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The Captain was a fascinating person, and on more levels than his combative skill. He was peculiar, flitting about his Commander’s office like a trapped bird, hovering over Zeke’s shoulder and then, just as quickly, fluttering away again. Zeke imagined that if he were to press his ear to Ackerman’s chest, his heartbeat would be pounding hard enough to break his ribs. They must be fragile—as small, pale, and beautiful as the rest of him.
Or perhaps they were not. The Captain had an odd sort of strength, something that hid beneath a slight waist, soft hands, and bony ankles. It was borne of his lineage, a requirement to serve his liege—Zeke couldn’t help but be impressed. From looking at him, one might imagine him with hollow bones, as light and breakable as a glass ornament.
One might imagine, that is, unless they’d felt his blade at their throat. Zeke had, and he knew better, and yet, here he was. Imagining. Zeke supposed that made him odd, too.
Eventually, the Commander coaxed his Ackerman to sit down. He had to bribe him into an imitation of relaxation with tea and biscuits, although The Captain declined the sweets. He took his tea steaming hot and black, his fingers tucked against the rim of his teacup like the lid to a boiling pot. His fingers were scarred, calloused from endless days spent wrapped around a trigger.
Zeke couldn’t help wondering what they must feel like—what they must look like, wrapped around his Commander. Their size difference was striking, and yet, they slotted together like puzzle pieces. Zeke imagined—well, he imagined it was quite a tight fit.
It must be daunting. It must take so much preparation. Zeke licked his lips, thinking of those fingers spread wide apart, opened up to accommodate another man’s impressive girth. Perhaps Levi couldn’t get his hand around it at all, and he needed to use two, kneeling at his superior officer’s feet, fulfilling his most base purpose. Serving Erwin as his ancestors would have served their dukes and their lords.
Levi shifted in his seat, inching closer to Erwin, and Zeke realized he had been staring. Clearing his throat, he cut his gaze towards the Commander instead. He was more intimidated by Levi, but Erwin had his own set of issues.
Though he would never admit it out loud, Zeke would quite like for Erwin to like him. He wanted to show off for him, to prove his worth. He’d enjoy it if, at the least, the Commander saw him as a worthy adversary. Deep down, he knew that he would never best a man like Erwin, but there was an awkward sort of thrill in just making an attempt.
“So,” Erwin began, looking him up and down. “Now that we’ve got some privacy, why don’t you show me those books you brought along? I heard that you helped write some of them, even. Levi was telling me on the way up.”
“Oh!” Zeke was caught off guard, flustered by the thought that Levi had been listening while he talked. He flushed, licking his lips. “Yes, I—I co-authored a few historical articles. It was nothing, really. I haven’t done half as much as my mentor. Not yet.”
“Clock’s ticking, ape,” spat Levi, taking a long sip of his tea. “You’d ought to hurry up.”
“Levi, be civil, won’t you?” Erwin turned and passed Zeke a teacup, too, though this one had a chip in its handle. “Zeke has been focusing on his other prospects. That’s how he can be here with us tonight, because he isn’t cooped up writing. Isn’t that right, Zeke?”
Although Zeke never referred to either of them by anything but their earned ranks, neither Erwin nor Levi called him ‘Chief’. From the Captain, he understood—Levi simply did not respect Zeke enough to try. From Erwin, though, the sound of his first name sent a shock of warmth down Zeke’s spine.
It felt condescending . It felt like he was being talked down to, but not the way that Levi did it, with threats and sneering degradation. Oh, no—coming from the Commander, the blatant show of disrespect made him feel like a naughty child, like a Warrior in training being scolded by his superiors.
Zeke had always had issues with authority figures, and Erwin was no exception. He shifted in his seat.
Being mocked and derided by two men on the opposite side of the war should not have been making him hot under the collar. Zeke picked up his tea and sipped it, just so that he’d have something to occupy his mouth with. It was horribly bitter on his tongue, thick with floral fragrance, and he had to force himself to swallow.
Without the option of smoking, which Levi had strictly forbade, Zeke was constantly worried that he would say something stupid. There was a good reason for his oral fixation. Without it, he had nothing to block him from running his mouth.
“Yes,” Zeke blurted, realizing that Erwin was still waiting for an answer. “Yes. Yes, sir, Commander, that’s right.”
“ Yes, sir, Commander, ” Levi echoed, snorting. “That’s pathetic. I don’t even call him ‘sir’.”
“Well,” Erwin replied, pleasantly smiling. “Occasionally, you do. I just have to catch you when you’re in the right mood.”
“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him in the right mood,” joked Zeke, wrapping his hands tight around the base of his cup. The drink had left the porcelain hot enough to burn his fingers, but the heat was swiftly fading. With nothing else to do, Zeke chewed his lip. “He’s always in a mood, but never the right one.”
“Well, you wouldn’t have been around. He’s gentle when he wants to be.”
“Sure I am.” Levi huffed, setting his cup back on its saucer with a clink. The sound seemed to ring in Zeke’s ears, high-pitched like an alarm. He winced, downing the rest of his tea in one go. By now, he was starting to feel itchy, like his skin was stitched too tight to his bones.
He fixed the collar of his shirt, straightening up. There had been a reason he’d come here, and it wasn’t to sit and banter with the Commander about some unknown scenario. The longer Zeke sat here, the more he was reminded that he was an outsider. They were exchanging surreptitious looks, fondly peering at one another over the rims of their teacups.
