A kiss is exactly what he wants. Something soft and grateful comes into his eyes as he leans into that hand and into that kiss, and it's the most perfect one they've shared, just as the next will be more perfect than this.
Had we but world and time enough
They have both. It isn't the world they know, but it's enough, and every day is likely more time than they'll ever have, which so often both feels like more than and never enough. But in this moment, it is.
Levi takes his time with the kiss, lets everything outside this room fall away as his hands press to Erwin's skin again, memorizing the sensation of his warmth and solidity. Sightlessly he retraces some paths he'd found before, palms shifting a little wider now to push fabric out of the way. But as his left hand comes up to Erwin's right shoulder, he pauses, waiting to see if Erwin will stop him and take over. If not, he'll continue, sliding the shirt and empty sleeve away to let it fall behind that broad back. The other hand will do the same, leaving the garment to hang from the crook of Erwin's elbow until he's ready to finish the rest.
All the while, Levi never stops kissing him. Soft, lingering meetings of lips, each like a little, unspoken promise. Only here. Only now. Only this.
Finished with his task, he shifts closer, neatly slotting their hips together. It's not possible to tell if there's any signs of physical interest in him just yet, but he settles his left hand at the side of Erwin's neck, fingertips sliding against the tingly softness of his undercut. Levi finally tears himself away from Erwin's lips long enough to trail his own up towards his ear and mutter lowly:
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Had we but world and time enough
They have both. It isn't the world they know, but it's enough, and every day is likely more time than they'll ever have, which so often both feels like more than and never enough. But in this moment, it is.
Levi takes his time with the kiss, lets everything outside this room fall away as his hands press to Erwin's skin again, memorizing the sensation of his warmth and solidity. Sightlessly he retraces some paths he'd found before, palms shifting a little wider now to push fabric out of the way. But as his left hand comes up to Erwin's right shoulder, he pauses, waiting to see if Erwin will stop him and take over. If not, he'll continue, sliding the shirt and empty sleeve away to let it fall behind that broad back. The other hand will do the same, leaving the garment to hang from the crook of Erwin's elbow until he's ready to finish the rest.
All the while, Levi never stops kissing him. Soft, lingering meetings of lips, each like a little, unspoken promise. Only here. Only now. Only this.
Finished with his task, he shifts closer, neatly slotting their hips together. It's not possible to tell if there's any signs of physical interest in him just yet, but he settles his left hand at the side of Erwin's neck, fingertips sliding against the tingly softness of his undercut. Levi finally tears himself away from Erwin's lips long enough to trail his own up towards his ear and mutter lowly:
"Tell me a poem, Erwin."