With an animal ferocity, he yanked Erwin down by his shirt, no doubt giving it even more wrinkles than it already had, and growled with pure base instinct. But the sound was only half formed, because he'd already erased the last remaining space between them and slammed his mouth against that forever lusted after man's lips with enough force to knock them both backward. But Erwin wasn't waylaid long, in fact, his unbalance didn't even last long enough for Levi to move his mouth. Erwin, words and restraint completely forgotten, seized hold of Levi's face with both his hands and kissed him with the sort of ferocious intent that only came to the starved. Those hands were iron clamps on his face, holding Levi there, preventing him from leaving. But Levi had no desire to leave. He had already, in that single moment, decided that he wouldn't leave those glorious lips until he died. He hissed loudly and furiously into the man's mouth as he slid his mouth open and kissed Erwin deeper, forcing their lips to move and giving Erwin all the invitation he needed.
The commander didn't waste a second. He tugged his hands out of Levi's hair, and the short captain moaned at the separation, but it didn't last long. Erwin's hands grabbed his back tightly, digging his fingers into the flesh there beneath the shirt, but then he was sliding his hands over onto Levi's shoulders, and then down his arms until both hands held his wrists.
The hands burned where they touched, but nothing could have been hotter than Erwin's mouth, because that was like scorching metal, white hot against him. Erwin's lips were furious, punishing, and Levi needed it—needed it even stronger, in fact, because he couldn't hold tight enough, couldn't kiss him hard or deeply enough. Levi's teeth dragged across Erwin's lips, scraping and bruising them and tearing at layers of thin delicate skin. He didn't want to hurt Erwin, but not kissing him would have hurt them both more, and so Levi didn't stop, even as Erwin shoved him back until his back rammed into the closet door. Levi roared his approval as his wrists were slammed over his head in a similar fashion, and his head shoved back from the force of Erwin's mouth. Because Erwin wasn't any gentler than him. The man's tongue thrust itself deep into Levi's mouth, and that was the greatest miracle he'd ever experienced because it was so damn wet and hot with their lips and breathe and spit intermingling. It should have grossed him out. There were germs and cooties and who the fuck knew what else, but none of it was dirty. It was fantastic. It was beyond fantastic. It was stupidly beyond the limits of Levi's vocabulary and Levi didn't give a shit about describing it because he was in ecstasy. There was nothing else that mattered now but the wall of muscle and need pushing against his body. His own tongue pushed into Erwin's mouth, and he moaned at the newness and perfection of that orifice. He, of course, set to memorizing it at once, but there was too much to remember, too much that he was feeling right now, and Levi was drowning in it, and it was so hard to move in any kind of coordinated fashion because every part of him was burning, making everything hard to distinguish. He couldn't tell where his body ended and Erwin's began. But that didn't matter, because who needed separation? Definitely not Levi. He bucked his hips up in an attempt to meet Erwin's, because of course the moment Erwin had snagged his face and kissed him back, Levi had become harder than the exam given to the chief engineers after rigorous years of training. But his desperation was making him clumsy, and his aim was shot. Erwin wasn't making things easier of course because he had Levi's wrists in a hold so tight Levi was pretty sure his heart had given up trying to get blood to circulate to his hands. But someone could amputate them both for all he cared, just as long as no one took away this man's lips from him for the next eternity.
Though Levi did want his hands. He wanted to use them to yank at Erwin's body, to grab the man's hips and tug them down on his own. Erwin was too tall. None of the right parts lined up, and Levi had never regretted his height more, because he wanted so damn much. But Erwin was pressing up against him now, and, feeling something hot, hard, and ginormous against his torso, Levi's breath stuttered out in a series of peppered gasps. Because he'd been so overcome with how much he wanted Erwin that he hadn't stopped to think about whether Erwin wanted him as well. He hadn't wondered why Erwin had kissed him, or why he'd shoved him up against the closet. He hadn't thought at all. But now this throbbing poker against his stomach forced him to think, because despite it's currently clothed status, it was still the hottest damn thing Levi had ever experienced.
His hands had finally found Erwin's hair, and the way he was tugging at it made his enthusiasm for the golden stuff very clear. Erwin was just as preoccupied with Levi's mouth as the short captain was with his. But it wasn't just the commander's mouth or hands that were busy. Erwin pushed up with his hips and ground down on Levi, eliciting a moan from Levi that would no doubt embarrass the man endlessly later when he had calmed down. But right now all Levi could do was push back and give as much as he took, needing to feel more of Erwin and that body he'd kept at a distance from himself for so long. How he'd resisted the man for so long, he'd never know. But now it seemed that all his efforts had been wasted. Because Erwin loved him too. Had been interested in him already for very many years. And yet he had never said anything of it to Levi. Never. Well, not until the alcohol had changed that several weeks ago. And that made him furious—almost as angry as he was horny (and that was a huge goddamn amount.)
Levi let out a throaty groan as Erwin grabbed hold of a handful of his ass, and squeezed.
That should be illegal. His hands should be illegal. His stupid voice should be illegal. Everything of his should be announced as Illegal and then locked away because the world will never be safe as long as he's out in it, and OH GOD that feels so fucking good I'm going to-SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
"Erwin!" Levi cried, cracking his head back against the closet door, the pain of the motion not even registering because he was too damn distracted. There was no way he wouldn't be. Erwin had his hand on a particularly sensitive piece of his anatomy after all.
Levi bucked up instinctively and hissed when Erwin rewarded him with even more friction. The larger man had slid his hand down between Levi's legs and was rubbing along his length in a very purposeful manner. It was almost as if he was trying to get Levi to lose it faster than any other of the male species had before. And he was going to succeed, Levi realized, because he was already so close to the edge. It wasn't fair that one man could have this much power over him. it didn't seem right that a few well-placed touches could have the captain writhing beneath him and calling out his name in short breathless moans. He wanted to kill the man for making him this way, for making him a total and utter moron when it came to the blonde commander. But he also wanted to grab hold of him in a death grip and never let go. Because, god, Erwin was so damn important and it was so stupidly clear to him and shit—Erwin was speaking to him, murmuring words that Levi couldn't help but take in, even in his current state.
"Love you Levi, love you so much, always have. So beautiful. The most precious being I've ever seen. I adore you. I revere you. Hell, I'd fucking worship you if I was a god fearing man. Levi. My Levi. My gorgeous treasure. My life. My everything."
A cry that was nowhere near human escaped Levi's mouth, and he clapped his hand over it, refusing to let out another of the same kind. Because that cry had been pure emotion. His ragged overwhelming feelings had produced it, but it was Erwin's words that had drawn it out. He was the only one who could have ever pulled a sound like that out of him. Was the only one Levi would have allowed to hear it. Because it was so vulnerable. But Erwin was still the most perceptive when it came to Levi's feelings. And now he knew. And the knowledge wasn't light or simple, or even entirely healthy. And Erwin sank down under the knowledge, letting out a low groan as he pulled Levi's head onto his shoulder.
But no. Levi couldn't just lose it like this. Not without a fight. Because this was a fight to him. A challenge. Because if Erwin's words were true, and after so many years of implicit trust, Levi had no reason to doubt that they weren't, then that meant Erwin wanted this at least half as much as Levi himself did. And if that was the case, then Erwin was definitely experiencing a mega attack of the ultimate horny variety.
Levi was used to being Humanity's best at a lot of things. Humanity's strongest. Humanity's shortest. Humanity's snarkiest. And, according to Hanji these past few weeks, Humanity's angstiest. So it really would have been no surprise to anyone to find out that Levi also wanted to be Humanity's most sexually satisfying, notwithstanding his total lack of experience in the area. And that meant he had to give Erwin more pleasure than the man gave him. This was pretty daunting to Levi, as he wasn't sure greater pleasure than that was possible considering that any more pleasure would cause Levi to blow his load. However, he'd overcome a lot of great obstacles in his time and faced a lot of challenges before. Levi felt his brows furrow in both concentration and determination. He could do this. But first, he needed to get rid of the ginormous distraction in the room.
