of him completely.
“Do you think you’re ready for my fingers darling?” She kneels beside him and reaches out to tilt his chin towards her.
He nods into her hold. Out of the corner of her eye she catches the way his fingers dig into the bedding in a white-knuckled grip.
“Speak.”
“Yeah –yes, yes, I am, please–”
He cuts himself off with a groan, his eyes squeezing shut as small panting huffs of breath escape his lips. Erwin traces the length of one thin brow with her thumb before pulling away.
“Turn over then. Let me see where you need me,” she orders smoothly.
Levi moves without wasting any time, turning over onto his belly and wrapping his arms around the pillow under his cheek. Erwin watches the flex of muscles under milky skin as he draws himself up onto his knees and deepens the arch in his spine until he’s fully bared for her, face down and ass up, ripe for the taking.
Heart in her throat, Erwin quickly reaches to grab the bottle of lube off of the nightstand and takes her spot between his legs to admire the view.
And what a view it is.
Like all other parts of him, Levi keeps himself neat and tidy here too, spending hours cleaning, grooming, and moisturizing in a fastidious regimen. Erwin is all too glad to reap the benefits, her eyes roving over smooth pale skin until her gaze lands on the tiny pink furl of his hole hidden between his toned cheeks.
It always amazes her, how much he can take stuffed in that little hole time and time again, and yet remain so small and tight and soft.
Levi makes a noise of contempt at her inaction and throws her a look over his shoulder that is almost comical in how he tries to express his irritation despite the haze of submission painted so clearly over his features. A small wiggle of his hips wrenches her out of her own thoughts, and Erwin inches closer until she can spread him apart with a hand on each mound.
“Erwin…” he mumbles into the pillow, cutting off a whine by biting into the fabric.
Her touch dips lower, fingertips brushing over the tight pucker and watching as it twitches for her. He’s soft and warm as always, pliant and lax as she prods at him lightly.
“I’ve got you,” she croons gently, aiming for sweet over stern for the moment.
The ‘snick’ of the bottle cap popping open is loud in the silence, and Levi shudders at the sound, a ripple of eager energy surging through him underneath Erwin’s palms. Erwin slicks her fingers and rubs them together to cut some of the chill before pressing the tip of her index finger against his tight ring of muscle.
“Open up for me, darling. I know how good you can be,” Erwin puts more pressure into her touch until her finger breaches him slowly.
The effect of her words is instantaneous. Levi rasps out a shaky breath and forces himself to relax fully, his upper half melting further into the bedding as the tension leaves him. It’s as if Erwin is literally forcing it out of him; the deeper she inserts herself, the more strain Levi is able to let go of, until he’s nothing but a boneless heap of desperate writhing and pretty noises to be manipulated to her heart’s content.
She hums at the thought, and pushes deeper yet.
Her finger slides in easily down to the knuckle, Levi’s hole yielding so obediently to her touch and sucking her in greedily. Even with just one he’s tight, gripping her finger from all sides and fluttering slightly when his stuttered breaths catch on a deeper inhalation. She pulls it back out slowly, fighting the way his hole struggles to keep her inside, and slides it back inside in a short thrust.
Levi moans out a weak sound and shifts slightly on his knees to press himself back into her touch.
It goes like this until he whines for more, and Erwin succumbs to his wishes without restraint.
Erwin pulls her finger out until just the tip remains and teases his rim with the blunt nail of her middle finger. She keeps them trimmed and maintained for this very reason, Levi files them for her routinely and keeps them painted with a shiny nude gloss before covering his own with black lacquer. Before she’d met Levi she used to bite them off to the quick as a bad habit when too invested in her work, but now he takes the time to massage sweet smelling lotions and creams into her hands at the end of long days when he knows she might overlook her own self-care. It makes taking care of her lover’s needs much easier, and for that she is endlessly thankful for the attention and care.
The second finger slides in just as easy as the first, and Erwin drives them deep into his clenching hole, past the tight clamping muscles and into velvety soft heat. She’s always in awe at just how wondrous he feels inside. It’s the only time she’s ever envied not having a cock of her own, not being able to feel the way he would spasm and squeeze around her. But, this is just as nice for what she can get, and she continues stretching him with renewed eagerness to move on to what she has planned next.
