Work Text:
It’s late at night when Levi exits the communal baths, as usual. He always preferred the peace and quiet of showering when everybody had turned in for the night — when the baths were more likely to be empty. Not that he was particularly modest about his body — there was no room for shyness and modesty in the Underground. Besides, they’re all soldiers; he’s seen his fair share of naked bodies. But the baths after an expedition are always a depressing place. The men are often crying, shaking, staring into nothing, or scrubbing themselves frantically to get rid of the blood, gore, and mud. As if this could wash away the horrors they had witnessed outside the walls. You can’t wash away the ugliness of death, Levi thinks. It sticks to your skin like a bad smell. God knows he tried.
Levi finds his way to his room and lays down upon his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He doesn’t want to be alone tonight, he realises. He knows that Erwin must still be up, as the man has the infuriating habit of working himself to death. He’s probably still in his office, writing up casualty reports and crunching numbers, trying to prepare for the next expedition. Levi doesn’t remember seeing him in the mess hall earlier, though the Commander has recently started to take his meals in his office. Did he even take the time to eat?
A quick detour through the kitchens, and Levi is standing in front of his Commander’s door with a tray of tea, biscuits, and fruits in his hands. He hesitates now, even though he’s not entirely sure why. Erwin Smith always seems to have a way to unsettle him lately. How did he go from wanting to slit the man's throat from ear to ear to bringing him food in the middle of the night? He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he’d been enjoying those late-night talks with Erwin. He always finds it oddly soothing to talk with the man. The blonde bastard has a way with words. He can enchant a room full of noble pigs from the Capital to ensure funding for the next expedition. He can convince frightened soldiers to ride to their death with hope in their hearts and cold determination on their faces. He can — he can stop Levi’s blade with his bare hand and give him a purpose. A goal. Someone to follow into hell and back. Just like that.
Levi takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and knocks. One time, gently, almost a rasp on the door. He waits, but there’s no answer, so he enters the room. Erwin is asleep at his desk — and for a second there, Levi forgets how to breathe.
The candles are burning low, and the golden shadows they’re casting are illuminating his skin. He’s resting with his head in his arms and his eyes close. He looks younger in his sleep — there’s a childish innocence in his face. Peaceful. A few strands of hair have escaped his neatly done fringe, and Levi has to resist the physical urge to put them back in place, to gently run his fingers into his blonde locks. He looks so beautiful Levi could cry.
He’s debating whether to wake him or simply go back to his own room when Erwin’s eyes flutter open.
“Levi?” asks Erwin sleepily. He’s smiling — and his smile is so soft, so different from the hardened Commander’s mask he wears all day.
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I — I saw light under your door, and I thought — maybe you’d be hungry,” Levi finishes weakly, gesturing to the tray in his hands.
“How thoughtful of you,” says Erwin, straightening up in his chair. He yawns widely, rubbing at his face as he does so. “Please, Levi, would you join me?”
“I —” Levi hesitates for a second. “You should go to bed, Erwin. You look exhausted. You’ll get wrinkles if you’re not careful,” he adds playfully.
“Ah,” Erwin laughs quietly, “that would be unfortunate, really. Still, I’m afraid I still have a lot to do tonight and I could use a break, if I’m being honest. Will you keep me company for a while?”
And how can Levi say no to that? Truth is, he’s perfectly aware that he’s incapable of saying no to anything Erwin may ask of him. So he puts the tray down on the small table in front of the fireplace and takes a seat on the couch next to it, letting himself sink into the cushions, crossing his legs.
“Well?” Levi says, raising an eyebrow. “Are you gonna take an actual break and come sit down with me, or are you only gonna pretend and keep working?”
“I need to finish that report, Levi.”
“Get your ass over here, Smith, or I’m going back to my room.”
