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Levi walks him through a pathway of trailers and recreational vehicles. Rain protection and shade has been set up in large pieces of tarp and metal covering, or canopies already attached to the vehicles themselves. He sees people milling about, all doing various activities, both productive and recreational. It’s lively here… It’s amazing to see.
Finally, they come upon a big RV that would’ve cost a pretty penny before. It’s huge and modern. Levi gets out those keys again and unlocks it. He opens the door and steps in, expecting Erwin to follow. He does.
Inside is sparsely decorated, and he sees few possessions. It’s neat, orderly. Nothing really of note beyond just fulfilling its duty as a living space. Levi gestures to the dining table; a table attached to the wall between two padded seats with mid-height backrests. Erwin sits down. Levi shuts and locks the door, reattaches his keys to his belt. Erwin watches him step into the kitchen area, pulling open the fridge that, much to Erwin’s surprise, is powered. He pulls out two water bottles.
“I’d offer you one of the beers, but beer breath is disgusting,” Levi says, holding one out for him. Erwin silently takes it, carefully watching the other man. Levi drops into the seat opposite of him, sighing. He doesn’t open his water bottle. Erwin does. He’s thirsty. He cracks it open and drinks half, amazed by how satisfying cold, clean water is. Another luxury he took for granted.
“If you need to take a piss, the bathroom is right there,” Levi says, gesturing towards one closed folding door. Erwin nods a little. He closes the water bottle. His heart is uneasy in his chest, beating quicker against his rib cage. He feels Levi’s stare on him. Erwin isn’t sure what to do, what to say. So, he does nothing. He just stares at the condensation dripping down the plastic of the bottle, holding it between his big hands.
“I don’t like mess,” continues Levi, earning a flick of nervous blue eyes. He’s removing the shoulder harness he was wearing, setting it on the table with a heavy clatter. He seems unconcerned that the gun is within reach of Erwin. Erwin watches him. Levi stares back.
“So, you’ll undress and fold the clothing. Put it wherever, but make it neat. Then I want you to sit on that bed over there, feet on the floor. Easy enough, right?”
Erwin follows his indicating gesture towards the queen-sized bed tucked at the end of the spacious RV. There’s a curtain hanging there, but it’s been pulled aside. Erwin takes in a deep breath through his nose. He stands. Levi watches him calmly, settling into the cushioned seat, hooking his elbow over the back of it. Erwin grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. He folds it twice and slaps it down on the surface of the table, staring defiantly at Levi as he does. Levi smirks a little, eyes sweeping up and down along his exposed torso.
After removing his boots and tucking his socks into them, Erwin hooks his thumbs into the waistbands of both his underwear and the joggers lent to him. He works them down his lean, muscular legs and folds them together, places them on top of the shirt. He isn’t self-conscious of his body, and he isn’t going to give Levi the possible satisfaction of his cowardice.
Without casting Levi another look, he paces through the small hallway of the RV, passing the bathroom, a closet, and what seems to be a room for cleaning laundry. At the bed, he turns and takes a seat. It’s a nice bed, he realizes, sinking into the memory foam mattress. He blinks slowly, tempted to lay back into it. Levi is still watching him from the table across the RV. Averting his stare, he passes his gaze over Erwin’s folding job, nods once.
From where he’s seated, Erwin has a straight shot view of Levi as he begins to undress as well. First, he turns in his seat and leans over to remove his boots. He tucks the laces into them and places them on the other side of the seat, by the door. Then he grabs Erwin’s and does the same, setting them side by side. He stands. Erwin watches with oddly bated breath, heart rate intensifying as Levi removes his utility belt with a pop of the buckle. He places it on the table next to his harness. Then he pulls off the black cotton shirt, folds it like Erwin had, places it next to the stack of Erwin’s folded clothing.
His torso is very muscular. His nipples are a dusky shade of pink, and Erwin sees no chest hair. He spotted some underarm hair when he pulled off his shirt, but he seems relatively hairless.
Erwin is immediately corrected when Levi unbuttons and opens his black cargo pants. It exposes a happy trail creating a rift in his pale skin, crawling up to his belly button among his abs. It’s sexy. Erwin watches him calmly, but it’s difficult to deny the fact he’s beautiful. It’s enticing, the way his sleek, dark hair falls in a curtain to obscure his face when he leans over to carefully remove his pants alongside his black briefs. Levi stands there totally naked, folding his pants and underwear separately, unlike Erwin. He sets them in the same place atop the table, and turns to Erwin.
