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Levi was exhausted. Levi was exhausted, his feet hurt from running around all day running errands and standing in at meetings, and, above all, Levi was angry. No, maybe angry was the wrong word. Levi wasn't angry. He was…annoyed, maybe. Put-out might be more fitting. The best description for the way he buzzed with nervous energy, the way every little thing made him snap, was probably just frustrated. He was frustrated. After all, he could only deal with so many overbearing nobles, whiny merchants, and inane tasks from Erwin before it became too much even for him.
He must have looked practically murderous as he stalked down the halls of HQ to his and Erwin's rooms because everyone he passed seemed to flinch, hugging the walls as he swept past them, as if one look from him would set them ablaze. That was fine with him. Finally done with work for the day, the last thing he wanted was to talk with a single person more. The door of their rooms bounced against the wall as he threw it open, banging loudly. Levi slammed it behind him just as aggressively, tugging off his coat and forcing it roughly into a hanger.
Erwin watched him from the desk, paperwork temporarily forgotten as he gave Levi an unimpressed look, "You want to go back and try that again? You didn't quite break the door off its hinges."
Levi threw him a glare so scathing that anyone in their right mind would have apologised, shut up, and fled from the room as quickly as possible. Erwin, of course, was never in his right mind, and thus didn't move except to turn back to his paperwork with a shake of his head. Levi practically growled, hanging up his jacket.
"Don't give me that, Levi," Erwin said.
"Give you what?" Levi snapped, closing the wardrobe only marginally more gently than he had the door.
"That attitude that you give me when you're angry, and there's no one else around to take it out on," he replied.
"I'm not angry," Levi replied, stalking over to Erwin's desk, "I'm tired, and my feet hurt, but I'm not angry."
Not exactly a lie. Mostly, he was just causing issues on purpose, not that he would ever admit it.
Erwin glanced at him, but gave no response beyond that, flipping to the next page in the stack he'd brought home with him. The nearly-empty ink bottle jumped on the desk as Levi slammed his hand down onto the new paper, "Look at me when I'm talking to you."
Erwin stared at his hand a moment before he sighed, setting his quill in the holder and sitting back. He pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing it slowly as if trying to ease a headache, "Levi. You can't say you aren't angry and then go around slamming doors like a child and expect me to believe that."
He opened his eyes, looking up at his partner. Levi, despite his protests, was seething, jaw so tight it looked like his teeth were about to crack.
"I'm not angry." Levi insisted. Erwin tried not to sigh.
"Levi, do you need something? Do you want me to do something? I understand that you're upset, but I'm tired too, and I need to finish this paperwork tonight," he said. Levi's hand twitched, and Erwin grabbed it, taking it and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. The last thing he needed was Levi crumpling the page his hand had been over, "Give me half an hour, okay?"
"You're tired?" Levi spat, "I've been running around all day doing your job! Hange and I both! There's a reason I'm not a commander; I don't want to do this shit!"
"Levi, we're understaffed and underpaid. You know this," Erwin replied, trying to keep his voice level despite his mounting frustration, "We all have to step in and help where we can, or else this whole organisation will fall apart."
Levi tugged his hand away, and Erwin let his arm fall into his lap. Erwin was right, unfortunately. They were understaffed, and Levi wasn't the only one filling in jobs that shouldn't be his. That didn't mean he had to like it, however. He took a step back, taking a slow breath in and out before wordlessly turning on his heel. He heard Erwin sigh behind him.
"Levi, half an hour. Then I can do whatever you want," he said.
"I don't need you in half an hour," Levi said, glancing over his shoulder, "I need you now."
Selfishly, he did. If Erwin had gotten up from his chair right then, put aside work for the day just to keep him company, he probably would have forgiven him in an instant. Levi wasn't a weak man, but it was embarrassing how quickly he would fold for Erwin Smith. In the end, however, it didn't matter because Erwin didn't get up. He didn't even say a word as he picked up his quill again and returned to his paperwork.