And Erwin laughs. A real, genuine, honest laugh and Levi barely represses a smile of his own at the sight. When Erwin laughs, his whole face lightens up, and Levi thinks that he could stare at it for the rest of his life and die a happy man. It’s almost... painful. Watching him forget about the Survey Corps, and the titans, and the deaths, just for an instant. It makes him wonder if they had met in another life, in other circumstances, maybe, just maybe, things would have been different for them. His heart sinks in his chest, so Levi bends over and pours the tea into the small porcelain cups. He’s found them in Trost’s market one day and bought them with his first pay from the Survey Corps, and he remembers thinking that it was the first time he had something that was only his. He doesn’t mind sharing his cups with Erwin, though, because Erwin is the only reason he can even buy cups, let alone use them.
They sit quietly for a moment, next to each other, close enough to take comfort in each other’s proximity but far enough that they don’t actually touch. Erwin takes a sip of tea, cradling the cup into his hands, and leans back against the couch. He spreads his thighs in the process, so they brush lightly against Levi’s own for a split second, and the brief contact lights every nerve in Levi on fire. It’s unfair, really, how much Erwin can affect him. He never used to be like this before. He always despised physical contact. People are gross and filthy, and they always have an ulterior motive — sex, money, or murder. So, he avoided physical touch with a passion, but Erwin, Erwin is different. He’s bright and tall, and he smells like soap, after-shave, and the weird hair product he puts on his hair to make it stay in place. Levi doesn’t know what to do with that. He’s never met someone who made him feel like he just wanted to be — touched. He wants Erwin to touch him so bad it’s killing him. He has ruined him, he thinks; Levi is ruined now. He will never be able to focus properly ever again if Erwin is close to him — hell, even if he’s on the other side of the room.
“It’s nice, not being alone tonight,” Erwin says suddenly. He’s looking straight into the fire, and Levi knows what he sees in it — the faces of all those who gave their lives for Humanity. Levi doesn’t know what to say to that. He’s never been good with words. He kills titans; that’s what he does. Killing titans doesn’t require much eloquence. So he hums lightly, blowing on his cup.
“You should go to bed, Levi. You have training in the morning,” adds Erwin.
“So do you. And yet you will be writing your reports until your fingers don’t work anymore and the sun is rising. You’ll fall asleep at your desk like you were when I found you earlier, and your neck will be all sore and stiff tomorrow.”
Erwin smiles again, and oh, Levi relishes in the thought that his Commander’s smiles are scarce, but they’re reserved for him. It’s not much, but at least he has that — Erwin’s smiles.
“You take such good care of me, Levi. I don’t know what I did to deserve that.”
“Don’t be stupid. I’m merely trying to make sure you don’t kill yourself working so hard. The Survey Corps needs you.”
“Do they,” whispers Erwin, so low that Levi wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t sitting so close to him — when did he get so close?
They’ve done this a hundred times, sitting together quietly in the middle of the night, drinking tea, taking comfort in each other’s presence. But tonight — tonight feels different. Erwin is looking at him now, and there’s something in his eyes, something desperate almost, and Levi can’t look away, no matter how hard he tries.
“And what about you, Levi? What do you need?”
I need you, he thinks. I need only you, if you only knew, Erwin. But it’s Erwin Smith, and he’s merely Levi, just Levi, so he answers instead:
“I don’t need anything. You’ve already given me so much, Erwin. I mean — the Corps, they’ve given me so much. They’ve given me a purpose, I guess. I mean, I was nothing before, I was — I was just a scrawny rat from the Underground, and now I — I guess I know why I fight, and that’s something, right? That’s enough.”
Yes, that’s enough, he thinks. It’s more than most have, really. At least he has a purpose. He kills titans. It’s better than to rot in the Underground, away from the sunlight, waiting to either be gutted in the streets or to simply wither away in the darkness. It’s enough. He can be content with being on the surface. And even if he sometimes indulges in dreaming about being more — well, that’s just dreams, isn’t it? Everybody has them, it’s a human thing, and he’s human, after all. God, he’s only human.
“But you deserve so much more than just fighting, Levi. You don’t know, do you? Goddamn, you have no idea.”
Erwin is close, he’s so close Levi could count his eyelashes, and they’re so blond and thick, framing his piercing blue eyes, and — when did he get so close? Levi can barely move, and suddenly he can’t stand it. He really should get out of here before he embarrasses himself, even more, so he stands up abruptly, nearly toppling down the table and the cups because he has no idea how to do this — whatever this may be.
