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It's not the injury that's worthy of love and affection, it's Erwin, and Levi knows that he still complicated feelings about it and probably always will. That's fine, but if there's any worry in Erwin that it somehow makes him less, Levi wants to banish that.

"...oh," he says, perhaps a little awkwardly, shifting back. He feels a little at a standstill. Wasn't that kind of the point?

Levi thinks a moment, hands splayed wide on Erwin's chest, just settled there. The bruises from the maneuver gear have long faded from his body, though some permanent marks and roughened skin remain. He traces one such spot idly with the pad of one finger, back and forth, and finally seems to come to a decision as his gaze travels back up to Erwin's.

"Lie back." And he accompanies the words with a little push to Erwin's chest.

"I want you to be having a good time too." Erwin lies back without complaint, but feels the need to explain himself as he lowers down to the mattress. "This has been all about me so far."

Is he too hung up on dicks? Yeah, probably. Erwin learned about sex in a certain way, and the fact that Levi hasn't responded to him in the way he expects is baffling. He doesn't want this all to be for his benefit only!

Levi sweeps his gaze pointedly over Erwin's naked chest and torso, eyes returning to his face as he cocks his head in a way that looks almost challenging.
"What makes you think I'm not?"

The man he's followed for years now, as bright and beautiful as the sun is half undressed on the bed before him, his lips are swelled softly with kisses and his hair lightly mussed already. Erwin has given him so much already - a purpose beyond mere survival, a place at his side, bathed in light. He built him up, gave him wings and let him be surrounded by people who didn't see him as just a violent gutter rat. He's lost an arm, risked his own life for the whole of the Survey Corps and will probably turn the world completely on its head one day.

And after all of that, Erwin gave Levi the remaining pieces of himself, to cherish and carry, and to allow at least some part of him to be loved.

Which is so much more than just dicks, even when it comes to sex, as far as he's concerned.

He slides his palms down over Erwin's chest, then up again, tracing, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. His thumbs circle slowly over dark nipples, teasing briefly before continuing upward again, where he cups his palms to Erwin's face, leans up to take over the whole of his vision, and kisses him.

Maybe Erwin will understand all of this someday, but the way Levi feels about him is a permanent blind spot. He doesn't think he did anything all that spectacular; he found someone who could be a valuable asset, attained that asset, then trained him up and made him a Survey Corps member. Simple, really. And then, somewhere along the line, Levi lost his mind and decided he loved Erwin. Erwin knows that part is true--Levi isn't nearly a good enough liar to pull it off if it weren't--but the whys and hows of it will always elude him.

Levi sees sunshine where Erwin sees a monster, and that's not something likely to change.

Erwin still doesn't quite understand what Levi is getting out of this, but he's not willing to argue. He simply looks up at him, eyes wide and vaguely confused, but he nods. All right, Levi; he trusts you. If you say you're getting something out of this, Erwin will believe you.

Erwin lifts his head a little to watch Levi's hands on his chest. He hisses in a sharp breath when Levi touches his nipples; he'd never thought about them as being sensitive before, but that's another mystery solved today. As it turns out, they are, and tighten to attention under Levi's fingertips.

When Levi goes in for a kiss, Erwin meets him gladly, his cheeks flushing faintly under the intimacy of both Levi's hands on his face. His hand moves from Levi's thigh to the small of his back, pressing him in against Erwin's abdomen, and damn if it doesn't feel like Erwin's ghostly right arm is moving again to join its partner in holding Levi.

He didn't lose his mind. Erwin has been the only thing he's ever been so sure about in his entire chaotic existence. Levi tethered himself to his cause, but through it came to understand the man. It isn't just that Erwin turned him into more than he could have hoped to be on his own, but also that Erwin has never once degraded him, never derided his origins or his intelligence or his experience. Even in those early days when Levi acted out, still had so much difficulty navigating a new set of seemingly inexplicable and unspoken social rules, Erwin never once made him feel lesser. After scraping to survive in the bottom dregs of society for most of his life, how could Levi not love him for that?