They gaze at each other. Erwin is hypnotized by how compact and muscular the other man is. The number of scars he bears, scars that he would’ve obtained before this, too. His dick is soft, a pretty, demure thing among the trimmed, black hair around his pubic area. He has a lighter layering of body hair on his thighs, his shins, but it’s nothing in comparison to Erwin’s. He wonders what Levi’s thinking as those consuming silver eyes cast across his seated body with a new flame of interest. Does he like what he sees, too? And why does it matter to Erwin? It doesn’t, he decides.
The sight of Levi walking to him makes it difficult to hide how closely he’s watching him. But why should he try to hide it? The way his muscles shift and flex as he carries himself. The way his soft cock jostles between those thighs tense with power, control. Erwin can’t tear his eyes away. Levi is smirking a little when he stops in front of him, crossing those muscular arms in a very appealing way. Erwin nervously flicks his tongue between his lips.
“I’m not interested in making this like a business transaction,” Levi begins quietly, his deep voice a soothing wave rolling through Erwin’s body. He watches Erwin’s face, and, somehow, he feels pinned by that gaze. He stares back, trying to keep his eyes off his body when it’s presented before him like this, unashamed. Levi goes on.
“I want us to both enjoy it despite the circumstance. So, tell me what makes you tick, and I’ll do it. Tell me what turns you off, and I’ll avoid it. I’ll extend the same courtesy. I don’t know you, I don’t know what sex will be like with you. But let’s make it work. Sound good?”
Erwin can’t help but feel a slight pull in the corner of his mouth, hearing this. Levi stares at his mouth briefly, then those steely blue eyes flick up to establish eye contact again. Erwin nods.
“Yes, sir.”
Levi huffs a dry laugh. He drops his crossed arms and looks down at him (though not that far down; Erwin is practically his height while seated). He surprises Erwin by lowering onto the bed beside him, seated on the edge. He turns to him partially, places one hand on his warm thigh. His thumb passes back and forth through the golden hair. Erwin stares down at it, intrigued by the fact he doesn’t find it repulsive at all. It’s kind of nice. He appreciates that Levi knows what he wants and will work towards achieving it. He wants good sex. Erwin doesn’t have to fight that—especially when it’ll be with a man this attractive. Levi’s deep voice by his ear sends tingles racing up and down his spine.
“I’d like to sit on your lap and kiss you. Yes or no?”
“I didn’t realize I had a choice in any of this,” Erwin replies levelly, looking at him with mischief in his eyes. Levi’s lip twitches in what Erwin thinks is amusement. His eyes are very pretty up close. The sunlight pouring into the RV through the open ceiling vent lights them up.
“Well, you always did. You could’ve chosen to walk back out the gate,” he argues, which, Erwin admits, is true. “I’m not going to take without asking at the very least. That’s rude. So, tell me.”
“I think I would like that, as long as I don’t have to ask to touch you,” Erwin says. Levi snorts. He passes his broad hand along Erwin’s skin, sinking it further inwards, until his fingers are digging slightly into his inner thigh. Erwin subtly spreads them further apart. He keeps his eyes on Levi’s as the other man speaks.
“Sure. Just don’t try anything funny.”
“What constitutes ‘funny’? So I don’t misunderstand.”
Levi seems to be growing tired of this exchange; he sighs.
“Don’t touch my asshole. Don’t try to take command and speed things along. That shit is annoying when I’m just trying to enjoy myself.”
Erwin didn’t anticipate that. He’d expect Levi to want to get right to the fucking, to satisfy that itch and then promptly discard Erwin like a toy that isn’t fun anymore. It seems he underestimated Levi and his intentions. He searches between those sharp, knife-edged eyes and manages the faintest hint of a smile.
“Understood.”
With that, Levi gets up and climbs over Erwin’s lap. His skin is cooler than Erwin’s, almost cold. Erwin shudders, as does Levi. Erwin naturally places his hands on the muscular thighs framing his. Levi’s hands immediately find his face, cradling it, fingers extending over his ears. His thumbs tuck under Erwin’s jaw. They gaze into each other’s eyes, and Erwin feels like he isn’t allowed to move, caught under Medusa’s gaze. Levi leans in, but rather kiss him like Erwin anticipated, he presses his forehead to his. His trimmed bangs rest against his warm skin—they’re slightly damp. Oh—did he just shower?
It clicks then: he went to shower when he left Erwin in the trailer. Explains why his breath smells minty when he speaks, his low voice a rumble, “You’re so warm. Fuck.”
It takes Erwin a moment to process this. Passing his hands along Levi’s thighs, he realizes his skin has risen with goosebumps. Levi’s eyes are closed. He’s like… a snake curling up on a warmed rock. Cold-blooded. Fitting.
“Do you want… me to warm you up?” whispers Erwin, heart thudding away in his chest, a betrayer of his conflicted thoughts. Levi nods into him.
“You will.”
