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Erwin knows something is amiss before he even opens the door to his quarters. As the key turns in the lock, the stinging smell of vinegar and lemon overpowers him. It’s dizzying when he steps into the room.
Levi, on his hands and knees in front of the fireplace, doesn’t even look up from his scrubbing when the door shuts with a deliberately loud click. Erwin’s not sure if Levi has realized he’s no longer alone. There are wet spots on the polished hardwood where Levi has clearly mopped. Erwin toes his boots off at the door.
Barefoot, he leans against the door to watch the frantic movements of his Captain. Levi attacks an old stain of spilled wine on the rug as if it had personally accosted him. His inky hair hangs in a sweaty mess over his eyes, cast down in fervent concentration as his brows furrow and knot. A handkerchief nearly as white as his skin is tied around his mouth and nose, no doubt an effort to stop the cleaning solution from stinging. He hasn’t even changed out of his uniform. His cloak is draped over Erwin’s chair at the desk, his shirt sleeves bunched around his elbows. Erwin’s gaze lingers on the dark splotches and mud caked onto Levi’s trousers and prays none of the blood is his. It’s not the first time Erwin has caught Levi in the midst of a cleaning frenzy, but it is the first time he’s returned from an expedition and not immediately bathed and mended his uniform. It’s disconcerting, twists Erwin’s gut in a knot, squeezes the heart that always seems to be bleeding for his Captain.
The regiment had returned from their expedition hours ago. Levi tied his horse up in the stable without so much as a glance in Erwin’s direction and silently marched into headquarters ahead of the rest of the squad. Erwin watched helplessly as Levi’s figure retreated upstairs while he himself was pulled away to the debriefing. He certainly hadn’t expected to find Levi in his room tonight. It comforts him as much as it concerns him. He watches still as Levi dunks the scrubbing brush into a bucket of steaming, soapy water and doubles down on his efforts to get the spot out. It doesn’t appear to be budging, though Erwin's sure that Levi has been at this for quite some time.
“That stain has been there for years, you know,” he says, soft, testing the waters of Levi’s temper. “I don’t think it’s coming out.”
Levi doesn’t look up, doesn’t say anything. Nor does he startle, so Erwin is certain that Levi has been aware of his presence and just willfully ignoring him.
That's fine. Erwin is a patient man, and after a moment, the scrubbing ceases. Another, and Levi sits back on his knees to drop the brush into the bucket. Water sloshes out over the hardwood, puddles in the weave of the rug. Levi huffs. His annoyed breath rustles the kerchief. Erwin waits. He knows his Captain, can practically feel the words bubbling up in Levi’s throat and knows better than to push.
“It’s the only fucking thing in here I can’t get clean,” Levi finally says, eyes still fixed on the offending spot. His voice is flat and comes out muffled from behind his kerchief. A moment's hesitation, and he pulls the white fabric down to let it pool around his throat.
“Is now really the time to worry about an old wine spill?” Erwin ventures, an attempt to lighten the mood.
Levi scoffs, finally turning his head in Erwin’s direction. His grey eyes are as cloudy as the winter sky outside, rimmed in red. Erwin’s heart sinks ever deeper.
“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking careless, I wouldn’t have to worry about it,” he spits.
Erwin crosses his arms and leans against the door, the gesture so casual it makes Levi’s blood boil. His thick brows draw together momentarily as he mulls Levi’s words over. Levi hates the calculating, impassive look on Erwin’s face when he finally opens his mouth to speak.
“Levi,” he starts. “I understand that was difficult, to see what happened out there, but I need to know that you to unders-”
“Tch, are you fucking kidding me?” Levi cuts him off, rising to his feet. He seethes, his fair face flushing with anger, his small frame practically vibrating with it. “What the fuck do you think I don’t understand, Erwin? That you almost died today? If Miche hadn’t gotten there in time you’d be rotting away inside one of those goddamn monsters right now and I-”
Levi’s voice breaks, trails off as he chokes back a shaky breath. Despite the fury contorting his sweet features, Erwin can see the glimmer of unshed tears in Levi’s steely eyes. Erwin is perfectly aware of what Levi doesn’t say. And why he doesn’t say it. He wants to slump against the door under the weight of his guilt, but the blatant pain on Levi’s face galvanizes him to finally cross the room to where Levi still stands in front of the unlit fireplace.
His Captain backs away, pulls his arm out of reach with unnerving force when Erwin tries to take his hand.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” Levi mutters, though the crack in his voice betrays the venom of his words.
“Levi,” Erwin says softly, pleading. He wants to apologize but knows it’ll just set Levi off again. “You’re right,” he tries instead. “I’d be dead right now if it weren’t for Miche. But I'm not. So let's not be ugly to each other, yes?”
