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It must’ve been a year now—a year since Levi left the cold darkness of the underground and stepped into the deceptively warm light of the Scout Regiment. In that time, hundreds of soldiers must’ve come and gone. Levi has spent countless nights in the communal baths, scrubbing blood and entrails and dirt and grime off of his pale skin. The one thing that can never be wiped off: the memory. Moving on is hard, but forgetting is even harder.
A handful of weeks ago, he’d started joining the newly promoted Commander Erwin in his office for a cup of tea and a late night chat. To think, just a year ago Levi had wanted to kill that man, had wanted nothing more than to watch him die by his own hand. Now they’re—
What are they, anyway? It would be a stretch to call them friends. Levi is Erwin’s subordinate, Erwin is Levi’s boss. They share words and tea. They’re acquaintances at best.
Right?
Erwin has a habit of burning the midnight oil, working himself to the bone. Often Levi walks past his office at night and sees light peeking from the cracks of the door. That’s how these late-night chats with tea had begun. Levi had decided to be friendly and knocked on Erwin’s door one night, offering him tea and some biscuits, lending him an ear if he needed someone to talk to.
Tonight is much the same, it seems. Levi finds himself walking past Erwin’s office, noticing the dim light filtering past the threshold of the door. The least he can do is offer him a drink. The most recent expedition was beyond exhausting—most of the casualties were the result of stab wounds. A handful of soldiers had chosen to take their own lives instead of being devoured by a titan. A grim choice.
Levi prepares some tea and then returns to the hallway, knocking gently on the door.
“Come in,” says the firm voice on the other side, though the tiredness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You look like shit,” Levi says with a slight smile, shutting the door softly behind him. He sets the tray of cups down on the coffee table, which is positioned in front of the sofa nearby.
Erwin chuckles in amusement. “I see you’ve come for another chat?”
“Yeah. You should take a break. Here, drink.” Levi takes a seat with a cup in hand, sighing heavily in discomfort. For a well-built piece of furniture, this couch is stiff as hell.
“Take a break? From what exactly?”
Levi watches as Erwin remains right where he is, sitting still at his desk and staring at the stacks of paper on its surface. “I figured you were busy with paperwork as usual.”
“Not tonight, no.”
“You’ve just been sitting here in silence, then? Why not do that in the comfort of your own quarters? Better yet, just go to sleep.”
Erwin finally stands and takes his cup of tea, holding it and its saucer aloft. “I don’t want to retire for the night just yet. And, to be honest, I had a feeling you might swing by.” He joins Levi on the couch and takes a sip of the tea, a wave of calm washing over him as soon as the warm drink parts his lips.
Levi shoots him a sideways look. Erwin is staring into his tea, something obviously weighing heavy on his mind. “That so?”
“Indeed.” Erwin’s eyes grow somber. “The recent suicides are a problem we cannot ignore. Say, Levi. You’re not going to go off and kill yourself, are you?”
“Tch.” Levi shakes his head. “If I was going to do that, I would’ve a long time ago. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“That’s good to hear. Humanity needs you.” Erwin’s still gazing into the cup, locking eyes with his grim reflection. “I need you.” He says this quietly, almost as an afterthought.
For some reason, it has Levi growing tense where he sits. He straightens up, taking a few more sips of his tea before setting his cup on the coffee table. “I don’t regret the choice I made.”
“Good.” Erwin isn’t quite finished with his drink. “You shouldn’t.” He wears a small smile. “It’s been a year already, hasn’t it?”
“Something like that.” It may have been that long, but Levi still hasn’t forgotten. How could anyone get the image of their friend’s disembodied head or limbs out of their mind? He won’t forget, but he will move on. That’s what soldiers do.
“I’m glad we have these talks.” Erwin finishes his tea and sets down the cup and saucer. “Even if they often have a morbid subject matter.”
It goes without saying that Erwin is lonely. Levi can only imagine how many friends he had to lose to become this numb to death and suffering, to be able to march forward even as his comrades burn out like dwindling flames. After all, standing atop a mountain of corpses must be lonely.
Levi’s had his fair share of loneliness too. The day his mother died. The days spent shivering next to her corpse. The day Kenny left him to fend for himself without so much as a word or a why. The day Isabel and Furlan were ripped apart.