“Right, well—right,” Zeke said, tugging the fabric of his shirt away from his overheated skin. “I have a couple of ancient textbooks, mostly about the Ackermans. A few of them are written in old Eldian, but I can translate, since you won’t have seen the language before. And I brought you some of my old workbooks from when I was in training, because they have information on—on shifting, and on the best utilization of each Titan, etcetera.”
There was a brief moment of silence as Erwin mulled that over. Zeke felt impossibly compelled to break it.
“I hoped it would be helpful,” he rambled, his gaze darting back and forth. He swallowed, cringing at the rough sound of his own voice, but was unable to hold himself back. “Since you have the Collosal now, it only made sense. It must be quite the adjustment. It must be—”
“Yes, Ezekiel. Thank you,” responded Erwin, raising an eyebrow and shooting a sidelong glance at Levi. “You’re doing well. Would you like a glass of water? You’re looking a bit ill.”
Ezekiel. If Zeke had thought the shortened form of his name sounded delicious on Erwin’s lips, Ezekiel was a whole other beast. He shivered. He wondered—he wondered what it would sound like, were Erwin to say that name in another context. Normally, he would never allow a peer to refer to him like that, but…well, he wasn’t exactly peers with the Commander.
Shifting in place, Zeke crossed and uncrossed his ankles. He was horrified to find himself stirring below the belt, and he stuffed his hands into his lap, praying that Levi wouldn’t notice. If the Captain were to spot his blatant enthusiasm for his Commander’s voice, then Zeke would never live it down. He would never escape his judgment.
Really, though, would it be so terrible to incur Levi’s wrath? With Erwin’s orders holding him back, he would never actually kill Zeke, but the threat was enough to give him a thrill. What would he do? If he realized that Zeke, who he despised with such a passion, was flirting with his Commander, would he hurt him? Would he mock him, sneer and spit in his face?
Zeke fought not to squirm. The thought of Levi’s disdain was doing nothing to correct his little issue. He tugged at the hem of his shirt, feeling dizzy, and pushed onto his feet. The world seemed to tilt and spin beneath his feet. He could feel himself burning up, scarlet red blush creeping up around his neck and cheeks.
“Actually, I should retire for the night,” Zeke answered, his voice breaking with sudden urgency. “I’m sorry, Commander, I’m just exhausted. You can understand, can’t you?” He picked up the bag of books, unceremoniously dropping it onto the desktop. “Good night, sir. I’m—I’m sorry.”
“Wait,” said Erwin, a concerned furrow forming between his brows. "If you’re unwell, we should take you to the medical bay. Levi won’t mind walking with us, I’m sure.”
“No!” Gasped Zeke, and then forced himself to lower his voice. “No, no. I’m fine, sir, I’m just—the airship, it makes me feel nauseous. I need to go to my room now.”
Levi was eyeing him from his perch, his nose wrinkled, his gaze searching. If Zeke didn’t leave now, he would absolutely notice what was wrong. He was far too observant to let this pass.
“Why aren’t you listening to Erwin, Beast?” Asked Levi, rolling his shoulders in a way that made it impossible not to stare at him. His pink little tongue darted out to wet his soft lips. Zeke squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to envision those lips around his cock. “Lying is impolite. You should be direct with him. I know how you crave his approval, after all.”
“Levi, hush. The poor boy might have caught something when he came into port,” Erwin said, shaking his head. Zeke felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. There was a noticeable tent in his trousers, and he was certain that Erwin would see at any moment, no matter how he angled himself away. “Come here, Zeke. If you won’t go see a doctor, then at least let me look you over.”
Zeke moved towards the doorway, but Erwin was quick to follow. He pressed the back of his hand against Zeke’s forehead, and Zeke only barely managed to swallow a soft, needy whimper. Erwin clicked his tongue. With a gentle hum, he placed his hand on the small of Zeke’s back and led him back towards his chair.
“You’re burning up,” he announced, propping himself between the desk and Zeke’s seat. “I need you to sit here while one of us goes to get a cold rag. I can’t have you overheating; while you’re here, you’re our responsibility.”
“Erwin,” said Levi, starting to laugh. Zeke felt his stomach flip, and he stared at the floor as if it was the most interesting object in the world. “Erwin, look at him.”
“Levi, I am looking. He’s right in front of me.” Glancing at his partner, he shook his head. “Honestly, love, you can be so paranoid when you want to be. He’s not plotting anything. He’s just ill.”
“No. Look down, you big blond idiot,” Levi repeated, letting out an incredulous chuckle. He came up behind Erwin and placed his hand on his shoulder, guiding him around until Zeke’s shame was on full display. Erwin sucked air between his teeth, his eyes popping wide open.
“Oh.” Erwin glanced up at Zeke again, squinting back and forth between his face and his crotch. “Well, that is quite the predicament.”
“It’s fuckin’ pathetic, is what it is.” Levi was still laughing at him, and Zeke wished more than anything that his derision wasn’t making him harder. “What is it, monkey? Are you that desperate? You gonna cum in your pants like a fuckin’ teenager?”
“Levi.” Erwin sighed, shooting him a weary look. “He can’t help himself. Don’t be so cruel.”