He pulls back to gaze at him calmly. Erwin flicks his tongue between his lips, uncharacteristically nervous. His fingers are not very confident as they traverse Levi’s pale, scarred skin. He maps across his hips, up along his sides. Levi shudders. Erwin stares, wide-eyed, suddenly hit with how beautiful Levi actually is to him. Strip him down to nothing and he’s just a lonely man. Without the threats and the portrayal of power, he’s like Erwin.
Angling his head, Levi leans in to kiss him. He keeps his hands on Erwin’s face, thumb trailing up over his cleanly shaven cheek as their mouths remain still, smothered together. Erwin takes in a breath through his nose, closing his eyes. Levi’s lips are cool, too. He put on lip balm; they’re slightly moist. Slow and explorative their mouths cautiously purse together, and Erwin begins to remember what it’s like to be human.
Somehow it feels like an unknown awakening—one he didn’t anticipate. Feeling a (relatively) warm body atop his, soft, wet lips dancing with his own, hands on his face… It brings a flame to his belly, a spark of reignited arousal, a feeling he’d forgotten like a fond memory. It seems it awakened in Levi, too. The kissing easily transforms alongside their developing hunger, the realization that this really doesn’t have to be just a trade of goods. They can enjoy it, they can give in, because now intimacy and pleasure are harder to come by in this tragedy. The moment to release one’s guard, to welcome another in and grant them your trust. A rarity. A precious thing.
Levi’s heavier breathing against his mouth, his exhales ghosting in a gentle caress across his skin, slipping out in-between the pursing of their lips—it’s exciting him. It’s been so long. It’s been too long. Erwin is mildly embarrassed by how easily his body responds. He can feel the hot rush of blood shoot right through his body into his cock. Levi’s hands travel from his jaw, down his throat, dancing down his collarbone, to his chest. He skates his fingertips gingerly around the rink of Erwin’s hardening nipples and Erwin shudders, shaken by the bolt of sensation which follows. Levi is sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and biting it, only to claim Erwin’s mouth again like a snake coiling around its prey and locking its jaw around the victim’s throat. The thrill that runs up Erwin’s back is intoxicating.
Coming back to himself, Erwin decides he can’t be the rabbit that freezes in fear. He wants to be the prey that fights back. His hands wake up and circle around from Levi’s sides, down to the small of his back, feeling the raised skin of scar tissue. Here he grips firm handfuls of Levi’s ass, squeezing hard enough Levi grunts into his mouth.
“You warm now?” Erwin asks softly against Levi’s stilled lips, cracking his eyes open to gaze at him. Levi’s eyes open too, training on him like slashes of steel. Levi sneers. He adjusts on his knees, shifting close enough his semi-hard dick brushes across Erwin’s. He keeps his hips in that place, letting his cock rest against Erwin’s. Erwin burns.
Levi’s hands rise again to cradle Erwin’s jaw in his palms, fingers firm around him. He holds him in place. Erwin allows it, gazing calmly into those steel eyes. Levi leans in to smash their lips together again. Erwin grunts unintentionally, and Levi releases his own pleased sound, a soft hum that vibrates through them.
This time, he doesn’t warm Erwin up. He pushes his tongue into his lips and traces the seam, and by reflex, Erwin parts his teeth, opening up his mouth. One hand on his face glides up to fist in Erwin’s bun, keeping him in place. Angling his head, Levi begins kissing him heavier, more open-mouthed, devouring, claiming, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Erwin’s eyes roll shut and he gives in.
The wet sound of their kiss owns the space they share. Levi’s tongue is shameless in overtaking his mouth, dominant just like the man. Erwin realizes he’s drifting. That old, forgotten haze overcoming him like a warm blanket, encompassing him and letting his mind peel open, susceptible and vulnerable.
He likes it, he realizes. He likes Levi kneeling over him like this, his stiffening dick awakening against Erwin’s. The way he’s gripping his hair, his jaw, keeping him in place, making him take this heavy kiss. Erwin’s mouth is becoming sloppy and uncoordinated against Levi’s, eager to follow the steps of his dance yet slow to remember them. A lead that knows what he wants, and a willing participant.
But then Levi pulls away with a firm nip of his teeth against Erwin’s bottom lip. He’s bitey. Erwin likes that, too. Erwin cracks his eyes open to gaze at him dimly. Levi is searching his face, eyes scrutinizing. That subtle, smug smirk pulls at his swollen lips when he finds lust written across Erwin’s face. Levi releases his bun and instead draws one muscular arm around his shoulders. He rests his cheek to Erwin’s temple and asks in a low murmur, “When’s the last time you sucked cock?”
Erwin takes in a deep breath and considers it.
“A long time.”
