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"Stay."
Erwin closes the door to his bedroom and locks it, not glancing over his shoulder to see if Levi is standing where he placed him. He doesn’t need to. Levi’s trust, hard-fought and hard-won, is absolute.
When he turns, Levi is standing before the mirror, bare-footed, the straps of his gear cutting slashes across the white of his clothing. He glances at Erwin, lip lifting in a sneer that fades and dies as Erwin steps behind him and hooks his fingers through the rings they installed at the back of Levi’s gear, hidden by the jackets: rings only they know the purpose of.
A red flush rides high on Levi’s sharp features, and he leans back into Erwin’s body as Erwin unbuckles the straps, lets them fall to the floor.
"Do you know what I want to do to you, after that stunt you pulled?" Erwin’s whisper is loud in the silence. He flicks open the buttons of Levi’s shirt, pulls it down to entrap his corporal’s arms.
"Got some idea."
Erwin reaches up, fists a hand in Levi’s hair, and pulls his head to the side, voice a heated wash across Levi’s ear. “I’d throw you across my desk, strap you down so you couldn’t move, couldn’t kick; you’d just have to lie there while I open you up.” With his other hand, he slides down over Levi’s narrow chest, trembling, slips into Levi’s trousers, cups the half-hard jut of his cock.
Levi’s eyes are blue flames. He trembles with each curl of Erwin’s breath.
He cants his hips forward in request, and Erwin denies him, lets his hand drift around to lift one cheek, hard with muscle. “Because for all that everyone fears you, everyone thinks you’re so controlled, only I know what you need.” His hand slips into that dark crevice. The drag of a thumb over that tiny furl of muscle, dry friction, Erwin suppressing a groan as Levi’s body clutches at him.
Levi snarls. “And what do I need?”
Erwin strikes, gets his teeth about the straining line of one tendon and worries that skin until it flushes beautiful red: not long, with Levi’s coloring.
Levi’s knees buckle. He sinks, back, down, trusting Erwin to hold him up.
"You, my infuriating heart, need to be fucked, hard, and long, and by someone who knows just what you are: a needy, wanton little thing, too consumed in his pride to give in," he says, low, rasping, and as he lets his thumb sink into that clinging heat, just a little, he slides his thigh between Levi’s.
Levi jerks up onto his toes, can’t not, hips rocking as he chases completion. His body flutters around Erwin’s finger. His heart beats fast and hard against Erwin’s lips as he strains, pressing himself down onto Erwin’s hard thigh, grunting, whining-
"Look at yourself," Erwin whispers, and Levi, helpless, does.
Erwin draws away, leaves Levi wanting, flushed, and Levi, trusting him even in this, only snarls curses twice.