With a snarl, Levi reached down and batted away Erwin's hand from its mission to obtain Humanity's shortest sexual experience. The sharp smack caused Erwin to jump slightly. "Levi, what—"
Levi shoved at Erwin's chest and let out another growl, "Get off, it's my turn.""
Did I do something wrong?" Erwin's forehead crumpled as confusion and worry became the dominant emotions on his face. "Wait—did I hurt you? Show me where. I'm sorry, I'm finding it so hard to reign myself in. I'm stupidly overwhelmed right now, I—"
"God, you sound like my dead grandma, just shut up and get off me already."
Erwin immediately began to retract his arms, but the confusion remained, and maybe it was because of his bewilderment that Levi found it almost easy to shove the man backward in an effort to push him back across the room, or maybe his strength had increased under the influence of a dramatic surge in arousal. Whatever it was, it was successful, because Levi was able to push Erwin off of him and all the way to the large bed in the center of the room. When the back of Erwin's knees hit the edge, Levi kept pushing, causing Erwin to keel over backwards with Levi quickly following suit. The short captain landed sprawled out atop the commander, his hands clutching the man's strong chest, pressing him down as he lifted his torso.
"Levi-"
"Shut up and let me make you feel good," Levi said gruffly, scrambling to sit up, and straddling Erwin's hips as he did so. But Erwin was far from compliant. Instead of laying back like a good commander, he struggled to sit up as well. Levi wouldn't even pretend to be upset at that. Once again the gorgeous man's chest was pressed to his, and all was right with the world. But it did interfere with his plans. However, before he could voice this aloud, Erwin wrapped his hands tightly around Levi, tugged him as close as anatomically possible, and hugged him with everything he had. The hold was so full of pure clear love that Levi was left breathless from it. It was already a familiar hold. He'd felt the same emotions from Erwin last night when the man had held him, only Levi hadn't been smart enough to put a label to those emotions then-or maybe he had just been afraid to do so. Whatever the case, he was definitely labeling them now.
"Silly Levi," Erwin whispered, burying his head in the smaller man's neck, "You don't have to do anything special to make me feel good. As long as I have you like this," and in saying so, he gave Levi an extra squeeze, "Then I will know no greater feeling in the world. You're my happiness Levi."
"What bullshit," Levi grumbled, but a bright blush appeared across his cheeks regardless, and he buried his face in Erwin's chest to hide it.
Erwin rested one large warm hand atop Levi's head, and began to stroke his hair in a slightly out of rhythm way. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."
"That's not saying much, you know," Levi replied grumpily, though inside his insides were thrumming with happiness, "The world we live in is pretty crappy." Though he didn't feel very crappy right about now. Levi realized that he would have been thrilled to just stay in that position, in the safety of Erwin's arms, forever. However, his body had other plans. Levi felt sharp tendrils of pleasure race through him, and he realized it was because he'd unconsciously started rocking against Erwin's hips. Seated as he was on Erwin's lap, they were now nearly the same height. It was a very good position, and they both realized it.
Erwin let out a low groan that rumbled through his chest, and Levi felt every vibration of it against his own chest. He was beginning to breathe raggedly again.
Erwin reached down and grabbed tight hold of Levi's hips, holding them securely, and grinding them down on his own. Levi saw bright spots of light flash in his field of vision. He was pretty sure his body hadn't been built to withstand this level of pleasure, but like usual he wasn't going to listen to the limits his body supposedly asked of him. He wasn't about to give up this feeling for anything.
Levi grabbed hold of Erwin's shoulder to steady himself, and then added the strength of his own hips, rolling them as Erwin bucked up to meet him with every motion. The large commander was whispering small encouragements to him as well. "Yes, like that, god that's perfect Levi, I-ugh-want you. Want you so bad."
Levi would never, not for as long as he lived, admit to anyone the level of effect Erwin's voice had on his body. He wouldn't even admit it to himself. That's why he seized a handful of Erwin's hair and rammed his mouth back down on his gorgeous superior officer's.
Erwin reacted enthusiastically, kissing Levi like all of humanity depended on it. He was an enormously talented man. He was somehow managing to have his hands on every part of Levi at once-clutching his hair, back, and hips as if he'd grown extra hands. Levi had no idea how he was doing it, and yet still wished for more. He himself was finding it very difficult to hold as much as he wanted. He was using his hands to tug at Erwin's shirt, wanting it off. His need to experience Erwin flesh to flesh was suddenly so overwhelming he couldn't get his hands to work, his fingers slipping on the buttons on every attempt.
His frustrated cry flooded Erwin's mouth, causing the larger man to shudder, and kiss him even harder. Levi's back was arching backwards with the strength of Erwin's passion. If the man kissed him any harder, Levi's spine was going to snap in half. Not that he cared. The safety of his body had never seemed less important to him than it did at that moment.
Erwin's hands were getting desperate and clumsy too. "Can't anymore," he gasped, pushing Levi's shirt up and plastering his burning hot palms all over the skin of Levi's back, "Need you too much."
"Well then what the fuck are you waiting for?" Levi snapped, his own uncontrollable want making him beyond impatient.
Erwin hissed as he slipped his fingers beneath the band of Levi's underwear, feeling the tight perfect skin there. "You would...you would let me. Here, you would-"
"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" Levi growled, grinding down on Erwin's hips particularly viciously, "Just get the hell on with it, old man, before I die of old age." And with that, he reached back and shoved Erwin's hand farther down, so that now the larger man had a complete handful of Humanity's tightest ass. And that, it seemed, proved to be his breaking point.
With a roar, Erwin lifted Levi fully off of him and threw him down onto the bed. After bouncing once, Levi scrambled to roll over, desperate to know why the hell Erwin would ever think it allowable to stop touching him for even a moment. But when he did get an eyeful of Erwin, he found his answer. He felt his eyes glaze over with lust as he watched Erwin attack his belt, yanking the leather strap from his waist with so much force that it snapped sharply through the air before Erwin flung it clear across the room, the metal buckle clanging loudly as it hit the wall.
The second it left his hand, Erwin reached down and wrenched Levi toward the edge of the bed by his ankles. "No more waiting," he growled.
A full body shudder passed through Levi. He'd known Erwin was capable of anything. Had seen the man borderline brutal on some of their expeditions. But he'd never thought he'd see Erwin snap like this-like he'd lost total control.
Erwin reached down and effectively removed Levi's shirt by taking hold of two handfuls, and yanking outward. There were several small pops as Buttons pinged off in every direction and a loud tearing sound as the shirt material split beneath Erwin's fingers. With a careless motion, Erwin tossed the mangled pieces of shirt aside, and set his hands back to work, digging his fingers beneath the waistband of Levi's underwear, and tugging the garment down to the man's knees in one swift motion. Levi's erection sprang free, and he groaned with relief as the confined feeling disappeared. He couldn't spare any thought for embarrassment. It didn't matter that Erwin was staring down at him with a predatory hunger in his eyes. It didn't matter that he was being more closely analyzed than he'd ever been before. He didn't even flinch as Erwin grabbed hold of his ankles once more, and spread Levi's legs in order to grant himself a view better than he could have ever wished for. All Levi could do was shudder as the waves of fierce want crashed inside of him. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way of this. Not his pride, not his weird clean freak issues. Nothing. He just prayed that he'd be able to remain conscious throughout the whole thing, because already he was feeling dizzy beneath Erwin's intense stare. But he knew he'd never forgive himself if he allowed himself to miss even a moment of this. So he forced his eyes open, staring up at Erwin as his breath shuddered out of him erratically.
"I could weep from this," Erwin told him, voice unsteady as his eyes raked over Levi's naked form, "I will never see anything more beautiful. Not even if I live to be a thousand years old."
"Erwin…" Levi groaned, bucking his hips, and drawing Erwin's eyes to his glistening need, "Erwin please…"
The word slipped out of him before he could consider it, but Levi realized he didn't care. If the supplication got Erwin to take him even a second faster than it would be well worth the embarrassment.