Yet, right now, he doesn’t feel so lonely. Erwin’s presence is oddly calming, it’s… warm. Even so, the sun has gone down and it’s getting late. They should both turn in for the night sooner or later. So Levi stands, moving to retrieve the empty dishes. “We should both get some rest.”
Almost instantly Erwin stands too, catching Levi by the arm, eyes widening. “Wait.”
Levi’s holding the tray in one hand, his other wrist in Erwin’s loose grip. Normally an unwarranted touch like this would bother him—actually, it would irritate him—but for some reason, he doesn’t mind this… at all. It just takes him by surprise.
“Stay a while longer, won’t you?”
There’s the slightest smile on Levi’s face, so subtle most would miss it, but Erwin notices. He notices, and he relishes in the small victory. “What? Are you feeling lonely, Commander?” taunts Levi.
Erwin’s eyes keep slowly moving between two points: Levi’s eyes and lips. Why? What’s going on in that brilliant mind of his?
Levi feels his heart beat a bit faster. Erwin’s hand is still on him. They’re still connected through a simple touch. A simple touch that, for a reason he can’t even guess at, has his whole body feeling warmer.
Erwin lets go at last, a bit surprised with himself. There’s a faint hint of blush on his cheeks. “Humor me, won’t you?”
Setting down the tray, Levi crosses his arms and faces Erwin, looking up at him through steely eyes. “Okay.” The lump in his throat can’t be swallowed away. What is this feeling? His face feels hot, his throat feels dry.
Erwin’s looking through half-lidded eyes, something hidden in them. It’s only now that he realizes how close they’ve gotten—there’s barely room for breath between them. Is this an appropriate distance for a commander and a soldier?
And Levi realizes now too how just how beautiful Erwin’s eyes are. They’re this gentle blue, like a river or the sky. Intimidating when the moment calls for it, but otherwise the softest thing Levi’s ever seen. Erwin isn’t as soulless as people say, isn’t a man lacking empathy. No, Levi can see the guilt in his eyes, but can also see the will and courage to press forward towards a bright dream. Further, his brows are thick—always have been. Serene or calm at times but often pinched in frustration or determination. And his nose is strong, has a high bridge. His lips—the upper is thin but the lower is full. They’re often pursed in concentration, or curved with a smirk. Sometimes he grimaces, sometimes he shouts. Sometimes he smiles and it’s the most endearing thing.
Erwin’s lips… why are they moving closer? Not just them, no, Erwin is moving closer, leaning down to—
Levi just barely processes what’s happening before those lips press against his own. He unfolds his arms, hands pressing between them to push Erwin away—no, to keep him close.
With the difference in stature between them, Levi has to crane his head up awkwardly and Erwin has to bend down. Still, they both move in for this moment. Met in the middle. Erwin has one hand on Levi’s forearm. Their lips aren’t pressed together for long in all actuality, but this amateur kiss feels like eternity all the same.
Surprisingly, Erwin is the first to pull away, despite initiating this union. He almost looks worried, eyes widened, body tense.
Levi doesn’t know what to say. His mind is still catching up with what just happened. His heart is in a frenzy. He looks at the ground, gathering his thoughts.
“Levi,” says Erwin quietly, in a way he’s never said that name before. Like a man yearning for a touch he may never get again. Yearning for someone he may never have.
It should be uncomfortable, shouldn’t it? Levi feels like he should be disgusted at such an unsanitary and unprofessional move. This is his commander. He should be repulsed, right?
But he doesn’t. No, he feels strangely comforted, cheeks hot and lips aching for another touch. He wants to do it again. “Kiss me again,” he says in a heartbeat.
Erwin hesitates for a moment before leaning back in and capturing those thin lips again. This time he’s a little more assertive, more sure of what he’s doing. Even so, Levi can feel the slightest tremor in his hand where it caresses Levi’s face. Levi tosses his arms about Erwin’s neck, standing on the tips of his toes to reach, to deepen the heated connection of their lips. Erwin leans further down to reduce some of the strain on Levi as he kisses him again, and again, and again.
Levi’s breath grows shaky, uneven the more this continues. His stomach is in knots, chest tightening in a way he can’t quite describe. He’s never done this before. Erwin must’ve, even with how unsure his movements have been. Levi’s sure there’s plenty of women around who’ve wanted a bite of Erwin, who’ve gotten a bite of him. And now Levi’s thinking about that. Erwin kissing someone else. He feels strangely jealous, possessive, like this is a moment he has to hold onto or Erwin will slip through his fingers and belong to someone else.