“You like giving?”
“With the right person, I enjoy it.”
“Let’s hope I’m one of ‘em.”
With that, Levi gets up from his lap and stands before the bed. His hand naturally finds his cock—so do Erwin’s eyes. Comparing it to his flaccid state… he’s certainly a grower. His dick is thicker than Erwin anticipated, average length. Erwin briefly worries if Levi still plans to fit that in his ass. It’s been even longer since he’d been on the receiving end of anal. Far too long.
Levi begins to idly stroke at himself, coaxing a bead of pre-cum out of the slit of the pink head. Erwin stares openly. That is too delicious a sight. It disrupts Erwin’s concerns and he naturally slips off the bed and drops onto his knees. Levi grins slightly, a sliver of teeth.
“Looks like it,” he teases lowly. Shame briefly flares, but it contributes nicely to the fire in his groin rather than extinguishes it. Erwin shifts closer on his knees and reaches out to place his hands on Levi’s muscular, scarred thighs. Levi’s other hand finds his hair. He takes Erwin’s bun into his fist again and drags him closer by it, bringing his face in. Erwin stamps down on his instinctual urge to push him away. Levi doesn’t force him more than that.
Erwin’s face naturally presses to his belly, his chin tickled by his happy trail. The difference in their height has Erwin curling his back a bit. He turns his head to nuzzle into the base of his cock, his nose and lips meeting the trimmed bush of dark hair surrounding his dick. He smells good. He did shower, obviously, but he seemed to put on some scented product. Hands sneaking around to clutch at Levi’s ass, Erwin buries further into his groin, surprising even himself. He smells very good. Levi laughs softly.
“Come on, Blondie. In your mouth.”
Erwin pulls back and looks at his cock with his lips close to the pink head, momentarily nervous. Levi’s scarred fingers gripping his cock and positioning it at his mouth is… hot. Erwin stares, licking his lips. He flicks his intense blue eyes up to Levi’s and leans forward to slowly submerge the warm tip into his mouth, coaxing it in with his tongue. The salty taste of his pre-cum is sharp and envelops his taste buds. Erwin passes the point of his tongue across the slit, drinking Levi’s arousal. Levi’s eyelids falter, closing only momentarily, and his jaw visibly clenches. Erwin is encouraged greatly by that.
He sucks firmly and takes more into his mouth, shifting closer on his knees. Levi groans. Levi seems unashamed to get noisy. Even better. Erwin manages to bob his head a handful of times, mindful of maintaining hard suction, until Levi tightens his hand in his hair and begins thrusting gently. Erwin stills and eagerly allows it. He prefers when his mouth is fucked.
The wet, filthy sound of Levi pumping his cock into Erwin’s sucking mouth is loud—and sexy. The feeling of a hard shaft gliding in and out between his lips, pulsing and hot, has always been a turn-on for him. Erwin is fully hard by then, his hands eager to reach down and touch himself. Instead, he keeps them on Levi’s rocking hips, sneaking inwards to palm firmly at his inner thighs, digging his thumbs in, and as he anticipated, Levi naturally places his feet further apart, spreading his legs. Erwin reaches in to gently cup and squeeze his balls with a big hand, handling him gingerly. Levi shaves here, too. Seems fitting of him.
Levi freezes momentarily as if shaken out of his own lust-fueled haze. This is a very delicate place. Erwin could easily hurt him if he chose to. Instead, Erwin takes his mouth off his dick and looks up into his wide, silver-blue eyes while angling his head and sweeping his tongue across his hairless balls. Levi’s thighs clench, and his teeth bare. Erwin is unashamed now—now that he’s gotten into the mood, sinking into the desire to enjoy sex. And enjoy it he shall. He has no real choice either way, so why not make the best of it?
He sucks Levi’s balls into his mouth and reaches up to take his cock in hand. He strokes at his thick shaft with tight fingers, his saliva aiding the glide. Levi’s hands clutch at his head like he isn’t sure how to handle this feeling, his thighs rippling with tension. Levi grunts out a stifled, “Fuckin’ shit! Oh, God, slow down—”
He doesn’t let Erwin stop on his own accord. Levi arches his hips away gently, until his balls slip from Erwin’s lips and strings of saliva break free to whip down onto Erwin’s chin. Erwin looks up at him in mild confusion, wiping it off onto his wrist. Levi is wide-eyed and red-faced. He grins a little.
“You trying to end this before it even begins?”
Erwin looks down at Levi’s stiff cock, arching up towards him enticingly, flushed a red and glistening with his spit. Erwin dimly realizes he’s very turned on. His groin is pulsating with a need, a bubbling pot of arousal that centers in his balls, an ache to come. He speaks lowly, his voice already made rougher by his arousal.
