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They had been attending classes together for a couple of months now. Although jumping into things was tempting and even though Levi absolutely adored the way intricate bonds would decorate the blonde’s skin, sometimes mere simplicity did it for them; only Erwin’s wrists were tied. At first, they were both convinced bringing kink into the conversation was only to spice up their sex life, but as time went by and the more experienced they became, both men had realized it was just something they both naturally craved and enjoyed. Erwin's mind was still entirely present. He looked at his phone, plugged into the wall, charging. He wondered if he had forgotten to put it on silent mode before realizing it did not really matter.
Darlin' <3
u home already?
You
Yes, I'm about to make noodles~! Torn between vegetable or chicken soup, tho <:c what would you like?
Darlin' <3
veggies sound good. im home in 30 mins. make tea?
You
Of course, baby! See you then <3
Darlin' <3
oh, also… remember what we talked about yesterday?
You
How could I forget? LOL. I love you!
Darlin' <3
love u too. wanna do it tonight?
You
That sounds exciting!!! Talk about it more during lunch?
Darlin' <3
ofc, baby. be okay if i asked u to start touching urself now?
You
That's bold, haha! Anything for you, sweetheart :)
Darlin' <3
its part of the game, no?
You
image attached
Thinking about you
Darlin' <3
omg erwin istg, im still at work u know. my boss almost fckng saw ur dick.
You
Sorry, baby! <3
Darlin' <3
remember, u can stop at any time. if its too much, call me n ill make up an excuse to talk to u. ly <3
You
Lyt <3 get home soon!
In retrospect, maybe Erwin was afraid of having control taken away from him. Perhaps Levi thought that, because he was the smaller of the two, he should have been the one on the bottom. It must have been a mix of societal expectations, their upbringings and their environments reinforced that belief. It is difficult to blame them for it, however; most adult media portrays smaller men getting manhandled by bigger ones. The first time they had tried anything of the sort, Levi had used his safeword fairly quickly. It was not that Erwin had done anything wrong - the shorter just never felt truly comfortable in bondage. The second time, Erwin had used it, instead. He had only spanked Levi twice, and while comforting his guilty sadist, the younger swore: "It wasn't even that hard, big guy," but who was Levi to say how much Erwin could give?
So, during one of their afternoon tea sessions (or as Erwin called them, Levi's Twitter rants), the bottom had listened to what his top explained to him and suddenly disagreed.
"Look, babe, that's only half the spectrum and not a representation of real people and their needs. The porn industry thrives off of such expectations. Shit-stick producers probably couldn't tell a fake from a real orgasm, anyway." Granted, he did not say it like that word for word, and instead of getting to his point immediately, he had held a twenty minute lecture about piracy and ethical porn consumption, concluding with a: "This is why I watch hentai instead; at least the poor animators drawing that shit get actual crumbs on their plate to eat."
No matter, his boyfriend listened. He always did.
"What I'm trying to say is, if you don't want to top me or beat the shit out of me or dominate me or fucking whatever? Okay, fine. We tried it and it didn't work. I get it. That's fine. But, if you're comfortable with the idea of giving that control over to me?" he sipped the already cold tea for dramatic effect. "I'm down for that, Erwin."
"Is this too tight? Color?" Levi whispered as gently as he possibly could. He knew his place.
"No, it's perfect. Green, keep going."
Erwin was the shy one during the negotiations, much different than how he presented himself to the outside world. "Remember, don't be too loud... Okay?"
The raven smiled and kissed his cheek. "Of course." For a moment, he wanted to move on to the next thing he had in mind, but quickly backtracked after realizing what he said. "I’d… never push you, you know?"
"No, no, I know!" his soulmate chuckled. "I appreciate you. Levi?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't think I'm comparing you with my father or something, okay? I don't want you to…" Erwin didn't have time to finish his sentence.
"Don't be silly. It's just a boundary," the response was prompt.
The shorter one lacked vocabulary. He wanted to acknowledge Erwin’s insecurities - explain he did not need to justify such things - but his upbringing was just as heavy, never a chance to have these kinds of conversations. Thinking now, it is the first time they had ever had the time for such exploration; sometimes, things were not said perfectly, but at least they were said.
