Levi has also more than likely told Erwin about his mother directly - it's not something he's ashamed of, for himself or for her; she'd done what she needed to to survive. As far as he's concerned, sex work is just another sort of occupation, one that some willingly choose and others do out of desperation, like other things. She had been an ordinary person; perhaps if she'd had a moment of awakening in the way that her son and brother did, she would still be alive, and things would be different...
He'll never know.
But wherever that heightened intuition came from, Levi feels it prickle just before Erwin moves suddenly and rolls them both over. He tenses, managing to fight off the instinct to dodge the grab of the arm around his waist because it's Erwin and there's no killing intent behind any of it. It still sends a jolt through his body, his pulse spiking, although from adrenaline or from arousal, it's impossible to say.
And for a few of those rapid heartbeats, Levi stares up at him in a quiet anticipation, back pressed to the soft mattress, legs pinned beneath Erwin's heavier weight. His hands are still flat against that broad chest, though not pushing away. Briefly, he wets his lips, mouth suddenly dry, waiting-
...and then warm lips are against his neck again, sending tendrils of pleasure all throughout his veins. A shuddering breath breaks free when Erwin's mouth passes over his pulse, fingertips pressing against warm skin before one hand finds its way into soft blonde hair, and his chin tilts upward in implicit permission for more. Dark eyelashes flutter against pale cheeks.
"Good-..." he manages, voice rough. Such a simple thing, yet it seems to be having quite the effect. "...about time."
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Date: 2023-11-21 08:59 pm (UTC)He'll never know.
But wherever that heightened intuition came from, Levi feels it prickle just before Erwin moves suddenly and rolls them both over. He tenses, managing to fight off the instinct to dodge the grab of the arm around his waist because it's Erwin and there's no killing intent behind any of it. It still sends a jolt through his body, his pulse spiking, although from adrenaline or from arousal, it's impossible to say.
And for a few of those rapid heartbeats, Levi stares up at him in a quiet anticipation, back pressed to the soft mattress, legs pinned beneath Erwin's heavier weight. His hands are still flat against that broad chest, though not pushing away. Briefly, he wets his lips, mouth suddenly dry, waiting-
...and then warm lips are against his neck again, sending tendrils of pleasure all throughout his veins. A shuddering breath breaks free when Erwin's mouth passes over his pulse, fingertips pressing against warm skin before one hand finds its way into soft blonde hair, and his chin tilts upward in implicit permission for more. Dark eyelashes flutter against pale cheeks.
"Good-..." he manages, voice rough. Such a simple thing, yet it seems to be having quite the effect. "...about time."