Erwin let out a groan, but pulled Levi a little closer-gentler this time. "I don't...I'm afraid that if I allow myself this...that I'll ruin it. That everything I have with you…"
Levi swung the top half of his body upward and grabbed a hold of Erwin's face. It was an incredible feat of flexibility considering his legs were still being held up in the air, and by the way Erwin's breath huffed out of his chest like he'd been hit by a 15 meter class Titan, it seemed that he was appreciating it rather a lot.
"Stop," Levi said, trying to keep the breathlessness out of his voice.
he kissed Levi, pulling the man's bottom lip into his mouth and gently scraping his teeth across its surface.
Levi whimpered as the tenderness of the kiss increased. Erwin's lips were achingly gentle as they eased Levi's open, and slipped his tongue inside to meet his. Levi gripped Erwin's face tightly as he kissed him, knowing that if he let go he might break apart. He'd been okay with the roughness. Had Erwin ripped off his remained clothes and then pushed right into Levi, he felt like he would have handled that better. He was used to pain and harshness. Could deal it out as well as receive it. But this gentleness...this gentleness would kill him.
"Erwin, I can't…" Levi murmured against the man's lips, "Not like this. Everything hurts this way. I…"
"I love you," Erwin whispered, slipping his hand down from Levi's ankle to fall to his thigh, "I want you to know it. I want you to feel it."
But that was the problem. Levi was feeling it too strongly. He felt Erwin's love like a giant ocean of feeling, and it was affecting him in awful ways. He could feel his eyes prickling with unshed tears-that's how awful it all was.
He didn't want to cry now. He wanted to enjoy this-enjoy Erwin. But he was started to think it would be unavoidable. He was feeling too much… Unless of course he did something to change that. Gave himself something else to focus on.
His hands were still trembling as he pulled them from Erwin's face, but this time when his fingers reached for the buttons on the man's shirt he was able to slip them open. One by one the things came free, and each time they did some more of Erwin's beautiful skin was revealed. It was flawless, just as it always was, but this time it was affecting Levi more than it ever had.
"Old men like you aren't supposed to be this beautiful," he muttered, refusing to look Erwin in the eye, choosing instead to put all his focus into removing the man's clothes.
"Old men aren't supposed to be so damn flexible either, but I don't see that stopping you," Erwin countered, breathing heavier the longer he looked at the way Levi was displayed to him.
"Shut up and fuck me," Levi commanded, using his usual delicate means of expression to get his point across, "Unless of course your advanced years prevent you from getting it up at all."
Erwin's smile was wicked and radiant. "Oh believe me, that issue has never been less of a problem than it is at the moment." And in so saying, he leaned a bit closer and pressed himself against Levi's open thigh. Levi could feel the pulsing of Erwin's arousal even through the material of the man's pants, and he let out a choked out moan as his hands instinctively reached for it. But Erwin stopped him, grabbing his hand and pushing it back above his head as he leaned down over Levi. The man's arms were approximately the length of an entire calendar year, so Erwin had no problem holding Levi's hand there while bringing his head all the way down to Levi's waist. The man's warm breath huffed out over Levi's erection and it was driving the little captain absolutely off the wall bonkers.
"Erwin…" Levi warned, "You better not-"
Levi's words cut off with a strangled cry as Erwin took him into his mouth, swallowing the length down as if he'd been doing that in all his time rather than leading the survey corps. The sheer talent of Erwin's mouth and tongue would have made Levi weep with heavenly song had he been the singing type. Instead, he chose a method of expression he was more familiar with-witch was mainly cursing like it was an Olympic sport.
"Fucking shit Erwin!" Levi cried, his hands tangling in the man's hair in clear opposition with what his brain was telling them to do, "God fucking dammit, who the shit said you could-oh fuck. They said you had a silver tongue but I never thought they meant-sweet merciful fuck, Erwin, If you don't get the fuck off of me this instant I'm going to-OH GOD YES, right there, shit, shit, shit. Where the fuck did you learn to-no, don't you dare, where the fuck do you think you're-fuuuuuuuuck that's gotta be illegal. You fucking shitfaced piss for brains dickwad, I'm going to-no, god, yes, shit, fuck-Erwin!"
With a slick gasp, Erwin pulled his mouth from Levi. His lips were red and swollen, and, looking at him, Levi couldn't help feeling that the man would blind him with his beauty.
With a groan, Levi's head flopped back onto the mattress. He was so close to the edge, and Erwin must have felt it and pulled away, and Levi wasn't sure how he felt about that.
The insistent part of himself had wanted to grip Erwin hard, and fuck the man's face until he exploded from it (no matter how selfish that sounded.) But the more important part of himself needed all of Erwin. Needed the man to be holding him, to be inside of him. He needed that sense of completion more than anything else right now. Erwin needed to be his. But once again it looked like Erwin was going to torture him some more. Because instead of throwing himself at Levi and attacking him with all the ferocity he'd stored up inside of himself over the years, he...walked away.
"Where the crap eating fuck do you think you're going?" Levi shouted, trying to keep the panic out of his voice, and failing.
Erwin chuckled, deep and obscene, as he circled the bed to his nightstand and pulled open the top drawer, "Like I'd be able to leave you if I tried…"
He reached into the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of oil, already moving back to Levi's side, leaving the drawer hanging open, forgotten.
"Don't bother," Levi muttered, trying to nonchalantly look at Erwin without staring too strongly at the bottle. It was so small, but it signified so much. It meant that it was going to happen-what Levi's mind had consumed itself with for seemingly forever already. There would be no need for the small bottle otherwise. Levi found himself needing to remind himself to breath. "I've tried a thousand times already. It doesn't work."
Erwin cackled again, but this time he brought the bottle to his lips as he did so. Casually, as if he did it every day, he ripped off the cap with his teeth. Levi found himself shuddering at the inherently powerful gesture. If there was only one certain thing in this world, it was that Erwin was the hottest fucking thing ever to grace this desolated planet. "Believe me, I know," Erwin agreed, nudging Levi toward the center of the bed, and then climbing atop to join him, "I've tried far many more times than that, and yet after which attempt, my body always finds yours, and then it's more sure than ever that that's where it belongs."
Levi sat up and pushed Erwin's shirt off of his shoulders (he'd managed to undo all the buttons after all) and the anticipation of the action was like opening a present-an amazing present. A naked present that had gorgeous abs and a killer smile and the smoothest voice to ever reach human comprehension.
"You're such a sap," Levi muttered, smoothing his hands down Erwin's muscular arms. They were like tree trunks, except they were so smooth they'd never be mistaken as such. If Levi weren't so busy admiring them he would have been frothing with jealousy.
"Yes, but I'm your sap," Erwin answered, as if this was an important point. And Levi supposed it was. Especially if the hammering of his heart was anything to go by.
What Levi was tempted to say was Damn it, I'm your sap too, I never think of dumb shit around anyone else, but somehow whenever I'm around you, flowers and sparkles seem to hover everywhere. And I think all these stupid weak thoughts. Like how much I just want to take your hand in mine, and how I want to trace over every inch of your with my fingertips, just memorizing you that way. When I'm with you dirt seems to lose its power over me and I can imagine rolling around in the mud as long as it's with you. I want to stop running, stop searching, because I've found everything I want in you and everything else seems excessive. I want to spend the rest of my time in this world on just you. You're more than enough to take up that time. There's so much I want to say to you, so much of my life and memories I haven't shared with anyone else. Even the things I want to forget I want to share with you just so that the picture you have of me is complete. Because I want you to see me. I want to be your whole view. I'm selfish and crude and hopelessly fail to stand out beside you, but I'll still chase you, will still go after you, because no matter what happens, or how I change, you'll still be all I want in this world.
And Levi did say this, just not using these words. He was very bad at using conventional methods of expression, but Erwin understood that of course. So when Levi gruffly barked out, "Hurry up and take off the rest of your clothes, dammit," Erwin Colored as if Levi had just showered him with the deepest, most poetic love confession ever uttered.