“Not my fault if he’s a goddamn pervert,” snickered Levi, setting his cup down. He hopped up onto the desk, leaning down to stare right at Zeke’s cock, and with no small amount of arousal. He met Zeke’s eye, glowering over at him like a disappointed parent. It sent a pleasant shiver up Zeke's spine. “Which one of us is it, Yeager? Me or Erwin? I don’t know which is more humiliating for you.”
“ Levi, please. Don’t you think the poor thing has been embarrassed enough?”
“Did you—was there something in the tea?” Zeke asked, shifting on his heels. “I feel—I feel all wrong. Maybe I was allergic to one of the ingredients.”
“What kind of allergy gets you this worked up?” Levi shifted forward on the desk, prodding the front of Zeke’s trousers with one extended foot. “You’re worthless, you know that? Can’t even have a civil conversation. You’re disgusting.”
Zeke felt his cock twitch beneath his cotton trousers at the utter disdain Levi had towards him, and he had to physically bite his lip to prevent a moan when Levi’s foot prodded at the tent in his pants. God , it was all too much.
“ Levi ,” Erwin boomed, that deep commanding voice instantly shutting the Captain up. “That’s enough. The poor man is clearly suffering.”
“And?” Levi frowned, crossing his arms over his chest to try and appear tough even though he was clearly put off by what Erwin had just said. “He’s gross, Erwin. Should we kick him out and let him deal with it by himself?”
“No,” Erwin shook his head, walking towards the desk and placing a hand on each armrest, effectively caging Zeke in his arms. “I think we should help him. He is our guest after all, isn’t he, Levi?”
Zeke whimpered at the thought of these two men helping him. What did that even entail? God, do I even care at this point? Zeke wondered as Levi climbed off the desk to go lock the door, ever obedient to Erwin’s wishes.
Zeke’s eyes focused on Levi, and Erwin took his chin in between his thumb and forefinger, turning Zeke’s attention back to him, “Look at me, sweetheart. That’s it… good boy .”
Good boy… Zeke sucked in a harsh breath, practically shaking now. He could hear Levi scoff behind them, “Be careful what you say to him. He might wet his pants. The disgusting monkey.”
Erwin chuckled, leaning towards Zeke and closing the space between them. Zeke could feel himself blushing furiously, and squeezed his eyes shut, too nervous to look at the handsome bastard a second longer. But then he could feel the commander’s lips on his own, and his entire body stirred back to life at the gentle caress.
Zeke kissed back cautiously, still unsure if this was all a ruse or not. He felt as though at any moment, the captain and commander would simply begin to laugh at him for believing that they would entertain his sexual desires.
“You’re being too sweet to him, Erwin,” Levi grunted, and Erwin pulled away slowly, Zeke’s spit slick on his lower lip. “You have to treat an animal, like an animal .”
Levi grasped Zeke by the hair and tilted his head back, growling, “You’re a fucking whore, Beast. Desperate for attention, aren’t you? Did Mommy and Daddy not love you enough? Now you have to get all your affection from two older men?”
Zeke groaned, eyes falling to half lidded as he nodded dumbly. Levi kissed him ferociously, all tongue and teeth and fury. He could hear Erwin chuckling in the background as he watched the two enemies making out. Zeke knew this must be taking everything in Levi to not merely smack him across the face and kick him out.
Levi pulled away and spat in Zeke’s mouth, snarling, “Dirty monkey.”
Zeke’s eyes nearly crossed over at that, swallowing Levi’s spit like the dirty monkey he was.
Levi let go of Zeke’s hair and turned to Erwin, “So what are we doing with him?”
“Well…” Erwin gently led Zeke out of his chair and bent him over the desk. “I think I’d like to fuck him, if that’s okay with him.”
Zeke could hardly breathe properly let alone process the words that just left Erwin’s mouth, but he found himself nodding eagerly at the prospect. Levi smirked, ideas forming in his head, “We should spit roast ‘im.”
“If that’s what you’d like, my sweet,” Erwin smiled, leaning over to share a kiss with his lover. Zeke could feel himself growing a little jealous of the affection. He was bent over Erwin’s desk, his plump ass presented for the taking; why wasn’t Erwin paying attention to him?
But Erwin soon took his place behind Zeke, hooking his thumbs in the hem of Zeke’s pants and starting to pull them down under the bubble of his ass. To feel his dick finally free from the constraints of the fabric was a relief, but soon Erwin was distracting him by kneading his ass in those large calloused hands of his.
“Such a beautiful boy you are,” Erwin murmured, ghosting his fingertips across one asscheek. “Your ass is practically begging for it, baby.”
“He does have a nice ass,” Levi admitted in a grumble, rounding the front of the desk and starting to unzip his trousers to take out his cock.
Zeke could hardly breath, groaning from the praise. He whimpered at the cold air that danced across his skin when Erwin spread him open. Levi was stroking his cock in front of him, already half-hard just from the situation at hand.
There was the sound of a drawer opening, and soon, oil was being drizzled over his tailbone, dribbling down between his cheeks. Zeke felt Erwin’s finger follow the oil trail until he circled Zeke’s rim with the digit, slowly working the muscle open until he could push the tip inside.
“Oh my god ,” Zeke whined, face hot as he buried it in his arms.
Levi chuckled and grasped Zeke by the hair, tugging him back up, “Don’t hide now, monkey. You’re going to suck my cock. Can you do that, or are you too overwhelmed from just one little finger?”