She avoids brushing against his deepest erogenous spot on purpose, winding him up for release but denying him the burst of pleasure with each thrust of her fingers. He whines for more, cries out in choked-off moans when she comes so close only to draw back again.
“Erwin–” He keens, pressing back against her again and only serving to make her pull her fingers farther away from where he wants them most.
He’s spiraling away from her control, being denied again and again, and Erwin quickly moves to rectify her hold on him.
“Sweetheart,” she shushes, her unoccupied hand sliding down to rest on the small of his back where his waist tapers in.
Levi shudders and buries his face deeper into the pillow to hide his blazing cheeks, his tear-filled eyes.
“Hold on.”
Erwin carefully slides her fingers back out of Levi and shushes the small noise from him that accompanies the action. The rest of their pillows are still piled up around the headboard, and she grabs one at random to slip underneath his hips.
He goes down easily when she presses him lower, until he’s laying flush against the bedding, the lines and valleys of his smooth skin glowing pale in the dim light.
“Ungh,” he groans when Erwin pushes down on his tailbone, pressing his hips down forcefully so that his cock drags against the pillow.
“There you go, sweet boy,” Erwin practically purrs, eyes roving over the planes of lithe muscle along his back before returning to the swell of his small tight ass.
Her slick fingers find his hole again and push inside without resistance, immediately going for the spot that she knows will make him dissolve into a sputtering mess of a man.
The moment her fingertips glide over his prostate, Levi melts.
A raspy moan tumbles out of his mouth at the contact, and his hips rut down into the pillow before he realizes what he’s done and stills himself with a groan. Erwin eyes the way he shivers in restraint, and presses deeper into him again.
“Does that feel good, darling?” She prompts, watching his face with hawk-like intensity.
She’s learnt to read him like an open book, but still wants to hear him admit it out loud. To further solidify his deference to her guidance. To put him in his place and make sure he knows to stay there, that any pleasure he derives from this will be from Erwin’s doing alone.
“Mmhm– y-yeah,” he whines, nodding where his face remains half buried in the pillow wrapped up in his arms.
“That’s good, Levi, I want you to feel good. I always make you feel good, don’t I?” She continues, a satisfied smile curling her lips as he shivers again at another probe to his deepest depths.
She loves getting him talking when he’s like this, so on the verge of dropping off the ledge that he can barely focus on anything other than where their skin makes contact. When he’s so beautifully compliant and eager to please. He’s in it for his own pleasure, sure, but what he really craves is Erwin’s validation, her attention, her praise.
“Yes, yeah yeah, just –ahh–” He dissolves into another choked-off moan and turns his face completely into the pillow to gasp wetly into the white fabric.
His resolve is slipping. Erwin can see it in the way his shoulders shake with each breath, how his thighs quiver each time her fingers brush against that sweet spot inside of him.
She gives him another deep thrust, stretching her fingers as deep as they will go into his little hole, before leaning over him and bracing herself with one arm so that her front is flush against his back.
His smooth skin is blazing with heat, and Erwin can’t suppress the shiver that accompanies her breasts meeting the line of his shoulder blades. She lets her weight press him down, forcing another pitiful sound out of his throat as he squirms beneath her.
“Levi,” she whispers lowly, her lips just barely brushing against the shell of his ear.
His face remains buried in the pillow, but he hums high and needy to show he’s listening.
“I want you to do something for me,” she continues.
Her teeth catch his earlobe in a quick bite before soothing the mark with her tongue. Levi practically vibrates beneath her, every muscle in his body poised to spring and bursting with anticipatory energy at the multitude of stimuli provided.
“I want you to fuck the pillow like you fuck me–”
Levi whimpers.
“–you can do that, can’t you, my pretty boy?”
Erwin smirks into the crook of his neck as his hole clamps down vice-like on her fingers at her words.
She has him, without a doubt she has him completely under her spell.
“Erwin–” He moans in lieu of a reply, body quaking against the bedding.
She gives him one last kiss against his fluttering pulse before sitting up again and kneeling behind him to focus on the task at hand. His hole gives easily to a third finger, sucking in the digit like it was made for her and squeezing so tight.
“Go on,” she encourages him with a hand on his hip bone, her fingers digging into the toned flesh and pushing down until he quakes against her touch.
Needing no further prompting, Levi sobs wetly into the pillow and does as commanded. His hands leave the pillow and dig into the bedding in white-knuckled fistfulls before rutting his hips into the pillow beneath him in a harsh thrust. Erwin moves with him, plunging her fingers in deeper when he pulls back for another go.