Levi attacked the leather straps of Erwin's uniform with a ferocity that was meant to cover up his burning cheeks. It didn't work. Both he and Erwin were terrifically aware of the dangerously sappy thoughts in his mind, and no amount of naked Erwin flesh was going to change that. But that didn't mean Levi wasn't appreciative of the unwrapping of his commander. On the contrary, he couldn't remember any time in history when he'd been more excited. So excited was he, that when he finally undid a buckle that had the rest of the straps collapsing down Erwin's hips, he muttered the word "Jackpot!' under his breath.
Erwin tried hard not to kill himself laughing, but he always found control difficult around Levi. And now, when his heart was full of the man, and the consequent happiness that brought him, he lost entirely to the urge.
His laugh, when it rumbled out of him was completely free from bitterness. It was whole, and Levi realized that the sound had the possibly to heal his many and varied wounds. He drew strength from the sound, knowing that he was the one who'd inspired it (no matter what the means) and used that strength to continue his important work. His goal of course was to make Erwin as naked as the day he was born.
The next victim of his attack were Erwin's atrociously tight pants-pants that seemed to have gotten even tighter with Erwin's arousal. And seeing that, Levi couldn't remember a different pair of ridiculously tight pants.
"Now you can see how difficult it is," Erwin commented, half laugh and half groan as Levi attempted to unbutton his fly, "These damn erections make everything impossible. Maybe we should have considered that before we began exclusively wearing pants to cover our nakedness."
Maybe, if Erwin hadn't completely ruined his ability to reason, Levi would have put two and two together. Maybe if he hadn't been quite as horny as he was, he would have remembered the approximate length of the burning heat Erwin had pressed against him. Maybe if Levi hadn't been crazed for quite this long he would have mentally prepared himself for the shock that now faced him. But he was reasonless, hornier than his body could handle, and had been pushed over the edge with his crazed need, so that when he looked down at Erwin in his complete nakedness, he was totally and utterly unprepared.
"What. The everliving fuck. Is this?" Levi roared, staring down at the weeping, pulsing pole that the most senior members of the army had lovingly dubbed "the mighty scouting staff."
Erwin, who had been fully occupied with his choking fit, twisted his head down to take in the snarling, and clearly enraged member of his corps. "Levi, are you—"
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Levi shrieked, losing complete control of his voice for what had to be the first time in years.
"Levi, what is it? Was it something I—"
"How the shitting fuck did you ever expect to get this monstrous fucking salami into my ridiculously puny body you clearly delusional, hopelessly crappy, motherfucking shit excuse for the bearer of those eyebrows!"
There was only one possible reality that could have ever convinced Levi to admit to his midget status, and it was staring him shamelessly in the face.
And it was huge. Levi hadn't even been aware that those things came in that size. He stared down at it, completely disbelieving. Not sure if he should be legitimately terrified, or in awe of it.
When he finally managed to tear his eyes from the blinding sight, he glared up at Erwin with all the anger and betrayal in the world. "I thought you said Titans didn't have genitals!" he shouted accusingly.
Even had Erwin been in full capacity of his wits at that moment, he wouldn't have been able to come up with a legitimate answer to that one.
"I-I mean-they don't-so-"
"Don't you fucking lie to me you ass for brains pumpkin fister! Were you just going to ram that foot long meat stick up into me without so much as a warning?"
"Don't exaggerate Levi, it can't be any more than 10 inches."
"Fuck you!" Levi shouted, finding himself pushing backward instinctively, "That thing should come with a choking hazard label on it!"
"Levi, it's okay-"
"No! It's NOT! Who the fuck thought arming you with that thing was a good idea? Shit, Erwin, no wonder you're so damn built, needing to drag that thing around all day. It's a good thing you're so damn tall or people would probably be stepping on it right and left-"
"Levi!" Erwin's voice rang out through the room, cutting through Levi's ranting that had distinctly entered the full-blown-panic arena.
Levi stopped shouting abruptly and snapped his mouth closed.
Erwin looked at the man's unexpected complacency, and couldn't help but crack a smile, he reached out, closing the distance that had appeared between the two of them, and rested his fingers against Levi's cheek. "It's okay," he said again, though his voice was swollen with gentleness now, "We don't have to do anything, i swear. You're already perfect the way you are-this, what we have now, is perfect. I don't need anymore. I don't even want anything more if you're not comfortable with it. I never expected that you'd give this much of your heart to me. I've already been blessed with so much… So don't you worry about doing anything. I can get dressed and-"
Levi lunged forward, and snagged tight hold of Erwin's shoulders, his old panic forgotten in the light of his new, even greater panic. "Idiot! If you dare put on any clothes now you will not leave this room alive!"
Erwin looked at Levi with craploads of confusion exploding across his face. Levi felt his heart thrum from the way Erwin's eyebrows crumpled together. He was pretty sure he could cream his pants if he just looked at those eyebrows for long enough. Actually, he was pretty damn sure he would lose it if he looked at any bit of Erwin for long enough.
"But...you said…"
"Oh my god, I didn't mean…" Levi smacked himself in the face with one small outraged hand, "Obviously this isn't going to stop anything. The moment you told me you loved me I was going to get you to fuck me no matter what was happening, who was watching, or what you had to say about it. I'm just super fucking pissed off that apparently I'm going to have to forever exchange my ability to walk for this moment." He let out an aggrieved sigh, "I really didn't want to have to give Mike back his title as Humanity's Strongest, but so be it. With dead legs there's no way I'll be able to effectively use the maneuver gear. Mind you, I'll still probably be twice as good as all those useless recruits. Especially that Jaeger brat…Oh well, I suppose I'll hang onto that thought while you're ripping out all my internal organs with that death scythe of yours." Levi glared up at a bewildered Erwin and stabbed him in his gorgeous chest with one accusing finger, "You better realize how damn lucky you are. I'd never cripple myself for anyone else."
And that, it seemed, was more than Erwin could handle.
The next moment he began to shake. And, worried, Levi reached for him, thinking the man hurt or damaged in some way by his words. But then the laugh exploded out of Erwin in a giant wall of sound, and any worry or sympathy Levi might have dredged up for him was instantly transformed to fury.
"What the fuck, Erwin?" he demanded, as the man continued to shake with mirth, "After all these years have you finally lost it?"
Levi waited impatiently for a response, and then he realized that some of the sounds Erwin was making were attempts at communication, so he strained his brain in order to make sense of them.
"You...do you even...Levi who the hell ever taught you...what kind of sex have you been exposed...oh god, Levi, why would you think...shit...i can't...it was mike, wasn't it?... Oh god I'm going to kill him...that ass. I-oh Levi, I'm not going to...your legs, they'll...fine. Your leg's will be-"
Levi couldn't be completely sure of Erwin's entire intention with his words, but he got the gist of it, and realized he was being laughed at. And he hated being laughed at. more than he hated hearing the horse and the brat arguing at 3 am over stupid shit like who touched the others toothbrush. So he took the only self-respecting route open to him-he tackled Erwin to the bed.
"Shut up!" he growled, sliding onto the man's lap and grabbing tight hold of the man's base, "I'm not an idiot. I know what I want."
Well that had an effect. The moment Levi's fingers closed around him, Erwin's laugh cut off in an abrupt gasp. That was more like it.
Levi slid forward a little more until they were both lined up, and then did something he'd fantasized about in his dream only last night. He stretched his fingers to their greatest capacity and wrapped them around both their lengths.
Erwin's resulting moan robbed Levi of his breath. Or maybe it had been the feeling of that pulsing heat against his own that had done it. He wasn't sure. Either way he had no air in his lungs to huff out Erwin's name even though it was on his tongue. He was pretty damn overwhelmed, but he still had just the slightest bit of space in his mind to feel resentment over the fact that Erwin's erection was very noticeably longer than his. The bastard. And it wasn't just his length either. Erwin was huge all around. The reason Levi's fingers were straining was because the man was thicker than Eren's idiot skull. Just the thought of it inside him, ripping him to shreds, utterly ruining him...aaaand, Levi was drooling again.