Levi took a shower. He turned the water up as high as he could stand, hot enough to burn and reddening his skin. He hoped it would burn away some of this irritation boiling in his stomach, ease some of the hurt of being so easily put second for work (although he should know by now that was always how it would be). It didn't help. By the time he emerged from the shower and towelled his hair dry, the time spent had only served to let his frustration simmer and roil. He wrapped a towel around his waist, stepping out of the bathroom. Erwin was still at the desk.
Levi scowled at his back and crossed the room to their wardrobe in search of sleeping clothes. He could hear Erwin's quill scratching on the parchment. Levi wasn't even sure what he was doing. Revising a petition for the next Expedition, maybe. Levi was grabbing a shirt from the drawer when the quill went silent, and then he felt Erwin's eyes on him. Skin crawling with the feeling of someone watching him, even if that someone was his partner, Levi took the shirt and went to pull it over his head.
"Don't," Erwin said from behind him.
Levi tensed, resisting the urge to look behind him. Jaw tight, he pulled the fabric over his head defiantly. Erwin had been telling him what to do all day; he wasn't going to let him continue in his own home. He didn't even need to hear Erwin's feet on the floor to know Erwin was approaching him.
Still, despite the fact that he was expecting it, he sucked in a sharp breath as a hand landed on his waist, pressing him against the wardrobe. Erwin's voice was deceptively calm as he spoke quietly into his ear, "I said don't."
"I heard you," Levi replied. Erwin pressed closer to him, grip tightening. Levi melted only a for a moment before a new wave of irritation washed over him. With a growl, he pushed back against Erwin, knocking him off balance enough to flip them around. Before Erwin could react, Levi pressed him back where he just was, a finger in his collar to pull his face down until he could feel his breath on his cheeks.
"When we're working, I will never disobey an order. That's what I agreed to when I allowed you to become my commander," Levi hissed. "However, that privilege does not extend beyond work. You do not get to tell me what to do like I'm your bitch. Do you understand me?"
Erwin's pupils were blown wide, contrasting the way his brow furrowed in annoyance. When he didn't reply, Levi made a low, impatient noise in his throat and shook him by the collar, "I said, do you understand me?"
Erwin swallowed hard. For a long moment, it seemed he was going to continue in his defiance, and Levi felt about ready to scream. Then, he nodded slowly. Like a spring unwinding, Levi allowed some tension to ease from his shoulders. He released Erwin's collar, "Good."
Levi tried to back up, to turn away, but he only managed to half turn from Erwin before Erwin grabbed his wrist to halt him. He glanced back, voice sharp, "What?"
Cheeks flushed, Erwin swallowed again, tugging him gently closer, "Can I fuck you?"
Levi let him pull him close, didn't try to stop him as he wrapped an arm around his waist. He laid an indulgent hand on Erwin's chest, smoothing out the fabric of his shirt where it had rumpled, "Depends. Will you behave?"
Erwin nodded, and Levi felt a rush of sick satisfaction. If the rest of the Scouts knew how quickly their commander could be forced into submission, they'd never let him live it down. It thrilled Levi to know he was the only one who could do this to him.
"Good boy," Levi whispered, sliding his hand on Erwin's chest up to grab the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
It didn't take long for Erwin to get desperate; he was unbelievably easy to get worked up. Levi could feel his erection pressing against his stomach as they kissed fiercely, all searching tongues and biting teeth. Erwin untied the towel and let it drop to the floor, slotting his knee between Levi's legs. Levi groaned, mouth slipping away from Erwin's to lick at his neck, biting at his pulse point and relishing the soft moan that fell from Erwin's lips.
"Stop," Levi said as Erwin's hands went to tug the shirt off his head, "I already said I wouldn't take this off; what makes you think I'd let you do it now?"
Erwin's eyes flashed with irritation, but a raised eyebrow had him removing his hands reluctantly from the hem of the garment. Levi hummed approvingly, stepping back. His gaze travelled down Erwin's chest to the bulge in his pants, and he smirked.
"That hard from just a kiss? You really are pathetic," Levi said, "I assume you want to do something about that?"