“Erwin– fu–please, please…”
Levi turns his head to search for Erwin out of the corner of his eye, overwhelmed already and falling apart from the continuous shocks of pleasure to his system.
He does as asked, fucking himself against the pillow without abandon in desperate, forceful thrusts. His chin is tucked in against his shoulder, his eyes cut to the side to watch her with tears threatening to spill over.
Erwin watches with stars in her eyes. Levi is so beautiful, an angel sent straight from heaven to be the light of her life. As he ruts against the pillow, Erwin admires the way his lithe muscles shift and flex with concealed strength, how his skin glows in the dim light. Her eyes find the dip in his lower back, the small dimples that appear where his waist narrows. She reaches out and lays her palm flat against that spot. A burst of strong affection flares in her chest at the sight; with her fingers splayed out, from pinky to thumb her hand nearly spans the entire width of him.
He looks so delectable like this, chasing his own pleasure under Erwin’s careful watch, fucking himself against the pillow like an animal in heat while she stretches him out on her fingers. Erwin only wishes she could appreciate the sight while it’s her he’s fucking instead of their bedding, but she files that thought away for later.
She brushes against his prostate with every backstroke, and Levi’s rhythm falters as he struggles to make heads or tails of which touch is better, his cock against cotton or Erwin’s fingers deep in his hole.
Erwin curls her fingers down with more pressure and Levi wails.
“E-Erw– shit– please, please– I need–” He mumbles, lower lip quivering.
Removing her fingers completely with a slick sound, Erwin leans her weight onto the hand on his back, holding him still as she watches his flushed profile.
“What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?” She asks, coy. A smile softens over her features when he turns his head enough to catch her gaze over his shoulder.
His eyes are glassy, filled with tears ready to well over for her.
“Need you to fuck me,” he rasps, voice on its way to wrecked already, “–please.”
The tears spill.
Erwin watches each salty trail mark its path down Levi’s pretty face. His eyeliner has smeared from rubbing his face against the pillow, something that will surely piss him off when he’s doing the laundry later. She tracks the path of one inky tear streak down a flushed round cheek before falling lower to dampen his already soaked pillowcase.
Another pleading whimper breaks her out of her spell, and she nods slowly before leaning down to place her lips against his cheek, kissing away the tears that fall when his eyelids flutter in relief.
“I will, sweet boy, I will,” her fingers ghost over his hole again, pressing in just enough to make him shiver, “do you think you’re ready for me?”
“Mmhm. ‘M ready, just– please, Erwin,” he pleas again, blinking more dark tears down his face. His eyelashes are soaked with them, clumped together in little peaks that glisten in the light with each heavy blink.
“Shhh. Listen to me, darling. Are you listening?” Erwin kisses his temple and pulls away.
Levi nods, eyes bleary.
“Turn over and spread yourself for me, then you’ll get what you want,” she explains carefully.
He blinks slowly, digesting her words, before choking out a shaky ‘yeah’ and moving to do as instructed. His movements are sluggish, his stare far away as he twists himself in the bedsheets.
Erwin keeps her eyes on him while she stands to reach into the nightstand on her side of the bed, filled with an organized deep drawer of toys and other salacious instruments. Her fingers find the straps of her harness, and she pulls it out eagerly to don it with practiced dexterity.
It’s a beautiful thing, really, as much of an art piece as a functional garment. The straps are a soft leather, tanned a deep mahogany color and hand stitched to her precise measurements. Levi had had it commissioned for her on their second anniversary, and she’d made use of it that very night for hours and hours in thanks.
Now, it slides on like a natural extension, the fine silver buckles fastening the straps tight against tanned skin, the double bands on her upper thighs digging into thick muscle.
They have several options to fit into the metal ring over her core, but Erwin decides to go for Levi’s favorite tonight. Nothing adventurous, but pleasurable for them both all the same.
The dildo is a soft translucent pink, realistically shaped with a slight upward curve that makes Levi’s toes curl. Erwin is a tall woman, and it definitely holds up to someone of that stature, the shape of it girthy and long and commanding of attention. She manipulates it into the harness and bites her own lip as she tightens the final straps into place; the toy has a grindable base with smooth ridges and bumps that glide against the flush of her clit, slick with her own wetness and Levi’s saliva.