The truth deserves to be acknowledged, Erwin knows, but it pains him to see Levi so openly hostile because of it. Levi unties the kerchief at his throat, jams it in his pocket before crossing his arms over his chest tightly. His hands are red, raw, cracked, partially from the expedition, mostly from the overzealous scrubbing. Erwin can’t help himself, reaches for one of Levi’s hands again. This time Levi lets him take it, but his gaze cuts away to stare into the empty hearth instead. It’s that push-and-pull that drives Erwin insane. Levi can never make things easy, can never accept Erwin’s affection for what it is.
Erwin can’t handle that tonight. Levi’s right. He nearly succumbed to a Titan’s grip just a handful of hours ago. The gravity of that fact isn't lost on Erwin as his fingers close around Levi’s, so much smaller than his own. The feeling of Levi’s hand in his is testament to today’s victory- they both made it back alive. They should be celebrating. Down in the mess hall having dinner with the others, out at the tavern with ever-flowing steins of ale or small glasses of the dark liquor Levi prefers. Instead, Levi has scrubbed Erwin’s office from floor to ceiling and won't even look him in the eye.
With a gentle hand, Erwin reaches out, traces along the line of Levi’s jaw with the pad of his finger. There’s still dirt and sweat smeared across his soft, ivory skin. Erwin wishes he could just scoop Levi up, carry him to the washroom and scrub away the filth, set things right for him again, kiss away his pain. However, the hard set of Levi’s mouth, his clenching jaw, tells Erwin that this kind of tenderness will not be tolerated by his Captain. With a gentle push, he tips Levi’s chin up with his fingertip, desperate to look him in the eye, to communicate the only way they know how. Instead, Levi cranes his neck and twists away from him. It may as well have been a slap in Erwin’s face. Usually he'd let that kind of thing go, give Levi his space to be angry. But not tonight, not after that shit out beyond the wall today. The same desperation makes Erwin grab Levi by the chin to force him to look his way.
“Levi,” he says, his demanding baritone rumbling right down to Levi’s bones. To Levi's credit, his eyes go wide in surprise for only a split second before he steels himself again, struggling against Erwin’s firm grip.
“Get the fuck off,” Levi growls. He tries to pull his hand away, whip his head out of Erwin’s grasp. Erwin doubles down instead, tugging Levi closer.
“Levi,” he echoes. “Look at me.”
Levi’s eyes flicker to Erwin’s, the trace of tears replaced with rage. His lips part like he wants to say something but Erwin adjusts his grip on his chin and bends down to press his lips against his before his Captain can spit out whatever vulgarity he intended.
Levi writhes in Erwin’s grip but Erwin’s sheer size overwhelms him. He twists and shoves but Erwin’s mouth persistently moves against his as his arm snakes around Levi’s waist and pulls until their chests are crushed together. Levi grips Erwin’s wrist, tries to pry away the hand on his jaw. Instead, Erwin’s fingers dig in deeper as his teeth sink into Levi’s bottom lip, tugging harshly. Levi cries out against Erwin’s mouth, a little protest of pain. Erwin sweeps his tongue against Levi’s bitten lip in tender apology but doesn’t slow his assault on his Captain’s mouth. Though Levi continues to struggle in Erwin’s hold, his lips acquiesce in surprise rather than invitation. Erwin doesn’t care, just plies his mouth apart with his own and forces his tongue past Levi’s soft lips. Levi whimpers, turns his face away, but Erwin bites down on his lip again, drawing a cry out from the back of Levi’s throat. Erwin groans as the little noise kindles the first sparks of heat in him. He releases Levi’s chin and plants his hands on either side of his face instead, cupping Levi’s round cheeks in his palms, giving him better leverage to lick into his mouth. The familiar, malty taste of black tea cut by a hint of peppermint is a balm for his exhaustion and clears his mind until all that’s left is Levi, pushing and shoving against Erwin’s stupidly broad chest.
He lets Levi struggle against him and just steps forward, pushing Levi across the room until his back hits the wall. Erwin’s shoulders round over Levi’s slight form, caging him in. Erwin feels his fists pounding against his back and the blunt edges of Levi’s fingernails digging through his shirt but can’t help but feel that Levi’s resistance is half-hearted at best. If Levi really wanted him to stop, he’d never have let himself be pushed around in the first place. Levi doesn’t kiss him back but the hands clawing at Erwin’s back stop and fist into the fabric of his shirt instead. Erwin’s not sure if Levi means to push him away or pull him closer but the little moan that slips from between Levi’s lips has Erwin hard in an instant. He grins victoriously against Levi’s mouth, allowing his lips to trail down the sharp line of his jaw.
“What was that, Captain?” Erwin teases, shoving one of those stupidly thick, strong thighs between Levi’s, forcing his legs apart and their hips to clash roughly.
“Get the fuck off,” Levi growls, snaking his arms between their bodies to shove against Erwin’s chest.