Their bond didn't spring inexplicably from nowhere.

The kiss is slow, but heated. He strokes thumbs over Erwin's cheekbones, delves deeply into his mouth with tongue and teeth, as though he could fill him up with all that he means to him from between his lips. The hand on his back is wide and warm, and Levi allows himself to be pressed close, making a soft noise at the back of his throat to encourage more touches to his skin.

Sadly, Erwin lacks the number of hands to do what he really wants, which is to touch Levi everywhere, all at once, to cover his skin with Erwin's hands and hold him close at the same time. He'll settle for keeping his hand pressed on Levi's back, drawing him in close and then holding him there.

The kiss and Levi's hands on his face has Erwin's head swimming. He's never been kissed with such intent, with such purpose, before, and he's the one that's forced to break it. He has to come up for air, and he laughs, breathless and a little giddy.

"And here I thought I'd be the one teaching you." Turns out that Levi's very astute physical instincts apply here as well!

A frown flickers over his face. "I told you I know how it works..."

It isn't all that complicated to figure out, really, is it? Even if he doesn't end up taking it up the ass (definitely not something he's prepared to do right now anyway, for a dozen different reasons) or even letting Erwin get him off, there's still many more options to be had.

And if there's one thing that Levi has learned in these last few months, it's how Erwin likes to be kissed. He's not starting from scratch like some kind of sheltered, clueless virgin.

His hands slide down to just rest on Erwin's chest as he sits back, brows drawn and feeling a little self-conscious.

"Why, what were you expecting?"

For the record, Erwin has no intentions of putting anything up Levi's ass, certainly not today or any time in the near future. His own ass, on the other hand, is fair game, now and always. But they'll get to that discussion later.

Erwin tilts his head when Levi sits up. How is it that it's Erwin who keeps making stupid mistakes today and putting his foot in his mouth? Perhaps this whole interaction has been evidence of how, while he's no virgin, Erwin has also never been in a relationship. This navigating of emotions is still new to him, and his usual silver tongue speaking skills have abandoned him.

"I thought I'd be the one leading things." His hand slides to Levi's hip and gently caresses there. "I should have known better. Whatever you try, you excel at it. I don't know why I thought this would be different."

...something about those words hits uncomfortably.

At first, he's not really sure what it is. The frown already half-set into his brow deepens, gray gaze shifting away. Sure, many physical skills come easy to him, like an intuition that extends throughout the whole of his body. But the implication that he would of course be naturally good at sex has him shifting awkwardly.

Perhaps he inherited some of her skills.

The memory tightens his chest briefly, but Levi attempts to dismiss it with an impatient huff. Of course he knows (he knows) that Erwin hadn't meant anything like that.

"You could be leading," he intones dryly, shifting his focus back to Erwin. "Seems like you got confused when I didn't want you touching my dick right away, though. What's the matter, can't figure out how else to have fun?"

Erwin would never! He knows how Levi feels about his mother, and he's pieced together enough details to know about her profession. It wasn't terribly difficult; there are only so many things a woman alone can do in the underground. He has wondered if she had the same strange, powerful strength as Levi, but he has to assume she didn't, or didn't know how to access it.

Later, Erwin will realise how his words could have been misconstrued, and he'll be kicking himself. A fancy new soap is going to appear in their bathroom in a couple of days, as a mute apology.

For now, though, all he hears is Levi saying you could be leading. Suddenly, Erwin is sitting up in one fluid motion, his arm going around Levi's waist and clamping down. In the same movement, Erwin uses his legs to push up from the mattress and roll. He's on top now, with his elbow braced on the bed near Levi's head, filling his vision and with his weight pressing down on Levi's legs.

"I've got some ideas." The first of which involves dropping his head to kiss along the column of Levi's throat.

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."

Getting too physical with Levi always carries an inherent risk; Erwin has seen him lash out at other people enough times, and been on the receiving end of it a time or two himself, to not understand the danger. As far as he's concerned, the danger is half the fun, along with the fact that he knows and trusts Levi won't harm him. Dancing on the edge of getting thrown across a room is hot, and no one will ever convince Erwin otherwise.