"Yes," Erwin said, voice little more than a croak, and again Levi felt that flash of wicked satisfaction. Not that he'd let the emotion show on his face, though. He had more self-control than that.
"Strip down and get on the bed. Leave your boxers on," he said, and Erwin practically jumped to comply. Levi ignored the rustle of cloth behind him as he bent to open the bottom drawer of the dresser. From within it, he took two pieces of cloth, running them through his hands. One was silk, a rare commodity that he'd gotten some years back from a collection of excess fabric scraps. The other, slightly shorter, was of a thicker material and much sturdier. They'd be perfect for what he had in mind.
Levi turned to find Erwin already on the bed, watching him like a hawk. His eyes dropped to the fabric in Levi's hands, and he sucked in an audible breath. Levi took his time walking over, giving Erwin plenty of time to figure out what he planned to do with those little scraps of fabric, to take in the flush in his cheeks.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to palm Erwin through his boxers. Erwin groaned, "Shit."
Levi traced the large damp patch on the front of his boxers with one finger, listening to the way Erwin's breath hitched. He wanted to ruin this man. Perfect Erwin, steady Erwin, writhing and crying beneath him was a sight he rarely got to see. Levi wasn't often angry enough for that to happen, usually far too agreeable and weak to argue when Erwin bent him in half and fucked him hard, something he did enjoy well enough. There was something different, however, about Erwin being the one to get ruined, of seeing him come undone in Levi's hands.
"You have no control tonight," Levi said, "Understand? You are not in charge."
Erwin nodded, and Levi could see the reluctance in his eyes, but it appeared he was too desperate to argue. Levi arched an eyebrow, "Use your words."
"Yes," Erwin corrected, "I understand."
Levi nodded. Erwin looked at him, probably expecting some sort of praise in response that Levi had no intention of giving. Tonight, they were both quickly realising, wasn't about Erwin. Tonight was for Levi, and Levi alone.
With the silk, straddling Erwin's chest, Levi brought Erwin's hands above his head and tied them together, an extra loop attaching them to the bed frame. He gave them an experimental tug with one finger and, satisfied, slid down him to tie the other fabric around Erwin's mouth. He sat back when he was finished, trailing a hand down Erwin's chest and inspecting his work. Frustration and desperation danced together in Erwin's hooded eyes, and Levi could spend all day revelling in that.
"Look at you," he said, voice soft, "You're so much hotter when you can't talk."
Erwin glared and Levi smirked before getting up to retrieve the oil they kept for this. Deliberately taking his time, he could feel Erwin's eyes on him the whole time, searing and hot. It made Levi's cock twitch, made it so very hard to resist running back to the bed and riding Erwin hard and fast until they both came in desperate ecstasy. He resisted, forced himself to walk calmly back to the bed and settle slowly onto Erwin's stomach.
Voice conversational, he poured oil on his fingers and rubbed it until it was warm as he spoke, "If it were anyone else, I'm certain I could just take you without having to prep every time. Unfortunately, you have a stupidly massive dick, so you're just going to have to be patient. You can be patient, can't you?"
He glanced up and Erwin nodded. So obedient. Mouth ticking up in the corners, he shifted back so he could grind against Erwin's clothed cock, feel the heat of it against his ass. Levi's cock twitched. Erwin moaned around the gag, eyes fluttering. Desperation seized Levi in a rush; quite suddenly, the thought of having to wait any longer to have Erwin inside of him was agonising. Levi slid a hand up Erwin's stomach to his chest, running through the thick gold hair on his chest and bracing himself as he sat forward. The other hand went between his legs, two fingers nudging himself open.
Levi sighed, closing his eyes as he pushed inside up to the knuckle, scissoring and stretching far rougher than Erwin would. It burned, a pleasurable sort of pain that built steadily as he inserted a third finger. A small noise reached his ears, a desperate sort of whimper from his partner and he opened his eyes to find Erwin staring at him with eyes dark with lust. The message was clear. He wanted to be inside Levi and he wanted it now. Unfortunately, he wasn't the one in charge.