Erwin doesn’t flinch. Instead, he rolls his hips slowly, his insistent hardness pressing against Levi’s stomach as Erwin releases his grip on his face. He anchors his hands on the wall at either side of Levi’s hips, truly trapping him in the vise of his body. Levi looks away, his jaw clenched so tight that Erwin fears he’ll crack a tooth. Erwin leans down and presses a feather-light kiss to the tensed muscle right below Levi’s ear. He can hear Levi’s sharp inhale as he drags his lips over the side of Levi’s neck. Goosebumps spread over his skin under the trail of Erwin’s affection as Levi feels his own cock twitch with interest. Horrified by his body’s betrayal, Levi turns his head away so quickly he makes himself dizzy. It only grants Erwin better access to the expanse of warm, velvety skin that smells like lavender soap and sweat and rain. Erwin hovers just so, never quite kissing, softly blowing his warm breath over the column of Levi’s throat. Despite himself, Levi feels the frustration knot in him as he desperately wants to feel Erwin’s mouth on his bare skin again. He lets go of Erwin's coat and tangles his hands in his silky, golden hair instead, tugging in encouragement.
“What happened, Captain?” Erwin murmurs against his ear. “I thought you wanted me to- what was it you said- get the fuck off ?”
A shiver courses through Levi as he feels his own hardness straining against his trousers. He nearly forgets about being angry at Erwin until his Commander speaks again.
“How very unlike you to give up so easily, Levi. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted this.”
Erwin punctuates this with another roll of his hips and presses his lips to the curve of Levi’s neck where it meets his shoulder. Levi’s breath shudders. Pleased, Erwin chuckles, a deep rumbling from the back of his throat, and gently nips at Levi’s skin with his teeth. The barely-there bite elicits a little huff from Levi, halfway between a sigh and a moan, as his hands drop to Erwin’s shoulders, fingertips roughly digging in, seeking purchase to hold Erwin closer. Instead, Erwin pulls away and straightens up, peering down at Levi’s flushed face. The apples of his cheeks are so rosy and sweet, in stark contrast to his pissed off eyes and the twisted scowl of his lips.
“If you want something, you’ll have to ask, Levi. Nicely. You haven’t had a kind word for me since we returned,” Erwin admonishes him. He reaches out and pushes Levi’s sweaty bangs off his forehead, tucking the longer strands behind his ears.
“Fuck you,” Levi spits.
Erwin pauses and takes a small step back. His gaze drifts over his Captain’s face, his heaving chest, finally notices the hardness between Levi’s legs. Erwin’s own cock twitches in response. The hungry grin that splits his handsome face makes Levi shudder again.
Erwin’s hand leaves the wall and comes to rest on Levi’s waist instead, confoundingly slender under the wide span of Erwin’s palm. He lets his fingers trail down over the solid plane of Levi’s stomach, feels Levi’s breath hitch as his whole body stiffens. Levi’s not sure if it’s desire or fear that keeps him rooted in place but either way, he can't will himself to move. When Erwin’s fingertips reach the leather of his belt, his cock pulses with anticipation. Then, disappointment- instead of unclasping the metal buckle, Erwin moves past and slides two fingers into Levi’s trouser pocket. He retrieves the white handkerchief, unfurling it with a flourish and a wicked glimmer in his eye. Without warning, he swiftly reaches up to slide a hand into Levi’s hair and tugs back roughly, forcing Levi to crane his neck to look up at him.
“Levi, if you can’t say a kind word, you ought to just keep quiet,” Erwin scolds, twisting his fingers deeper into Levi’s hair, tugging at the roots.
Rage flares behind Levi’s eyes as his lips curl back in a vicious sneer. His lips part, no doubt to insult Erwin again, but Erwin knows this game, is ready to silence Levi’s foul mouth. The hand clutching the kerchief roughly claps the fabric over Levi’s mouth. His eyes widen in surprise as Erwin uses two fingers to shove the linen into Levi’s mouth. He coughs around the intrusion and pushes against Erwin’s chest again, but fuck, his Commander is solid and pays no mind to Levi’s forceful, flailing hands.
Levi changes tactics, reaches for the cloth in his mouth, but Erwin swiftly takes Levi’s wrists in his own hands, slamming them against the wall on either side of his head. The little gasp that Levi lets out, muffled by the cloth stuffing his mouth full, is music to Erwin’s ears. His cock throbs, arousal now teetering on discomfort. He pins his hips against Levi’s stomach, the difference in their height almost comical as Erwin holds him to the wall and grinds against him slowly, finding some relief for his aching erection. Levi lets out a low whine and stills under Erwin’s weight, knows struggling will get him nowhere, and accepts his position. The straining tendons in his forearms relax in Erwin’s grip. Satisfied, Erwin lets his head fall forward, mouth to the shell of Levi’s ear. His breath makes Levi shiver and his cock pulse.