Zeke groaned and nodded, his glasses starting to fog up just from the heaving breaths he was taking. Levi did him the favor of removing his glasses and setting them to the side, before guiding Zeke’s head closer to his hard cock.
Zeke opened his mouth and let Levi push his cock inside, eyes practically rolling back as he felt Erwin’s finger push further inside of him from behind. He groaned around Levi’s cock, sucking lightly at first to get used to the taste. Levi tasted unbelievably clean, even for his cock.
Levi sighed and tilted his head back, tugging at Zeke’s curly locks, “There you go. This is where you belong, Beast. Between two cocks.”
Zeke moaned and started bobbing his head, feeling Erwin pushing a second finger inside of him. Levi bit his lip and barely suppressed a moan, clearly not wanting to show Zeke that he was doing a good job of blowing him.
Erwin smacked Zeke’s ass lightly, “Pay attention to me , sweetheart…”
Zeke wished that Erwin had hit him harder, and he saw Levi smirking out of the corner of his eye, “You gettin’ jealous, ‘Win?”
“I do quite like having his attention,” Erwin chuckled darkly before smacking Zeke’s ass again, harder this time. “He’s being such a good boy.”
Levi gripped Zeke’s hair a little harder, guiding him down onto his cock over and over. Zeke tried his best to hold back his gag reflex, whimpering as Erwin fingered him from behind. He was beginning to feel a bit delirious with the pleasure, moaning and drooling all over the place like a slut. Maybe he was a whore like Levi had said.
“He sounds like you’re killing him,” Erwin teased, his fingers exploring Zeke’s inner walls with a skilled expertise as he added a third. “Don’t choke him too hard, Levi. We can’t send the poor man to bed with a sore throat, now can we?”
Levi rolled his eyes, “Oh, of course not, Commander.”
Zeke’s eyes were half-lidded, blinking and peering up at Levi through thick eyelashes. Levi stared down at him with cold and unfeeling eyes, growling, “Suck my cock, Beast. And stop looking at me like that.”
Erwin curled his fingers, rubbing them right against Zeke’s prostate. Zeke jolted against the desk, whining loudly as Erwin began to prod and poke there. Electricity ran up his spine. Levi was thrusting his cock in and out of Zeke’s mouth at a rapid pace, not giving Zeke much reprieve. Zeke’s cock twitched desperately beneath the desk, hard as a rock and ready to cum.
“Are you fingering him or trying to find a route to Marley in there?” Levi asked in annoyance. “Just fuck ‘im already.”
Erwin laughed out loud at that, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on Zeke’s flank. Zeke whimpered at the loss, feeling the cold air rush through him as he listened to the sounds of Erwin slicking his own cock with oil.
Zeke held his breath as Erwin rubbed the head of his cock against his hole. Erwin let him gasp and whimper as he began to push inside, the feeling nearly overwhelming him. Erwin was just so big , and Zeke almost couldn’t believe that Levi could even take the damn thing, let alone himself.
All the while, Levi rolled his cock in and out of Zeke’s mouth, mercilessly pressing himself against the back of his throat. Zeke could feel drool running in rivulets down his chin, and he was lightheaded from the oxygen Levi was withholding from him. Meanwhile, the stretch of Erwin’s cock behind him seemed neverending. Every time Zeke swore that there could be nothing left to take, Erwin pressed himself further in, spearing him open. The pair of them used him from both ends, offering no mercy as they took their pleasure from his willing body.
Zeke had never been a particularly religious person, but right now, he was certain he was in heaven. There was no place in the world where he’d ever felt such a sense of belonging before—here, between these two men, was where he was always meant to be. His tear-starred lashes fluttered as Levi stuffed his cock to the back of Zeke's throat, biting his lip to keep himself quiet.
When Erwin finally bottomed out, Zeke thought that he might come untouched for the first time in his life. The intensity of the stretch, crowded in on both sides by two strong older men…He hadn’t known how badly he wanted this until he had it. And whatever had been in his tea, allergen or not, was only making the experience more intense.
“Sweet boy,” murmured Erwin, his voice tight with pleasure. “You take me so well. Such a good boy—you’re my good boys, both of you.”
Being put on the same level as Levi, even in one small respect, was too much to handle. Zeke groaned around Levi’s cock, putting all of his effort into keeping his lips wrapped tight around it. From the force of the Captain’s thrusts, Zeke felt quite sure that his beard was leaving marks on those perfect, pale thighs, but his vision was swimming too much for him to check.
“Oh—Erwin, Erwin, ” Levi gasped, clapping his hand over his mouth. He drew a shaky breath in through gritted teeth, his brow furrowing with sudden desperation. Behind Zeke’s back, he heard Erwin chuckle. Erwin stretched forward across Zeke’s back, trailing the tips of his fingers along Levi’s high cheekbones.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, his tone teasing, but still just as gentle. Zeke wished that Erwin would talk to him like that. He would like it, he thought, if he could be Erwin’s sweetheart, too.
“F-feels—” Levi whimpered, flexing his fingers in Zeke’s hair. “I’m gonna cum, sir. Can I? Please, please?”
Sir. The realization hit Zeke like a train. He was not the only person here that Erwin held power over—oh, no. His domination extended to anyone that deigned to enter this room. Never in his life had Zeke witnessed a man with so much influence, even over men with Levi’s strength. He craned his neck, peering up at Levi as best he could.
“Wait,” ordered Erwin, moving his hands down to get a better grip on Zeke’s hips. “You aren’t going to finish first. It’s impolite to our guest.”