"Don't be a brat," Levi grunted, stretching himself wider. Fuck, that burned, "I'm not going to hurt myself just so you can get your dick in something."
The fabric of the gag was already damp with spit and that shouldn't have been as erotic as it was. Erwin's breath hitched at the nickname; he'd never admit it, but he'd always like it when Levi talked down to him, whether it was in bed or out of it.
Finally, Levi decided he couldn't wait anymore. He certainly should have prepped more, but Erwin was watching him with hot desperation in his eyes, gag damp and cock twitching in his boxers, and Levi decided it was worth the pain. He pulled his fingers out, feeling his hole clench around nothing, and wiped them off on Erwin's boxers. Erwin grunted an approximation of his name around the gag.
"Yeah, yeah," Levi exhaled. He hooked his fingers in Erwin's boxers, tugging them and setting them aside. Erwin's cock sprang free, leaving a swipe of precum on his stomach as it swayed pornographically. Levi licked his lips, eyes fixed on the drop of precum already building up on the tip.
"Stupid huge dick," he muttered, reaching out a hand to give Erwin a few slow strokes, "I used three fingers, and it's still going to hurt going in, you bastard."
He dripped oil onto Erwin's cock, and more between his legs until he was certain it would at least go in semi-easily. Erwin's hands twitched in their bindings; Levi was sure that if he were free, he would have already grabbed Levi by the hips and flipped them over, fucking inside of him. He wasn't free, though, and Levi took the opportunity to go slow, again using Erwin's boxers to clean his hand before lining himself up and pushing just the tip in. That went in easy, at least. It was the rest that was the problem.
Levi splayed his hands on Erwin's chest, bracing himself as he lowered himself slowly, feeling every inch. He gasped for breath, face red and sweaty as he was forced to pause halfway, "Damn you, Erwin."
Erwin was watching his every move, breath hard and fast, a bit of drool building at the corner of his mouth. Levi huffed a laugh despite himself, "Look at you. You're practically ruined already, and I'm not even all the way in."
He tipped his head back, sinking down lower, feeling the burn of it as Erwin filled him, until finally they were flush against each other. Shoulders heaving with each heavy breath, Levi sat back, moving his hands to grip Erwin's thighs behind him. He rolled his hips lazily, moaning as the cock inside of him brushed against his prostate. He watched Erwin with half-lidded eyes, mouth parted slightly.
"How's that?" he breathed, squeezing Erwin's thigh, "You finally have your cock in me; are you happy?"
Erwin nodded, moaning as Levi clenched around him. It was ridiculously hot how undone he already was, skin flushed red down to his chest as he heaved for breath. It wouldn't take much to make him cry, Levi thought with dark satisfaction. He sat forward again, pinching Erwin's nipples between his fingers. Erwin cried out, a strangled noise as he arched into the touch. Levi bent his head to Erwin's neck, biting down on his collarbone as he lifted his hips and slammed back down. Erwin yelped, whole body convulsing.
"Fucking slut," Levi growled as he moved his hips up and down, setting a quick, even pace. His mouth moved over Erwin's neck, chest, and shoulders, alternating between sharp bites and soothing kisses, "You talk so big, trying to tell me what to do, but the moment there's the possibility of getting your dick in me you'll do anything I say, won't you?"
Erwin moaned, panting and gasping with desperate pleasure and each sound made Levi's cock twitch. He shifted with a groan, and then practically collapsed onto Erwin's chest as the new angle had him hitting his prostate with each thrust. With some effort, he got his arms back underneath him, lifting up almost to the tip before dropping back down again. Erwin whined, the sound muffled, and with a flash of sudden irritation, Levi reached for the gag. He undid it as he ground desperately on Erwin, tossing the scrap of fabric aside carelessly. He supposed enough was enough; he wanted to hear every noise he could rip from Erwin's lungs, every gasp and moan and whimper.
Levi raised himself up again with trembling arms, nearly pulling off before slamming back down onto him. Electric, blissful pleasure.
"I could come from just your cock," he groaned, blinking rapidly as he tried to keep his eyes open. Erwin was still watching him, always watching him, brows pinched together and eyes desperate.