Both took a few moments to trade touches, simple greetings of fingertips against each other, before Erwin continued: "You said you wanted to 'worship' me?"
Levi chuckled: "Would you be fine with that?"
The affirmation brought him immense euphoria; Levi is thinking about messing up all of the gorgeous beauty kneeling in front of him. With Erwin's bonds still in his right hand, the left trails up, caressing the back muscles under it. Although this position was alluring, Levi still wants them to see each other's faces, so he crawls around the man to face him, releasing the rest of his body. He let his eyes wander for a while, settling his fingers on his lover's shoulders, and just for a second, it felt like they had just met for the first time all over again. As if they were teenagers, fresh into college, exploring and tip-toeing around each other, taking note of any hidden treasures and experiences they find and secretly stashing it in that compartment of memories one forgets last as the brain deteriorates; one way or another.
Levi raises Erwin's chin slightly, then settles his hand around the bigger's throat. He pulls, they kiss, eyes closed. Erwin feels himself falling again and Levi joins his descent.
Darlin' <3
almost home. u ok? remember, don't cum.
You
Tea's finished. I know, baby. It's hard, especially without you here <3
Darlin' <3
i know. be a good boy for me. im almost at my stop, ok? <3
You
I'll be good! Miss you :)
Darlin' <3
5 mins. u can stop now, need u calm during our talk. and lunch.
You
I need you, baby
Darlin' <3
i know, need u too. set the table, be good, and ill make u feel good tonight. sound good?
You
Yes, I love you!
Darlin' <3
i love u too. go.
"I know you can't take much pain," Levi stated. "Are you sure?"
"Just a little bit. Don't draw blood or anything…" Reluctance is painted all over Erwin’s face, but he had shot down any hint of it from the other. His curiosity was too strong to ignore.
"As if," Levi snorted. The subtlest of smiles curled his lips upwards; the kind only reserved for his beloved.
"I'm just saying! I just think it's…" a blush crept up. It felt embarrassing to say it, and that shame was exactly what pleased the other.
"I won't do it if you don't admit it," Levi teased.
"It's… sexy… a little bit…" The words were stumbled upon. That man always lost some coherence while flustered; not that anyone else knew that.
"Yeah? Like this?" Lips found the way to his victim's neck, biting lightly and quickly, just to test it out. Instead of pulling away, the blonde cupped his face in his hands, covering up.
"Levi, that's…! Yes, kind of like that. You embarrass me," the older man exclaimed, drawing out a rare giggle from Levi’s throat.
"Fucking love you.." Only a reminder, lips now trailing down the chin. Hands touching, feeling, taking everything in. He needed to sense everything. The warm skin, the smell of it, the taste… Levi had always preferred gentler smells on himself, maybe spiced with cinnamon or vanilla; yet he would be lying if denying one of the things that drew him to men like Erwin was the way men's cologne smelled. Sure, gendering soap of all things is far from his narrative, but there was something about traditionally masculine smells that made him want to devour. Ah; Levi's mind had gone on a tangent again and he realizes that in his spaced out head he had missed Erwin saying ‘I love you’ back. No matter - Levi knows it is not the last time he would have an opportunity to hear it tonight.
It is a strange thing - power exchange. Levi is right there, on his knees, biting hickeys down Erwin's chest. He is eager to please, yet he is also the one in control. The thought excites them both, yet none of them voice it.
"I'm not all that sure what you mean by it, baby," Erwin admitted.
"Just touching you, kissing you, things like that - but all over your body. I'm not sure why it's called worship, either," he tried to explain. A few seconds passed without anyone responding. He was worried. "Do you… not like that?"
"Oh, no, I was just thinking. That's fine with me," the other smiled. "It's kind of like you're treating me like…"
"Like a god?"
It was Erwin's turn to laugh. "Well, if you put it that way."
Levi shrugged. "I'm not religious…"
"I know."
Levi smirked up at him. "But if I was, I'm sure I'd praise you, baby."
A blush. "Don't say that…" Something about speaking such things feels wrong and uncomfortable, like it is forbidden to even think about them, and maybe it is the exact appeal of it; getting away with something bad, like stealing the last cookie.