“N-no,” Levi begged, his nails raking across Zeke’s scalp. “No, no. I’m not—he doesn’t deserve it, anyways. I deserve it. I’m your boy.”
“Right now, you both are,” Erwin corrected, and his voice came out deep and condescending. “You need to hold yourself back, honey. Show Zeke how to be patient.”
Erwin adjusted the angle of Zeke’s legs, putting him on his tip-toes, rucked up over the edge of the desk. When he shoved himself inside again, the breath was punched from Zeke’s chest. He let out a high, needy moan, once more causing Levi to tear at his hair. He was yanking so hard at his sweat-soaked hair that Zeke thought he might be trying to tear it out.
“I can’t,” Levi insisted, using Zeke like a toy. It wasn’t like he minded—he was boneless between the couple, sucking Levi’s length down his throat like it was candy. “I can’t, Erwin, I can’t. Just—just let me finish, let me use him.”
“Wait, Levi.”
“But he wants it.” He pulled back just enough to smack Zeke across the side of his face, making stars dance behind his eyes. The aching moan that escaped his slack mouth would have been humiliating, were Zeke not so desperate. “Tell him, monkey. Tell Erwin how badly you want me to come in your mouth.”
“ Oh, ” Zeke whimpered, his voice dry and rough from all that cocksucking. “Oh— uh, oh…”
“With words, you stupid animal,” Levi snapped, wrinkling his nose in abject disgust. It was only slightly dampened by the high red flush on his face, but regardless, Zeke savored every insult. “You’re such a dirty fuckin’ whore. What is it, Yeager? You fucked too dumb to answer a simple question?”
“Y-yes, yes— ah —yes, sir,” replied Zeke, unable to suppress his high, rhythmic moaning as Erwin pounded against his sweet spot. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, his gaze drifting between Levi’s cock and his scoffing face. He remembered that there was something he had been asked to say. “I—Erwin, I want L-Levi to cum in my mouth.”
“Do you, now?” Asked Erwin, audibly amused. “You want to make him feel good, right, Zeke?”
“Yes—I—” before Zeke could finish his sentence, Levi shoved himself back between Zeke’s lips, getting a firm grip on the base of his jaw to force him further open.
“See? Not rude,” Levi said, shaking his head. Even from between his thighs, Zeke could see the way Levi’s hands were shaking. “Lemme finish, ‘Win, please. I need it so bad.”
“Oh, poor baby. You just can’t hold yourself back, can you?” Asked Erwin, clicking his tongue. Just to hear Levi moan again, Zeke hollowed out his cheeks, doing his best to bob his head in time with the older man’s thrusts. In the furthest reaches of his blurry vision, Zeke could see Levi nodding along.
“Yes,” he whined, chasing his release. “Yes, or—or n-no, whichever you want me to say. I can’t do it. I need it.”
“My poor boys. You’re just a wreck, aren’t you, Levi?” Erwin squeezed Zeke’s hip hard enough to bruise, but the pain was grounding for Zeke, a reassurance that this was real. He pressed himself back into the touch, sucking needily at the head of Levi’s cock. Then, Erwin did something unexpected.
“Pull out,” he commanded, slowing himself down. Levi looked down at Zeke in shock, meeting his gaze for no more than a moment.
“What?”
“Pull out.” Erwin repeated, and pressed himself far enough forward to grab Levi’s waist and guide him backward. “If you can’t control yourself, then you’ll have to take a break. We wouldn’t want you to break the rules, would we, darling?”
“That’s—that’s not fair!” Spluttered Levi, shaking his head. Despite his protests, he obediently took a step back. “I was so close, Erwin. And he’s close, too. Look at him! He wants it just as bad as I do.”
“Mm. I know, sweetheart,” soothed Erwin, petting warm hands down Zeke’s flank. “But you aren’t in charge here, and you need to remember that. Neither of you boys gets to make the rules. You finish when I tell you to, and you don’t argue with me about it, either.” He shot Levi a knowing look, cocking his eyebrow. “You know better than that. Don’t you, honey?”
“...Yes, sir.”
Erwin hummed, a soft and disappointed sound that sent shivers down Zeke’s spine. It clearly affected Levi, too, by the way his hands twitched and curled into white-knuckled fists at his side. He stood back and watched as Erwin pushed himself back inside of Zeke, his movements almost torturously slow.
“Sit in your chair and touch yourself,” Erwin commanded, reaching forward to grip the nape of Zeke’s neck. “Go at the same pace we are. Prove to me that you can be obedient, and then I might let you have a reward. Okay, love?”
When Levi responded, the blood was rushing so loudly in Zeke’s ears that he hardly heard him. Every one of his senses was focused on the feeling of Erwin, filling him up so beautifully, fucking him deeper than anyone had ever done before. Zeke’s brain felt like pure mush, unable to concentrate or form complex thoughts.
“Yes, sir,” Levi rasped, pouting, and flopped back into his seat like a recalcitrant teenager. He took himself in hand with a soft hiss, his pink cock dripping and rock hard. He started to pump himself, biting his lip hard enough to break the skin. “Like this?”
“Oh, just like that, honey. You look so perfect when you’re desperate for me,” Erwin praised, eliciting a soft, beautiful whimper from his partner.