But Erwin stands up too, towering over him — Fuck, why does that man have to be so tall? And he’s looking at Levi, but Levi keeps his eyes away from him, fixed on the floor, away from Erwin’s gaze, because he knows that if he looks up, he’ll —
“Levi... look at me,” asks Erwin, gently, oh so gently. “Please,” he adds.
So Levi obeys.
And the moment he does, he’s lost. Utterly, completely, and unconditionally.
Erwin is watching him with such intensity, Levi feels a shiver run down his spine. He opens his mouth, to say — to say something, anything, but he has forgotten how to speak, and his throat is so dry he can barely swallow because Erwin is right there, so close, and he’s his Commander, but he’s so beautiful, so powerful, so — so clean. Pristine. Immaculate. Levi can smell him now, and it’s making him almost dizzy; his head is buzzing, and his ears are ringing.
Erwin raises a hand, softly, to cup his face, and Levi melts into the touch, leaning his head into his palm. It’s too much, he thinks. It’s not enough.
“Levi,” breathes Erwin. “I wish you could see yourself the way others do. When you’re flying in the air, you’re magnificent. You inspire them. You give them strength and courage. The Corps owes you so much. I owe you so much.”
Levi sees the way Erwin’s gaze is flickering between his lips and his eyes. He’s leaning towards him, slowly, how so slowly, as if trying to allow Levi to back out. But Levi wants, fuck, how he wants this, how he needs this. He’s never wanted anything so much in his entire life and probably never will again.
And then Erwin’s lips are on his, and for an instant, the world stops. He lets himself get lost in the sensation, the soft brush of lips against his mouth. His heart is beating so fast it’s pounding in his ears, and he’s sure Erwin can feel it, but in this instant, he can’t bring himself to care. It lasts for a couple of seconds before Erwin is pulling back, leaning his forehead against his, eyes closed, breathing into each other’s mouth.
“Can I kiss you again?’ Erwin whispers, a bit hoarse, and Levi nods hopelessly.
As soon as Erwin claims his mouth, something in Levi snaps. He leans up onto his toes, grabbing at Erwin’s collar and pressing himself into his body. He feels hot; there’s a burning feeling rooted deeply into his chest that he feels may very well consume him. Their lips meet again, hastily, desperately. It’s wet and messy, and Levi keeps kissing him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Erwin nips at his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, sending a wave of arousal straight into his groin, and Levi moans. He has no idea what to do with his hands, so he uses them to grip the back of Erwin’s head, anchoring himself, fingers running through his hair, over and over, and it’s so soft, Levi thinks, he never expected Erwin’s hair to be that soft.
“You’re too tall,” he blurts out stupidly. Because even standing on his tiptoes, he can barely reach Erwin’s mouth, and he’s so stretched out right now he feels he could snap in two.
Erwin lets out a small chuckle against his mouth. He gently unlocks Levi’s fingers from his neck, running his hands up and down his arms until he’s grabbing his hand and slightly tugging downwards as he lets himself sink back into the couch. Levi follows until his knees hit the cushions on either side of Erwin’s thighs, effectively straddling him. He hesitates for a second, and Erwin must sense it because he’s suddenly surging forward to kiss him again, sending another spiral of heat down through Levi's body.
His hands are everywhere, gripping hard at Levi’s hips, roaming over his chest, leaving burning marks on his skin wherever they touch, and Levi can barely breathe anymore, so he swallows loudly, biting at his lower lip as Erwin lays a trail of kisses around his mouth and his jaw. Levi throws his head back to expose his throat as Erwin continues to plant open-mouthed, burning kisses on his sensitive skin.