“I’m going to let your hands go, Levi,” he murmurs, “and you’re going to stay perfectly still for me. Understood?”
Erwin waits, watches Levi’s pulse thud under the milky skin of his neck, until finally, he feels Levi nod his head in agreement. As promised, Erwin relaxes his hold on Levi’s delicate wrists and guides his arms to rest at his side. He waits a beat after releasing Levi from his grip. When he’s sure that he's knocked the fight out of him, Erwin leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, still stuffed full of white linen.
“My sweet Levi,” Erwin coos, “you can be so good when you want to be.”
Levi’s stomach twists, ashamed at how much Erwin’s praise affects him as his cock throbs painfully. He watches with wide eyes as Erwin reaches for his gear straps and deftly unbuckles first the chest harness, then the waist belt. Brown leather and metal clatters to the ground before Erwin moves on to the buttons of Levi’s shirt. Levi stands still as a picture as Erwin peels back the fabric, still stained with blood and grime, baring the broad expanse of Levi’s well-formed chest, his skin as pale as the moon framed by the window behind Erwin’s desk. It’s cold in Erwin’s office without their usual fire roaring and Levi shivers as Erwin’s palms slide up his chest, over his shoulders. His shirt pools on the ground. Erwin’s hard-on is near insufferable, but he refuses to rush the moment and lets his gaze wander over the form of his little Captain and his sculpted chest, the hard plain of his stomach, the jut of his hips, that impossibly narrow waist.
“So lovely,” Erwin murmurs. The reverence in his voice makes Levi’s face burn hot, the pink blush spreading all the way down his neck and over his chest.
Erwin runs his calloused hand over Levi’s delicate skin, leaving a new trail of goosebumps in his wake. He can’t help himself, dropping his mouth to Levi’s shoulder, trailing feathery kisses down his chest, nipping at his sharp collarbone. He revels in each of Levi’s tiny, throaty gasps until his lips brush against the taut bud of Levi’s nipple. A gentle tug of his teeth earns a sharp, muffled cry. Levi doesn’t think as his back arches against the wall and his hands fly to Erwin’s hair. Erwin’s mouth is gone so suddenly it makes Levi’s head spin.
“Ah-ah, what did I say, Captain?” Erwin taunts and, in one swift motion, scoops both of Levi’s wrists up in one of his broad hands. Levi looks up at him, eyes narrowed in rage. Erwin just holds fast and tugs Levi’s arms straight up over his head, pinned to the wall. His free hand rises to Levi’s face, fingertips tracing the outline of his plump lower lip before suddenly yanking on his chin again. Surprised, Levi gasps around the cloth in his mouth, now truly threatening to choke him as it's grown heavy with his spit. The satisfied smirk that curls the corner of Erwin’s mouth back makes Levi’s cock twitch.
“What part of your order wasn’t clear, Levi?” Erwin asks in his stern Commander’s voice. “Is it really so hard to stay still?”
He releases Levi’s face and lets his hand travel the planes of Levi’s chest, over his ribs, down his stomach, each ribbon of muscle pulled taut with his arms stretched so high over his head. His shoulders and neck are already beginning to ache under the strain of Erwin’s hold. The discomfort emboldens him as he catches Erwin’s gaze. Levi’s viciousness recedes, replaced by haughty defiance, the need to prove that he can obey as he wills himself to stand perfectly straight. Erwin grins and ghosts his fingertips across the waistband of Levi’s trousers. Nimble fingers unbutton, unzip, tug and pull until Levi’s hard in Erwin’s hand, desperately trying not to fuck into his fist.
Erwin’s no fool, sees the storm of lust and want in Levi’s eyes as he teases him with a slow and steady pump of his fist, palming over the dripping head of Levi’s cock before engulfing his shaft in his massive hand. The current of pleasure is near overwhelming as Levi aches for release already. Pathetically, he thinks.
Erwin scans his face carefully but Levi refuses to give, keeping his eyes fiercely locked on Erwin’s even as a red flush stains his face and a sheen of sweat glistens on his chest. Erwin strokes again, spreading the precum dripping between his fingers, badly wanting to kiss Levi and feel him moan and pant into his mouth, but holding back in favor of watching his stubborn face.
In a moment of inspired wickedness, Erwin yanks up on Levi’s wrists and forces his arms up higher. The heels of Levi’s boots leave the ground. He shifts uncomfortably on his toes, adjusting to find his balance.
