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"I can see it,” Levi snorts, tipsy, “you smile all gallantly and majestically, with the pretence of benevolence and kindness, but underneath that, you are plain horrible. What a conniving little minx you are. Anyone with a pair of eyes should be able to see that.”
“Oh?” Erwin sneers, tilting the wine glass to take another cool sip, "I like making money, so what? Don’t you? Money is money, doesn’t matter where it comes from. Most of it’s going towards preserving art and history anyway. I'm doing humanity a favour.”
“You are morally abducting people by taking advantage of a disability,” Levi hisses, "I don’t care if it’s your own, that’s a shit thing to do.”
“Learn to look at the bigger picture, will you?” Erwin huffs, and Levi spots an almost-pout on his lips, as if he finds the situation amusing and trivial. It makes every molecule of Levi’s blood boil with seething fury. What a fucking bitch. To think that he has thousands of people swooning over him and lathing praises at his feet.
“You–”
“I, what? Get over yourself, you self-righteous fool. Maybe it’s time you take your own advice and grow a pair of eyes, hm?” Erwin finally removes one of his feet that have been lying comfortably on top of Levi’s crotch the entire night, but as he does so, he slides his foot smoothly along his other ankle and up, up, up until it’s touching the juncture of his, very, very naked, inner thigh and clothed pelvis, showing off the length of his legs as well as the dexterity of his joints.
Levi’s arousal strains against the seam of his dress pants like he is an inexperienced and depraved teenager, and Erwin offers him a pleasant smile as he inevitably feels the hardness grow against the sole of his foot. But Levi can see past the, admittedly, well-constructed mask. Levi can see his devious and calculating nature; the superficial warmth in his eyes only serves its purpose to hide the harsh, cruel coldness that seems to be penetrating every inch of his whole existence.
Erwin grins at him, but it’s nothing like the wolfish, predatory teeth-baring kind that one may expect.
It’s sly.
Like a fox.
Levi has never lusted after a man so much before, has never even met a man quite like Erwin Smith. Who he knows can command and garner the respect of an endless audience with nothing but words and a deceiving smile. Who can so completely cloak and immerse his ruthless cruelty in fabricated kindness. And Levi hates that he feels attracted (because then what does that say about him? For being so allured by such depravity?) to the way Erwin can keep everyone vying for his attention, because it’s probably what Erwin wants from him. What a bitch, he thinks.
“What a bitch,” he says.
“Takes one to know one,” Erwin hums, and presses his foot onto Levi’s crotch harder. The pressure is so delicious, Levi almost whines out loud, but manages to hold himself back before the embarrassing sound erupts from his throat like a frog leaping out of his mouth.
“Hey, Levi,” Erwin suddenly says, voice innocent like an angel, no hints of his previous displays of manipulation evident any longer. Levi hates that he can switch between the two so effectively, so efficiently. Like a perfectly calibrated on-and-off button. Jesus, how does this man have so much fucking control? “Think you can come like this?”
Levi doesn’t bother to dignify the question with an answer, just growls low in his throat instead, like the animalistic beast he seems to inevitably become whenever he’s around Erwin. He grips the milky white ankle in his lap, rutting up against it. Carnal with primal need.
“Dog,” Erwin hisses with disgust, yanking his foot back roughly, but his eyes give him away and Levi knows he enjoys it. Can tell that he relishes the way Levi is panting after him like an overeager mutt. “How dare you touch me with your dirty paws.”
And Levi finds himself turned on even more. What the fuck, how is that even possible?
“Get on the floor,” Erwin orders, “do you have any lube?”
“Between the cushions on your left,” Levi tells him as he kneels down on his heels on the carpet in front of Erwin.
“Kinky,” Erwin smirks as he digs around and pulls out the tiny tube of lubrication that Levi leaves there for his one night stands. Vaguely, Levi hopes that this isn’t just a one-time thing. Doesn’t think he’d be satisfied with one fuck, thinks he’s willing to give chase on all fours for more. “Legs apart.”
Levi shuffles his thighs apart sluggishly, enthralled by the sight of Erwin sinuously peeling off his underwear with one hand, and promptly chokes on his spit when Erwin spreads his own legs far apart obscenely, bent at the knees. Levi sucks in a breath, almost drunk on Erwin’s languid sensuality.
Unconsciously, he’s risen on his haunches, leaning forward to hopefully cop a feel of the porcelain skin stretched across Erwin’s muscular thighs.
“Bad doggie.” Erwin lays a foot on his shoulder and nudges Levi back down onto the floor. “I didn’t say that you’re allowed to touch me.”
“What–” Levi begins to protest.
“Or yourself,” Erwin interrupts warningly, “keep your hands on your knees where I can see them.”
Begrudgingly, Levi grips his knees with both hands.
“Good boy,” Erwin purrs as he uncaps the tube, and Levi briefly wonders how Erwin’s plans to get the lube out onto his own fingers with only one hand. He is then equal parts startled and aroused by the sight of Erwin shoving the opening of the lube tube past the tight rim of his asshole and squeezing half the bottle directly into himself. Levi probably pops a vein when Erwin mewls at the sensation of the cold lube suddenly entering his warm system, and can’t even manage to pretend to be annoyed when Erwin chucks the tube away without even recapping it.