Just how long has Levi wanted him? Weeks? Months? A year?
In the end, does it matter how long, or does it only matter that he does..?
Erwin begins to pull away and Levi moves to follow, lips not wanting to part from him. They’re equally breathless, cheeks hot with desire and lips bitten with want. Erwin opens his mouth to say something but Levi beats him to it, a pinch between his brows. “I think… I want you.”
Surprised eyes drag down Levi’s form. Erwin’s gaze softens. “You can have me.” Slowly, he takes one of Levi’s hands into his own, thumbing over rough knuckles. It’s a quiet, intimate thing. His eyes remained fixed on Levi’s. “All of me,” he says in earnest.
Levi doesn’t know what to say to that, so instead he opts to kiss Erwin again. He’s about to do just that when he sighs dismissively. “You’re too tall. Like a damn tree.”
Erwin chuckles softly. He sits back down on the sofa and gives Levi a devastatingly soft and endearing look. He needn’t say anything—Levi’s body moves on its own, and he joins Erwin on the couch, effectively straddling him as their lips meet once more.
This time he puts his hands in Erwin’s hair, which is surprisingly soft despite the pomade that keeps it slicked down. His fingers thread through blonde locks, gently tugging Erwin closer. The kisses have grown much more assertive, less amateur than before. Their lips only part again when Levi becomes aware that something hard is pressing against his own something hard. “Isn’t this… indecent?” asks Levi in a hushed tone.
“Maybe.” Erwin hesitates before caressing the side of Levi’s face, thumb stroking his cheekbone. Levi unconsciously leans into the touch, mesmerized by the look on Erwin’s face, which is one of yearning. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, is it?”
“You’re—we’re hard. And we’re making out in your office. I’m your subordinate, Erwin. This is inappropriate, isn’t it?”
“Why are you asking me what I think?” Erwin says. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I thought this was wrong.” He wears a soft smile but his eyes are serious. “Do you want to stop?”
Levi scoffs and looks away, and Erwin puts his hands back on Levi’s hips cautiously. “No. I don’t.” They lock eyes again.
“Neither do I.” Erwin moves in for another kiss, traveling down until he reaches Levi’s neck, where he presses his lips more harshly. He picks a spot and pulls the skin taut between his teeth, not leaving a mark but making Levi shudder all the same. He just barely stifles a moan, fingers digging into Erwin’s shoulder.
“This okay?” asks Erwin, and Levi nods.
“Yeah.” Erwin captures his neck again. “Fuck.” He didn’t think he’d like this so much: the intimacy, the sensations.
It’s starting to grow warm in the room, and so Levi decides that clothing needs to start coming off. Impulsively, he loosens the bolo tie and starts to fiddle with the buttons of Erwin’s shirt. Erwin then relents his assault on Levi’s neck. The first button comes undone and Levi’s hand presses against Erwin’s skin, grazing his collarbone. He presses his lips to Erwin’s and keeps his hand there beneath his shirt and tie, rubbing slowly against his neck.
Nerves alight with want, Erwin swallows down a breath, ticklish as Levi’s fingers dance upon him. He’s looking away, strangely shy. Levi’s eyes are on him, amused at the display.
“Is your neck that sensitive?” Levi never would’ve imagined he’d have the honor of seeing Erwin Smith so… pathetic-looking. His cheeks are red-hot, and his put-together façade is cracking.
Levi keeps unbuttoning his shirt, moving south. Erwin’s abs aren’t as chiseled as Levi had assumed, which, now that he thinks about it, just how many times has he imagined what Erwin looks like shirtless? Somehow the two never stumbled into each other in the communal showers, so his mind had done the work and conjured up images of Erwin in the nude.
Which makes this surprise all the more pleasant. Erwin’s softer in the midsection, strong but not lean the way Levi’s muscles are, and for some reason Levi finds that all the more alluring.
Erwin steals a kiss. He pulls off his tie the rest of the way before reaching for Levi’s shirt in turn. This he craves, seeing what lies beneath. Easy go the buttons once he pushes aside the ruffled collar. Now Levi’s shirt is hanging loosely on his frame, but he’s focused on his own task. He pushes Erwin’s shirt off his shoulders, encouraging him to slip his arms out, and so he does.