Arousal snakes through him like a fever. Like a pit of heat pooling down in his gut and spreading throughout his whole body, making him shiver helplessly. It’s an addiction, he thinks deliriously, something that makes you lose your mind and abandon all sanity. Levi’s never been the type to give in to addiction. He’s seen the effect addiction has on people. Drugs, alcohol, even whores. It turns even the most powerful man into a slave, bound to his primal instincts and desires. Levi is in control; he has always been in control, except right now — right now, he’s not, is he? He’s losing his mind because all he can think about is the warmth of Erwin’s body beneath him and his mouth on his neck, his tongue licking and biting, teeth scraping at his skin, and it feels good, oh it feels so good he thinks he has never felt something like that in his life —
Erwin licks at his ears lobe, nipping at it teasingly, and there’s a white flash in Levi’s chest, making him spread his thighs even more and lower himself until he’s fully seated on Erwin’s lap. He’s painfully aware of his hard cock between his legs, straining his pants.
“You feel so good, Levi. Goddamn, you taste so sweet. Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, you have no idea, do you? How long I’ve wanted you.” Erwin’s face is flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded, hair mussed by Levi’s hands, his parted lips red and wet from their kissing.
Levi feels giddy and light-headed because he’s the one that made Erwin look like that. His neat and perfect Commander, coming undone under Levi, he’s made him all messy, didn’t he, all messy with his tangled hair and his rumpled shirt and fuck, he’s never been so beautiful, and it’s for him, it’s all for him, he’s the only one who can see Erwin like this, and the thought makes his head spin even more.
He rolls his hips, once, experimentally, and the friction is almost too much. He lets out a breathy sound, half a moan, and half a cry. His body starts moving without him even being aware of it, rocking his hips against Erwin’s, rutting his cock along Erwin’s hard length, desperate and clumsy.
Erwin mutters a curse under his breath, his hands tightening their grip on Levi’s waist, coming down to grab at his ass, encouraging the rocking motion of their hips. He grunts, shutting his eyes tight, resting his forehead in the crook of Levi’s neck.
“Goddamn, Levi. That’s it, go ahead, Darling, you feel so good.”
The encouragement sends a heavy wave of heat down to Levi’s erection, and he can feel himself leaking, soaking his underwear. Somewhere, in the back of his head, there’s a part of him that hopes it hasn’t soaked through his pants, but then Erwin is capturing his mouth hungrily, running his tongue over his lower lip, fucking his mouth in pace with the hectic and needy motion of their hips.
“Fuck, Erwin. Touch me, please, touch me. I — I need… I need you to touch me...” Levi begs, fumbling over the buttons of his shirt, mentally cursing that there’s still so much fabric between them. He needs to feel Erwin’s bare skin on his; he needs to be touched; it’s all he can think about, how Erwin’s hands will feel on the soft skin of his chest, so different from his own.
He’s never begged for a day in his life, but right now, he’s too far gone to care.
And Erwin complies.
Without breaking the kiss, he finishes unbuttoning Levi’s shirt and gently pushes it across his shoulders, letting his hands roam across Levi’s chest in the process. With his thumbs, he rubs at his nipples, pink and swollen by desire. Levi lets go of another poorly stifled moan, still rutting frantically along the length of Erwin’s cock.
“More,” he croaks, “more, please, Erwin, I — I’m... I need more.”
So Erwin grabs the back of his head, tilting it back, and his mouth makes his way across his neck, licking and nipping all the way down until his lips finally close around one nipple.
And Levi comes.
He does it without a sound, mouth open, eyes shut, and eyebrows pinched, and all the while, Erwin keeps sucking at his nipple, his hands gripping him firmly, as Levi rides the waves of his orgasm. Afterwards, he feels his whole body go limp, and he nearly collapses on top of Erwin, who gently guides his head to rest upon his shoulders, his arms encircling him. They’re both shaking, breathing heavily.
They stay like that for a moment. Erwin is stroking his hair, murmuring soft nothings into Levi’s ears, and he feels good, he feels so good, he could never have imagined that it could feel like that.
Safe. Warm.
He shifts a little in Erwin’s lap, crunching his nose at the cold stickiness in his pants, and that’s when he feels Erwin’s erection against his thigh.
And Levi freezes.
Suddenly, it dawns on him that he’s half-naked in his Commander’s arms — and he just came in his pants like a horny brat. Erwin is still wearing his shirt, and he didn’t — he didn’t... And Levi has rutted against him like a bitch in heat, like an animal, and he feels sick and ashamed of himself.