“Not at all. You have a beautiful body and I—well. I was enjoying myself.”
Levi steps back, out of his reach. Erwin frowns. Amused, Levi brings a hand in to lightly stroke at himself, toying gingerly at the wet head. Erwin stares. Levi chuckles.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Here I thought you’d be awkward and tense about this whole thing. But… let’s not jump the gun. Get on the bed. Did you take a shit, by the way?”
Erwin stares at him blankly for a second. Levi stares back, still playing with his cock.
“Yes, Levi. I did.”
“Good. I’m still not sticking my fingers in your ass, though, and it’s probably better that you pace it yourself. I have lube. Get comfortable, Blondie. I’m sure it’ll take a minute.”
It does take a minute. Forty-two of them, actually, if anyone was keeping track (neither of them were). Forty-two minutes of Erwin on his back with a slick asscrack, using too-much lube, working steadily up to four fingers because he’s maybe a little intimidated by the idea of getting fucked after years of predominantly topping—when he still had the option, at least. He manages to keep Levi distracted with his mouth and free hand, stroking at his scarred body wherever he could reach while on his back, mouthing and nuzzling at his dick, his abs, his thighs.
After the fifteen minute mark, Levi had bitched about it taking so long. They promptly moved into position with Erwin on his belly, but after a minute or two of wincing and pained grunts, Levi gave up and let Erwin get back to it. It’s a bit annoying to deal with, Erwin has to admit. Kudos to all the bottoms out there that have to handle this all the time, especially if you have a crabby, impatient top that just wants to get going. Erwin can relate. But he supposes, if anything, it makes the sex last longer. And, he finds he’s enjoying touching Levi’s body—watching him wind up and wind up before he has to back off, red-faced and teeth grit. Evidently, he’s quite sensitive.
“Alright, look, you got four fingers in your ass,” growls Levi while sliding his dick out of Erwin’s mouth for the hundredth time, obviously at his limit. “If you still can’t take it at this point, we’ll just have to find a stick or somethin’ for you to bite down on, ‘cause I’m done waiting.”
Levi gets up on his knees, hooks his broad hands under Erwin, and helps him turn over. Erwin gets low on his elbows and knees, spreading them far to compensate for the height difference. His own dick hangs heavy between his thighs, a testament to how desperate his body has become. The need, the ache, to get fucked burns through him. He doesn’t remember many worthwhile experiences while bottoming, but he’s about to be reminded of how good it can be.
Head hung with his forehead against his arm, Erwin watches past his spread legs to see Levi shifting up behind him, arranging his legs between Erwin’s. He reaches out to clutch one hip with a shaky, impatient hand, the other guiding his cock, wiping the head up and down along his thoroughly soaked asscrack. That has Erwin shuddering hard. After nearly an hour of foreplay, he’s so eager to get fucked, he can’t think straight. He wants Levi’s cock in him so badly, he burns for it. It’s honestly beyond him how it came to that.
Levi pushes in without taking it very slow. A moment of pause after he gets the head in, probably for Erwin’s sake, but the sensation must overtake him. He slides in smoothly with a firm, calm arch of his hips until he’s pressed flush to Erwin and his balls meet his taint, cursing under his breath while doing so. Erwin makes a harsh sound in his throat, taken off-guard, but it doesn’t hurt—that bad. It’s certainly a strange pressure, a significant one considering how thick he is. He’s so horny that it takes away some of the discomfort.
“Fuck,” Levi hisses, sliding out a mere inch only to push back in, greedy for the feeling. Erwin takes in a deep breath, watching Levi’s thighs clench against his, the raised scar tissue on his pale skin moving alongside the flexing of his muscles. The force of which he clutches his hips is painful—he must really be at his brink.
“Hahh—you feel so good—fuck—I can’t. S-Sorry, Erwin,” Levi gasps out, his voice ragged, pulled apart by the pleasure. He slides out and drives his hips forward, snapping the full length of his cock back into him, hard enough it has an abrupt, startled whimper bursting from Erwin.
Restraint vanishes—Levi begins pulling him back into every jarring thrust of his hips, fucking into him hard and fast. And Erwin doesn’t hate it—no, he loves it. He can’t control the groans spilling from his throat and squeezing out from his bared teeth, but they’re genuine, and continuous. He pushes back into it, eager for more.
Every hard collision of Levi’s pelvis and strong thighs against his body jostles him purely from the force of it. The manner of which Levi fucks him is intense, making him dazed and lost in how good it feels. His head is spinning. Every time Levi’s thick cock pounds deep inside him, it overwhelms him with sensation, a deep pleasure chased by pain, a feeling so incredible it has him clenching his hands and feet as he bears Levi’s enthusiasm. He’s just big enough that he’s stimulating Erwin’s prostate, making him drip everywhere.
