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"I think we're the only ones here."
Erwin chuckled at that, playful and soft as he watched Levi hop down from the stage, hips swaying as he moved. He was clearly buzzed, stripped down to his boxers, his smirk wild. "Everyone else has gone home already," the elder man said. "That was quite a party, don't you think?"
"Well, the Red King stepping down from his throne merits quite a party, yeah?" Levi gave a soft smirk when Erwin's expensive loafer found the edge of the table, shoving it back against the stage to make room. "Still can't believe I let you talk me into quitting." A few more steps and Levi hiked one knee onto the edge of Erwin's chair, eyes half-lidded, a little smirk on his face as his thumbs slid into the fabric of his boxers, pulling the material down just enough to show a glimpse of the place where his delectable little happy trail ended. "Better hope you can keep me interested enough not to come running back."
The older man gave a little shiver when a pale arm came to grip the back of the chair, and Levi hoisted himself up so that his right knee now rested against the opposite arm of the chair, both arms at the back, and Erwin felt his mouth go dry. "I'll do my best," was all he said, and it was all he could do to keep the overwhelming lust out of his voice.
"You better." Levi's voice was low and soft, a rough purr in the eerie quiet of the club, and he leaned in to palm at the bulge between Erwin's spread thighs, saying, "How's about one last lap dance? For old time's sake."
That little tease was too much, and Erwin slid one hand into ebony locks, yanking Levi down to his level, his chapped lips seeking silken ones, meeting with no resistance when his tongue came into play, sliding against warm, soft skin. Levi, as always, caught on quickly, shifting so that he was straddling the other's hips, pressing and grinding exactly where Erwin wanted it.
Ugh, he knew exactly what he was doing, rolling his hips while his hands worked against the waistband of Erwin's black slacks, shoving the cottony fabric down and going for the waistband of his own boxers.
The first second of contact was absolutely golden, tearing a harsh growl from Erwin's throat, a breathy gasp slipping past Levi's lips. Absolutely golden.
Keeping one hand wrapped around their joined cocks, Levi leaned back to rest his elbow against the table behind him, giving another gasp when Erwin's hand overlapped his, squeezing a bit too tightly.
"How much did you drink?" Levi's voice was a soft purr, his eyes dark and defiant. "I can never get you to go this far in public…"
"This isn't really public." It was the truth, and it came punctuated by a sharp thrust.
Levi gave a little whimper at that, resting his shoulders back against the table, both hands stroking against their cocks, shivering and tossing his head back when Erwin's free hand slid against the back of his thigh, soft and warm.
There was a moment of deliberation, and Levi ran that pink little tongue over his lips before he shifted, suddenly on his knees before Erwin, his right hand stroking at his own cock while his mouth engulfed the other's, his free hand resting against a thick, tanned thigh.
Erwin allowed his hands to slide into jet-colored hair then, rolling his hips up into the oh-so-talented mouth, loving the way Levi shivered against him, those gorgeous liquid-mercury eyes squeezed shut.
He was getting close.
The press of teeth against the base of his cock was enough for Erwin to jerk Levi's head back, those silvery eyes wide, his smirk absolutely sinful, breath coming hot and hard. He was gorgeous.
Keeping one hand tethered in dark hair, Erwin allowed the other to wrap around his cock, spurred on by the little kisses Levi was peppering along his length, though it was a sensuous lick to a vein along the side that spelled the end, and he jerked Levi's head back again, hot white spattering over his throat and neck and shoulder. It was a good look on him.
That warmth, coupled with Erwin's strained hiss was the end for Levi, and he pressed his forehead to a flushed thigh as he came, shuddering when he felt long fingers stroking at the nape of his neck, smearing white over flushed skin.
"No more Rouge." Erwin's voice is soft, his smile warm. "The red collar's off permanently now."
"That so?" There's something like enchantment in Levi's voice.
"It is." When Erwin's thumb dragged across his cheek, Levi shivered, nuzzling into the touch. "I prefer you in white, anyway."