Levi’s lips are on him again, this time on that sensitive neck now that he knows about it. Erwin grips Levi’s forearm, a labored breath leaving his nose. How did the tables turn so suddenly?
Erwin’s hands are on Levi’s belt suddenly, methodically fiddling with its buckle. This has the assault on his neck easing up and warm breath fanning across his skin. With the buckle now undone and zipper pulled down, Erwin slips his hand beneath Levi’s slacks, palming him through his underwear.
Levi falters then, pressing his forehead to Erwin’s shoulder. He gathers himself and returns the favor with double the urgency. What’s more, he slips his hand beneath the underwear too to curl his fingers around Erwin’s dick directly. Skin-on-skin. Warm contact.
Erwin captures Levi’s lower lip between his own, sighing against his mouth as Levi’s fingers work his shaft beneath his clothes. It’s an awkward angle for Levi’s hand—his wrist will get tired in no time—but fuck, it’s worth it. The commander’s a mess. “Levi,” he says softly.
“Hm?” Levi lets go and before Erwin can protest he’s tugging down Erwin’s pants and undergarments, fully freeing his cock. It emerges and Levi takes it in hand again. It’s only now that Levi finally gets a look at it. “Not bad, Commander,” he teases.
Erwin opts to do the same to Levi. Then he takes hold of both their dicks, wrapping his own hand around Levi’s.
Levi thrusts his hips up without even thinking. Almost instinctual. Grinds his own length against Erwin’s, looking down at the display. How obscene. He can’t believe they’re really doing this. Frotting and making out in Erwin’s office.
It’s pathetic, almost. Hot as hell, but pathetic.
Erwin’s other hand is busy caressing Levi’s cheek. He watches Levi’s every movement with pupil-blown eyes, mesmerized by the expressions painting Levi’s face.
Levi glances up at him once before locking eyes with him, brow furrowed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” Erwin glances down at their moving hands.
“Forget it.” Levi swallows a breath and grits his teeth.
God, why does this feel so good? Much better than any time he’s bothered to jerk off—which isn’t often at all, especially compared to most men his age. It’s just not something that comes naturally to him. Hard to get a boner whe you just watched your comrades get devoured by a titan.
But right now, the battlefield is far from his mind. He’s focused solely on Erwin. On this feeling.
“Levi,” breathes Erwin softly, picking up the pace. His and Levi’s hands move faster now, in tandem. “I’m—” He cuts himself off.
“You’re what..?” Levi’s breath falters in equal measure. “Are you—”
Erwin shuts his eyes, the sensation all-consuming for a short moment. Warmth blossoms in the pit of his stomach, and he comes over his and Levi’s hands. He at last stills his hand, and Levi does the same.
“I didn’t expect you’d be a quick shot,” Levi taunts, glancing around for a handkerchief to clean this mess with.
“So you’ve thought about me sexually before this encounter?” Erwin raises a brow, an amused grin spreading across his face.
“I—shut up.” Levi finds some napkins on the end table next to the sofa and makes quick work of cleanup.
Erwin chuckles. “I should help you finish—”
“No.” Levi discards the napkins. “You can do that after.”
“After?” Erwin surveys Levi’s face.
“Yeah. Once you’ve fucked me.”
Even Levi can’t believe he just said that so brazenly. Erwin is briefly stunned, cheeks and ears hot and pink. “You want me to..?”
“You don’t?”
Erwin kisses him with an ardent fervor. “I most definitely do. I only meant that this might not be the best location.”
“We’ve come this far. The sofa will be fine, I’m sure.”
“I should prepare you first.” Erwin says, almost like a question.
Levi rises from Erwin’s lap, no longer straddling him. “How should I know? Not like I’ve done this before.”
“Neither have I.”
“With a man?”
“At all.”
Levi pauses. No way they’re both virgins. With Erwin’s looks? With his way of charming the women of the capital? “You’re serious?”
“Is this a shocking revelation to you?” Erwin cocks his head aside.
Levi continues to undress, sliding his pants off the rest of the way. “I guess so.”
“I don’t exactly have much free time. And that sort of thing has never been at the top of my priorities.” He pauses. “As for the fraternizing, that’s merely for show and, well… I was simply being polite.”