Momentarily pausing to catch his breath, Levi gropes aimlessly at Erwin’s ass, his thighs, stroking those broad, calloused hands up along his sides. It’s nice. Erwin hides his face in his arms and silently enjoys it. But then Levi pushes on his lower back. Understanding, Erwin settles on his stomach, pinning his dick to the covers. Levi settles on top of him—he’s heavier than he looks. Erwin likes it. Levi braces his hands against the bed and begins driving down into him, panting and grunting from above. And—fuck—this position makes him go so much deeper—
Erwin’s mouth falls open and his eyes roll back into his head. He’s unable to help the moans and whimpers bursting out from within him. He buries his face into a pillow to muffle it. Levi fucks him harder, faster, until the clap of his hips meeting his ass is loud, filling the RV alongside Levi’s grunts and Erwin’s moaning.
And then, suddenly, Levi is grunting and snarling like a wild animal who’s won the fight but isn’t walking away unscathed. Injured, dying. He pushes in deep, shoving his hips hard into Erwin, forcing Erwin’s into the bed. Erwin goes silent, utterly silent, feeling Levi’s thick shaft pulse inside of him. And it’s—unbearably hot. He likes it. He likes feeling Levi come inside him...
“Shit!” Levi hisses, and then he moans. A gasp of air. A thick swallow. A hoarse voice. “Oh, fuck, Erwin—you—you’re too damn much.”
He’s already done. It took probably four minutes. Erwin doesn’t care. It was like a fast exhilarating ride that had to come to an end, but the satisfaction easily surpassed the expectation. He rises up shakily onto his knees, at least enough to reach in and begin stroking at himself. But Levi notices. And he stops him. He grabs him by the wrist.
“Let—let me…” Erwin breathes, unbelievably aroused by the knowledge, the feeling that Levi is still keeping his cock buried inside his ass despite the fact he already worked through his orgasm. It’s like he’s basking in the feeling and Erwin wants to join him. He wants to come so badly with Levi inside of him—if he would just—let go.
“Nah,” Levi says, breathless still. “I’m going to pull out, but don’t touch yourself, big guy. I have plans.”
Erwin sags forward into the bed, giving in. Levi pets gently at his hair, sweeping it out of his flushed face—a shockingly gentle touch. Erwin feels more flustered by that than the sex. He says nothing. Levi pulls out, slow and easy. Erwin clenches up when the head breaks free with a wet sound. Levi settles back on his calves. He spreads Erwin’s ass apart. Erwin blushes, hides his face in the pillow again.
“I’m not going to let you drip this all over my sheets. Just push it out.”
That’s not embarrassing. Sighing, Erwin bears down. He immediately feels the gush of his hot semen, a warm dripping down his taint. Levi must have planned for this. There’s a box of tissues placed on the small side table by the bed. Erwin peeks over from his pillow to see him lean over and retrieve one. He is methodical cleaning it up, which Erwin is grateful for. He would probably combust if Levi teased him.
“Why no condom?” Erwin murmurs, voice more level now that the fog has lifted. He watches Levi regard the used tissue with a grimace. Not quite as sexy now that it’s wadded up in a tissue. He tosses it in the trashcan against one of the walls and then retrieves the bottle of lube from the side table. Erwin is a bit surprised when Levi squeezes out a generous glob and reaches back behind himself. Levi looks into his eyes while saying, “Because it feels better that way.”
Pretty irresponsible of a guy who seems pretty responsible—and clean. Erwin regards him with an arched brow. Looking away, Levi focuses on fingering himself now and—what exactly is he planning? He takes a significantly less amount of time preparing himself than Erwin. Obviously, he has more experience in that regard. Or… maybe he already took care of it earlier and this was just precaution. He lays with his back to the pillows, getting comfortable. Erwin wearily sits up, waiting for his instructions, because undoubtedly, they shall come.
“Would be pretty sad if the first lay you got in a while ended with you jerking off,” Levi mutters, casting him a brief glance. Erwin’s jaw nearly drops when Levi shimmies further down on his back, rolls his hips up, and wraps his arms around his legs. He definitely prepared beforehand. His asshole is practically already open, pink and wet and hairless—Erwin has to tear his eyes away. Levi is frowning and… blushing. Cute. Erwin did not expect this turn of events at all.
“Don’t make me change my damn mind,” Levi sighs, scowling. That spurs Erwin into action. He knows how to handle this arrangement infinitely more. He is thrilled to be given control. It’s obvious Levi wanted to be on the receiving end, too, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble. No way is he doing this for Erwin’s sake.
