That look, that kiss, make him want to just melt into the floor. A soft, involuntary noise sounds quietly from the back of his throat. Levi is quite sure he's never done anything so good as to be rewarded with Erwin. How could he have? But here they are anyway, and he's abandoning the cup on the table to turn and draw him closer, one hand hooked around the side of his neck and burying his face against the other side, breathing him in.
"Fuck..."
Am I taking him for granted? Is he just being fucking greedy? It didn't-...it hadn't felt like that, with Hange. His love for the both of them coexisted, and that felt as natural as anything. Why should this be any different? If it had been Erwin instead, Levi would be happy - proud, even - because of course Erwin deserved to be loved by more than just one person, and more people should love him, to be fucking honest.
Or even if he just wants a good fuck; Levi's plenty aware of his own shortcomings in that regard.
He sighs, burying into him, his husband (and nearly a whole year later, that feels a little less strange and even more wonderful). His scent is clean and a bit like tea; perfect. More tension ekes out of his shoulders, on his way to boneless.
"...yeah," he admits to Erwin's collar bone. "It...feels good to be around him."
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That look, that kiss, make him want to just melt into the floor. A soft, involuntary noise sounds quietly from the back of his throat. Levi is quite sure he's never done anything so good as to be rewarded with Erwin. How could he have? But here they are anyway, and he's abandoning the cup on the table to turn and draw him closer, one hand hooked around the side of his neck and burying his face against the other side, breathing him in.
"Fuck..."
Am I taking him for granted? Is he just being fucking greedy? It didn't-...it hadn't felt like that, with Hange. His love for the both of them coexisted, and that felt as natural as anything. Why should this be any different? If it had been Erwin instead, Levi would be happy - proud, even - because of course Erwin deserved to be loved by more than just one person, and more people should love him, to be fucking honest.
Or even if he just wants a good fuck; Levi's plenty aware of his own shortcomings in that regard.
He sighs, burying into him, his husband (and nearly a whole year later, that feels a little less strange and even more wonderful). His scent is clean and a bit like tea; perfect. More tension ekes out of his shoulders, on his way to boneless.
"...yeah," he admits to Erwin's collar bone. "It...feels good to be around him."