His fantasy was interrupted when hot gorgeous heat seized him as Erwin's much larger hand enveloped their twin lengths as well. "Levi…" he groaned, his breath huffing out of him in ragged needy spurts.
Shit… Levi thought, unable to manage anything more eloquent. Because all of his brain was currently consumed with the view in front of him.
Erwin was radiant. Both his chest and cheeks were flushed with his want, and his mouth was slack with the same desire. His heaving breath was making his chest rise and fall with juddering speed and beads of sweat already glistened along the expanse of his muscles. His hair was mussed from Levi's hands, and their tumble on the bed, and his eyes looked almost silver in this lighting with bright fragments of crystal blue. Levi couldn't handle the man's beauty, and it was ridiculously clear to him how out of this man's league he was.
But if Erwin wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, than Levi would try not to either. He had to focus on something now anyway-on making Erwin feel good. He had some ulterior motives here as well. Because it seemed that the more aroused he became, the more the man's beauty shone. And even if he couldn't handle any more, he was still going to look, because damn, Erwin would always be more than he could handle, so he might as well just lose himself in him.
He did realize that if he was going to focus on Erwin he would have to stop distracting himself. But he hadn't yet found a way to do so. He let go of their lengths and then slid forward even more. Now he was sitting on Erwin's stomach (and what a glorious stomach it was) with Erwin's erection fitted snugly into the crack of his ass. He hadn't planned that setup, but now he was so glad it had happened, because the sound Erwin let out then was animalistic, and glorious, and completely bereft of control.
This was it, he realized, this was an Erwin with every one of his inhibitions stripped away. This was the man in his purest most open form, and Levi had revealed it. And he was so damn proud of himself for that.
He rocked back, lifting his hips so that he could slide Erwin up and down his crack, keeping the man's length as close and snug as possible.
And Erwin was losing it, his hips snapping up to chase Levi's wanting more, wanting his skin, wanting his body, wanting him.
Levi was awed by that fact, and he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to it. Erwin wanted him. There was no way to fake it at this point. Erwin was coming undone, his head thrown back and his jaw clenched tightly in ecstasy. He looked almost tortured. The veins in his neck were standing out and the sounds emanating from him were a mix of gasps, grunts, and moans.
Forget being proud, Levi was going to award himself with every fucking medal in existence. Erwin's current state was easily the crowning achievement of his life. Levi only wished that he could do this better. But it was difficult, because Levi was finding it very hard to work his body in smooth even motions. Because he was losing it too. He felt Erwin's erection burning him like a brand against his skin, but then everything was made ten times worse when Erwin wrapped his hand around Levi's erection and began to pump it.
Now it was Levi's turn to make the noises. Only his, he felt, were a lot more embarrassing. Erwin's were undoubtedly hot. The man was a machine of raw power and his gasps and moans were something to be venerated. But Levi couldn't help but think that his own noises were something to be hidden, covered up and smothered. It was weakness. Vulnerability. But even though it was all embarrassing as shit, he still let his voice out. One, because he doubted he could shut up if he tried. And two, because maybe, as long as it was only in front of Erwin, it was okay.
Levi could feel tight heat curling in his abdomen, and he knew what this signaled. It was tighter, and brighter than usual, but this was the feeling he got before he was about to climax.
And god, how he wanted that. His motions were getting jagged, and his breathing had no pattern to it whatsoever, but his mind was still able to cling to one thought: Erwin was here. This time it would be different. He actually had the man of his literal dreams here in bed with him, and that was so much better than doing this alone. This time, when his climax would come, it would be-
That thought came to a jolting stop when twin hands, like clamps, grabbed hold of his hips and jerked him to a standstill
"Wait," Erwin gasped, "I'm gonna come."
A jolt like lightning raced up Levi's spine. "Me too," he groaned, his hips straining to keep moving, to get just one more step closer, and then he'd be flying over the edge. And he needed it. Needed it more than ever because now he knew he could take Erwin over the edge with him. The thought was a ruinous one. Climaxing together with Erwin...He couldn't think of anything better than that. There couldn't be-
"No," Erwin grunted, using his superior strength to lift Levi up, so that their body's separated, and Erwin's erection fell back down onto his stomach with a muted thump, "Want it to last. Want to be joined with you. I don't care how. If you don't want me inside you, then you can have me. I really don't fucking care, I just need-"
"Of course you're going the fuck inside of me," Levi growled, tiny bits of his reasoning coming back now that the immediate danger of climaxing had receded when Erwin had lifted him away, "That has literally been the only thought in my head for weeks now."
"Only weeks?" Erwin managed, despite the emotion thick in his voice. He had a devastating smile on his face that was full of far too much understanding for Levi's comfort.
And just like that, layers and layers of deeply entrenched denial fell away and the truth-as stupid and annoying as it was-was revealed to Levi.
It hadn't been weeks. Hadn't been months either. They were talking a seriously heavy amount of years here. And, if Levi was taking the time to finally be honest with himself, he'd admit that he'd been intrigued by Erwin since that first day he'd seen him. So yes, if on that first day Erwin had offered his body up to Levi, the little man was not stubborn enough to insist that he would have refused him. It hadn't been his hotness either, which Levi couldn't help but notice right away. It was the way the man had held himself, and the way he'd looked at Levi. With that sharp interest piercing through Levi's growling exterior to determine his possible worth. No one had ever looked at him like that. He had been used to wariness and outright disgust where he was concerned. But Erwin hadn't been like that. Not at all. He'd pushed Levi, forcing him to show him what he was made of. And when Levi had...Erwin had made it clear that he'd liked what he'd seen.
Levi had spent years trying to pretend he didn't notice when Erwin was watching him, because he'd known that had he focused on it, he would have gone crazy. Because he was positive that there was no way he would have been able to see the man clearly as he was, and held out for as long as he had.
So no. Not weeks. Levi had always wanted Erwin. Had felt that want instinctively, as if no matter what circumstances they were in they would have found each other and wanted each other. Were meant to want each other.
And now Levi was far too tired to fight it. Had never really wanted to fight it in the first place. He'd just been afraid. Because he hadn't wanted to lose Erwin-still didn't. And that's what made it so difficult. It was so hard to move, to speak, when everything had so much weight. Had he cared less, he would have acted so much earlier. But because his love for the man ran so deeply, he stood to lose so much more. And that made the world a terrifying place to live in.
But now, for the first time, some of those fears were falling away. Because despite Erwin's knowledge of Levi's feelings, the man wasn't running. He was looking at Levi as if he was something wondrous. And there was still a good amount of surprise on the beautiful man's face, as if he couldn't' believe his luck. That he was amazed Levi was choosing to be there.
And because of that, Levi now found it impossible to look at the man. Because he couldn't bear to disappoint Erwin with what he thought was the truth: that he wasn't something wondrous. That the man was sure to realize he'd been cheated-had wasted his time on a hood rat-and an old one at that.
Erwin noticed. Of course he had. He saw and knew everything when it came to Levi, and though that was embarrassing and scary, it was also a tremendous relief, because it meant that there was one person in this world that Levi could always rely on to know his thoughts, and needs. So when Erwin's arms wrapped tightly around Levi, the small captain let out a sharp cry and buried his face in the man's neck, his own hands grabbing desperately to pull the other closer.
Levi knew he was being selfish, knew he didn't deserve Erwin, but knew he would dig his small and desperate fingers into Erwin for as long as he possibly could, because he wasn't going to give him up for anything.
"I don't have anything to give you," Levi muttered into Erwin's neck, breathing in the man's smell deeply as he did so.
"Well that's funny," Erwin answered, resting his cheek atop Levi's head, "Because I was always of the opinion that you could give me everything I ever wanted in the world."
Levi bit his lip. "Which is what? Ridiculously immaculate sheets?"