He lifts his head just a little, his mouth still close to Levi's skin, just above one of the pulse points in his neck. "Can you put the pillows under my right shoulder, please?"

Being on top when you only have one arm to support yourself is difficult, and the pillows will help Erwin keep his balance.

Meanwhile, he turns his attention back to Levi's throat, trailing long, soft kisses down the length of it. When he gets to the base of Levi's neck, where it joins his shoulder, the kisses get harder, more insistent. Erwin isn't biting, but odds are Levi is going to have some bruises there come tomorrow morning.

For Erwin, it's knowing that Levi could and doesn't, and for Levi it's ceding that vulnerability, allowing him close, that he still has the strength to move him, to use his heavier weight to hold him in place. It's nothing he couldn't break free of if he truly wanted, but it's the fact that he doesn't want to is the thrill.

He breathes, and manages to shift and grope around enough to get the extra pillows stacked for Erwin to rest against, feeling perhaps a little guilty in an odd way that he's in an uncomfortable position - but it was Erwin who had brought them here, so Levi isn't going to fuss about it. The man could just fully collapse on him, for all he cares right now.

One palm rests at the back of Erwin's neck, fingers absently swathing through the short fuzz of his undercut, the sensation sweet and grounding even as his mouth continues along his throat. Levi shivers hard, a stifled groan eliciting from the back of this throat when those kisses turn into something harder. If Erwin does try to set teeth into skin, he'll flinch and try to push him back with a hiss of not that. But otherwise, a flush is creeping over pale skin once again, his breath coming in slower, heavier pants.

Give it a little more time, and Erwin probably will just collapse on Levi. For now, though, the pillows help, and he breathes a word of thanks against Levi's neck. If this is going to be a recurring thing, they're going to need some wedge-shaped pillows to prop up Erwin's right side.

Erwin pays close attention to every sound Levi makes, every motion of his hand on the back of Erwin's head. He doesn't use his teeth on him, but his lips press harder, more insistent, as he works his way back and forth across Levi's collarbones. As he does, Erwin shifts his legs, moving them so they're not completely pinning Levi's any longer. Then, using his knee, he tries to nudge one of Levi's legs up, into a bent knee position, between Erwin's legs.

It's not hard to decipher those physical cues, tangling their legs and bringing his knee up to fit between Erwin's, pressing firmly against the bulge between his legs that must surely still be there. He shifts experimentally, seeing if it's possible to give him a little bit of friction by rubbing there, and shudders when those insistent lips find another sensitive bit of skin. Every so often he noses Erwin back, seeking lips for lips and a brief reprieve from the attack on his clavicles. The hand at the back of his neck stays there, thumb stroking idly along the line of skin just under his ear, while the other slides over that broad, beautiful back, feeling old scars and the length of his spine and the movement of muscles under skin. He can't quite reach his ass - damn his long, gorgeous upper body - but he can scrape nails against ribs or over vertebrae.

Levi exhales, gray eyes slipping closed just to concentrate on the sensations, of the feel of the man beneath his fingertips that alights little fires on his skin.

Erwin's ass is a disappointment anyway, as Levi probably knows by now. He doesn't so much have an ass as he has a lower back that simply runs into the tops of his thighs. One would think his thick, heavily muscled thighs would translate into a juicy, considerable ass, but they do not. ~~He can't help it, he's just drawn that way.~~

Erwin is more than happy to come up for air whenever Levi nudges him, turning the tide of his attack on Levi's collarbones to his lips, and then trailing it down his neck again after a few slow, drawn-out kisses. Is he rutting his erection shamelessly up against Levi's thigh while he does so? He absolutely is! Edging is fun and all but if this goes on too much longer, he's going to explode.