"Levi," he groaned.
"You're so fucking huge, and it feels so damn good," Levi continued.
"Levi, please." Erwin's voice was raspy.
"I could probably come right now, if I wanted," Levi grunted as he dropped back down onto him, "But I've got my heart set on making you cry before I do."
It didn't look like that far off of a goal if the way Erwin's eyes were glistening was any indication. Levi tangled his fingers in his chest hair, tugging, his other hand pressing hard against his nipple.
"Oh shit, shit," Erwin gasped, "Fuck, Levi, please, I need, nnnh."
Levi tugged harder and he whimpered, back arching and hands tightening into fists. His head fell to the side, muscles loose and limp. Fuck, that was so hot. If he died right then, Erwin writhing and begging beneath him with his cock in Levi's ass, he wouldn't even be upset; he couldn't think of a better last view to have. He pinched Erwin's nipple hard and got a strangled, hiccuping shout in return. A tear slipped down Erwin's cheeks.
"Look at you," Levi growled, voice low and thick in his throat, "Not so confident are you now that you're crying and begging. You know, I think I like you better like this. If only you were always this obedient."
He gripped his cock with one hand, head bowing as he stroked himself in time with his thrusts, "Shit. Shit."
He was close. He'd been close, and now he rode the edge of his orgasm. He didn't need much to send him over the edge.
"Levi," Erwin sobbed, tears streaking down his face as Levi thrust back down onto him, and that did it. Like a knot unwinding in his stomach, he came hard, ropes of cum spilling across Erwin's stomach, onto his chest. Erwin pulsed inside of him, but didn't come, not yet. Good.
Gasping, shaking, Levi rode out his orgasm and pulled off of Erwin, feeling weak.
"Levi," Erwin whined, "I haven't—I need to—"
"You think I'd let you come in my ass?" Levi gasped, glaring up at him through his lashes, "I just took a fucking shower. Just give me a second."
He wouldn't leave Erwin on the edge like that, not tonight anyway. Erwin had been good, all things considered, and he deserved a reward. As soon as Levi's breathing settled, he wrapped his hand around the base of Erwin's cock, taking his tip into his mouth. Precum dripped onto his tongue, ignored as Levi took him deeper until his cock was in his throat. He swallowed, and Erwin groaned. Tongue swirling as well as it could around the thick length in his mouth, Levi began to suck, only pulling off enough to breathe before sinking back down again. The string of curses and moans he managed to draw from Erwin's lips was like a prayer, washing over Levi and making his cock twitch in interest without any heed for the fact that he'd come only moments before.
"Fuck, fuck," Erwin groaned. He thrust up into Levi's throat, and Levi let him, going still and allowing Erwin to take what he needed. Sharp thrusts had him sinking deep into Levi's throat, precum salty on his tongue each time he pulled out. Levi braced himself on Erwin's hips. He knew he had to be a mess—he could feel drool and tears on his face, but he couldn't bring himself to care as Erwin fucked his throat mercilessly.
"Levi," Erwin groaned, and that was the only warning Levi got before hot come spilt into his mouth and down his throat, cock continuing to hit the back of his throat as Erwin thrust through his orgasm. Levi took it all until Erwin was spent, before he pulled off and coughed, gasping for air.
"Holy shit," he croaked.
"Are you okay?" Erwin asked, breathing hard.
"Fine," Levi rasped. He was going to have to come up with a good excuse to give everyone as to why he sounded like he was dying tomorrow. Shaking his head, he reached to untie Erwin's hands. The moment they were loose, they settled onto Levi's hips, holding him close as he pressed his lips to his neck. They sat in silence for a long moment, each trying to catch their breath, before Erwin pulled Levi in for a fierce kiss.
"Another round?" he murmured, nearly growled, against his lips, "I want to fuck you."
Levi barely even hesitated before he nodded, "Just don't come in me; I meant it when I said I didn't want to shower again."
"Deal," Erwin smirked wickedly, and pushed him back onto the bed.