Levi actually whines, low in his throat, when Erwin traces a finger gently down his ass-crack to gather the excess lube that has leaked out of him.
“Fuck,” Erwin gasps when he pushes the first finger into himself, all the way down to the knuckle. Levi gives his own answering swear, dick throbbing madly against the zipper of his pants, but before he can even blink, Erwin’s already nudging a second finger against his rim.
“You’re… loose,” he gulps, unable to turn his eyes away from the sight of the blond’s asshole relaxing easily around two thick digits.
“Is that a ba-bad thing?” Erwin asks as he begins to thrust his two fingers in and out of himself. The lube squirts out around the edges when he withdraws them and drenches the couch, and Levi’s anger and disgust are nowhere to be fucking found, apparently.
“No, it’s not,” he answers, truthfully, hands squeezing his knees. “I– like it.”
Licking his lips, Levi looks up in search of Erwin’s face and finds a lustrous gaze awaiting him. He’s never seen so many shades of blue so unique and mesmerising; even if he had the skill to paint such beauty, he wouldn’t have the colours and materials to do so. To Levi, Erwin’s allure is divine, impossible to be captured on a simple, lowly canvas, a piece of art only existing as it’s happening.
“Good.” Erwin smiles down at him, proud and angelic, and Levi can’t help but feel like a servant peering up at his god.
He’s broken out of his reverie when Erwin moans loudly. Levi glances back down and realises that there are three fingers fucking into Erwin’s hole now, lube pooling into his palm and dribbling absolutely everywhere.
The wet sloshing noise of Erwin’s fingers thrusting against his slick walls is enough to get Levi feeling more parched than a man attempting to survive an Australian summer without air-conditioning, and it sure as hell doesn’t help when Erwin casually slips his pinkie into his hole alongside his other fingers.
I could fist him, the thought comes to Levi’s mind unconsciously, god, since when did I become so fucking perverted?
Whatever, it’s too late to go back now. He’s never been this desperate to fuck a man and his cock has never been in so much pain from wanting to come. Erwin’s not even paying him any attention at this point, too absorbed in finger-fucking himself to oblivion.
But it’s still a fucking amazing show, better than any porn he’s seen. Erwin’s legs are spread whorishly, four fingers shoving depravedly into his own ass, and he’s moaning sweeter than a bitch in heat.
“Show me,” Levi gulps, deciding to speak up and forcing himself to stop salivating over Erwin’s ministrations and to look at the man in the eyes, “stretch yourself. Spread yourself apart, show me how sloppy and wet that hole is.”
Erwin moans loudly, thighs falling apart even more. Levi’s hands twitch violently against his knees and he keens in answer. Retracting his fingers from his hole, Erwin grabs a cheek and spreads his ass so Levi can get a better view of his soft, red-rimmed pucker, obscenely stretched and gleaning with a thick layer of lube.
“Wanna get fucked,” Erwin whines coyly, sucking in breaths, in short, laboured puffs. “Wanna be fucked so bad, Levi.”
“Lemme fuck you then,” Levi pleads on his knees from his pathetic position on the floor, like a dog. “Let me, c’mon, Erwin. Please.”
“A-ah, no.” Erwin dips his fingers back in, the slide in easy and smooth. “Good things come to those who wait.”
"I'm not a patient man,” Levi growls. He digs his nails into the fabric of his pants, trying to gather some semblance of control—any semblance of control.
“Then you will learn,” Erwin groans, starting up the rhythm again, “for me. Won’t you, Levi?”
“Yes,” he hisses back, pain shooting through his leg when he blatantly realises he’s torn a small hole through the fabric of his pants with the sheer amount of strength he’d been gripping himself with. “Yes, I will. And when the time comes, Erwin, I'm gonna make you regret doing this. Regret denying me. ‘Cause I'm gonna fuck you so damn hard that when I'm finally done with you, you’re gonna forget what it’s like not having a dick up your ass.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Erwin questions, smug grin faltering when he jabs his fingers right up into his own prostate.
“It’s the motherfucking prophecy,” Levi taunts, and finds himself trembling with need when Erwin thrusts his fingers so roughly, stroking his own clenching inner walls so feverishly, his thighs quiver with the strain he’s putting on his legs. His abandoned cock twitches miserably against his abdomen.
“Let me touch you, Erwin,” Levi begs, body aching to be closer to the blond by any means, “let me take care of you.” He wants to hold Erwin’s legs up for him, wants to wrap a hand around his neglected, weeping cock and jerk him off, wants to see his own fingers disappearing into Erwin’s body as his hole greedily sucks him in.
“N-noooo,” Erwin moans low, which turns into a high-pitched whine when he slides past his prostate again, “watch m-me, talk t-to me.”
“Okay,” Levi breathes out in a rush, transfixed by the image of Erwin fucking into himself mercilessly, “okay, whatever you want.” Erwin gives him an urging moan. Levi feels himself smirk involuntarily. “Keep fucking yourself open on those fingers, yeah? Fuck yourself faster, harder. Make that slutty hole looser, for me. Forme. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Yeah? Get your ass all loose for me, can’t even tighten back up when I finally fuck into you.”