"Fuck no," Erwin chuckled, twisting suddenly and throwing Levi down onto the mattress. The motion jarred the small captain, and tore a gasp from him. Within a second, Erwin was on top of him and leaning into his face with a distinctly wicked smile drawn across it, "Quite the opposite, in fact. I wish to soil them terribly—with your help, of course."
Levi blinked, and then he knew he must have flushed horrifically because suddenly all the skin on his face and neck felt like it was on fire. It didn't help that the commander was currently straddling him. Erwin let out yet another laugh. Levi noted that the man seemed to be doing that a lot in the last few minutes.
A little more of Levi became irrepressibly flustered when Erwin leaned down still farther. Levi's erection was trapped between their stomachs, and Erwin was well aware of that fact, it seemed, going by the precise pressure he seemed to be applying to it. One of Erwin's hands came up and pushed Levi's hair off of his face, "Gorgeous," the blonde whispered, lowering his head and brushing his lips across Levi's earlobe.
That shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did. His brain reminded him that his lobe was just a fleshy piece of cartilage. Nothing to get excited over. Certainly not to nearly lose his shit over (which he was currently in the process of doing.)
"Erwin…" Levi gasped. He had meant for it to come out as a warning, but his body seemed intent on making him sound like a blushing maiden.
"Don't worry, I don't want to wait either," Erwin replied, doing the thing where he understood Levi better than he did himself.
Levi scowled, but it didn't last long. It disappeared the moment Erwin hiked Levi's legs over his shoulders.
"Damn, that's a nice view," Erwin whistled, lifting the small bottle of oil up and overturning it over one of his palms.
Wait. Was he seriously holding onto that thing all of this time? Levi quickly rifled over his memories of the last few minutes, but it was hopeless. He'd been far too distracted to keep track of the little bottle. He was ready to throw something. Why did everyone he knew have a knack for pulling things seemingly out of nowhere?
Erwin poured a generous amount of the stuff onto his palm and fingers so that several drops of it ran down his forearm and dripped onto Levi's stomach.
"If I do anything at all that makes you uncomfortable—"
"Oh god, here we go again." Levi grumbled.
"I just want to make sure you're okay with things, you little grump," Erwin countered, his smile still in place (Levi doubted he'd ever be able to faze the man again, much to his disappointment.) "We can stop whenever you—"
"Just get the fuck on with it, please, preferably before I have grandchildren," Levi snapped. This time his "please" was totally sarcastic, but it might as well not have been for all the difference it made to Erwin.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of that word."
"That's because you're a weirdo."
"If I do this well, could I convince you to say it again?" Erwin asked, flashing him his killer smile.
"And a pervert to boot," Levi added, trying and failing not to be affected by the man's knockout expression.
"Oh that I am, Levi," Erwin agreed, lowering his slick and dripping hand to Levi's stomach, causing the captain to shiver. "Do you want to hear about my last fantasy of you? I remember it well considering it was only a few hours ago."
"Wait—what?" Levi demanded, tensing up beneath the man's hand, "You were thinking of—"
"Of course I was," Erwin interrupted, trailing his fingers down Levi's abdomen, and leaving a wet path behind them, "You drove me to madness last night. I've had to go take of the, er, problem, three times since then."
"T-three times?" Levi hadn't meant to stutter, but the thought of Erwin thinking of him, of jerking off to the thought of him, was enough to ensure that he never breathed easily again.
"You should be impressed that I limited it to that number too," Erwin assured him, "After that fucking outfit…damn it…I thought I was going to pass out. When you showed up like that, and then waltzed off to go dancing with Nanaba I was pissed as hell, as well as horny as a damn rabbit in heat. God Levi, you don't even know… You wreck me."
"And you wrecked my pants," Levi reminded him. Babbling nonsense since he didn't know how to respond to these terribly embarrassing words.
Erwin responded with his most evil looking grin yet. The scarier part was that his eyes glazed over at the memory and a hooded predatory look overtook his face. "I remember…" His voice was deeper too. It was making Levi's heart rise back to its previously lethal levels. "Such a shame. I would have loved to see you in them again. Though I will admit, I do prefer them…off."
Levi shuddered as Erwin traced his fingers down the inner crease of his thigh. Every inch of him felt ridiculously sensitive to the man's touch. He'd never felt like this from anyone else's hands before. Nowhere even close. The sensations were startling in their newness, and far too powerful to even begin resisting.
Erwin's fingers took Levi's shivers as encouragement, and continued to stroke the inside of his thighs, taking care to avoid touching Levi where the captain really wanted him. Levi could feel his forgotten erection pulsing against his stomach. There was fluid leaking from the tip, making a tiny pool on his stomach that was mingling with some of the oil Erwin had left behind there.
Levi was trying to suck air into his lungs in an embarrassingly bad attempt to supply his brain with oxygen (it seemed that whatever he was managing to get into his system was being shunted straight to his erection, leaving his brain to atrophy.) But then Erwin's hot, wet fingers swept lightly across Levi's entrance, and the small captain gasped aloud, his hands instinctively clutching the sheets around him in an attempt to ground himself.
"You're quivering," Erwin noted, shit heaps of pride evident in his voice, "And I haven't even done anything yet."
Levi was sorely tempted to kick Erwin in the face for that smug comment—so he did, lifting one of his legs from over Erwin's shoulder and pushing it onto the man's face, toes curling around one perfect cheekbone. "Less talking, more fucking. I don't need your damn commentary," Levi growled.
Erwin didn't pause the motions of his fingers for a second. The index finger of his slick hand was now circling Levi's hole. "But you like my voice," Erwin murmured, words dripping with confidence.
And Levi knew there was no way to deny it. His body was too damn obvious in its preferences. He was practically vibrating now.
Erwin used his other hand to grab Levi's raised foot around the ankle. But instead of pushing it away, he brought Levi's foot down to his mouth, and then licked a long stripe across the bottom of it.
This time when Levi jumped he almost really kicked Erwin in the face. "Erwin!" Levi exploded, aghast, "I—that's dirty. I was wearing shoes and I haven't yet washed them since!"
But Erwin wasn't listening. Or maybe he was, and just purposely taunting Levi, because now he was flicking his talented tongue between the webbing of Levi's toes. "Levi, if you think this is dirty, well, I'm not sure I want to see your reaction to the rest of what I'm planning to do to you."
But Erwin's face, as he said those words, looked like he was very sure about how much he wanted to see Levi's reaction to said dirty things. Erwin pulled Levi's big toe into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, exactly imitating the motions of his finger down where it was playing with Levi below.
Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a wet sounding moan.
"Hmmm… you like that, Levi?" Erwin queried popping Levi's toe out of his mouth and using his hand instead to tug Levi's hips even closer.
"Fuck you," Levi gasped, bucking up into Erwin's touch. He was sure the man already knew exactly how much Levi liked it. His question was therefore solely meant to embarrass the hell out of him.
"Oh, I intend to," Erwin said smoothly, and then, without further ado, he slipped the first knuckle of his finger inside Levi.
Levi gasped, and Erwin froze. "Is it—"
"It's fine," Levi breathed, squeezing his eyes shut, "Just not…I've never felt anything up there before."
The intrusion did feel a bit strange to him, but not foreign. He was still able to recognize that touch as Erwin's. And so he trusted it. The bigger issue, he realized, was the fact that Erwin was currently wiggling around in his poop chute, and, granted, Levi knew he kept the area meticulously clean, but still—no matter how often he washed himself, he was still self-conscious that Erwin would be repulsed. Would find him dirty and disgusting.
But Erwin showed no signs of aversion. Quite the opposite. His breathing had sped up and become audible once more. "So tight…" he groaned, as Levi bucked up into his hand, forcing Erwin's finger in further. "Just thinking about…being inside of you is… I'm so sorry Levi, I'm just…god I'm overwhelmed. I never thought…" Erwin squeezed Levi's thigh tightly and then pressed a kiss to the spot. Levi felt himself melt at the gesture.
"I know," Levi answered. He slid his hips upward until the entirety of Erwin's finger was inside of him. That already felt large to him. God only knew how it was going to feel to have something approximately 4000 times that size shoved up into him, but he knew he'd manage it somehow. Because he wanted this. They both did. It was painfully obvious.