He gets between Levi’s legs and has to wonder what he’s allowed. Where can he touch? Can he kiss him? Erwin questions why he even has the urge to kiss across those open thighs, to nuzzle into his groin, to kiss his forehead, his frowning, blushing face. Maybe because it’s apparent to Erwin how vulnerable this man really is. How much he wanted this, how much he wanted Erwin, his intimacy.
Erwin allows himself one selfish indulgence: he leans in to kiss Levi. Levi grunts into it, tilting his head back with too much force. It jostles their kiss and Erwin pulls back to let him adjust, searching his face. Levi looks calm, but his cheeks are pink, and his eyes are alive. Erwin leans back in.
Their kiss is wet and warm and slow, a deep overlapping. When their tongues are together, lips locked, Erwin shifts closer, trapping Levi against the pillows. He slips his hand further down to stroke three fingers over his loose, wet hole. He’s so smooth here, so hot to the touch. Levi pauses in their kiss, tensing up under him. Erwin tests the give; it’s so easy, how his fingertips sink right into him, no resistance. Damn. He can’t help but wonder how he got himself to this point. He must have a toy of some kind to aid it. The thought is dizzying.
He slips his wet fingers out and wipes what he can along his achingly hard cock. He breaks the kiss to instead focus on what he’s doing. He lays one big hand over Levi’s groin, hooking his thumb under his balls, rolling them up and out of the way. He curls his fingers around his soft dick to hold it loosely. The dominating gesture is a nice contribution to the pool of his heady arousal. He feels so lost again.
He shifts closer on his knees, teases this loose, pink hole with the head of his cock. Levi takes in a sharp breath. He’s watching closely, hands sliding down from his thighs to place them on his ass, spreading himself further. Erwin lets the thick head slip into him, and Levi is obviously eager to feel it; he drops his head back against the pillows, mouth open and eyes closed. So blatantly submissive in his own way, Erwin has to wonder how he appeared so dominant at first. But Erwin makes him wait for it. He strokes his thumb around Levi’s balls, tightening his fingers just slightly around his softening penis, enough to make Levi lift his head and look at him with this odd, dazed expression on his face.
“Can you get hard again?” Erwin asks softly, searching in his hooded eyes. Levi shrugs.
“No. But I can have another orgasm just from getting fucked. So why don’t you do it already?”
Erwin can’t argue with that. He smiles faintly and obeys: he slides in fully, in one deep, smooth push like Levi had done to him. Only he’s much longer—the way Levi’s breath leaves his lungs makes him think he felt that one quite well. Levi grits his teeth and drops his head back again. This position, Erwin knows, makes for deeper penetration, as well. He imagines Levi knows what he likes, naturally, and wanted it this way. Erwin slides out, and then calmly pushes back in to the hilt, his heavy balls flush to Levi’s ass. Levi arches, grunting.
“S-So—fuckin’ deep—,” he grits out. Erwin watches his grimacing face as he begins pumping into him, slow and easy, deep enough his balls slap against him soundly. Levi is releasing these strangled sounds, vague in whether they’re in pleasure or in pain. Erwin closes his eyes, taken by the feeling. Levi is warm and tight around him, and—he knows this won’t last long at all. He tells Levi as much in a low mutter, wanting to at least grant him a fair warning.
“Fuck me hard if you’re gonna blow soon,” Levi grunts, earning Erwin’s hazy stare. He’s looking up at him angrily, his face flushed, jaw clenched. He readjusts his hands on his ass, keeping himself as wide and open as possible. “Pound me. I want it worth the effort.”
Erwin can’t resist that at all. He hooks his hands under Levi’s knees, feeling the sweat caught there. Levi moans when Erwin leans into it, crushing him into the bed, nearly bending him in half. Watching Levi’s face, Erwin draws out far enough just the head is in, before slamming the full length down into his ass, possibly into his guts based on this position. Levi’s face flickers through pain, through agony, and settles on blissful pleasure, eyes rolling up into his head as they close. That convinces Erwin he can take it.
He begins fucking him hard and fast, balls deep every time. Levi is yelling, a deep growl ripping from his lungs, his throat. He’s clutching at him, digging his nails into his sides, his chest. Desperate, just desperate. Levi whimpers and moans, his face hazy, eyes opening and closing, his mouth in a grimace, and then in a grin. Erwin can’t believe how sexy he is, watching him as closely as he is now. Levi is beautiful. He’s flushed red, his sleek hair a mess around his face, eyes unfocused and rolling, and—he’s grinning again. Beautiful.
