The words seem to alight onto his skin as Erwin speaks, written in the low, velvet tone of his voice. It prickles pleasurably along his spine, tingling at the base of his neck and out to his fingertips and he presses them in harder where they hold. Warm breath caresses against his ear, spirals over his neck and a shiver flutters down his back, unfurling like wings.
They're pressed so close now, chest to chest, heart to heart, and as Erwin holds him with just one arm, Levi could almost swear he can feel the other curling around his back, enveloping him in their whole embrace. He has never known a place safer or more peaceful than this.
Although perhaps a bit less peaceful now, as everything together seems to set his senses alight in a way he's never experienced before, had only had a faint inkling of in the kitchen earlier when Erwin had set lips to his throat. Heat seems to ripple into his veins like fire catching kindling, and as Erwin finishes the poem Levi exhales a low, shuddering breath. Moon fires in his throat indeed.
I made you, he'd said, and Levi feels his heart answer: you did. This is the man who had taken him out of the darkness and gave him sunlight. This is the man who had looked at him and had seen more than a gutter rat and a criminal and given him real purpose, who could envision a future Levi couldn't even begin to comprehend but could do nothing but be compelled to follow. This is the man who gave him a place and acceptance and, unfathomably, love.
His breaths come a little heavier now, thighs flexing as he seems to try to press even closer, molding himself against Erwin as though he could be taken made into him that way. Cheek to cheek, he turns his head just enough to make sure his lips are at Erwin's ear in in response.
"Not bad," he breathes, his voice rougher than before, "husband."
Hot kisses follow, trailing along Erwin's jaw back to his lips. Levi's not any more hurried than before, but there's a distinct increase in pressure and heat that's never been previously present.
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They're pressed so close now, chest to chest, heart to heart, and as Erwin holds him with just one arm, Levi could almost swear he can feel the other curling around his back, enveloping him in their whole embrace. He has never known a place safer or more peaceful than this.
Although perhaps a bit less peaceful now, as everything together seems to set his senses alight in a way he's never experienced before, had only had a faint inkling of in the kitchen earlier when Erwin had set lips to his throat. Heat seems to ripple into his veins like fire catching kindling, and as Erwin finishes the poem Levi exhales a low, shuddering breath. Moon fires in his throat indeed.
I made you, he'd said, and Levi feels his heart answer: you did. This is the man who had taken him out of the darkness and gave him sunlight. This is the man who had looked at him and had seen more than a gutter rat and a criminal and given him real purpose, who could envision a future Levi couldn't even begin to comprehend but could do nothing but be compelled to follow. This is the man who gave him a place and acceptance and, unfathomably, love.
His breaths come a little heavier now, thighs flexing as he seems to try to press even closer, molding himself against Erwin as though he could be taken made into him that way. Cheek to cheek, he turns his head just enough to make sure his lips are at Erwin's ear in in response.
"Not bad," he breathes, his voice rougher than before, "husband."
Hot kisses follow, trailing along Erwin's jaw back to his lips. Levi's not any more hurried than before, but there's a distinct increase in pressure and heat that's never been previously present.
It's probably safe to say that he liked it.