Zeke moaned beneath him, clenching up like a vice around the thick cock in his hole. He was getting tired of Levi getting all of Erwin’s attention— he should be getting praise, kind words and soft touches. Levi wasn’t even obeying, and Zeke was right here, pinned beneath Erwin like a good boy should be.
He remembered, then, that his mouth was no longer full. If he wanted to, he could beg, too. Zeke could moan and sob and ask Erwin with the prettiest words to let him have his orgasm, to show him off in front of Levi as a good example. He could, but that would require finding the words.
Nothing was coming into Zeke’s mind clearly anymore. He felt feverish, his skin riddled with goosebumps. Every time either of them touched him, he felt like he was on fire. Distantly, through the fog in his brain, Zeke heard the soft sounds of Levi’s masturbation.
“Come here,” Erwin ordered, as if Zeke had any choice in the matter. He gripped Zeke’s hair and pulled his head up, pointing him forward so that he’d have no choice but to watch as Levi pleasured himself. His mouth fell open, a thin line of drool dripping down onto the desk below. Levi looked positively ruined, something Zeke hadn’t even known was possible.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Bragged Erwin, slamming his hips against the soft flesh of Zeke’s ass. “So pretty, and all mine. Levi, whose are you?”
“Yours, sir,” Levi rasped, any hint of defiance within his body having evaporated for the moment. “I belong to you. ‘M sorry.”
“Oh, I know you are,” answered Erwin, shaking his head. “That’s all right. I like it when you’re a brat. It means I get to remind you.” Zeke gasped raggedly as Erwin’s palm connected with his ass, sighing shakily as he then groped the spot that he’d smacked. “You two are both so gorgeous. It’s a shame you can’t play nicely with one another.”
“I can,” Levi insisted, still toying with his cock, since Erwin had never told him to stop. “I can play nice—I swear, I promise.”
“Show me, then, honey. Keep playing with yourself.”
It was all too much. Zeke could barely breathe from the intensity of it all, little whimpers and whines escaping his tightened throat at every movement Erwin made. Listening to Levi’s moans, Erwin’s gentle words of praise, the soft slapping of skin on skin… It made Zeke feel too overwhelmed to think.
He threw his head back, groaning from deep within his chest as Erwin fucked him roughly from behind. His heart was pounding in his throat. It was a complete accident when Zeke let a certain, filthy word slip past his lips:
“Oh, Daddy. ”
There was a pause, and Zeke had the opportunity to process what he’d said. Panic crept in. What if Levi and Erwin kicked him out now? What if they could never look him in the eye again, knowing how depraved he had been in the heat of the moment?
Then, Levi started laughing. Cackling , almost. Zeke felt a blush creep up his shoulders and over his face. He’d ruined it. He’d ruined everything , just because he couldn’t keep his damn kink under control.
“Damn, monkey,” Levi teased him. “I know I said you had daddy issues, but I never thought that—”
“Levi, that’s enough,” Erwin snapped, shutting Levi up instantly. “I happen to enjoy Zeke’s use of pet names...”
Zeke felt the blush running through him only get worse, but this time for a different reason. Erwin’s deep voice trickled up his spine and sent shockwaves directly to his cock as he growled, “Do you want to be Daddy’s good boy , Zeke?”
Zeke couldn’t help the moan that escaped his mouth after that. He nodded eagerly, seeing Levi’s face out of the corner of his eye. He looked mortified and also... was that jealousy? Zeke held back a smirk, feeling quite satisfied with himself.
“W-Wait!” Levi whimpered, sounding a bit desperate now. “I... I’m sorry, Erwin, I just—”
“Levi, you’re going to suck Zeke’s dick,” Erwin instructed simply.
Levi looked horrified, “Like hell I am!”
“ Levi… ”
There was a moment of silence, tension in the air. Zeke exchanged a brief glance with Levi, who looked a bit defeated, as though he didn’t know what to say other than to agree with Erwin.
“Yes Daddy ,” Levi grumbled in a teasing tone, getting out of his chair.
Erwin hummed, sounding rather pleased with himself as he pulled out, sitting back in his chair and helping to guide Zeke back. He murmured in his ear, “You can ride me, can’t you, baby? Just tell me if your legs get too tired.”
Zeke nodded eagerly, not wanting to disappoint. He moaned as Erwin helped him to sit on his cock, the huge thing filling him up once again. Levi was glaring at Zeke like he wanted to slit his throat, and clambered to get on his knees in between Zeke’s thighs, taking the man’s cock into his hand.
“H- ah! ” Zeke whimpered as Levi began kitten-licking the head, glaring up at him through thick, tear-stained eyelashes. “Oh... Oh sir that’s...”
“Shut up,” Levi growled. “Or I’ll bite your fucking dick off.”
“You said you could play nice, Levi,” Erwin spoke in a warning tone. “Show me you can play nice.”
Levi huffed in annoyance, pumping Zeke a few times before taking him into his mouth. Zeke groaned as Erwin began to help bounce him on his cock, tears filling his eyes once again from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.
“Oh darling ,” Erwin breathed in Zeke’s ear. “You feel so good around me. Do you like Daddy’s cock?”
Zeke moaned and nodded, desperate and aching as he watched Levi through teary-eyes. He felt like a dam, ready to burst, and not just from his cock. He wanted so badly to beg and plead with Erwin for his orgasm, but his stupid brain wasn’t working properly. He could barely parse the words that were being spoken to him, let alone figure out what he wanted to say.