Erwin whines, Levi continues, preening with emboldened confidence. “Yeah? Like that? All sloppy, just like a whore’s cunt? You want to be used like that, Erwin, want to be fucked like the cheap slut you are? ‘Cause there’s no going back, Erwin, once I get my hands on you, that ass of yours will be nothing but an overused cunt. Do you want that from me, Erwin?”
“Yes,” Erwin sobs, breath hitching and coming out in light pants. His toes curl tighter and his mouth goes slack, he starts babbling incoherently. “Levi–yesyesyes–feels so good, can’t ima-imagine your c-cock, somuchbetter–wanna feel full, so empty–”
“Erwin.” Levi stares, mesmerised by the way Erwin’s body shudders once before going completely taut. Forgets his own arousal temporarily as Erwin digs into himself one final time, back arching off the couch in a beautiful curve that Levi could spend days on end replicating onto paper, so that the memory could be preserved. He feels the air being punched out of his lungs as Erwin’s cock spasms and comes, untouched, all over his own chest and stomach, he is more than immersed in the way Erwin’s eyes roll into the back of his head as it lolls limply against the back of Levi’s couch, face a messy mixture of tears, snot, sweat and drool.
Levi wants to lick it from his face.
“ErwinErwin Erwin–” his own impending orgasm forces him to come crashing back into reality, and he’s suddenly hyper-aware of his straining cock, almost painful with lack of pleasure and attention, and the sheer amount of unspent energy thrumming through his veins. He wants to come, but he can’t, not like Erwin, knows that he needs some form of physical stimulation.
Erwin mewls weakly in response to his name being chanted so hungrily, his body still shivering minutely as he slowly comes down from the high of his toe-curling orgasm. His legs flop back down, utterly spent, and one of them lands back down in Levi’s lap.
Gripping Erwin’s ankle tightly, Levi rubs a thumb soothingly in circles over the inner-side of Erwin’s ankle, reluctantly giving the other man a few minutes to calm down. Erwin lets out another soft keening sob that dies down quickly as he begins to gather his bearings.
“Levi?” Erwin groans when his breathing has finally evened out and his limbs have ceased their quivering.
“Yeah?” Levi whispers, barely paying any attention, too busy adjusting the position of Erwin’s foot in his lap so the heel of it is pressed up against the base of his dick. He gets little relief from it.
“What do you want?” Erwin murmurs, like he actually cares about what Levi thinks. He reaches his arm down and tilts Levi’s chin up.
“Wanna plough your cunt,” Levi counters, grabbing Erwin’s hand and kissing at his knuckles like a hungry dog desperately seeking affection from his owner. “You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Bet you like it rough, bet you like that you know you’re the only one who can push me past the point of control, you minx.”
“Have you earned it, though?” Erwin questions, pushing his still slick fingers past the seal of Levi’s lips, voice bored. It only serves to fuel Levi’s need to utterly destroy him further.
"I don’t know, have I?” Levi licks the webbing between Erwin’s index and middle fingers and lets the man rub against the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth. “Sir,” he adds, as an afterthought.
"I asked you first.” Erwin withdraws his hand and wipes the sticky spit across Levi’s chest. “Answer the question, sweetheart.”
“Don’t know if I've earned it, sir,” Levi smirks, “pretty sure you’d be willing to beg for it, though. Don’t matter how high you sit in that mighty throne of yours, you’re a cock-slut and you know it.”
“So what if I am,” Erwin replies, nonchalantly, “what makes you think you can satisfy me?”
“‘Cause I know how you bitches like it,” Levi says, grabbing an ankle and using it as leverage to yank Erwin from his sitting position until he falls down onto the carpeted floor in front of Levi, with his back against the couch. “You don’t want me kissing your feet or licking your boots, do you, sir? You need me to hold your head down and make you fucking take it like the cheap whore you are. Want me to pound your sweet pussy, sir? I know how fucking wet you are for it.”
“Hmmm,” Erwin fakes consideration as he lets Levi grope blindly at his hips with possessive fingers, "I don’t know about that. I think you may need to work a bit harder for it.” Having said that, he plants a foot firmly against Levi’s sternum and solidly pushes him away.
“You should know better,” he smiles thoughtfully, insulting Levi with a tone akin to if he had been bestowing the grandest of compliments, "I don’t want a man who knows what he’s doing, or a man who thinks he’s clever enough to know what I need. I want a rabid mad-dog who’s lost his mind and forgone control, who can take without reason or hesitation what he considers his. Levi, do you want to be my attack dog?”
Cock twitching painfully in his slacks, Levi seethes, feral, "I'm gonna fuck you so fucking hard that you’re gonna be fucking bedridden for at least a week.” It’s a pity, really, because Erwin could probably press a chaste kiss to his forehead at this point, and Levi could probably explode like an inexperienced horny teen. Levi is so hard it physically hurts.
“That’s more like it,” Erwin grins, and wets his lips teasingly. He spreads his thighs open a bit more as a reward, just enough so Levi can catch a glimpse of the slick, sloppy hole hidden between his two perfectly round ass-cheeks. Levi snarls, because he wants to see more, wants to touch, wants to fucking feel and claim it for himself.
It’s his, goddamn it. His to admire, His to play with, his to use and fuck, and fuck if he ever lets someone else even go near it, even dare to entertain the thought of setting their filthy gaze upon it. He’s earned it. Earned the privilege to.