Unfortunately, Levi is rather distracted by lips on his neck again, not quite realizing how close the other man is. It seemed as though Erwin had wanted to draw things out, since Levi had been too good earlier, he's not really sure if he should be doing anything to help him along yet. In truth, he's lost a bit of the thread of expectations here, just keeping his thigh in place for Erwin to rub against, since this seems to be what he wants. But surely Erwin will at least say something before he just creams himself in his pants...right?

Maybe they made this too complicated - maybe he should have just gone for it right there in the kitchen and shoved his hand in his pants and helped him along. But he'd been too - unsure.

Slowly, one hand leaves off to snake between them, attempts to catch Erwin as he ruts against his thigh, rubbing him with his palm for a few strokes (fuck he's thick and hard, and it's gotta be uncomfortable with something like this still trapped?) before popping the button of his pants.

In the heat of the moment, Erwin is and has been giving mixed signals this whole time. He'll realise that later on, when cooler heads prevail, and make a quiet vow to be more direct in the future. It's so rare for he and Levi to be out of step with each other that when it does happen, it takes him by surprise.

Erwin leans his hips back when he feels Levi move his hand between them, and he groans against Levi's lips when he first touches him and then pops the button of his fly. His cock pushes out of the gap in his pants, aided by both gravity and Erwin pushing his hips forward, and he shoves it into Levi's hand. They're only separated by the thin fabric layer of Erwin's underwear now, and Erwin drops his head down to rest on the pillow next to Levi's ear. He's panting through his mouth, his entire body trembling and keyed up, and his hand clenches into a fist against the mattress.

"Levi, please..."

This is entirely new territory for both of them in many ways. It is strange, and it might take a little while for them to figure it out. But they'll get there, eventually.

He scrapes nails lightly at the soft fuzz of hair at the back of Erwin's neck, nuzzles against his cheek and loses a sharp exhale when Erwin pleads and says his name like that. The sound seems to tingle all down his spine, making him shiver and something stir low in his own belly. He can feel some arousal happening, but it's easy enough to ignore in favor of Erwin pushing his barely covered cock into his hand. It's not the best angle for it, especially given the size difference between them, Levi can really only barely reach him.

"Come here," he instructs gently, voice coming out a little rougher than he expects, and guides Erwin a little closer. He'll have to arch his back to shift forward. It'd be more comfortable for them both on his back, but truthfully, Levi gets the impression that it won't take much.

After a bit, Erwin is close enough that Levi can rub his palm along his length, feel the shape of him just beneath the fabric. He swears under his breath, licks his lips, feeling his heart beating heavily. And then he slides his hand past cloth to find heated, silky skin. A thick dampness greets his palm as precome smears against his hand. It should be disgusting, but instead it's just stupidly hot, to feel physical proof of just how far gone Erwin is already.

"Fuck Erwin-" his voice is hoarse as he rubs his palm slowly along every inch he can reach, carefully wraps his fingers around thickness of him and feels a very distinct twinge between his own legs.

Levi gives a few inexperienced, but experimental tugs, careful not to be too rough.

"C'mon...Commander..."

They always figure things out, sooner or later. As long as they're together, and have time, nothing can stop them.

Erwin grunts softly and squirms upwards at Levi's instructions. Levi could tell him to do almost anything right now, and Erwin would obey without question. It's not often that he gets to let go like this, to let someone else take the reins and guide him; it's so hard for him to cede control. There needs to be a deep trust built up for him to even consider it. With Levi, like this, it comes naturally, without Erwin even thinking about it.

He pants, open-mouthed, into Levi's ear as Levi swears quietly and then gets his hand inside Erwin's pants. The feel of his hand on him has Erwin shuddering, his entire body gone tight and aching with need, and it's a physical battle to not explode immediately.

Then Levi starts urging him onward, and Erwin is rendered helpless, all his resistances crumbling like sandcastles built along the shore.

"Levi, I'm... I'm..."

That's all the warning Levi is going to get, before Erwin is shivering helplessly and coming into his hand.

