When Levi's hand reaches his right shoulder and pauses, Erwin moves with it, helping Levi push his shirt off his shoulder. He's not embarrassed of his stump; not here, not with Levi. When they're together like this, Erwin swears he can feel his vanished arm, like nothing ever happened to it, and he wraps it around Levi's back. He knows it's an illusion and it's something his mind has conjured on its own, but it still feels like it's there.

Levi slides onto his lap and Erwin groans softly against his lips; Levi is putting pressure on his cock again and the weight is immense and teasing. He keeps his own hips still, though; Levi wants to lead the charge today, and Erwin is letting him. He's doing wonderfully so far--the man has a real knack for edging, it turns out--and Erwin is going to see where this all leads.

He laughs when Levi asks for a poem, breathy and disbelieving, and slides his hand from Levi's cheek to behind his head. Erwin moves so that his mouth is beside Levi's ear, and whispers into it.

"Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
meet
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love your flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me."

It's a new poem he read here, and memorised immediately. He hopes Levi likes it.