His arms must be killing him by now, Erwin knows, but Levi doesn’t yield in the slightest. It’s as impressive as it is maddening. With one hand still wrapped around his wrists and the other jerking his cock steadily, Erwin drops his mouth to the crook of Levi’s neck, softly blowing over his sweat-slicked skin. Levi shivers nearly imperceptibly but it’s enough to satisfy Erwin and tempt him into nipping at Levi’s skin, feeling the strain in the tendon of his neck under his tongue. His teeth sink in, careful at first, but when Levi’s cock twitches in his hand, he bites and sucks until Levi’s shallow breaths turn into little gasps and he lets his head fall back, thudding against the wall. Levi does his best not to writhe and twist, not sure if he’s trying to get out or get more, completely overwhelmed by Erwin’s hands, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. A strangled little cry pours out around the fabric in Levi’s mouth and Erwin smirks against Levi’s neck as he quickens the pace of his strokes. Not a moment later, hot cum gushes into Erwin’s hand, seeping between his fingers as every little bit of Levi’s body tenses and clenches.
Erwin slows but doesn’t stop, riding out each little aftershock until the waves of pleasure leave Levi whining, almost choking, his body growing slack under Erwin’s hold. Even as his cock begins to soften, Erwin continues to work him, sliding a cum-soaked palm over his head over and over again. It’s agonizing and Levi whines pitifully. Erwin finally lifts his head to admire the purple bruise blooming over Levi’s lily-white skin, the flame of possessiveness flaring deep within. His eyes trail up to catch Levi’s, wide and pleading as Erwin mercilessly continues to stimulate his spent cock. He watches carefully as Levi’s face twists in agony and then softens in pleasure as his dick perks up again and Levi’s hips buck against his hand, trying to fuck into his fist. Erwin decides to let the disobedience slide.
“See, my love,” he murmurs, lips hovering just above Levi’s. “You’re so good for me.”
Levi sighs as he grinds into Erwin’s fist and then groans in relief as Erwin pulls his arms down, both of his thin wrists still clenched in a stupidly big hand. Levi’s feet settle back on the floor. He slumps against the wall as the burning pain in his shoulders recedes. His body is so full of conflicting feelings that it makes him fucking dizzy. He shuts his eyes tightly and focuses on the glide of Erwin’s touch over his cock, then gasps sharply, desperately, when Erwin’s hand is suddenly gone. Grey eyes flash open and shoot daggers at Erwin as he tips Levi’s chin up again, running his thumb over Levi’s bottom lip. A trail of Levi’s cum is left behind in the wake of his caress.
“Oops,” Erwin feigns, continuing to stroke Levi slowly. “Sorry, love. Let me get that for you.”
Levi’s brows furrow as Erwin’s thumb sweeps over his bottom lip again, shoving its way through into his mouth and hooking into the kerchief. He pulls it out in one rough tug, leaving Levi gasping and his jaw sore.
The newfound freedom is disorienting. Erwin takes full advantage, grasps his jaw and turns Levi’s face towards him. He uses the kerchief, wet with Levi’s spit, to wipe the smear of cum away from his face before cleaning his own hands. Levi’s cock still aches from the sudden loss of contact and though he knows he’s now free to speak, free to move, he stays right where he is.
Erwin’s eyes roam over his disheveled hair, his sweet, sweaty face, still marred with dirt and grime, the dark splotch that Erwin’s mouth left on his neck, his red, hard, overworked cock. Erwin had all but forgotten about his own hardness, enraptured by taunting and teasing Levi, drinking in each of the sweet little sounds he made… he’s painfully aware of his need for release and wastes no time surging forward, cupping Levi’s face in his hands and pressing his mouth to his in a consuming kiss, teeth and tongues clashing painfully.
Levi stretches up on his toes and Erwin bends down to reach the tiny figure still pressed against the wall. Levi’s hands snake between their bodies and Erwin groans as clever fingers untuck his shirt, open his belt and unbutton his trousers before freeing him. Levi gasps as he fists Erwin’s thick width the best he can, smearing precum down his fucking tree trunk of a cock and stroking quickly, twisting his wrist at the top and squeezing at the base like he knows Erwin likes, bringing him dangerously close to release. Erwin’s breath is hot against his mouth as he breaks away from their kiss. Levi chases and nips at his bottom lip but Erwin’s hands gently push Levi back and knock his hand away from its task.
“Not yet,” he breathes. “We’re not done here.”
He reaches for the buckle on the leather strap straining across his chest. Levi’s eyes glitter as he makes quick work of the buttons of Erwin’s uniform shirt, working together to push it all off in a tangle on the floor. Levi’s hands pull Erwin close and he presses his lips to his sternum, trailing his tongue across the golden, freckled skin of his chest, closing his lips around a nipple. Erwin moans and Levi’s fingers close around his cock again. Levi’s back hits the wall so quickly that his breath is knocked out of him for a moment.
“Tch,” Erwin tuts. “Do I need to send you to the infirmary to have your hearing checked?”