He goes tense under Erwin at one point, making these guttural sounds in his throat, his eyes practically going crossed, his body coiled up like a spring ready to snap—and Erwin realizes he’s having an orgasm. Once the ecstasy passes, he begins shaking, gasping for air, his eyes rolling. When Erwin slows down for even a second, Levi reaches down, claps his hands over his flexing asscheeks, and snarls at him to keep going, baring his teeth up at him like a rabid, starving animal. So, Erwin does. The second time this happens, Levi goes limp and tense at the same time, clenching up so hard around his cock it nearly hurts, sobbing openly as he cries out ‘Yes, please, oh, God, fuck me, fuck me! This hole is fucking yours—! I’m gonna fuckin’ come again, fuck! Ah, f-fuck!’… And well, Erwin doesn’t last long at all.
At his own peak he forces his cock in as deep as he can, anchoring Levi’s smaller body to his, tugging him forward against his pelvis—and his mind goes totally white, his vision an explosion, an intense orgasm rolling through him. He brazenly snaps his hips hard, too hard, against Levi, greedy in claiming him, in lengthening such a disastrously intense feeling. Levi cries out from underneath him but Erwin doesn’t hear it. What he senses are hands clutching painfully hard at his ass, pulling him in, in, deeper, impossibly deeper, while a hoarse voice calls for it, for his—
“Come in me,” Levi gasps harshly, digging his nails into Erwin’s ass, pulling him in. “Fuck yes, there—there you go. That’s it. Mmnn.”
He’s shaking still, Erwin realizes dimly. They both are. They’re both panting, soaked in sweat, slick where they’re joined. He cracks his eyes open to see Levi gazing up at him with a weak, dazed grin on his face, his eyes narrowed, and—tears are swimming in his eyes. Erwin freezes.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks in a breathless panic, reaching out to cradle his face with both hands, the overwhelming concern making him forget he’s supposed to hate him. Levi sniffles, smirking, and shakes his head. Rather than reply, he squeezes Erwin’s ass again and rolls his hips up against him, his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes hooded. Erwin’s eyes flinch shut. Levi huffs a laugh.
“That was so fuckin’ worth it,” he murmurs. His voice is hoarse. Erwin looks at him weakly, exasperated but also very satisfied, surprised by how filthy that had become. Levi is definitely the kind of man that knows what he wants. Levi looks—radiant, too, laying like this, flushed and smiling. Pleased.
Unable to help himself, Erwin leans down to kiss him. Their mouths are a bit gross from exertion but Levi tolerates it just so they can kiss, close-lipped, bringing his hands up from Erwin’s ass to hold the back of his head in his hands. His fingers tangle in his long hair—which seems to have partially fallen out of his bun, Erwin realizes. Levi twists those locks in his grip and pulls gently. Erwin takes the hint. He pulls back, searches Levi’s face, and finds an odd softness there. The severity he’d seen when he first met him is entirely lacking. Then Levi looks away and pushes at his hairy, sweat-slicked chest.
Obliging, Erwin pulls out, giving him some space. Levi is quick to scoot out from under him, retrieving a tissue. He cleans himself up, and while he does so, Erwin gratefully collapses onto the bed, jostling the entire thing, including Levi. He doesn’t pay any further attention to the other man, as thoroughly fucked out as he is. He just sinks into the pillows and closes his eyes.
For five minutes there is silence, disrupted only by Levi cleaning up a bit, rising to retrieve a water bottle from the table in the kitchen area. He hears Levi take a long drink. Erwin feels like a bag of bricks, ready to doze off into sleep, but Levi climbing onto bed and reaching out to nudge him on the leg puts a swift end to that wishful thinking. Erwin grunts in response. Levi’s voice is more controlled when he speaks.
“That was good. Thanks for not being a shitty lay. If you do stick around for a while, I want you to know that I’d want to fuck again. You’re… not bad. Not bad at all.”
Erwin lets Levi sit in silence for a moment. He’s too sleepy for this, laying face down upon Levi’s soft bed, enjoying the fading buzz of good sex, thrumming through his body,
“I’m touched,” he mumbles into the pillows. “For a guy who threatened to kick me out and face my inevitable death unless I had sex with him, you’re not too bad yourself.”
Levi contemplates this. Erwin hears him exhale harshly through his nose in what he believes may be a laugh.
“Well… Think of it from my point of view. I have limited options here in terms of cock. You had limited options out there in terms of survival. We both had something the other wanted. A mutual exchange. A trade. You can’t complain about that. It was up to you in the end. And you said it yourself before: it would’ve been much easier on me to just shoot you then and there.”
With that, Levi rises from the bed and Erwin hears him begin to redress.
“I need a shower. But first I have to put your ass back in the trailer. Get up, Blondie. You can take your nap there.”
Erwin smiles, hidden in the pillows and behind his longer, tangled blonde hair. He can’t help but like him.