But finally, the dam burst forward, and he tilted his head back to cry, “ Daddy! Oh god— oh god! Please let me cum, sir! Please!”
Erwin chuckled behind him, gripping Zeke’s hips in his hands tightly as he cooed, “Aww, darling... don’t cry, baby. Isn’t he sweet, Levi? The way he sobs for my cock...”
Levi groaned around Zeke’s cock and pulled away to mutter, “He’s fucking pathetic is what he is.”
Erwin whispered in Zeke’s ear in a sultry voice, loud enough for Levi to hear, “It sounds like Levi won’t be cumming anytime soon, doesn’t it, Zeke? He’s being a naughty little brat. Let’s show him that only good boys get to cum.”
Levi stayed quiet this time, putting Zeke’s cock back in his mouth and starting to bob his head. Zeke was squirming and moaning, feeling his orgasm on the precipice now. He was unable to keep it together any longer, the pleasure building in his gut.
“Go ahead,” Erwin granted, lifting Zeke’s hips so he could pound into him. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”
Zeke gripped the arms of the chair hard enough that his nails might’ve broken through the leather. His back arched like a bow, and he came hard into Levi’s mouth, panting and sobbing wearily as he slumped back against Erwin, now completely spent.
Erwin sighed contently, lazily mouthing at Zeke’s neck as Levi swallowed and pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He was pouting, near tears, at not being allowed to finish too.
“It’s not fair, Erwin!” Levi protested after a moment of silence. “I was yours first! Why don’t I get to cum?”
“Because you’re being a brat,” Erwin’s tongue clicked. “Now... we can do this one of two ways, Levi: you can choose to behave, or you can continue to misbehave. If you continue to misbehave, I’ll have no other choice but to spank you in front of our guest. And wouldn’t that just be humiliating?”
Zeke could feel his gut twisting and churning as his cock started to fill with blood again. He was so horny. How could he possibly be this aroused? Levi was looking quite mortified at the thought of being disciplined in front of Zeke.
“I’ll behave,” he decided, standing up slowly. “I’ll behave, sir. Just... please let me cum.”
“My sweet boys,” Erwin sighed, helping Zeke stand on shaky legs. “I want both of you bent over my desk next to one another. Go on.”
Zeke, ever obedient, bent over the desk immediately. Zeke could tell that Levi’s patience was truly being tested, but he too bent over next to Zeke, grumbling swears under his breath as their bodies were practically touching.
Zeke gasped when Erwin began pushing inside of him again, his body clinging to that dick like he was made for it. He watched over his shoulder as Erwin carefully drizzled lube over Levi’s hole and began to rub his finger against it.
“Levi,” Erwin spoke calmly, and Zeke wasn’t entirely sure how the man was keeping himself together at this point. “I’m going to fuck Zeke until he cums, and then I’ll fuck you until you cum. Do you understand?”
Levi nodded, whimpering as Erwin pushed his finger inside of him. Zeke was practically wriggling on the end of Erwin’s cock, waiting for him to start moving. Erwin shushed him, putting his dry hand on Zeke’s lower back, “Shh, darling. Daddy’s going to fuck you, just be patient.”
So it went like that. Zeke waited patiently, warming Erwin’s cock while Erwin began fingering Levi open to take his cock next. Levi had his eyes squeezed shut, moaning and whimpering as Erwin speared him open. Zeke was watching him out of the corner of his eye; his face was so red, an unusual color for him given his usual pale complexion.
Zeke finally heard Erwin remove his fingers from Levi with a wet squelch, and he instructed Levi to keep his own fingers inside to keep himself open. Levi whined and did as he was told, plugging his hole up with his fingers.
Zeke felt Erwin grasp his hips hard, and that was the only warning he got before Erwin began to pound him into the desk unrelentingly. Zeke opened his mouth in a silent scream, fingernails scraping wood as he clung to the surface below him.
“You feel so good, Ezekiel,” Erwin praised, the words fluttering right to Zeke’s stomach. “Daddy’s going to fill his good boy with cum. Would you like that?”
Zeke cried out, very loudly this time, as Erwin fucked his sweet spot over and over, “ Daddy! Y-Yes... Yes! ”
Erwin’s voice was becoming strained as he growled, “Such a tight little cunt you have.”
Zeke was so much of a blubbering mess that he didn’t even hear Levi begging beside him until he was halfway through his sentence: “...your cock, ‘Win... want it so bad!”
“My needy boys,” Erwin huffed, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Both so desperate to have my cock.”
Zeke was clinging to one train of thought now: finishing, and letting Erwin finish inside of him. He was feeling incredibly overwhelmed as Erwin plowed him over the edge of the desk. Sure, he was younger than the two men in the room, but he wasn’t sure he could exactly keep this up. Cumming twice in such a short amount of time? It was unheard of for him.
He could sense the telltale signs that Erwin was going to finish. The man’s breathing was heavy and uneven, his movements out of rhythm. Zeke purposefully clenched up around him, feeling Erwin stutter and hearing him groan.
Zeke too was ready to cum, though he was squirming on the desk with oversensitivity. He was on fire, his face red and his body dripping with sweat. Erwin gripped Zeke’s hips harder and began screwing him violently, causing Zeke to cry out and finish dry, his cock twitching hard.
Erwin soon came inside him, breath shaky as he tried to calm down. Zeke too was breathing hard, and the two of them simply took a moment just to get their heart beats back to normal.