“I see.” Levi glances over Erwin’s body then reaches to strip him the rest of the way. “Is this for show then? Are you just being polite?”
Erwin laughs. “Not at all.” He drags his hand gently down Levi’s chest. A thought occurs to him. “Lubrication—surely I’ve something safe to use…” He steps away towards his desk to search his drawers.
Levi takes deep breaths where he sits on the sofa in waiting. The sound of rummaging and he looks over. Erwin’s got this weird look in his eyes. “What?”
“It suddenly occurred to me that I’m standing entirely nude in my own office.” He shakes his head and continues, at last finding a decent alternative. “All I’ve got is spare pomade.”
“It’ll have to work.”
Erwin returns to Levi’s side, the container in hand. He kisses Levi’s cheek, joining him on the couch. “How do you want to do this?”
Levi pulls himself back into Erwin’s lap. Straddles him again, one hand on Erwin’s shoulder to keep himself steady. “Like this,” he says, eyes half-lidded in a downward gaze.
The pomade is decently soft, all things considered. Erwin scoops some onto his finger tips and uses his free hand to spread Levi’s ass.
“Go ahead. Start slow or I’ll snap your wrist off.”
Erwin laughs softly at that, and presses his forefinger to Levi’s taint. He gets a harsh breath in return, and watches Levi’s face carefully as he continues. He doesn’t press too hard. One can never be too cautious when it comes to this.
Doing his best to relax, Levi exhales and loosens his muscles as much as possible. A few more moments of uncomfortable and awkward pressing, and at last Erwin’s pointer finger slips inside. The feeling is foreign and, quite frankly, a bit unpleasant. Levi inhales sharply.
“You alright?” Erwin’s focus is razor-sharp, eyes glued to Levi’s expression.
“It’s fine.”
Erwin presses further, fully inserting his finger. “How does it feel?”
“Like a finger in my ass.” Levi sighs. “It’s not horrible. I’ll get used to it.”
Erwin steals a kiss. The touch is light, much gentler than the passionate necking they were caught up in a while ago.
He wiggles his finger experimentally. Keeps his free hand steady on Levi’s ass. Presses soft kisses to his neck and gauges his discomfort with a watchful eye.
“Try another.” This comes as a soft-spoken suggestion. Levi’s breath is warm against Erwin’s ear.
Despite some resistance, Levi’s hole again yields to Erwin’s finger. With two digits now tucked away, Levi drops his head against Erwin’s shoulder and shuts his eyes tightly. “Fuck.”
Erwin continues to dote on him. Levi begins to rock back on his fingers—he must be enjoying it to some extent. Taking this as a good sign, Erwin keeps up the pace, gentle as he prods Levi’s insides.
Levi’s arms are tossed about Erwin’s neck, hugging him tightly. His heavy breaths fans out against Erwin’s skin. He mutters a few curses. Fails to stifle a few moans. “Nngh—go back…”
“Hm?” Erwin glances over him.
“That spot—there. Feels good.” Levi’s brows are knitted. “Fuck. There.”
So Erwin keeps at it, mesmerized by the display. And impressed, honestly. He certainly wasn’t expecting this: having Levi in his lap.
Levi’s just as surprised. He’s known for some time now that there are men who do this. There are men that enjoy the company of other men, just as there are women that enjoy the company of other women. He never thought about it that deeply—why should he care what other people do in the night? He’s got more important things to think about.
That’s not to say he was expecting this to feel good. In truth, he might’ve done it anyway, even if it was extremely painful. It would be worth it to be with Erwin like this.
What a pleasant surprise, really.
Erwin continues for a while longer. Then, at Levi’s prompting, adds a third finger to the mix, and that’s when Levi finally starts to relax. He lets his muscles loosen. Presses a kiss to Erwin’s shoulder to keep himself from letting out an embarrassing noise.
“Let me hear you,” says Erwin softly. To him, the quiet sounds are a good sign, proof he’s doing this right. Plus, they make his blood rush south. He’s slowly getting hard again.
Levi dismisses this request with a shuddering sigh. Still, his body is beginning to yield effortlessly to the repeated insertions of Erwin’s fingers, and the pain is melting into pleasure. He doesn’t know how much longer he can stifle himself.