Erwin whips his belt out of the loops so quickly, the air between them whooshes and before Levi can register his intentions, Erwin’s scooping his wrists up again in one hand. The other hand wraps the well-worn brown leather around them and threads one end of the belt through the loops, pulling harshly to make a tight knot. With Levi’s hands bound in front of him, Erwin smiles down like the devil and reaches out to stroke Levi’s cheek with the back of his fingertips.
“Are you ready to listen, brat? ”
Levi’s cock strains so hard he can feel the precum pooling and the drips that glide down his length and his inner thigh. He nods. Erwin rewards him with a soft, slow, kiss. Then, strong hands push down on Levi’s shoulders, forcing him to drop to his knees gracelessly.
“Mouth open,” Erwin demands.
Levi parts his lips and lets his tongue loll forward. Glossy grey eyes peer up through thick black lashes. Erwin flushes at the sight, braces himself with one hand on the wall behind Levi and the other wrapped around the base of his cock.
He guides himself to Levi’s waiting mouth, groans, delighted, as he watches Levi’s mouth strain to accommodate him.
For his part, Levi breathes deeply, willing his throat to relax as Erwin inches past his lips, slides over his tongue and the rounded head of his cock bumps the back of his throat. He’s not even all the way in and Levi’s belly tenses as his ass tenses, his body’s muscle memory recalling the impossible stretch of Erwin’s imposing cock inside of his own meager frame.
Erwin’s head drops back and he lets out a low, throaty noise as he slides himself back out slowly, a momentary reprieve before his hips snap forward and he thrusts against the back of Levi’s throat again. Levi’s eyes water instantly but he opens his jaw wider and bobs his head, straining to take more of Erwin, jamming the head of his cock so far down his throat that he’s sure he’ll be in no condition to call out orders in the training yard tomorrow.
Levi pulls back just enough to give Erwin room to thrust into his mouth again and they fall into an unfaltering pace. Erwin looks down, utterly enthralled, as his hands slide into Levi’s hair and guide the bobbing of his head. He tugs harshly at the roots as Levi sputters and drools around his length. The vibration in the back of Levi’s throat as he moans almost sends Erwin over the edge and he pulls himself out with no further ado, reaching down to grab the leather wrapped around Levi’s wrists and haul him back up to standing.
With his arms wrapped around Levi’s waist, he forces him back against the wall again, then pushes him up, uses the wall to anchor most of Levi’s weight. With careful maneuvering, Levi loops his bound arms around Erwin’s neck, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Erwin’s cock presses against Levi’s supple ass, smearing his skin with spit and precum. Levi grinds his hips against Erwin’s, seeking out the friction of their bodies moving together with his own erection trapped in between them.
Erwin carefully shifts his hold on Levi to carry him in one hand, tipping him back against the wall as he separates from their kiss. Levi’s mouth tries to follow again but instead, two of Erwin’s fingers slip past his lips. He immediately closes his mouth around them, licking and sucking until Erwin is satisfied and slides them back out soaked in Levi’s spit. Erwin dips forward to catch Levi’s lips in his again and kisses him sweetly, slowly, almost chaste, as his hand slips underneath Levi’s thigh.
Erwin breaks their kiss again just to pull back and watch the pleasure wash over Levi's face as his spit-slick fingertips circle his entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” Levi gasps, hoarse from Erwin's cock having been lodged at the back of his throat.
Erwin's thick digits hover there for a long moment, teasing and awful. Levi squirms, bucks, huffs in desperate frustration until Erwin's finger finally breaks him open and sinks into unyielding heat.
Erwin’s cock twitches impatiently but he slowly pumps in and out, not pushing past the first knuckle of his finger until he feels Levi’s body begin to surrender around his touch. When Levi’s eyelids flutter closed and his head falls back, Erwin drops his mouth to Levi’s throat, feathering him with kisses before sliding his finger the rest of the way in. The stretch is already staggering and Levi curses Erwin’s stupidly big hands and his stupidly big dick as he grinds down in search of more.
“Fuck, Erwin, please,” he pants, and the wall that Levi built between them crumbles.
Powerless to deny him, Erwin slides out of Levi and secures his arms around his waist again. Levi whines at the loss but doesn’t have time to voice his complaint before Erwin pulls him off the wall, crushing Levi to his chest as he walks them both across the office and through the door to Erwin’s bedroom. Levi mouths at Erwin’s jaw, tugs his earlobe with his teeth, the leather keeping his hands bound digging into the back of Erwin’s neck as Levi pulls him closer. Erwin struggles to focus on the task at hand, keeping a steady grip on Levi in his arms and sitting on the edge of the bed next to the nightstand. He pulls the drawer open with so much force that the lamp falls over and maybe he hears the sound of shattering glass but all he can think about is finding the little vial of oil and twisting the cap off while Levi settles himself around him, ass in Erwin’s lap and legs wrapped soundly around his waist. Erwin quickly coats his fingers in oil as Levi digs his heels into his back and sinks his teeth into his shoulder.