"Please," Levi muttered, turning his head to the side to face the wall. Because he knew what the word meant to Erwin, and he was embarrassed as fuck to be saying it anyway. "I want you, so please…"
Erwin groaned so loudly that Levi could feel the vibrations of it through his legs. Then Erwin grabbed hold of Levi's arm and wrenched him up to slam his mouth back down on his. Levi's legs slid down Erwin's arms, but it didn't seem to impede Erwin's range of motion at all, because then he began to move his finger inside of Levi, in and out like rhythmically horny clockwork.
Levi could feel his insides clenching at Erwin's finger, trying to keep it inside of him, wanting more of Erwin—wanting everything. He kissed Erwin with gnawing hunger, his teeth tearing small wounds in the man's lips in his desperation. But Erwin didn't seem to mind, if his moans were anything to go by. He'd managed to bring one of his hands up, and was grasping Levi's face tightly in an attempt to kiss him more deeply.
"You need to relax," Erwin groaned, hot breath flooding Levi's mouth with the words, "Or it'll hurt. Can you relax for me, Levi?"
The only sounds Levi was capable of at the moment were moans—so he gave Erwin one of the extra loud ones.
"So fucking sexy—god," Erwin groaned, "those sounds. Are you trying to slay me with them?"
"Want you," Levi repeated, though louder this time, and with a good amount of moaning, "Want more."
"I'll give you more," Erwin promised, "As much as you want, but you've got to relax for me. Please Levi. I don't want to hurt you."
Levi could have cried from the words. He didn't want to have to do anything as difficult as relaxing. He wanted to shove up onto Erwin as tight and hard as he wanted. He could feel a slight burning inside of him, but so what. It was worth it. It was so damn worth it to be able to feel Erwin touching him from the inside.
But Erwin had sounded so desperate when he'd made his request—his voice a plea. Levi knew he'd never be able to resist anything from Erwin, so with a groan, he forced some of the walls of muscle inside of him to unclench. It took a crap ton of self-control, but he did it, and the moment Erwin felt it, he let out a sigh of relief. "Good, Levi, that's perfect. You're perfect. Your body is such a gift."
Erwin laid Levi back down on the bed, his touches tender and gentle once more. He brushed his thumb across Levi's cheekbone. "Since the moment I saw you I never wanted anyone else, you know that? I never slept with anyone else after that day, had no desire to. No one else's body felt right. It had to be yours."
"That is fucking pathetic," Levi muttered, but he needed to throw his arm over his eyes as he said it, because he couldn't look at Erwin and lie. Because he didn't think it was pathetic. His stomach was actually attempting to strangle itself now because of how touched and loved he felt by the statement.
"No need to tell me," Erwin said with a chuckle, "Mike and Hanji regularly reminded me of the fact. And that particular comment was nearly always followed with the directive 'just go fucking sleep with him already.'"
Levi lifted his arm to look at Erwin in clear surprise. "They…they both knew? You told them?"
"They guessed," Erwin said, slipping his finger from Levi, "And I wasn't surprised. I was ridiculously obvious."
Levi let out an instinctive whimper as he felt the emptiness inside of him. He'd never thought of his entrance as something empty—but now he was feeling it. He was going to protest, but then he saw that Erwin had only removed his finger in order to coat his hand with even more oil. "There's only so much you can ogle another man's ass before people start asking questions," Erwin continued, tossing the bottle to the bedspread once again.
"More fingers," Levi blurted as Erwin approached his entrance again. His face was burning now as the thought Erwin thinks I have a nice ass ran endlessly through his head, but he wasn't going to allow that to keep him from hurrying Erwin the fuck up. (Because the man seemed to be taking his merry time about the whole thing.)
"Yes," Erwin breathed, and pushed two of his fingers into Levi, this time pushing them all the way in with one smooth motion.
"How's that?" he asked, leaning down into Levi's body and pressing kisses to his neck.
Levi just nodded. His teeth were clenched too tightly for a response. He realized he was panting, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Erwin began to slide his fingers in and out of Levi, and as he did so, he continuously made comments, elaborating quite enthusiastically, and at great length, about just how much he loved him, and how fucking gorgeous his body was.
Levi burned all over throughout this. Both his body and mind were overwhelmed by the sensations running through him. But despite that, he was reasonably optimistic that he would survive the ordeal—that is, until the moment when his vision suddenly went white. Bright foreign pleasure swept through him like wildfire as Erwin hooked his fingers within Levi and pressed something inside of him that had Levi throwing his head back, and crying out as if a Titan was gnawing at his limbs.
"Oh my fucking—Erwin! That—I'm—shit, Erwin, I'm gonna, that's—"
"Looks like I found your prostate," was all Erwin said in response, though his tone was so warm and so happy as he said it that Levi couldn't help thinking that it sounded like it had been Levi that had just found his prostate.
Erwin, being a smart, and highly precise sort of man, pinpointed the spot inside of Levi exactly, and then proceeded to hit it with god like accuracy. This of course did nothing for Levi's coherency.
"Oh god. Oh shitting fucking god. You can't—Erwin if you keep doing that I'll—oh god oh shit yes! Yes! Yes! yes! Right fucking—ugh! Erwin. Fuck. I—I can't. You have to—No. Erwin no, stop."
The second the word "no" passed through Levi's lips, Erwin was already slipping his fingers from the other man's body, so by the time the word "stop" arrived, Erwin was looking down at the man he loved with concern and worry plastered over every inch of him.
Levi cracked his eyes open, determined to investigate why the hell Erwin thought it was okay to stop touching him, and then, seeing the man's face, quickly realized his mistake. "I'm not… I mean, you didn't do anything wrong. Don't look at me like that! Honestly, like you'd ever hurt me…"
Levi chanced another glance at Erwin's expression and found it just as tortured as before. He was doing a terrible job at explaining this. He knew he'd just have to come out and say it. "If you keep pressing that spot I'll come for sure, and I don't want to do that until you're inside of me, okay? Now stop looking like a kicked puppy." And in so saying, he grabbed Erwin's slicked up hand by the wrist, and then shoved three of the man's fingers right back into his entrance.
Erwin gasped, and instinctively tried to retract his fingers, but Levi didn't let him. "Just finish with this damn stretching business and get the fuck inside of me already. But don't you dare touch that spot or I'll blow my damn load and I will make you very very sorry about it afterward."
Levi expected Erwin to say something in his defense, or complain about Levi's rushing, but he did neither. Instead he seized Levi by the hair and kissed him like he would die if he didn't. Just seconds into the kiss, Levi was already overwhelmed and gasping. He was moaning Erwin's name, and scrambling to hold him all while pushing down on the fingers inside of him.
Even though it was clear Erwin wasn't trying to reach his prostate, the man's fingers rubbed up against it every few strokes or so, and that was bad because it was making Levi crazy with need. And he just wanted to say to hell with this damn preparation and shove Erwin inside of him. But he didn't do that. He knew how important this part was to Erwin. He knew Erwin wanted to make this as pleasant as possible. But what the man didn't understand, and what Levi didn't currently have the focus to convince him of, was that Levi was extraordinarily desperate, and would take on whatever consequences his actions received just as long as Erwin took him right the fuck now.
"Please Erwin, I'm fucking begging you over here, okay? What more do you want? I need it. I fucking need you Erwin. So please please god fucking please get your fucking dick inside of me before I rip the eyebrows right off your face, you stupidly patient man, and force them up your glorious ass."
Erwin's forehead thunked down atop Levi's, and now the commander was gasping, just as loud as his partner. He had his erection pressed up against Levi's thigh as he pushed his fingers in and out of the captain at an increasingly jagged pace, and he was rocking against him instinctively, obviously needing the connection just as much as Levi did. "Yes. Want you too. So badly. But need to…ugh…need you to be fully relaxed or it'll hurt and—"
"For the love of…Erwin, sometimes I think that you got your beauty in exchange for your brains. Can't you see I'm way beyond caring about that at this point? I'm as relaxed as I'm going to get so just—"
"No. Not yet. I can still—"
"Oh for fuck's sake, do I have to do absolutely everything around here?" Levi shouted, taking the reins once more as he reached down between his legs, grabbed tight hold of Erwin's slippery hand and rammed a fourth finger into himself.