Satisfied with her work, Erwin glances back over at where Levi has splayed himself against the sheets, limbs loose and distant eyes on her.
“Feeling good, my love?” She prods, carefully watching his reaction to her voice.
Levi blinks slowly and nods even slower, his eyes trailing over her entire form before settling on her pelvis with a soft whine.
His arms are up by his head, lax and unmoving, but she notices the way his fingers twitch like he wants to touch but just can’t find the energy. If she didn’t know any better she would think he’s on the verge of sleep, but his painfully hard cock gives him away, laying flushed dark and twitching slightly against his abdomen, drooling a shiny puddle of precum underneath the divot of his navel.
“Levi.”
The corner of his mouth twitches and his eyelids lower.
Erwin hums and reaches once more into the drawer, fingers wrapping around cool, coiled leather.
He’s down for her, teetering on the edge.
He gets like this, sometimes, when Erwin has managed to truly guide him down into the lowest depth of consciousness–or, more like in the highest clouds, as he’s described to her many times afterwards–where he’s soft and pliant completely under her thumb at his own behest. In that warm safe space, full trust imbued to Erwin’s decisions, it's all he can do to keep enough wherewithal to adhere to her check-ins amidst the blinding pleasure. He claims to not be good with words on a good day, but especially not when he reaches this level of bliss.
She needs to get him back, to tether him back to reality.
The black leather is smooth against her fingers, and she lets the length of the leash dangle in her grasp to catch his attention. He whimpers again at the sight, body squirming under her stare.
Erwin rejoins him on the bed and crawls on top of him, caging his slim hips with her thighs and resting her full weight down on him.
“You’re drifting away from me, sweetheart,” she rests one palm against his smooth cheek and thumbs at the teartracks there.
“I want you back here with me, don’t you want me to fuck you, Levi? Make you feel good, make you mine,” she speaks low and steady, watching as each of her words are processed one by one.
Her other hand slips lower, two fingers sliding underneath the pitch colored leather around his neck and pulling tight. Levi whimpers at the touch and his eyes snap back to her face, a bit clearer than a moment before.
Erwin tugs one more time before letting go, watching the way his throat bobs underneath the collar as he swallows. No one who doesn’t share their bedroom would know the true meaning behind the jewelry. It’s unassuming, a band of black leather studded with dulled silver spikes and a matching sterling ring in the center. It fits his dour aesthetic, and most people assume it to be a fashion statement to fit his equally monotone wardrobe and the bits of metal visible in his ears.
But it means much more to the both of them. It's a promise, the physical manifestation of trust between them, and Erwin uses it to both of their advantages, as a tool to keep Levi grounded in reality before he floats out of her reach.
The lead clips into the o-ring with a small metallic clink, and Erwin wraps the end of the leash around her palm to keep the length short and easily manageable. She gives a light tug on the tether, reeling him back in.
“Answer me,” she whispers, voice light but touch firm.
“Y-yeah–” He finally manages, brain fighting his tongue for words.
“What do you want? Tell me,” she continues, her fingers traveling lower, scratching down his sternum.
He shivers underneath her at the touch, and his eyes roll briefly before finding hers once more. The silver in his irises is completely swallowed by his blown pupils, but his eyes still manage to practically glow in the dim light, wet with overwhelmed tears.
“Wanna…feel good, wan’–wan’ you to fuck me, be good for you,” he babbles, once again completely focused on her with a deep longing in his stare.
“You are good for me, Levi,” Erwin leans in to place a kiss against his sweat-damp hairline, “always good for me, aren’t you? My good boy.”
“Mmhm.”
Levi’s breaths come out shaky and wet, his body trembling beneath her.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees his hands clench into fists, and she knows he’s back on solid ground enough to continue.
“Then hold yourself open for me, and I’ll take care of you like you want,” Erwin backs off of him with another quick press of her lips against flushed skin.
She helps him spread his legs before settling on her knees between his parted thighs, drinking in the beautiful sight. His hands grip the backs of his knees and pull them nearly to his own shoulders, holding his legs open and spreading himself fully for her to enjoy.
His tiny hole is shiny with lube and clenching around nothing, trembling with anticipation. Erwin taps against the pink pucker with her fingertip to tease before reaching for the bottle of lube discarded in the mess of sheets.
