"Not a bad idea..." His eyes drift softly closed as that touch travels down his body, settles warmly low on his back. Levi lets more of his weight sink onto Erwin, hips pressed low on his abdomen, propped up on his forearms. They could stay here a while longer, he thinks.

He hums softly into the kiss, both pleased to give one more and in approval of Erwin's requests. Hands curl into blonde hair, tugging his head back gently to angle the next kiss a little deeper, even slipping tongue past his lips. It's slow and lazy and thorough. When it breaks, Levi drops a soft kiss on the tip of Erwin's sculptural nose.

"Whatever you want," he murmurs softly. "Husband."