Erwin evidently notices Levi’s rapidly waning self-restraint too, so he pushes himself off the floor and sways towards the kitchen with sadistic amusement alight in his unsteady steps.
“Welp,” he says, a perfect facade of disappointment, “until you can do that, don’t touch me.”
And with that, he leaves Levi frozen in the middle of his own living room, his erection harder than a rock and he hasn’t even touched it yet.
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After spending a considerable amount of time—more than what he’s willing to admit, Levi is finally able to calm himself down enough so that his about-to-orgasm erection wilts to maybe-take-care-of-me? half-mast at best. At the very least, his pants are no longer so tight that he feels like his dick may fall off due to a lack of proper blood circulation.
In the meantime, Erwin has gone into the kitchen to have a drink of water and pick at some of the extra dinner foods Levi had left in the frying pans. He has also, unabashedly, helped himself to Levi’s luxurious bathtub and shower to clean himself up.
Of course, he had informed Levi beforehand. As Erwin had put it, having a perfidious nature does not translate to a lack of politeness or etiquette, which Levi would like to beg to differ but then Erwin would probably make him actually do it—beg, that is. He’d asked for towels and a spare change of clothes, but Levi’s brain had been a mushy mess and he’d been too busy trying to kill his erection to really process what Erwin had been saying. So, Levi had directed the other man to a stack of towels and one of his bathrobes, which, to be fair, is probably the only piece of clothing in the vicinity of Levi’s household that will even fit Erwin.
Levi goes to take his own, very cold, borderline freezing shower afterward. Letting the chilling spray rain down on him and efficiently wilting his boner. He entertains the thought of beating one out as the water glides down his back but eventually decides against it. Oddly, he thinks he should save it up so he can empty more of his cum into Erwin’s ass in the near future, a desire driven by the nonsensical primal urge to mark Erwin up and prove himself worthy of his attention. It’s a peculiar thought that he’ll come back to later when he’s a little more clear-headed, he concludes, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist as he uses another to soak away the wetness in his hair.
He finds Erwin relaxing on his balcony, enjoying the wine they had opened up earlier for dinner. He’s clad only in the bathrobe that Levi had lent him, and the view alone almost causes Levi to sprout another hard-on. The thing is, Levi’s bathrobes usually, respectfully, come to well below the knees for himself, which is typically how long bathrobes are supposed to be. However, on Erwin, the robe fucking stops barely midway down his thighs.
It’s enticing, and despite the apparent lack of femininity in Erwin’s approximate everything, Levi wants nothing more than to march over to his balcony and slowly snake his hands up the robe and over the curve of Erwin’s buttocks until the material is bunched around Erwin’s hips and Erwin is on display for him like an expensive prostitute from a misogynistic, oversexualised 90s film. Fuck, Levi could probably just slather some slick over his cock and slide right into that inviting heat, still loose and soft from the finger-fucking earlier.
Levi doesn’t get far, though, gets his fingers to the edge of Erwin’s bum before the blond is irritably slapping his hand away.
“Your neighbours can see,” he huffs with disdain, picking up his glass of wine and swirling it gently.
“So what?” Levi counters, “you can give ‘em a show like you did for me. Don’t you like that?”
“And by the off chance get arrested for indecent exposure?” Erwin says with a condescending sneer, “not everyone wants to have a criminal record.”
Levi pauses for a beat, reflecting the nuance in Erwin’s decidedly offhand comment. But when has Erwin ever said words without a purpose? “Jesus fuck, do I even want to know how you know that?” He scowls.
“I told you, I was obsessed with your work for a while,” Erwin replies with a nonchalant shrug, “there was barely anything about you, though, so I dug around and found some information.”
“Fucking stalker pervert,” Levi mutters sourly under his breath.
“Ex-con,” Erwin says, detached and cold.
“You really don’t give a shit, do you?” Levi scoffed, bitter.
“Some of us learn that compassion is a fallacy at an early age,” Erwin murmurs, voice flat, “some children’s innocence are forcibly taken from them when they are still too young.”
A beat of silence passes over them, before Levi realises something of glaring importance.
“Are you staying the night?” He asks. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
“My chauffeur got off work two hours ago,” Erwin says by way of an answer.
“Call a taxi,” Levi grunts
“And go home wearing what? My pants are still wet from where you decided to drool all over them earlier, and my shirt’s in an even worse state,” Erwin explains tersely, “I’ll stay the night and get my chauffeur to deliver clean clothes in the morning and then he can drop me off at the gallery.”
“Fine,” Levi concedes, “but you sleep on the couch.”
“I don’t fit on your couch,” Erwin says, “besides, your bed is clearly big enough for both of us.”
“Why the shit are you so demanding? This isn’t even your house,” Levi swears, “don’t try anything weird with me in my sleep, old man, or I’ll kill you.”
“Dream on.” Erwin laughs.
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Levi is the kind of man who wakes up at precisely 8 AM every day, the only exception being whether or not he gets absolutely trashed the night before. Then, he allows himself ten minutes of mental recon, to gather his bearings before slowly shifting out of bed in search of painkillers.