"Why not? It's true," he licks his way up to Erwin's left nipple, wet saliva introducing the skin to the cold. "You know, if your cock was an altar, I could kneel in front of it for hours, praying." Levi sucks it in, teeth threateningly brushing around it, tongue flicking at the sensitive organ sending shocks of strange pleasure down the blonde’s spine.
A moan escaped Erwin's lips. "Levi, I'm sure that's offensive to some…" Yet he tugs at those ropes, and his back arches, illuminated by the golden sunlight daring to peek through translucent curtains.
"To hell with them. Color?"
"Green," his god speaks. Blasphemously, he enjoys it; feels the bite and shudders.
The table was set. Usually, Levi was the one cooking and cleaning. He would do it at work, too, since talking to customers was far from his strong suit, so instead, they had put him in charge of making the place look presentable and the coffee taste good. Maybe Erwin wanted to appease him for a change. Truthfully, he was itching to be told what to do for a couple of days now; making sure everything was already done by the time his angel was home secretly a desperate plea to just get things going faster. Unfortunately for him, Levi had a patience of steel - it was unfamiliar having it tested the moment that door opened. Uncharacteristically, Erwin was right there in the hallway, kneeling on the floor. His clothes were on, but the outline of his hard cock was showing through his trousers. The sight shatters Levi’s composed breaths, and his heart speeds up, a rare expression of shock changing his determined expression. Before he had even realized it, he had spent a moment too long standing in silence.
"Welcome home, baby," Erwin tried his best to tease, but all his mind can think about is getting to itch his cock once more, the final strokes necessary to bring him to climax, so his usually confident greeting lacked resolve.
"If I wasn't so hungry I'd tear you apart right now, you know," the barista took off his jacket, placing it neatly on a coat hanger. He took his boots off next. "What's with all this?" he motioned to the man below him.
"I need you," Erwin begged.
"We should eat and discuss it first," Levi scolded.
"We discussed yesterday…"
"I'd like to make sure. Also, I'm hungry," Levi shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about it, when it honestly took him a lot of restraint not to drag his lover to the bedroom right now, or just straight up ruin him in the hallway, but the word was final. To that, Erwin whined in desperate protest, which made his heart throb. "Baby, you're not quite here right now. You need to calm down. Let's eat first, okay? Come, get up." As much as it was a safety measure, that little devil loved it - making the deity wait.
"Don't devotees usually follow their god's word, not the other way around?" Erwin mocks playfully, a last ditch effort of showing resistance. He is nearly in his favorite headspace, but getting there tends to be a little scary - showing vulnerability is not always his strong suit.
"Hm. When do you hear of gods actually giving instructions?" Levi's hands massage Erwin's biceps, alternating between caressing them and squeezing. "It's always vague stories about morality, bound in old scriptures and shit…" he mouthed at the left shoulder, planting little kisses down the arm all the way to the fingers, finding his way back around to kneeling behind the man. In between those little gifts, he would let a couple of words out: "...and I've got… a pretty good book… right here… so if you'd mind… don't disturb me… while I'm reading."
The last gentle kiss is reserved for the ropes around those wrists. The rest, coming up the spine, dare to flash teeth now and then; just to keep the god on his toes. "Sinner," Erwin deems him.
"What did you say?" Levi teases, having made his way back up, now resting his chin on Erwin's right shoulder, breath tickling the ear.
"I'm telling you to repent. Make it up to me," the blonde bucks hips forward, dick begging for attention it is yet to receive. Just for good measure: "Please."
The devotee smirks. "I'll have you know, my lord, that I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you." His nose finds its way into that soft, voluminous hair, taking a deep breath just to savor the scent once again. "You're so cruel. It's high time you learned to beg forgiveness, too, don't you think? For a change."
It was the first time Erwin had asked Levi about gags. He was curious - the shorter one was never quite fond of them.
"Honestly, I'm not really sure," Levi answered. "I want to make sure we can communicate the entire time. I think that's why."
"There are other ways of communicating a safeword… Like tapping your shoulder three times; things like that. We establish that when I suck your…"
"Well, yeah, but still."
Erwin smiled and ran his hands through the dark hair on his chest, playing with it. "I won't ask for anything you're not comfortable with. I was just wondering why."
"Being able to hear your safeword is part of it, for sure. I’m not sure of much else."