Erwin's fingers were thick—a lot thicker than Levi's reed thin digits, so the adjustment the small captain needed to make wasn't a small one. But he did make it, and almost immediately too.
"There," Levi gasped, pushing down decisively on Erwin's fingers, "All done. Now hurry up and fuck me before I knock you out and simply ride you myself."
"Honestly, I knew you were a bit of a weirdo, but you're kinkier than I expected," Erwin said in a weak attempt at humor. He was trying, for Levi's sake, to appear composed, but the captain could tell by the way the man's voice shook that he was a lot less in control than he appeared to be.
"And you're infuriating," Levi shot back, linking his arms around Erwin's neck and then twisting them into a roll so that their positions were reversed. Levi scrambled to sit atop Erwin (his new perch) before adding, "Oh, and also old. Dreadfully old. Probably too old for this sort of thing, so if you have a heart attack and poop out halfway through I'll try and be understanding."
His plan to goad Erwin worked splendidly, because at his words, Erwin grabbed tight hold of Levi's hips and yanked him down until he was hovering at the captain's entrance. "I know what you're trying to do, you know," Erwin growled.
"And yet It's working like a charm," Levi countered, gifting the man with a smug smile before rocking back on the other man's arousal, "It's even easier to rile you up than it is to get at the cadets."
"Most of the cadets don't want to get into your pants as badly as I do," Erwin said, his words slightly mangled by the motions of Levi's torturous hip movements.
That tripped Levi up. "Most?" he asked, unsure if it was wise to even enter into this territory.
Erwin was getting entirely too much practice with his evil smile. "Eren looks at your ass almost as much as I do."
Levi sincerely hoped that the commander was joking, but the deep pit of dread that had opened up in his stomach told him to let those hopes die. Erwin looked entirely too convincing at the moment.
"I suppose I can't really hold it against the boy. Objectively speaking, your ass is a magnificent one, with universal appeal, but I still can't help that raging spark of jealousy that occasionally manifests itself in me by ordering the boy to randomly drop and give me a hundred pushups."
Levi felt the dread pit become slightly less deep at this comment. Erwin was jealous. Over him. And he took it out on Jaeger. This was entirely too much good news for one clean-freak captain to handle in one day.
"How occasionally?" Levi urged the man.
"Oh, not too often," Erwin said vaguely, darting his eyes away.
"Erwin…" Levi said in a tone that promised swift disembowelment were he to continue to avoid the question.
"Okay, pretty much every time I see him," Erwin admitted.
"But you see him every day."
"And your point is?"
Levi felt a bright flush of happiness spread itself through his chest. Erwin loved him. He loved him enough to resort to juvenile bouts of power play over him. That was it, he decided, he was definitely fucking the man now.
Without consulting Erwin, Levi reached down and grabbed Erwin's arousal around the base. It hadn't flagged any throughout the time Erwin had spent preparing Levi. And then, hoping his aim was true, Levi pushed down onto the throbbing thing faster than you could shout "Geronimo!"
"Wait, Levi, you—
Their twin groans as Erwin's flesh sank into Levi's were both so deep and loud that it was impossible to tell which one belonged to each man. Neither of them could speak for several moments, but when Levi sank to a stop around Erwin's base, the commander tightened his grip on Levi's waist, holding him steady.
"Levi!" Erwin gasped, voice more of a moan than anything else, "Are you okay?"
"So…full," Levi groaned, "Feels like…everything is more. I'm more. You're more. And this goddamn cock of yours sure is morebecause I could swear it's grown another 2 inches in the past five minutes."
Erwin let out a strangled laugh and let his hands rub soothing circles into Levi's thighs, "Take as long as you need. If it's too much—"
Erwin shut up when he realized that Levi wasn't going to take any time at all to adjust—because he was already moving, making the rest of his speech useless. Levi approved of his wordlessness whole heartedly because it left Erwin free to make more of those glorious sounds Levi had already become addicted to.
Levi used his knees to push off on the bed and raise his body, sliding up Erwin's length and moaning loudly at the sensations the movement awakened inside of him. Because even though he'd felt Erwin's fingers pressing inside of him, that could never have replaced the feeling he was experiencing now. There were nothing empty left anymore. Erwin was filling all the available space, and then some. Levi wanted to be able to explain it, but his brain failed him. Instead, he focused on solidifying the moment in his mind. He let the rhythmic rocking of their bodies take over his senses, along with the shooting sparks of bright pleasure, their ragged breathing, the deep ache Erwin was setting off inside him with everywhere he touched, and the commander's voice as he murmured Levi's name over and over again.
They were both wrapped so tightly around each other that it was difficult to determine who's pieces were whose. But it didn't matter because they were always meant to be one entity anyway. That knowledge was explicitly clear to Levi, because why else would he be feeling an overwhelming relief and sense of homecoming now that he was joined with the man, as if he was finally where he was supposed to be? He was Erwin's, and Erwin was his, and there wasn't a simpler or more beautiful concept to Levi in the universe. He would have wanted to have this feeling forever, sinking and rising with Erwin, because for once he felt like he had every hope and dream of his in his hands.
But it couldn't stay that way, because already their movements were becoming jerky as both he and Erwin became consumed by a feeling larger than themselves. Levi wanted to give to Erwin, to make him feel as amazing as he himself was feeling, but the pleasure that held him in its grip was controlling his movements. He found himself rising and falling with greater urgency, grinding down into Erwin as though he was trying to shatter his pelvis. Erwin had grabbed hold of Levi's erection with one hand, and was angling Levi's hips with the other, so that now with every stroke that Erwin pushed into him he was hitting Levi's prostate, and the resulting explosions of pleasure in Levi's body were making his vision blur and his breath explode out of him in short desperate blasts. The heat was like something alive in his abdomen, and it was actively trying to claw its way out of him, and Levi could feel it building, fast approaching critical mass. He tried to call out to Erwin, to warn him, but by then the feeling was already upon him. So he braced himself against Erwin, holding the man's shoulders desperately, and digging his nails so deeply into the skin there that it tore-but it wasn't tight enough, could never be tight enough.
"Erwin! Erwin I can't—I'm going to come—I'm going to, shit, shit, god you're amazing. Feel so fucking good—god Erwin—I'm—I'm—"
And then he was climaxing, his entire body consumed by the roar of pleasure that exploded outward from his center and ravaged all that there was to claim inside of him. He pulsed and he pulsed, seemingly endlessly, coating Erwin's hand, and stomach and chest, and, seeing it, Erwin couldn't help being pulled along. Levi had felt the man trying to hold back before, keeping himself reigned in until Levi went over the edge, but now there was no holding back. Because as Levi climaxed, and screamed out the man's name like the word itself was enough to save all of humanity, his muscles and the walls inside of him all clenched down hard on Erwin's length, milking him, and clinging to him desperately. And that feeling, combined with all the rest of it, proved too much for the beautiful commander. Levi had one second's warning as Erwin tensed up inside of him, and then Levi was being flooded, Erwin pulling all of Levi into the heat and love of his arms as he fired jet after jet into Levi. Each was accompanied by Levi's name—cried, shouted, and wrung out of Erwin with all the desperation and need that had been housed in the man for so many years. Erwin's climax served to further launch Levi's own, all the sensations so new and overwhelming that he let out a sob—just one—as he came to the realization that this was it for him. That he had found the pinnacle for all his hope and truth in the world, and it was Erwin, and would always be Erwin.
When the last of the quakes of pleasure had passed through him, Levi realized his utter exhaustion. His eyes closed, and he nuzzled deeper into the safety of Erwin's arms, a sound that was almost a purr escaping him as small bubbles of happiness leaked out of him.