Last night, somehow, the two of them had ended up downing another two bottles of wine in an impromptu drinking contest before Levi realised it was time to turn in. They’d tipsily stumbled to his bedroom, Erwin passing out almost immediately, robe and sheets wrapped around him modestly, while Levi spent a few precious moments pawing at the body parts he could reach before hitting the breaks on consciousness himself.
As he waits for himself to come to full consciousness, Levi stares contemplatively at the lump of long limbs and blond hair slumbering serenely on his bed next to him. This accidental tranquillity is cruelly broken as Levi becomes hauntingly aware of the heavy need twitching between his legs. After glaring menacingly at his morning wood proves futile at making it go away, Levi turns around and sulkily eyes the peaceful body strewn next to his.
The robe had risen further up Erwin’s legs during the night, exposing all of his thighs and just the barest hint of his ass (and well, Levi’s always been a bit of a blanket thief). There is something artistically appealing about the hints of erotism conveyed through the way the material unveils Erwin’s body in spite of the obvious innocence in intention. It gets Levi rethinking about going into the bathroom and battling his erection away under the unsatisfying spray of his shower. He considers and recalls what Erwin had confessed teasingly into his ears the night before.
A rabid mad-dog who’s lost his mind and forgone control, who can take without reason or hesitation what he considers his.
An idea crosses Levi’s mind, he leans down over Erwin’s form and swipes his tongue tentatively across the blond’s lips, only to get a hand shoved in his face, sleepily pushing him away.
“It’s too early, Nile,” Erwin murmurs drowsily, before turning away from him and falling back asleep on his side.
Fuck it, Levi decides, impatient and egged on by his imminent pleasure, and slivers down the bed. Erwin’s curled up in a fetal position now, and from his vantage point, Levi can see pretty much everything he wants to see. He grabs one of Erwin’s legs, fingers tingling as it comes into contact with his sleep-warm skin.
He positions Erwin’s foot in his lap, and gathers saliva in the dip of his tongue, and lets it drip down onto Erwin’s foot, thick and messy.
It’s, quite frankly, gross. But Levi’s going to finish what Erwin had started last night. He wants Levi to come, rutting against his foot like a depraved mutt? Then Levi will prove to him that he can. He will prove to this little prissy bitch who doesn’t even believe that Levi is worth the time of his day, that he is every bit the attack dog that Erwin wants him to be.
Because, in the long run, it’ll be Levi who reaps the benefits.
Rubbing his thumb roughly up and down the middle of Erwin’s sole in a mock foot massage motion, Levi smears his saliva evenly until most of the other man’s foot is coated. Then, he sits back on his heels, lines his cock up, and starts rutting against it.
In an unexpected anti-climatic twist, the smooth skin on the bottom of Erwin’s foot hardly provides enough friction for Levi to actually feel orgasm-inducing levels of pleasure, and the gap between his toes is nowhere large enough for Levi to slide his dick through, like a depraved satirical imitation of sumata.
Just as Levi’s contemplating whether he should just roll Erwin a little more onto his side and make good use of those muscular thighs, the said man stirs awake, legs stretching out and subsequently pressing an intoxicating amount of pressure against Levi’s aching erection.
“Fuck,” Levi breathes, grabbing Erwin’s ankle to hold him still.
“Nile?” Erwin groans, blearily blinking his eyes open. His voice is soft yet rough with sleep, too tantalising and innocent to the whole devious nature of the scene.
“Thought I was your dog,” Levi says, slowly sliding his hips up and down, waiting for the realisation to hit Erwin.
It doesn’t take long. Almost instantly, Erwin snaps to full awareness and peers down at the situation where his foot is being held captive for less than honorable means.
“You’re disgusting,” he hisses, although he makes no attempt to yank his appendage away.
“Woof woof,” Levi barks in ridicule.
Erwin doesn’t bother to answer him, however, he does slide his other foot down the sheets, eyes locking on Levi’s as he rubs his big toe over the slit of Levi’s cock. Levi’s jaw drops, and he whines low in his throat. Gazing down, he catches the glint of the sunlight fading into the room reflecting off on the pre-cum glazing Erwin’s foot.
“Can you come like this?” Erwin watches Levi’s cock twitch with fascination.
“Yeah,” Levi breathes, thrusting lightly into the pocket he’s created with his hand and Erwin’s foot. It’s just not enough, though, he needs some other kind of stimulation, needs something that helps with the doggie roleplay, like a pressure on his neck, like a pup collar, like—
He grabs Erwin’s other ankle and pulls it up towards his neck, only he is met with resistance. Levi growls, and slinks his eyes back up Erwin’s body to meet the blond’s challenging gaze.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I don’t want to do that,” Erwin says petulantly.
Levi hisses, his pleasure taking a brief pause. “You don’t want to do that because you’re uncomfortable, or you don’t want to do that because you don’t want to give me what I want?”
It’s truly unfair how the devious spark in Erwin’s eyes turns Levi on even more.
“Hmm, you’re my dog and this is my foot,” he says lazily, shifting to rest on his elbows. The robe falls open completely, revealing Erwin’s own erection, and his cock is so pretty Levi almost wants to cry. “I decide where it goes.”
“Fine,” Levi huffs, and lets Erwin do his thing. The other man smiles up at him sweetly, and presses his pre-ejaculate covered toe against Levi’s lips. Except, before Levi can dip his tongue out to clean him up, Erwin’s already moved on and is pushing Levi’s head back with a foot on his forehead.