Regardless, the other does not push.
It becomes a little clearer to him now. He adores Erwin's voice. Preventing the man from being able to talk was not just about safety or trust; Levi is a selfish person and he always gets what he wants. Tonight, as with every other night like this one, he wants to hear. "I think I'll take pity on my god if you promise to stop holding back those pretty noises, yeah?"
"I promise, sir," his god answers all too quickly.
Levi crawls around again, facing him. "Say your prayers."
"Ah… actually…?"
They were both a bit taken aback - the request had come out of nowhere, spawning slight miscommunication. "Oh, no… just… a figure of speech…" Confusion, but just for a second. "Fuck, to hell with you. Just keep talking to me," Levi leans down and licks a line up Erwin's suddenly twitching cock.
"Oh, fuck! Yes, okay…" Staying still was torturous, but Erwin tries harder than ever. "Please, keep going… Please, sir, I need you."
They had made their way over to the kitchen table. Levi was pleased with Erwin's work - everything was perfect. Luckily, as they ate their food, although the blonde was still needy, he slipped out of his submissive headspace just enough, so Levi was willing to talk. He did not want Erwin to agree to something uncomfortable to please him. They went over everything one more time, but Levi had another idea.
"I know I've edged you before and you liked it, but… Oh, how do I put this? I always let you come at the end. Don't you think it's a little predictable?"
"What are you getting at…?" Erwin did not like where this conversation was going.
"Well, what if, say, I let you come normally if you're good, but I ruined your orgasm if you disobeyed me?"
"I'm always good."
"You are. Still, it's a thrill."
Erwin thought for a moment. "I guess it gives me an incentive to try harder… I'm okay with that."
"Oh, and this time, if you come before I say you are allowed to, I'm not going to stop touching you, even when you're all sensitive…"
"Levi!"
"What?" Levi appeared puzzled, but knew exactly what he was doing. "It's a good idea. You have to be good."
"Goodness… that's nerve wracking."
"Do you want that, though? I'm not going to do it if you're uncomfortable."
"No, go ahead. It's a good idea."
The kisses placed on Erwin's dick could only keep him stimulated for so long. It seems Levi was set on making him beg for more, but it takes them both a while to figure that out. The devotee gets a little frustrated at the lack of the other's words, so he stops paying attention to his cock, choosing instead to kiss all around it. The stomach, the thighs - all placed dangerously close, yet too far for comfort.
"Levi…" Erwin whines, a begging tone, but also one of knowing - that little minx was toying with him too much.
"Nah," the straightforward denial feels like a brick right in the face. Levi pushes him onto his back, careful to let him free the legs from underneath; perfectly within the grasp. Pushing the left upwards, he trails kisses down the thigh next to the knee; Erwin can never tell whether the next would be a kiss or a bite. Levi seems to do it at random, keeping his god on edge, worried. At this point, he was kissing his ankle.
"If you make fun of me about this, I'm going to slit your throat," Levi warned.
"Uh… I wouldn't make fun of you…"
"You swear?"
Erwin wanted to laugh at him for his stubbornness sometimes, but he sensed this was not the time. "Yes, I swear."
"Okay, just…" he sighed. "Hypothetically, how do you feel about… like… feet?"
Erwin blinked. "Hypothetically?"
"If someone were to ask you, hey, I would like to kiss your feet, what would your response be?" Levi is not even holding eye contact, hands busy washing the dishes to perfection; a useless effort, as in that apartment, one could eat right off of the floor if they wanted.
The blonde hummed a gentle note, placing a finger on his chin in thought. Those stern, bushy eyebrows of his would have kept the barista on edge if he was looking in their direction. He had not expected the shorter one to be so apprehensive about opening up, but he assumes it comes from the same, hidden spot as Erwin’s own complexes; the assumption makes him feel a bit more at ease. In a way, they were on the exact same page. “I would tell them: ‘I don’t mind trying it at all. Do you need help with those dishes?’”
An annoyed tut sounds from behind Levi’s lips, eyes rolling within the sockets; that man really thought himself clever, huh? Fortunately, it was exactly what he loved about Erwin - the open mind with a wit. After a moment of silence, he admits it, though in his own way: “Yeah. You can dry them.”