“C’mon, fucking hurry,” he whines against Erwin’s skin
Erwin doesn’t need to be told twice and swiftly replaces his finger in Levi’s tight ass, moaning as he feels Levi’s body welcome him in. He sinks in all the way to the last knuckle, works his finger against Levi's walls until the muscle is soft and Levi impatiently rocks himself back onto Erwin.
“'Win," he breathes, “Fuck, more, please, gimme more.”
Erwin pulls out and pushes back in with a second finger. Levi’s back arches, his head drops back between his shoulder blades, presenting his throat to Erwin like a gift. Erwin licks a slow, long stripe all the way from the hollow of his throat to the edge of his jaw, slowly pumping and scissoring his fingers inside Levi, who squirms and fucks himself back on Erwin’s hand, his body already begging for more of what it knows is coming.
When Erwin adds a third, Levi stills, finally challenged by the sting and fullness. A warm coil of satisfaction snakes itself through Erwin's groin as he works right through the tension.
"Come on, sweetheart," he says, saccharine and syrupy. "You can take it. You've taken more of me before."
Levi makes a choked noise, lets his head drop onto Erwin’s shoulder, buries his face into the crook of his neck. Erwin’s free arm wraps around his back, his big hand cupping the back of Levi’s head and holding him close. Levi sinks into the circle of Erwin’s arms, his bound hands hanging limply behind Erwin’s neck. He can feel the pulse in Erwin’s neck beating fast and hard against his cheek as each stroke of Erwin’s fingers inside him lights a tiny fire deep in his core. The flames of pleasure are stoked higher as Erwin curls his fingertips, seeking out that sweet spot in Levi that makes him cry out and arch his back. His cock drips and leaks between their stomachs as Erwin fucks him open and curls his fingers just so until Levi can’t fucking take it anymore. His thighs tense and tremble, nails digging into Erwin’s back and pricking his skin in angry, red crescents. The pressure is immediate and overwhelming and Erwin feels Levi’s ass clench around his fingers as he presses hard against just the right spot inside him. A moment later, a warm current of cum floods against his stomach.
“Levi,” Erwin sighs, rasping and guttural. “Fuck, that’s it, love. Fucking cum for me again, my love.”
Levi moans, a gurgling, wet sound from the back of his throat and before he even reaches the last gush of his release, Erwin is pulling his fingers out of him and rolling him over, flattening Levi’s back to the mattress. He threads his head through the loop of Levi’s arms as his bound hands are still clamped around his neck and sets to work pulling off their boots and straps and trousers. Levi watches with desperate impatience until Erwin kneels back on the bed between his spread knees, grabbing Levi by the waist and hiking him up until Levi’s ass is resting on his massive thighs. Levi yelps in surprise at the urgency of Erwin’s movements but parts his thighs eagerly to accommodate him. Erwin doesn't move, not quite yet, sitting back to the admire his handiwork. Levi, splayed before him, the hungry practically pouring out of him, intoxicating. Levi holds his arms in front of his chest, tied up, awkward, and forces his eyes open to gaze up at Erwin, finding his sparkling blue eyes staring back through the strands of golden blonde hair that have fallen over his forehead. Erwin holds his gaze and reaches for his own cock, slicking himself with oil before lining himself up with Levi’s entrance. The moment the head of Erwin’s dripping cock presses against him, Levi closes his eyes and turns his head down to his shoulder, pulling his tied hands up in front of his face. Erwin reaches for the leather belt and tugs Levi’s hands down.
“Levi, look at me.”
The command is softened by the warm tenderness in Erwin’s voice. Levi does as he’s told. His long, matted eyelashes flutter upon and glassy grey eyes find Erwin’s again.
“Don’t hide from me, darling,” he murmurs, pressing the head of his cock into the waiting warmth of Levi’s body. “Let me watch you cum for me again.”
Levi’s eyes widen and his stomach clenches. He’s spent, certain he can’t cum again, but as Erwin slowly pushes his way in, he feels the electric current running up his spine, sparks bursting with every inch until he’s filled to the brim, his body straining against the intrusion. The pressure is indescribable, threatening to split him apart or swallow him whole, but he can’t help but roll his hips down, egging Erwin on with the need to feel him move inside him.
“That’s it, my love,” Erwin encourages him. “You take me so well, Levi. You’re so fucking good for me.”
