It could be that those soothing touches are what signal to his ever vigilant brain that he's with someone and somewhere safe enough to fall asleep, rather than the entirety of his back. There might be sensitive places there even Levi isn't aware of yet - many of those, in fact, have yet to be discovered.
Erwin's fingertips feel good against his skin, leaving tingling trails in their wake as they explore. But when his hand moves lower before Levi's even finished with the buttons on his shirt (and thus interrupting his progress), he flicks Erwin a faintly exasperated glare.
"Impatient, aren't you?" he mutters, gently pushing him away, redirecting the hand to his waist so he can finish with the last few fastenings unimpeded. It seems he isn't quite ready for that, yet.
Shirt finally finished, Levi slips his hands under the edges of the fabric, pressing palms and fingertips to heated skin. They've seen one another before more than once, but deliberately touching like this has happened comparatively little. He explores the planes of Erwin's stomach, softer now than when he first arrived, and Levi thinks that's OK - there's plenty of strength in him yet, and he probably eats and sleeps better than he has in years. Good.
His fingers find scars, tracing around their edges, sliding over a nipple and tracing to his heart. Here he pauses, left hand splayed wide as though he can feel Erwin's heart beating blood through his veins. Alive, strong, healthy. The gold band on his finger is warmed by the heat of their skin, glinting in the lamplight. In that moment it all feels so fucking surreal again, an impossible dream that he would inevitably wake up from like that vision in the Labyrinth. Perhaps that's why he struggles to believe it at times, because they've tried to bring that dream into this reality, such as it is, and for the most part, it's working. All they have here is time, and in the end, that's all he'd asked for.
But surely, it's too good to be true. It always is, because he can never hold onto anything or anyone. He can't protect anyone except himself, and they'll all slip through his fingers one by one until--
No. Not now.
He's careful not to show any of his thoughts on his face, because Erwin can read him too fucking well sometimes, and Levi doesn't want either of them to be distracted by the intrusive thoughts that invade his mind nearly every day.
Instead he shifts back a little further on his lap, retrieving his hand with his own to raise it to his lips and press a soft kiss to his knuckles. Then, a gentle tug.
"Sit up." Time to lose the rest of the shirt, sir.
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Erwin's fingertips feel good against his skin, leaving tingling trails in their wake as they explore. But when his hand moves lower before Levi's even finished with the buttons on his shirt (and thus interrupting his progress), he flicks Erwin a faintly exasperated glare.
"Impatient, aren't you?" he mutters, gently pushing him away, redirecting the hand to his waist so he can finish with the last few fastenings unimpeded. It seems he isn't quite ready for that, yet.
Shirt finally finished, Levi slips his hands under the edges of the fabric, pressing palms and fingertips to heated skin. They've seen one another before more than once, but deliberately touching like this has happened comparatively little. He explores the planes of Erwin's stomach, softer now than when he first arrived, and Levi thinks that's OK - there's plenty of strength in him yet, and he probably eats and sleeps better than he has in years. Good.
His fingers find scars, tracing around their edges, sliding over a nipple and tracing to his heart. Here he pauses, left hand splayed wide as though he can feel Erwin's heart beating blood through his veins. Alive, strong, healthy. The gold band on his finger is warmed by the heat of their skin, glinting in the lamplight. In that moment it all feels so fucking surreal again, an impossible dream that he would inevitably wake up from like that vision in the Labyrinth. Perhaps that's why he struggles to believe it at times, because they've tried to bring that dream into this reality, such as it is, and for the most part, it's working. All they have here is time, and in the end, that's all he'd asked for.
But surely, it's too good to be true. It always is, because he can never hold onto anything or anyone. He can't protect anyone except himself, and they'll all slip through his fingers one by one until--
No. Not now.
He's careful not to show any of his thoughts on his face, because Erwin can read him too fucking well sometimes, and Levi doesn't want either of them to be distracted by the intrusive thoughts that invade his mind nearly every day.
Instead he shifts back a little further on his lap, retrieving his hand with his own to raise it to his lips and press a soft kiss to his knuckles. Then, a gentle tug.
"Sit up." Time to lose the rest of the shirt, sir.