“Levi? What’s wrong?” asks Erwin, his eyes tight and concerned.
“I — I’m sorry. I shouldn't have... I’m sorry. I need to get clean.” He wriggles out of Erwin’s lap, head turned away, refusing to look him in the eyes. He feels his cheeks burning up with shame and embarrassment.
“Levi,” pleads Erwin, grabbing his hands.”Talk to me, please.”
“I’m just — I made you all messy. I — I,” Levi can’t even say the words. “I mean, you didn’t — you are still...” he gestures vaguely in the direction of Erwin’s crotch.
“Oh,” simply says Erwin, his eyes widening with understanding. “Levi,” he continues vehemently, “watching you come like that was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my life. I wanted to give you this. I wanted you to enjoy it, to enjoy yourself. It was never about me. Please…”
“You did?” whispers Levi.
“More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life,” assures Erwin, and he’s looking at Levi with such tenderness in his eyes that Levi feels his heart melt into his chest.
“Fuck, I’m not good at this, Erwin,” Levi murmurs. “I’ve — I’ve never done it before,” he admits, crushing his eyes shut so tight that a tear slides down his cheeks. It’s too much, he thinks; he’s not used to so many emotions in one night. It’s just — too much.
“Then let me show you. Let me take care of you. Please, Levi. Just let me.”
Erwin cups Levi’s face with both hands and gently kisses the tears from his face, one by one.
“You are so beautiful.” He kisses Levi’s eyelids softly. “You are so strong.” Another kiss, on his forehead. “You have no idea what you mean to me.” The tip of his nose, his jaw, on both sides. “My Captain.” He stops with his lips just over Levi’s own. “My darling.” He finally kisses his mouth, reverently.
It’s nothing like the kisses they shared before. Those had been rough, and hasty, and passionate. This time, there is no rush, no desperation. This is soft, tender. Gentle and unhurried. Levi has never been kissed like that. Erwin kisses him again, and his hands are shaking a little against his cheeks. He guides Levi to lie down on the couch, drinking kisses from his mouth, swallowing his moans. He sinks onto his knees, settling himself between Levi’s legs. He raises a hand and brings it to the waistband of Levi’s pants, then pauses.
“Can I?”
Levi hesitates. He’s not clean; he’s covered in his own cum; he can feel it cooling down in his underwear.
“Do you trust me, Levi?” Erwin pants. “I — I’ll make you feel good, I swear. Will you let me?”
Does he trust him?
Fuck, there was never someone on earth that Levi trusted more than Erwin Smith. There was never someone Levi had allowed to touch him like this. There was never someone in front of whom Levi had allowed himself to be that vulnerable and naked — in every way possible. It makes sense, he thinks. It was always gonna be Erwin. He trusts him, and he has already given himself to him unconditionally, mind, body, and soul.
“Yes,” Levi replies. Then, lower. “Please.”
Erwin lets out a choked noise from the back of his throat at the words and pulls down Levi’s pants and underwear in one swift motion.
Then, he licks a long stripe on the underside of Levi’s softened cock, and Levi’s mind turns blank.
Erwin continues licking him, with long strokes of warm tongue, across the head of his cock, on the soft skin of his inner thighs, along his perineum. He’s — he’s cleaning him, realises Levi, in shock. With his tongue. He feels his face burning up at the implication. The filthiness, the sinfulness of the situation — and the sheer lust it makes him feel. He must be mad, but he’s enjoying it, oh, how he wants it.
The heat of Erwin’s mouth causes Levi’s cock to grow hard again — embarrassingly quickly. Levi can’t help the wave of pleasure rolling upon him as Erwin licks at the slit of his cock, almost teasing. He throws his head back into the couch, closing his eyes and laying his arm across his face, biting into the flesh to prevent himself from making too much noise.
“Don’t.” Erwin lifts up his face from Levi’s groin. His cheeks are flushed, his lips red and swollen, his pupils wide and dark. “I want to hear you,” he adds, and his voice is so deep it makes Levi’s cock twitch in response.