She makes quick work of slicking up the toy between her legs, and presses herself closer until the head of the phallus rests against his fluttering hole.
“Deep breaths for me,” she encourages, one hand on his hip and the other keeping a steady pressure on the leash tugging his collar tight.
He nods, blinking a single tear down his face, and inhales shakily followed by a slow and steady exhale.
Erwin presses in, putting pressure on the silicone toy with her hips until the tip slides in, quickly swallowed up by his greedy hole.
Levi moans, his muscles tight and coiled and aching for release.
If her cock was real, Erwin is sure she’d be on the edge of pain at the squeeze of Levi’s tight ass. He’s so tiny, and her cock so big, stretching him to his limits and what surely must go against the laws of physics.
She waits no longer, hitching her hips forward and stuffing Levi with inch after inch of the thick length. It disappears inside of him in a slick-wet glide, stretching his little hole to the limit as it spears him open. The sight nearly takes Erwin’s breath away, and she loses herself for a fraction of a second as her hips come flush against his ass and the textured base of the toy grinds against her aching core.
Her cunt clenches down around nothing at the contact, and she feels herself get wetter against the toy and the harness straps that dip between her thighs.
Levi whimpers beneath her, filled to the brim with her cock and the press of her body on top of his own. He’s completely encompassed in her grasp, body and soul, and Erwin moves to give him the reward he so desperately craves.
“Oh, baby. You’re taking me so well,” Erwin coos, the praises spilling off of her tongue and seeping right into Levi’s very pores.
She withdraws her hips, watching as the length of the toy slowly reappears before snapping forward and burying the full length of it back into his tight hole with one harsh thrust. His head tosses at the action, and a warbled moan falls past his lips as he’s fucked full again.
“You always take me so well, like your little hole was made for my cock,” she continues, frantic now in the way she chases not only his but her own pleasure.
Each time her hips meet his ass, the toy rubs against her in the best way, licking fire through her pelvis and bringing her closer and closer to her own completion with every thrust. She knows she won't last much longer, the blazing pleasure between her legs is already so close to peaking, and Levi is right there with her.
“Stay with me darling, tell me how you feel, use your words,” Erwin grabs Levi by the chin and forces him to look up at her.
He’s already so far gone, the poor thing, crying and drooling and whimpering at each powerful thrust of Erwin’s hips. His voice will be gone in the morning, and the thought spurs her to fuck into him harder, faster, deeper. She wants more of his noises, and she’ll do her best to wring them out of him.
Levi only cries louder at the touch, angelic moans spilling past his spit-slick lips as he’s rocked back and forth beneath Erwin’s larger body.
“Levi,” she warns, tugging slightly on the leash wrapped around her fist, pulling him back into reality enough to check-in.
Grounded by the tight coil of leather around his neck, Levi blinks away more tears and finally looks back up, eyes desperate and searching for instruction. Erwin watches the way his Adam’s apple moves under the collar with an audible swallow as he fights to catch his breath. She can tell by the look on his face that her words glide right over his pretty head, in one ear and out the other as he focuses instead on her flaming touch on his body at all of the points of contact between them.
“I–I, ahh–” Levi’s eyelids flutter as his eyes briefly roll to the back of his head before squeezing shut completely.
“W-what– Erwin?–” He croaks, his voice wrecked between all of the noises she’d wrung out of him and the tight press of leather against his windpipe.
“Words, sweetheart,” she reminds him sternly, but not without an undertone of fond exasperation.
She’s suddenly aware of the sound of her own panting breaths, the exertion of fucking him this roughly evident by the ache in her lungs and the sheen of sweat over her skin.
“‘S good, good, really– ahh– please!” He sobs, barely aware of what he’s babbling, only hoping that it's enough for her to keep going.
She reaches between them and wraps her hand around his untouched cock, swallowing his moan with her mouth as she squeezes his length with the firm grip she knows he likes.
“Do you want to come? Make a mess of my pretty boy, hmm?” She pants against him, their lips barely brushing as she rocks against him.
Levi whimpers again and more tears fall down his cheeks.
“Yes! Yes, yes, please, Erwin, please–’wanna– ah– please, please!”
Erwin runs her thumb over the silver bead of his piercing, swirling the copious wetness of his tip and dragging it down his shaft to ease the glide of her quick tugs.