Erwin’s free hand dances along Levi’s back, tracing his spine until it reaches his neck. There, he cradles Levi’s head, brushing his fingers gently through dark hair. The sensation makes Levi shudder, and at last he lets out a wanton moan. He barely registers it himself, scowling as he rocks back to force Erwin’s fingers deeper.
This is a small victory, but Erwin is satisfied nonetheless. Now he wonders what sounds Levi will make once he’s inside of him. Surely he can coax more out of him, right?
How will they go about this, anyway? Planking on the sofa doesn’t exactly sound comfortable. Erwin supposes he could bend Levi over the edge, but he’d rather see his face if they’re going to be intimate like this.
What will it feel like? Much better than fucking his own fist, Erwin’s sure. Much like Levi, though, he doesn’t make much of a habit of masturbating—for all the same reasons.
But now that he’s seen Levi naked, has heard him like this, he’s sure he’ll pick up that habit in no time. The real thing is better than anything he could imagine.
In the midst of his pondering, Erwin has halted his fingers. Levi huffs in disdain. “Why’d you stop?”
“Apologies. I was distracted.”
Levi looks at him. “By what?” He cants his hips.
“I was merely thinking about… the next step. Do you think you’re ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Levi lets out a deep breath. He lifts up and off of Erwin’s lap, and moves to kneel on the sofa, placing his hands on its back. “Get behind me.”
“I was hoping we could do this face-to-face,” admits Erwin, now standing.
“Given our difference in stature I think this is the best we’re gonna get tonight. Now come here.”
Erwin lets out an amused huff, and settles behind Levi, draping himself over his back. On Levi’s neck he places a generous amount of kisses. Then he traces the shape of his spine with a gentle hand. Takes in this view. Scoops up some pomade and slicks himself up in preparation.
Levi’s tense. Does his best to relax. Looks down at his hands and waits. Erwin’s pressing against him already.
“Are you ready, Levi?”
“Go ahead. Don’t keep me waiting.” He glances back and catches a glimpse of the look on Erwin’s face. There’s worry written in the lines of his skin, but otherwise he’s overjoyed.
It takes some time, but eventually Erwin’s cock breaches Levi’s entrance. He presses in slow, hands on Levi’s hips, holding him close.
“Fuck.” Levi’s breath hitches. He digs his fingers into the sofa back. Erwin feels much bigger than Levi had expected. Still, it’s not unpleasant, nor painful. Merely foreign. Unfamiliar.
Erwin’s breath is heavy on Levi’s skin. He’s fully seated, but doesn’t move, letting them both adjust to the sensation.
“God.” Levi feels so full. This alone is overwhelming, not to mention how sensitive he feels so suddenly. Every slight movement sends lightning through his nerves.
Erwin grapples with this reality. He’s inside of him. They’re one. He presses a kiss beneath Levi’s ear, almost in a trance. “You feel so good…”
They remain still for some time, soaking in this feeling. So this is what it’s like, to be entirely vulnerable with another person. To intertwine your body with another’s. To hold someone else this close.
“Move,” Levi says at last, voice strained. He dares to look back, and sees the enamored look in Erwin’s eyes.
Erwin’s mesmerized. Still, he honors this request—rather, it was spoken more like a demand—and draws back, only to thrust forward and press his hips flush to Levi again.
Levi almost wants to cover his mouth—he knows he won’t be able to hold back these sounds. He breathes heavily. Shuts his eyes and surrenders to the feeling. He can’t help but reflexively tighten around Erwin each time he draws his hips back, as if to keep him inside.
The pace Erwin sets is slow. His lips haven’t left Levi’s skin. He presses kisses anywhere he can reach. Not claiming him, no. This isn’t possessive. The opposite, actually. A silent “I’m yours.”
At some point he presses deep and merely grinds into Levi, no longer drawing back to thrust in again. Gyrating his hips, groaning low in Levi’s ear.
“Fuck, like that…” Levi sees white behind his eyes. The head of Erwin’s cock rubs against that spot with every movement. “Erwin.”
Erwin could cry, Levi sounds so beautiful. He opens his eyes to get a good look at him, face twisted in pleasure. He keeps at it, turns Levi’s head slightly to capture those thin lips in a kiss.