“Can you come again afterward?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Hurry up, then.” With that, Erwin dismisses him and reaches over to the nightstand to grab his phone.
The combination of him being physically restrained like a mutt, and the awareness of the way he’s literally humping Erwin’s leg like a dog fuel Levi’s ministrations. He ruts harder, the foot at his forehead keeping his neck at an awkward angle. If it had been any other person, Levi would have long thrown them out of his bed for daring to make such a patronising move on him, but Erwin makes him want to kiss his feet and eat his ass—do anything he can to please him.
Erwin bends his toes and they press directly against Levi’s slit. Levi moans, his hand closing around his erection and jacking himself off while Erwin toes at the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” Levi moans, gaze laser-focused on the pale softness of Erwin’s inner thighs, hand tightening and jerking himself faster. “You’re so evil.”
“If you come right now, I'll let you fuck me,” Erwin grins over the edge of his phone, barely paying him any attention, but he scratches the edge of his toenail along the underside of Levi’s cock, prodding it in slightly harder over the bump of the vein and the pain of it sets Levi off like a malfunctioning fire-cracker.
His climax hits him harder than a baseball bat to the back of the head, skin tingling, and his nerve endings set on fire. He’s pretty sure he cusses Erwin out throughout, but can’t be certain because he genuinely blacks out a little.
“I fucking hate you,” Levi groans, falling face-first into Erwin’s crotch.
Erwin wipes his spunk-covered foot onto Levi’s sheets. “Sure, you do.”
Levi groggily lifts his head, Erwin’s cock hard against his clavicle. He peers at the other man through the valley of his pecs.
“The fuck are your tits so fucking big for?” He snaps, not too big on the post-coital glow, “wear a bra.”
“Maybe if you’re good for the rest of the week,” Erwin hums, still scrolling on his phone, “I’ll even let you pick it out if you pay for it.”
Levi’s cock gives a valiant twinge, but he’s going to need a few minutes to recover.
“Sit on my face,” he says instead, rolling over and sidling back up the bed. Erwin finally puts his phone down and side-eyes him.
“No,” he says just as Levi expects him to, “I’d crush you.”
Levi’s eye twitches with annoyance. “I can bench your weight easily, Smith. I’m stronger than I look, you won’t hurt me.”
“One, you don’t know how much I actually weigh,” Erwin snaps, “two, I don’t care how strong you think you are, I am not sitting on your face.”
“Your loss,” Levi shrugs, kissing a path down the column of Erwin’s neck. “Turn over, kitten.”
Erwin gives him a look like he’s considering getting up and walking out on him again, though, after a beat of silence, he sheds the bathrobe and rolls onto his stomach, tucking his knees up comfortably underneath himself, but not without an eerily sincere, “call me that one more time and I’ll cut your dick off.” Levi doesn’t doubt him.
Bending down, he gives Erwin a little mooch on his right ass-cheek, skin warm and supple against his lips. Erwin hums quietly. “Do you have dental dams?”
Levi frowns against his butt.
“If you don’t, you can’t rim me.”
“I’ll make you feel so good,” Levi reasons, grabbing a buttock in each hand and pulling them apart. Erwin’s hole stretches open relatively easily, apparently still relaxed from the night before. He gets a foot in his gut for doing so, but the vision of the blond squirming under his hands had probably been worth it.
“Don’t expect me to kiss you, then,” Erwin says grimly. “Either you kiss my ass or my mouth, your choice.”
Levi channels all his (sexual) frustration and negative energy and glares at the back of Erwin’s head. “Flip around.”
Erwin sits up and twists around, grabbing Levi’s face in his hands and pulls him in close. Levi closes his eyes, expecting a brain-melting makeout session, except it never comes. He blinks his eyes open with irritation.
“Dogs don’t kiss their masters,” Erwin says with a shit-eating quirk on his lips.
“I’m going to ruin you,” Levi grunts and licks a strip across Erwin’s lips. Erwin laughs and shifts onto his lap, grinding his ass down onto Levi’s reviving erection.
“Well? Get the lube and condoms and get to it.”
“Do you even need lube?” Levi flattens his tongue against Erwin’s jugular and nips at the skin under his jaw. He traces his thumb against Erwin’s rim, dipping it in occasionally.
Erwin moans into his hair, “are you serious? I have work in like one hour, but if you’re on your best behaviour at the gallery’s party, I’ll consider letting you do it dry.”
Levi answers by roughly shoving his entire thumb in. Erwin mewls and chases his finger down when he pulls it out.
“They’re in the drawer on your right,” he says and then remembers. “Hold on.”
Hooking an arm under Erwin, Levi manages to lift him off his lap with his legs around his waist and arm gripping his shoulder. He shuffles forward on his knees until Erwin’s back is against the headboard. He pulls open the drawer and grabs his lube and a string of condoms. Tossing the condom onto the bed, Levi squeezes a healthy amount of slick into his palm. When he finally looks up again, he finds Erwin staring down at him with shock alight in his eyes.
“What,” he scowls.
“You’re strong,” the blond grins, rocking his cock against Levi’s abdomen.
“I told you I can lift your weight easily,” Levi says, rubbing the lube onto his fingers and reaching down to Erwin’s ass. “I can hold you up and fuck you against the wall if you want to, princess.”