Levi lets out a high-pitched moan as Erwin takes the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on Levi’s face. Never breaking eye contact, he sinks his mouth along his shaft, going lower and lower until his nose is touching the hair at the base of Levi’s cock. He looks — sinful, but oh, so beautiful, with his swollen lips wrapped around his cock.
“Fuck, Erwin, fuck,” cries out Levi, hips jerking slightly forward at the sensation, curling his hands into tight fists, resisting the urge to grab at Erwin’s hair.
Erwin hums lightly against his cock in response, and the vibrations combined with the heat of his mouth and the movement of his tongue are almost enough to push Levi across the edge. He inhales deeply, trying to ground himself and not come too soon for the second time tonight. He wants this to last as long as possible, but it’s getting more and more difficult for him to focus as Erwin keeps pulling back before sinking almost all the way down again, hollowing his cheeks.
Erwin lets go of Levi’s cock with a wet popping sound, and Levi almost whines at the loss until Erwin grabs him by the waist, pulling slightly forward until Levi’s hips are almost at the edge of the couch and his legs are resting on Erwin’s shoulders.
Erwin’s hands spread his ass cheeks, and suddenly there’s a hot wetness against his hole. There’s a small part of his brain that registers that Erwin’s mouth is on his asshole, and he should feel disgusted by it. But by then, Erwin’s tongue is licking softly at the sensitive skin, and Levi sees stars, melting away in a puddle of whines and moans and an endless stream of “Fuck, yes, Erwin, fuck, oh God, don’t stop, please, Erwin, God, oh fuck.”
Soon, too soon, Erwin is pulling back again, letting go of his legs.
“Was this okay?” he asks.
“Erwin, if you stop now I will kill you, I swear to God,” is Levi's response.
Erwin chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What do you want, Levi?”
Everything, Levi thinks. All of you.
“I — I want... I don’t know, I —” he answers incoherently, still trying to come back from the lingering feeling of Erwin’s mouth between his legs.
“Tell me… please,” requests Erwin. There’s a faint smile dancing across his lips.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you,” Levi accuses him, straightening on the couch.
Erwin’s eyes glisten, and he leans up to lay a long kiss on Levi’s mouth, his tongue brushing against his own. “I am enjoying this very much.”
Levi can taste himself in Erwin's mouth, bitter and salty, combined with the minty freshness of Erwin’s breath, and as unsettling a feeling as that may be, he finds that it’s also incredibly arousing. He deepens the kiss, tilting his head back, wanting to feel more, to taste more, and Erwin responds by pulling Levi closer by the waist until their chests are touching.
Erwin is still kneeling before Levi, and he’s almost as tall as him even in this position. That man really is a fucking giant. Levi hooks his legs around his waist and slides his arms around his neck. He can feel Erwin’s impressive erection, still clothed, brushing against his naked and over-sensitive cock. Levi wonders what it would feel like inside of him. It reminds him that Erwin still hasn’t come yet. He made Levi orgasm once, almost twice, all the while neglecting his own pleasure. And Levi wants to see what Erwin looks like when he gives in to pleasure and lust. And above all, he really wants to find out what Commander Erwin Smith looks like when he comes.
Levi breaks the kiss for a second, letting his lips ghost over Erwin’s ear, and his hand slide across the strong muscles of Erwin’s torso, all the way down to his crotch. He wraps his fingers around the hard shape of Erwin’s cock and starts stroking through his pants.
“I want you to fuck me, Erwin.”
Erwin lets out a half-strangled grunt from the back of his throat before capturing Levi’s lips in another hard kiss.
“Gladly,” he responds. He hooks his hands beneath Levi’s thighs, still wrapped around his waist, and stands up in one fluid motion.
Shit, that’s hot , Levi thinks. He knows he’s short, but he’s muscular, and he weighs more than he looks. Yet, Erwin lifted him as easily as if he weighed nothing. It sends heat pooling down his gut, being supported by nothing but Erwin’s robust and powerful arms. He tightens his legs around Erwin’s waist, gripping at his shoulders for balance.
Erwin crosses the room in a few long strides, still carrying Levi, who has resumed licking and biting at his mouth. His heart is beating hard in his chest, but he can feel Erwin’s heart beating almost as loud — and the thought sends a warm wave of fondness surging inside his chest.