The way that Erwin says his name just before he comes, hot and breathless into his ear, imprints immediately into his memory. It stops his breath, makes his heart stutter, but in the next few heartbeats he feels something warm and thick land on his bare torso and begin to coat his hand as Erwin climaxes above him. Levi clings to him, his other hand tight and steadying at the back of his neck and breathing hard along with him. A few more tugs, a few more ribbons of cum land on his skin, and he shivers underneath Erwin trembling above him.

A strange feeling seems to come over him, a tingling in his limbs and fingers and toes, almost as though he'd been the one who'd orgasmed. Levi turns his face to press into Erwin's cheek, breathing, holding, taking in the scent and the feeling of...everything, in this moment. He leaves a kiss at the corner of his lips, on his cheek, his jaw, his brow, his nose, and finally seeks his lips. When his mind catches up, he'll be sure to get Erwin to collapse not directly on top of him so as not to cement them together with the mess rapidly cooling on his skin. The more time passes, the more he becomes aware of it on his stomach, chest, between his fingers.

"Hey," he mumbles softly, bumping their noses together. "Still with me?"

Erwin notices Levi's kisses, but he doesn't have the capacity to respond to them until Levi reaches his mouth. That gets Erwin's attention, at least part of it, and he gamely kisses him back.

Slowly, the world is creeping back in. The aftershocks of his orgasm are dying away, and Erwin focuses his eyes down the length of his nose so he can see Levi.

"Yes." His breath comes out in a rumbling sigh. "Still with you. Always."

With that, Erwin slowly crumples over onto his right side, landing next to Levi on the bed. Even as content and empty-headed as he is right now, he knows Levi wouldn't want him falling on him and spreading his come around.

Always.

Of course, always.

He tries to make that collapse a little easier, guiding him down and shuffling pillows around so as not to put too much pressure on the stump. Eventually, one-handed himself (because he can't touch anything until he's clean, and that needs to be soon, holding the soiled hand a little away form himself and focusing on Erwin more than the voice in his head telling him to scrub), he gets Erwin situated more comfortably. Sitting beside him, he drops a soft kiss to the top of his head, brushing blonde hair away from his face with his clean hand.

"Feel better?" Levi asks quietly, looking down at him. He...looks better. Relaxed, in a very different way than he has previously.

Fortunately, Erwin only touched Levi and the bed sheets with his hand, so he assumes it's still clean enough for Levi's standards. He reaches up and snags Levi's hand when he touches his hair, bringing it to his mouth so he can kiss his knuckles.

Erwin makes a long, affirmative humming noise in response to Levi's question before looking up at him with hazy, blissed out eyes. "Yes." He presses another kiss to Levi's hand before releasing him. "Go get cleaned up, then come back?"

Levi did the dirty work today and got splattered, and Erwin knows that must be bothering him. Hopefully his washing won't take long and he can come back and cuddle for awhile afterwards, before Erwin falls asleep.

For just a moment more, Levi gazes at him, letting the sight of Erwin relaxed and content sink into his memory. Sex hasn't mattered to them up to this point, apparently might not have even been possible if it had, but he's glad that despite their mutual fumbling, he's glad that they managed to make it work and he could give Erwin this.

Something almost like a smile flickers on his face before he leans in and drops a soft, grateful kiss to Erwin's forehead.

"Okay..." Another follows for good measure, as he mumbles into blonde hair. "Thanks." He doesn't need permission to go, but it's everything just to have that understanding even so.

He slips away, glancing back at Erwin once with an unreadable expression and a funny feeling in his chest, and goes to wash. He'd prefer a shower, but even with his expedited routine, he doesn't want to keep Erwin waiting too long. So he just scrubs thoroughly at all of his skin, strips his remaining clothing to wash and pulls on something more comfortable - one of Erwin's shirts, in fact, buttoned only halfway.

Eventually, Levi returns to Erwin - his Commander, his lover, his husband - bringing a warm damp cloth in case there's anything he missed, and offers it as he settles next to him on the bed, half propped with pillows against the headboard.

"Hey..."

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