“You’re going to– shit– going to make me come first, darling. You’re so good for me, my sweet boy, taking me so well,” Erwin moans, her hips snapping relentlessly into him.
She can feel it now, the tight coil of her own pleasure about to snap, and she doubles her efforts, leaning back on her knees again to tower over him, her powerful thighs helping to drive her thrusts deeper into his smaller body.
He wails at the combination of her confession and the way she carves out a place for herself deep within him, his body yielding again and again for each wholly filling thrust.
The motion of her hand on his cock speeds up, stroking and squeezing wetly along the full length of him and thumbing at the leaking head with each upstroke. He feels as though he’s about to vibrate out of his skin, and she’s right there with him.
Her orgasm mounts suddenly, the grind of her clit against the base of the toy too electrifying to resist, and she fucks herself through it while Levi hurtles to the edge beneath her. The accompanying wave of warmth of euphoria blankets itself over her limbs as she rides out the crest of pleasure, fully sheathing the length of the toy in Levi’s ass and swirling her hips in small little grinds right into his prostate.
Stuffed all the way to the hilt, Erwin grinds in deep, tugs the end of the leash, thumbs the piercing through his cock, and Levi comes.
It’s stunning, the way he falls apart so beautifully.
He cries through the whole thing, his cock flexing in her hold and squirting thick ropes of cum across his abdomen, some even reaching his chest and coating the piercings there in shiny trails.
“Erwin–” he sobs, chest heaving and body shaking as he keeps coming and coming.
She strokes him through the peak of it, until his balls are finally empty and her hand is coated in slick warmth, the evidence of his love and devotion. Every single part of him is coated in either a layer of sweat, tears, or cum, and she’s never been so proud to see him completely and thoroughly wrecked.
They breathe together in tandem, the silence between them comfortable and soft.
“Oh, darling,” Erwin coos softly, her fingers stroking through Levi’s sweat-damp hair to push it away from his pretty face, “you did so good. I love you so much.”
“Mmhm.”
Levi shakes in her hold, still twitching through the aftershocks. He doesn’t say it, can’t really at the moment, but his eyes overflow with grateful affection, and he tilts his head into her touch.
With careful consideration, Erwin slowly pulls her hips back until the toy slips out of Levi’s ass completely. She only lets herself admire the way his stretched rim twitches weakly around nothing for a moment before moving to help him lower his legs from their spread position.
“My sweet, sweet boy. So perfect for me,” she continues, pulling at his lax body to arrange him in a more comfortable position to come down slowly.
The metal buckles of his collar clink quietly when she unclasps them and removes the piece from his slender throat. She never pulls hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but his skin is so pale it’s still painted a faint red where the leather left its bite.
He hums while she rubs lotion into the irritated skin, his vocal cords vibrating under her touch and making a small smile curl at the edge of her lips. Levi can act tough all he wants, but Erwin sees him for who he truly is, a man with more love to give than his body can contain, and one who benefits from a guiding hand to make him see it can be attainable and pleasurable beyond his wildest dreams.
He’s her proudest achievement, her shining jewel and greatest treasure.
After cleaning him up and shedding herself from the harness and leaving it and the toy in the bathroom to clean thoroughly later, Erwin lies down on her back and pulls Levi in close, his front flush against her side and his head pillowed on her shoulder.
“Love you,” he mumbles into her skin, closer to the ground than he was before but still a bit hazy.
Erwin wraps her arm around his back and holds him tight, her fingers burying into the longer strands of hair at his crown and scratching at his scalp. She already knows he’s going to wake up in the morning and usher them both into a proper shower before deep cleaning the linens, but for now she enjoys the comfortable closeness between them.
He hums against her and his hand comes up to grope weakly at her chest, the slope of her breast dwarfing his hand. She huffs out a quiet laugh and covers his hand with her own, enjoying the feeling of his touch against her sensitive nipple.
“Did you miss these?” She teases, squeezing his hand overtop her breast.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, making her laugh proper.
“Didn’t let me touch,” he finishes, tone accusatory.
Erwin hums, humoring him, and lets herself relax back into the bed, nonchalant.
“Maybe in the morning I’ll let you fuck them for being so good tonight.”
Levi stiffens against her, his eyes snapping open. Despite draining him of everything he had to give, Erwin feels the twitch of his stirring interest against her hip.
She grins.