Erwin lays Levi gently across the bed, and it smells so much like Erwin that Levi feels drunk for a moment. Erwin crawls on top of Levi, settling himself between his legs, hips flushed against his own, hands braced on both sides of his head. He’s looking straight into his eyes, and Levi feels his breath hitch and a flush creep up his cheeks. The Commander is still fully dressed, whereas Levi is entirely naked, which in Levi’s mind seems hardly fair. He’s starting to feel nervous, agitated. The confidence he was feeling just a moment ago is slowly fading away from him, as he realises he has no idea what to do now. He just wants Erwin to touch him again; he wants to feel him, skin on skin, he — he craves it.
Erwin is smiling at him, softly, so softly. The heat in his eyes has been replaced by warmth and gentleness. He takes one of Levi’s hands in his and lays a light kiss on his palm ardently.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, with some concern in his eyes.
“Erwin, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” Levi responds, his voice breaking a little at the end. “Please, I want to feel you. All of you.”
“Oh, Levi…” sighs Erwin, closing his eyes. “I want to feel all of you too.”
And Erwin stands up, undressing quickly, and grabbing a bottle of oil on the bedside table. It’s only half-full, and Levi wonders when the Commander used it. He’s almost certain that it hasn’t been used with someone else, so maybe he used it on himself — he suddenly has a vision of Erwin laying on his back, touching himself, stroking his cock while his fingers plunge deeply into his own hole, moaning Levi’s name. And oh, he feels almost ashamed at the thought, and there’s a bolt of fire lightning up in his gut. His cock is hard, so hard, strained and leaking pre-come all over his stomach.
Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, Levi rolls onto his belly, burying his head in his arms. He feels the bed dip next to him, and then there’s a hand brushing softly across his back, causing the muscles to quiver. Erwin leans down to kiss him between the shoulder blades, and Levi whines. He senses a trail of burning kisses being laid all across his back, all the way down to his ass. Erwin gently spreads his legs apart, agonisingly slowly, and slides a pillow under Levi’s hips, elevating them slightly. Hands flexing over Levi’s thigh, he presses a fingertip at his entrance, drawing out another strangled moan from Levi. He pushes against the tight ring of muscle, one knuckle entering him, causing Levi to involuntarily clench around it.
“Goddamn, Levi. You’re so tight,” marvels Erwin.
It feels so — foreign, having something in there, but it feels so good at the same time because it’s Erwin, Erwin’s thick finger, which is now moving back and forth inside of him, twisting in and out. He can hear himself moan, his hands grasping desperately at the sheets.
After a while, he feels a second finger pressing against his hole, joining the first one, and he spreads his legs even wider at the touch, rubbing his dick against the mattress, desperate for some much-needed friction. Erwin crooks his fingers, sending a jolt of heat coursing through Levi’s body. He’s a whimpering mess, letting out broken and breathy cries as his toes curl and he buries his head in the pillow.
Erwin keeps his pace steady for a while, adding another finger at some point, and by then, Levi has effectively lost his mind and is rutting desperately into the mattress while Erwin fucks him with his fingers. Erwin should stop because otherwise he’s going to come again, on the sheets, and he feels so stretched, so full, but he wants more .
“Erwin, Erwin, you have to stop,” pleads Levi, “please, I — I need you, I need you now.”
Levi rolls over on his back and stops for an instant at the sight of Erwin: gloriously naked, cheeks flushed, and his hard cock throbbing between his legs. He doesn’t know which one of them moves first, but then they’re kissing again, desperately, greedily, licking at each other’s mouth. One of Erwin’s hands is cupping his face while the other is gripping so hard at his hip he’s sure he’s gonna leave marks. Levi launches himself at his neck, sucking deep marks onto the skin, claiming Erwin, marking him. Erwin grunts and pushes down onto Levi’s body until he’s laying on the bed again.
“Erwin,” gasps Levi, looking straight into his eyes, “Take me. Please.”
And that's all it takes for Erwin to take a deep, unsteady breath, reaching out again for the bottle of oil to generously slick himself up before grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it gently at Levi’s entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asks in a strained voice.