“Call me princess one more time and I will break both of your wrists,” Erwin bites out threateningly, although some of the petrifying and chilling effects are lost as his voice wobbles towards the end when Levi wiggles his index finger into his rear. “Fuck.”
Levi smothers his smirk into Erwin’s neck, finger pressing against the blond’s flesh, purposely avoiding his prostate. Erwin writhes in his lap, cock grinding against his own. Levi’s frankly amazed by how sensitive Erwin is, how he’s already leaking so much with only a finger up his ass, as he himself doesn’t get off on ass-play unless his prostate is constantly stimulated.
He introduces a second finger, and the squelching of the lube rings obnoxiously throughout the otherwise quiet room. Erwin’s gasps and groaning fill whatever silence there is, thick and guttural as the shorter man scissors his digits apart, briefly pressing the pad of one finger against Erwin’s sweet spot.
It doesn’t take long for Erwin’s hole to loosen, stretched sultrily and wide around three of Levi’s slender fingers. Levi pistons his fingers in and out of the slick channel, jabbing Erwin in the prostate every now and then. Erwin whines and holds onto the back of Levi's neck for dear life. Latching onto the junction between Levi's neck and shoulder, the blond laves the area with open-mouthed kisses. Levi hums against the pleasant sensation, curling his fingers and pressing persistently into Erwin's sweet spot. Erwin retaliates by biting down hard, clenching his jaw tight enough Levi swears he breaks his skin. He swallows, feeling his dick twitch with interest when Erwin’s ass swallows him sloppily and trying to clench up when he feels Levi pulling out. Except he can’t, already fucked too loose and wet.
Levi pats around for the condom and puts it on, wiping the excess lube onto his erection and nudging it up against Erwin’s ass where it’s open and leaking for him like a two-bit whore’s.
“Levi,” Erwin moans when the head of Levi’s cocks dips onto his hole but it slips out and up into his crack. “Stop t-teasing.”
“No,” Levi grins, sliding his cock up and down Erwin’s ass-cheeks, hesitating against his hole but not thrusting it in. “You’re just too pretty, Smi–”
He’s cut off mid-sentence when a hand clenches tightly in his hair and yanks it back brutally, hard enough he feels a few strands come loose. “Fuck–”
He looks up and is met with Erwin’s dark gaze. There is nothing except command and authority in those deep blue eyes—unwavering dominance; Levi licks his lips subconsciously out of nervousness, suddenly reminded of his place and embarrassed that he'd even forgotten it in the first place. He's never been particular to blushing during sex, but surely he feels his cheeks redden—even the pressure from holding direct eye contact with Erwin's intense look of demand sends cold sweat pouring through his pores, yet lights a passionate flame deep in his body.
“Dogs don’t speak human languages, do they?” Erwin asks, although there’s no questioning tone in his voice. Instead, it's cold and filled with disdain, as if he is doing Levi a favour by even letting him have sex with him, as if this is all a bother to him. He stares down at Levi condescendingly through his fringe, fingers tightening until Levi lets out a hiss at the burning pain in his scalp. “Now, what do dogs do?”
Trembling, he lets out a weak bark, but Erwin doesn’t let go of him, instead, he ruffles his hair as one would do to a lowly pet. Then he taps his open palm degradingly against Levi's cheek—a warning slap: if Levi dared to disobey him further, he has no doubt that Erwin wouldn't hesitate to discipline him properly. Levi's heart flutters, almost tempted to find out what kind of punishments Erwin could dish out.
“Good boy.”
Levi flushes all the way down his chest, beyond humiliated and on the verge of crying from the shame surging through his entire body—the acute kind of shame that only a virgin disappointing a girl the first time he has sex can feel. Yet, mortifyingly, his dick’s harder than it has ever been, and he’s leaking obscenely all over Erwin’s thighs and soaking the bedsheets with his pre-cum, unable to control himself. Like an overexcited puppy.
“Now, be a good doggie and fuck me hard, alright?”
Levi opens his mouth to verbalise his agreement and pauses. He nods submissively instead, and whines like a mutt when Erwin suddenly sinks down onto his dick.
“What,” Erwin scoffs as he begins to fuck himself, using Levi like a human dildo. “Forget how to move? Come on, I thought you said you could ruin me.”
That reignites a fire deep in Levi’s gut; he growls, snapping his hips up, quick and rough against Erwin’s rear, and grunts in satisfaction when the blond gasps and shudders against his chest.
“Good boy, you’re fucking me so well,” Erwin lewdly moans into his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, and bounces on Levi’s lap, “your cock feels so good.”
Levi’s hips stutter without meaning to, buckling upwards in response to the praise. He winces, dick throbbing against Erwin’s inner walls, dangerously close despite already orgasming once.
“Don’t come until I do,” Erwin pants, grinding down cruelly, no doubt feeling just how hard Levi’s cock is pulsating from where they’re connected.
Levi whinges, desperate to come. He fucks up into Erwin harder, faster—with enough force that he topples Erwin over sideways and folds him almost in half with the sheer need to bury his cock that much deeper into the welcoming, pulsing warmth, and begins pounding into the blond with abandon, on a mad mission to make Erwin come.