It’s warm where Erwin’s hands hold Levi’s hips, a searing connection between skin. Levi can’t help but think to himself how much he wants Erwin to touch all of him. So he reaches back and grabs Erwin’s wrist, guiding his hand to hold Levi’s stomach. Then he slides it further, down to his groin and finally to wrap around his cock. Erwin takes this hint and effectively jerks Levi off as he fucks him.
“Yeah.” It’s too much and not enough all at once. “Keep going.”
Erwin works his shaft in rhythm, eyes unsure where to look. Everywhere they wander is another sight to behold. He takes it all in, this view of Levi beneath him. Pliant, yet steady. So he opts to keep them shut, lest he lose focus and falter at the task at hand. It’s already taking so much in him not to finish too soon.
He utters Levi’s name under his breath over and over, without even realizing it, pushing further and further, closer and closer to the edge.
So noisy, Levi thinks, though hearing Erwin like this has some sort of pride welling up within him. He’ll unpack that later though—for now, he’s zeroed in on this feeling and this feeling alone. There’s nothing else in this room, no, just the two of them. Just two bodies locking themselves together. Unspoken words.
An unspoken “I love you”.
Something warm has been stirring in Levi’s gut for some time now, a hot coil of pleasure slowly building. Bubbling up and threatening to overflow. As Erwin’s pace reaches a high, that tension mounts. “Erwin, I—” His breath hitches.
That coil snaps. Pent-up pleasure reaches a peak and Levi comes, making a mess of Erwin’s hand and the sofa cushion below. A mess he’ll worry about later—he’s not even capable of caring about that right now.
As he comes, he grows tense, clenching tight around Erwin in fluttering waves, hips jerking erratically. This is different from anything he’s ever felt before. It’s not some sort of mind-blowing experience but it’s pretty damn good.
“Shit,” Erwin gasps, struggling to hold back his own release. “Levi, where…” Levi barely processes this question. “Levi, should I..?”
He regains some sense and clarity for a moment. “Pull out—”
Erwin narrowly manages to do so. Warmth splatters across Levi’s back. It’s hard to tell who’s more of a wreck. They’re both spent, both breathing heavy. Sweating. Pink all over.
Levi looks back, an unspoken request. Erwin meets him in the middle and kisses him. He loosens his grip on the sofa, and glances down at the mess. “Think it’ll leave a stain?”
“Hopefully not.” Erwin chuckles lightly and pecks Levi’s cheek.
“Got a handkerchief? Clean me up.”
“Of course.” Erwin steps back and looks for one, returning to find Levi getting back to his feet. He wipes Levi off, doting on him, and Levi scrubs at the sofa, which is left spotless once he’s done. They gather up their clothes, slowly getting dressed once more.
This process is silent, yet full of so many questions. What does all of this mean? Are they lovers now or something? Was this a one-off occurrence? Are there feelings involved? Do they go about their lives like nothing happened?
Levi is the first to break the silence. “It should go without saying this stays between us.” He’s buttoning his shirt.
This thought did occur to Erwin, yet at the same time… “Is it wrong for a commander to have a love life?”
“When it’s one of his subordinates, yeah—love life?”
Erwin straightens his tie. “Merely a turn of phrase.”
Right.
Levi’s fully dressed. He doesn’t move towards the door, but he stands strangely far away from Erwin. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “This was… nice.”
Erwin can’t even guess at what’s going on through Levi’s head. Perhaps it would be best to leave him be. But… he doesn’t wish to part from him. “You can come to my quarters with me, if you’d like.”
“We both know I should head back to the barracks.”
There’s something somber in Erwin’s eyes. “What are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Surely this wasn’t just… mindless sex?”
Levi hesitates. Just moments ago he wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of Erwin’s body and have the same done in return. Just moments ago he never wanted to part from him. And now… is this guilt? Why does he feel guilty?
No. This is fear. People fear what they don’t know. But this is something he can’t know. Levi has no way of knowing what the future holds if they pursue this. Things could go awry in the blink of an eye.
“I want to do this again,” Erwin admits. “Or at the very least… I’d like if you still came by for tea and a chat.”
“Yeah.” Levi nods. “I’d like that too.” He heads for the door. “I should turn in for the night.”
Erwin doesn’t stop him. He merely watches. His eyes light up at the sound of Levi’s voice, when he speaks there at the threshold of the door.
“Let’s do this again,” Levi says, because it’s true. He has no idea what will happen if they pursue this.
Which means he has no way of knowing how good it could be.