Levi flushes but rolls his hips up to meet Erwin’s next thrust as he crashes down on him roughly. Levi cries out again as he feels Erwin’s cock impossibly deep in himself. They fall into a vicious rhythm as Erwin feels Levi’s tightness constrict around him with each pump, grasping, encouraging. Erwin fucks into him with the full force of his hips and reaches for the belt binding Levi’s hands together. He uses it for leverage, pulling Levi down onto his cock with each thrust until he feels Levi give up on trying to match his pace and he lets himself go slack in Erwin’s hold. He fights to keep his eyes open as he gives himself over to wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure. As glassy, silver eyes peer up at him, Erwin feels his own imminent release about to crash down. He wants to prolong it, ride this out for as long as he can, revel in the impossibly hot vice grip of Levi’s ass stretched around him, watch as each pump of his hips rustle the inky black hair falling back from Levi’s flushed face, but he knows he’s a goner as each of Levi’s unguarded moans edge him closer to the brink. A man of his word, Erwin fists Levi’s swollen cock again and groans in delight as Levi cries out, sharp and echoing in the silence around them. He strokes Levi in time with the movement of his hips, his other hand still holding fast to the belt looped around Levi’s wrists. Levi’s brows knot together as his mouth falls open and his eyes go hopelessly wide.
“Erwin! Fuck! What the fuck! ” Levi’s voice calls out at an octave Erwin’s sure he’s never heard before.
Beads of sweat pool at Levi’s temple and Erwin can feel his legs shaking, see the muscles of his abdomen pull taut as a clear stream of not-quite-cum leaks from his aching cock. Levi lets out a trembling sob as the bliss of orgasm becomes devastating, overwhelming, torturous.
“Oh fuck, Erwin , fucking hell, stop , ple- AH!”
Erwin’s climax chases Levi’s not a beat later and silences the desperate plea. Erwin groans, deep and rumbling, and Levi can feel it vibrate his whole body as the surge of Erwin’s orgasm fills him up, hot, familiar, and comforting. Erwin releases his hold on the belt binding Levi’s hands together and immediately sets to work releasing him. As soon as Levi’s hands are free, he reaches for Erwin and pulls him down across his chest, his arms wrapping around Erwin’s shoulders as he settles himself on top of Levi, mindful to keep his weight supported on his forearms. Their thumping hearts meet as Erwin’s lips find Levi’s for a long, slow kiss. Levi’s mouth parts under him and with each swipe of Levi’s tongue, Erwin can taste his forgiveness, his apology, and does his best to return it with the feeling he knows he can't deny, hoping that he can will Levi to feel it, too.
Delicate hands weave into Erwin’s sweat-soaked hair. Levi hold his face close as their lips and tongues languidly move against each other. It’s Levi who breaks away first with another gentle tug of Erwin’s hair, prompting Erwin to pull back to look at him. Levi’s eyes are wet and red again, unshed tears matting his long, black lashes. A surge of something akin to heartbreak floods Erwin as he feels the telltale sting behind his own eyes.
“Erwin,” Levi says softly, hardly more than a breath. “You almost died today.”
His hand comes to rest on Erwin’s cheek, already rough with stubble. Erwin covers it with his own and presses Levi’s palm firmly against him.
“I almost died today,” he concedes.
The silence that falls between them is heavy with all the words neither of them have dared to speak since the first night Erwin took Levi to his bed. He wants to say them now, but something about the look in Levi’s eyes tells him not to, tells him that Levi knows. The selfish part of Erwin wants to say it just to see what Levi will do with it, desperate as he is to hear it back. But he knows Levi feels it, too. If he didn’t, Erwin wouldn’t be here with him, still buried deep inside him, in his quarters that are sure to smell like lemons and vinegar for the days to come. Erwin knows. Of course he does. But he’s greedy, and can’t let the moment pass without saying something.
“You’re so beautiful like this, you know,” he says, pushing Levi’s hair back from his forehead. Levi rolls his eyes and turns his face away, just as Erwin knew he would.
"Like what?" Levi asks, droll, avoiding Erwin's eye.
“I mean it, my love," he insists. The sentiment remains another fragile, unspoken thing between them.
It’s the closest he dares get to revealing the depth of his feelings. And Levi’s willingness to accept the pet name is as close as he’ll get to returning it, Erwin knows.
“I need a fucking bath,” Levi answers, crossing his arms over his bare, sweaty chest.
Erwin chuckles and doesn’t miss the smile that Levi tries to hide as he turns his face to the pillows.
“A bath is certainly in order,” Erwin agrees, and slowly, carefully, pulls his softening cock out of Levi.
Levi rolls over onto his side to avoid the linens that will need to be changed before they go to sleep. Erwin presses a kiss to his temple that Levi pretends to hate and pads to the bathroom, immediately turning the tap to fill the basin of the tub. Levi dozes off as the humid steam wafts into the bedroom, carrying the scent of the richly fragranced soap that Erwin brings back for him from Mitras. Erwin stands in the doorway that separates the bedroom from the washroom and watches the slumbering figure of his Captain. His Levi. The vulnerable Levi that’s burdened with so much tenderness that he doesn't know what to do with it. Erwin knows he'll shoulder the weight of Levi's quiet devotion until his dying day. And that he'll love him well beyond then.