And Levi can only nod eagerly.
Erwin starts pushing, and at first, the pressure is slightly uncomfortable, but soon, Levi starts to relax, letting Erwin sink into him, slowly, inch by inch, until they’re both gasping for breath, sweat covering their foreheads, eyes locked to each other.
It’s almost too much, he thinks, it’s too much, and it’s not enough, he feels so full , spread apart by Erwin’s cock, and he can feel it throbbing inside of him, and he could never have imagined, in all his life, that he could ever feel like this, heat twisting up between his legs. His heart is beating so fast he fears it might jump out of his chest. There’s a bubbling feeling in his stomach, and he wants to cry, or laugh, or maybe both at the same time, because it’s Erwin, his Erwin, and he’s inside of him, and it feels good, it feels so good, fuck, how can it feel so good?
He opens his eyes — when did he close them? — and meets Erwin’s own, and Erwin is staring at him, brows pinched and mouth open, and there’s a few strands of hair on his forehead, messy with sweat, and God, he’s so beautiful like this.
Levi raises his head slightly to reach Erwin’s lips. For a moment, they stay like that, with Erwin buried deeply inside of him, simply kissing, until Levi wraps his legs around Erwin’s waist, angling his hips forward, wordlessly encouraging him to start moving.
Erwin thrusts into him once, long and hard, and Levi throws his head against the pillow, arching his back, toes curling. It’s — intimate, he thinks, unnerving, to feel someone that deep inside of you. He digs his heels into Erwin’s back, urging him to continue as his hands are splayed across his back, bringing him even closer to him.
“Levi... darling,” moans Erwin, and he sounds so moved, so overwhelmed, that Levi feels every fibre of his body scream for Erwin’s contact, his warmth, his skin against his. He never wants it to stop; he could stay his whole life like this, their two bodies locked together, breathing into each other’s mouth.
Erwin is rocking into him now, almost pulling out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside Levi before plunging again, drawing broken cries from Levi with each thrust of his hips, who has laid his hands above his head, clenching the sheets. Erwin removes one of his hands from where it was resting on Levi’s hip and moves it to thread his fingers with Levi’s own, next to his head.
Levi feels heat pooling deep inside his core, pressure building up inside on him, so he uses his other hand to stroke himself, following the rhythm of Erwin’s thrusts. He faintly registers tears sliding down his cheeks because it’s too much, it’s simply too much, he feels like he’s gonna splinter —
“Erwin, I — I’m gonna, I’m gonna come, Erwin,” he pants loudly.
And Erwin kisses him one last time, and then Levi is screaming, his cock painting white ropes all over his stomach and chest, gripping Erwin’s hand tightly, nails digging into the skin, his Commander’s name on his lips.
He feels Erwin thrust a few more times, jerking his hips erratically until he’s coming too, with a grunt, burying his face into the crook of Levi’s neck, shaking heavily.
Afterwards, they lay quietly together, limbs tangled, trying to catch their breath. Erwin gets up at some point, only to come back a minute later with a wet cloth. He gently cleans Levi up again, wiping the cum on his stomach, on his cock, even his own cum that’s dripping from his hole, before settling back behind Levi, wrapping one arm around him, holding him close.
“Stay with me, darling,” he whispers in his ear.
Levi turns around to face him.
He brushes his fingertips against his cheeks, letting them wander across the shape of his Commander’s face as if trying to memorise it with his fingers. His lips, soft and full, that kissed him with such passion and tenderness earlier. His nose, sharp and regal. His cheekbones, his ears, his forehead, on which there’s still some wild strands of hair. His eyebrows, thick and a bit messy now. His eyes, long lashes and soft gaze, with some light wrinkles from the smile he can’t repress. His jaw, strong and square. His neck, on which bite marks are starting to blossom. It makes Levi blush a little but also makes his heart swell with pride, and something else, when he remembers he’s the one who put them here.
Finally, he lays a hand on his Commander’s chest, right on top of his heart, beating strong and steady, pulsating in his palm.
“Always,” answers Levi, closing his eyes.