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An hour ago, the table was set. Napkins were folded with military precision, the utensils lined up neatly on the sides of both plates. The wine glasses were half-full with Erwin’s favorite sweet red. There was pasta out, garnished with herbs from the local farmers market since Levi had been on an organic food kick lately. And then there was Levi, still in the white button-down shirt he'd worn to work earlier that day—and a miniskirt. Skintight, black pleather, and scandalously short. Where the hell that came from was a mystery, but one Erwin didn’t intend to solve anytime tonight.
They’d sat down to eat together, Levi making small talk about their days while Erwin’s gaze kept dropping to Levi’s lap, where the skirt rode up so high that, were they in public, they’d get slapped with an indecency charge. And Levi seemed to know it too, from the way he crossed and uncrossed his legs, each time exposing even more of his pale, smooth thigh.
Somehow, Erwin made it through dinner. He stood to clear the plates, intending to clean since Levi had cooked, but Levi stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Let me,” he said, bending slightly to pick up the plates and then turning away to rinse them off in the sink. The skirt had bunched up enough to flash a peek of his ass, but Levi tugged it back down and Erwin found himself disappointed.
“Want dessert?” Levi asked casually. “I made cherry pie after work. Or…”
Erwin’s jaw just about dropped as Levi sat on the table in front of him, thighs parted just enough for him to see—Levi wasn’t wearing underwear beneath the skirt. Levi smirked. “Something even sweeter?”
Erwin gripped Levi by the hips and dragged him to the edge of the table. The table runner dragged with him, the candlestick wobbling precariously. Neither of them cared. “Fuck, Levi, let me taste you,” Erwin just about begged. Hells above, no one could make Erwin Smith beg quite like Levi could.
“Yeah?” Levi’s voice was a low, gravelly purr as he combed his fingers through Erwin’s hair. Suddenly, he gripped hard, winding the strands around his fingers and tugging. “Better eat while it’s hot, then.”
Levi guided Erwin’s head down, down, and lower still, until Erwin’s chin was nearly on the table as he shoved the skirt up to bunch around Levi’s hips. Erwin gripped his thighs, spreading him out, watching hungrily as the damp slit between Levi’s legs was revealed. And for a moment, he could only stare, lips parted and mouth watering. Levi’s cunt was the one part of him that was soft and delicate, though he’d kick Erwin off the balcony if he ever dared to say such a thing. But really, it was, all pink-petaled folds and delicate inner lips and a small, tight entrance.
Levi tugged on his hair again, pulling him out of his daydreams. “Thought you were just begging me for a taste a minute ago. Is something distracting you from eating me out?”
Erwin shook his head, and wordlessly dove in. He could just as well drown in the heat of Levi’s thighs on either side of his head, could practically feel the pulsing need just inches away from his lips. But he had no time to wax poetic about how beautiful Levi could be when he got all needy like this, because Levi pulled on his hair again, impatient.
(Maybe another night, if it were Erwin’s turn to dom, he’d bend Levi over and spank his ass red for being so demanding. But not tonight. No, Levi was undoubtedly in charge right now, and he had Erwin exactly where he wanted him. Exactly where Erwin wanted to be.)
Erwin stuck his tongue out and licked him slow with the flat of his tongue. Levi’s first gasp was music to his ears, and he wanted to coax more and more of that sweet melody from his lover’s mouth. Erwin buried his face between Levi’s thighs, dragging his tongue through the arousal coating the folds and chasing more of it, going right to the source.
“Fuck,” he heard Levi mutter above him, and he kept going, spurred on by the encouragement. Levi’s clit, stiff and throbbing and just begging for attention, was Erwin’s next target. He sealed his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked, flicking his tongue against it again and again until Levi squirmed and gasped and directed his head elsewhere. “Too much,” Levi gasped; Erwin already knew.
“Sorry,” he murmured against Levi’s inner thigh, kissing and nipping at it in apology.
“S’fine. Just get your tongue inside me.”
Erwin obliged, though not before taking his sweet time lapping up all the slick Levi had produced since they started. It dripped from his cunt down to the table, down Erwin’s chin and all over his jaw, and he couldn’t fucking get enough. Fuck, but Levi tasted even better than the red wine, intoxicating in so many more ways.
“Don’t tease,” Levi warned.
Erwin didn’t apologize this time, only stiffened his tongue and prodded at Levi’s entrance. Lips pressed firmly to Levi’s cunt, Erwin pushed his tongue inside slowly, feeling Levi’s walls relax to let him in. Levi moaned above him, the fingers in his hair nearly painful now as he pulled harder. Erwin paid it no mind, focusing on fucking his tongue in and out shallowly, just enough to stretch him a bit. Levi huffed out a noise of pleasure. “Yeah, fuck. That’s it.” With strong fingers and a decisive grip, he moved Erwin’s head this way and that, putting his mouth right where Levi wanted him. Erwin just wound his arms around Levi’s thighs and pulled him closer, held him open and spread out like a feast. His eyes closed and he lost himself in it all—Levi’s heat, Levi’s taste, Levi’s thighs tensing and trembling, Levi’s gasps, Levi’s salty-sweet slick, Levi, Levi.
Erwin chanced a look up, only to be greeted with the sight of Levi’s face in pure bliss, eyes shut and lips glossy and parted. “You look so beautiful like this,” Erwin murmured. “Gonna—fuck, gonna put a mirror on the ceiling one day so you can see how good you look.”
Levi’s response was another breathless sigh. He held Erwin’s head in place, grinding his cunt against Erwin’s mouth. He was getting close, Erwin could tell. He flattened his tongue once more, lapping broad strokes over Levi’s heated core, chasing every drop of that heady sweetness. Levi huffed again. “I'm getting close. Don’t stop.”
Erwin wouldn’t dream of it. His lips brushed over Levi’s clit and Levi fucking shivered just from the breath Erwin huffed against his slick, heated skin. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?” Levi snapped, breathless and venomless. “Come on.”
And, like a starved dog called to dinner, Erwin obeyed with feverish hunger. His ears filled with the lewd wet smacking sounds of his lips and tongue and Levi’s arousal, the moans that filled the air, rising steadily in volume and pitch.
“Fuck!” Levi choked out a strangled sort of noise, thighs clenching around Erwin’s head. Erwin didn’t stop, sucking Levi’s throbbing clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it, over and over again, until Levi keened, sudden and sharp and high, his fingers gripping Erwin’s hair so hard it bordered on painful. His thigh tensed for a long few moments, his hips almost absently grinding against Erwin’s mouth, and then finally he relaxed, releasing Erwin’s head and slumping back to lie flat on the table. Erwin licked him through it, lapping up every drop of sticky-sweet and then leaning over the table, pushing an empty glass aside to kiss his lover.
Levi damn near devoured the taste of himself from Erwin’s mouth before he pulled back and smirked, breathless and flushed, eyelids heavy and lust tempered. “Told you eating organic would be good for us.”