Erwin makes a wailing noise and grabs Levi by the back of the neck, shoving his tongue sloppily down his throat. The kiss is messy, and Levi, fucked out of his mind and too overcome by the pleasure shooting through his dick, drools all over Erwin’s chin and jaw.
He spears the blond onto his cock as deep as he can, erection harder than it's ever been in his life, and his eyes roll into the back of his head when Erwin licks the roof of his mouth, sending tingles and shockwaves right to his belly. He makes sure to swallow Erwin’s tongue back equally enthusiastically, conveying his gratitude to his master for allowing him to kiss him.
Too overwhelmingly engrossed with thrusting his dick in and out of Erwin’s wet heat and licking at his tongue and face, Levi doesn’t notice the hand yanking his hair and the heel kicking and digging into his back until Erwin stiffens and then goes slack, ass squeezing Levi so much he can’t tell the pain from the pleasure.
Levi’s vision whites out, on the brink of his own orgasm and he busily chases after it. When he comes, his hips don’t stop moving; he continues to frantically fuck into Erwin’s overstimulated body and sucking at Erwin’s slack mouth. Eventually, the stuttering of his pelvis dies down and he finally has enough awareness to pull his tongue out of Erwin’s throat.
Erwin coughs and splutters, wheezing and inhaling hard and ragged, limbs quivering against Levi's shoulders and the bedsheets and barely conscious from the asphyxiation. Levi leans back down and laps up his tears while the blond slowly recovers from being suffocated, only stopping when a large hand slides through his sweat-slick hair and a rough, fucked-out voice murmurs into the damp skin on his neck.
“Good dog.”
Levi shivers and his dick, still shoved deep into Erwin’s ass, twitches and leaks out a final, small spurt of cum when he feels Erwin’s smile slowly spreading against the underside of his chin.
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“I don’t have enough time to wait for my chauffeur,” Erwin announces as he steps out of the shower and into the living room, frowning hard enough that Levi almost feels bad for him.
Almost.
“Just wear what you wore yesterday,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “I don’t own anything that’ll fit you.”
“I can’t believe I’m this late.” Erwin drops the towel around his waist and reaches for his dress shirt, scowling at the missing top button. “Are my pants still in the studio?”
“I already got them for you,” Levi gestures at one of the armchairs.
“At least offer me clean underwear.”
“Aww, I was hoping that the great creative director may consider going commando under that nice, expensive suit of his,” Levi snorts and throws the pair of underpants he’d grabbed while Erwin had been in the shower.
Catching the clothing smoothly, Erwin glares at the other man. “These are jockstraps.”
Levi just shrugs again. “I’m afraid my briefs would cut off the circulation of your dick and make it rot off.”
“Next time I am going to make you beg,” Erwin smiles, all teeth, but puts on the jockstraps anyway. A tendril of excitement darts up Levi’s spine at the blond’s threatening tone and the sight before him.
“Stop complaining,” he huffs out instead, hoping that he’d masked the arousal in his voice, but the smugness on Erwin’s face told otherwise. “I’ll give you a ride.”
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Clothes rumpled and hair awry, Erwin steps off the bike.
“Buy a fucking spare helmet and a hair-dryer,” he tells Levi, clearly annoyed, “who the fuck even drives at eighty on a fifty street? You shitty dog, I should’ve dried my hair before we left.”
Levi laughs and revs the engine. “I was the one driving, of course, I wore the helmet.”
Erwin looks like he’s about to slap the shit out of him, and surprisingly, on second thought Levi thinks he may be into that if it’s in a sexy context.
He decides to walk Erwin into the gallery, not because he’s a gentleman, but because it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up gleefully watching the blond perform the Walk of Shame, given the state that he’s in.
Even though he hides it well, Levi can see that Erwin’s clearly uncomfortable with the multitude of gazes laser-focused on him as he walks through the entrance of the gallery. The receptionist, Christa, is openly staring at Erwin with wide eyes, and her pen slips from her fingers like a humiliating insult to Erwin. There's a tall, freckled security guard sporting a low ponytail who has completely ceased conversation with Christa just to follow Erwin’s stiff stalk into the very public lounging area in a messily crumpled suit and his glistening gold hair sticking out in all possible directions. Guess people have really never seen the man looking so disarrayed and out-of-composure before; hell, even Jean and his two security guard cronies look shocked.
How unsightly, Levi thinks, smirking to himself. So evil bitches like Erwin Smith can have moments of insecurity too, huh?
He marches right up to the man and gives Erwin’s ass an obnoxious slap, and manages to throw a possessive arm around his waist afterward, miraculously without getting punched in the face.
Erwin squeaks.
Levi croons loudly, “good morning, babe, how’s my little darling doing? Missing daddy’s cock up your sweet ass yet?”
Immediately, everyone’s eyes leave Erwin’s figure, some even blushing at the bold display of affection, and the outright crudeness of Levi’s words and actions. Levi thinks he hears a low wolf-whistle too.
“What the hell are you doing,” Erwin hisses quietly at him, anger hidden carefully under a neat layer of concern.
Shrugging, Levi slides his hand down a little and thumbs around the protruding edge of Erwin’s right hip suggestively. “Helping you out,” he replies nonchalantly, and figures, hey, if two can play this goddamned game, then why the hell would he not have some fun?