That’s when the ringing in his ears began to fade, and Levi’s voice came through clear as day: “ Erwi — Daddy! Please fuck me... god I need it!”
Erwin quickly perked up, slipping his softening cock from Zeke’s ass. Zeke was complete jelly, laying over the desk and barely able to keep himself upright. Erwin took a moment to recover, stroking his cock back to hardness within minutes. Levi was crying even before Erwin pushed inside, desperate and sobbing for it. Damn , Zeke frowned. Did I sound that pathetic too?
He had never seen Levi so worked up before, and it was kind of hot. But Zeke couldn’t get it up a third time, even with the tea that had made him feel so aroused. Erwin pounded into Levi in a powerful rhythm, leaning over Levi to whisper sweet things and kiss at his neck and jawline.
Zeke could hear him saying, “Now that’s a good boy , Levi. You loved it, didn’t you? Watching me fuck Zeke... watching him cry and beg.”
“N-No,” Levi sobbed. “I-I-I—”
“Don’t lie now,” Erwin scolded. “I want to know the truth. You like Zeke, don’t you? At least, you like him enough to enjoy what has happened here.”
Levi shook his head, wanting to keep at least some of his dignity. Erwin sighed and pulled away to smack Levi’s ass harshly, angling his hips away from where he was hitting. Levi cried out, moaning from the feeling.
“Tell the truth,” Erwin chided. “Or I’ll stop. And you won’t get to cum.”
Levi’s eyes widened, and he quickly caved, “I liked it! I-I like... I like h-him—you bastard .”
Erwin chuckled and started up again, “Good boy, Levi. Very good boy.”
Zeke felt pride swell in his stomach. Levi did like him. It felt a little childish to be so giddy over something like that, but he’d really thought Levi hated him. And maybe he did, a bit, but to hear that Levi actually enjoyed what they’d been doing made Zeke happy.
“Zeke,” Erwin pulled him from his thoughts. “Come and jerk Levi off, darling.”
Zeke scrambled to get off the desk, surprised that his legs actually worked after all that. He knelt down under the desk, taking Levi’s cock into his hand carefully. Levi groaned as Zeke began to play with the head. He had such soft skin, and his cock was no different. It was an angry red color, dripping from the tip and twitching in Zeke’s hand.
Zeke started tugging at his cock, spreading the precum up and down to make it smoother and easier to jerk him off. He could hear the cacophony of Levi’s moans and Erwin’s grunts, along with the sound of their hips smacking together.
“Cum for me, baby,” Erwin cooed. “Come on, Daddy wants to see you cum.”
“ Ah— ngh,” Levi whimpered, clawing pathetically at the desktop. His hips jerked forward, pushing his cock insistently into the warm friction of Zeke’s palm. Levi whined, and then his voice was muffled, as if he'd thrown his hand over his own mouth. Erwin easily caught Levi's wrists and pinned them to the desk, draping his body over his back.
“Oh, no. Don’t try to be quiet, sweetheart,” chided Erwin, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of Levi’s neck. “Let Daddy hear you. Let us hear how sweet you sound when you cum, hm?”
“ Daddy, ” sobbed Levi, shaking with need. “I—I can’t, I need—I need to—”
“What, baby? What do you need?”
Frustrated beyond words, Levi’s answer was no more than a string of mush-mouthed nonsense. Erwin made a soft sound of sympathy, angling his hips so that he was pressing against Levi’s prostate with every thrust. Each movement rucked Levi’s body forward, pushing him down against the desk and into Zeke’s waiting hands.
His cock strained between his soft thighs, pearling white droplets into Zeke’s fingers. Licking his lips, Zeke hesitated for no more than a moment. He looked up at Levi, still gasping and wordlessly begging to cum, and then knelt forward and pressed a soft kiss to the base of Levi’s cock.
Apparently, it was exactly what he needed. Levi threw back his head, whining in pure desperation, and then froze up beneath his partner. His back arched dramatically, his mouth fell open in a soft ‘o’. Then, a deep groan pushed out of his chest, and he came across the dented wood at the front of Erwin’s desk.
Tears tracked down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor and onto Zeke. Erwin was panting behind him, fucking Levi through his orgasm until he grew overstimulated. Levi whimpered, curling his hands into fists against the desk. He squirmed, but Erwin put his hand against the small of his back, and then Levi went still.
“Just—just one second, honey,” Erwin directed, cursing beneath his breath. Zeke watched, fascinated, as he drilled into Levi’s willing hole. “I’m so close, Levi, just one second. Sh, sh. Such a good boy. My beautiful boy— shit—”
When Erwin buried himself inside of Levi, the desk rattled with the force of his thrusts. Zeke released Levi’s cock to focus on the view, wide-eyed as Erwin finally finished inside of him. The sound Levi made was guttural, a noise that Zeke had never imagined falling from his lips. He let out a long and shaky whine, taking the opportunity to thread his and his lover’s fingers together on the desk.
After a long moment spent catching their breath, Erwin slowly pulled out. He leaned back to watch his cum drip out, spreading Levi’s ass open to get a good look. Huffing, Levi lazily peered back at him over his shoulder, feigning annoyance.
“Freak,” he said, but it had much less bite when both of his partners had seen him crying for Erwin’s cock just minutes prior.
“You loved it,” said Erwin, chuckling. He playfully smacked Levi’s ass, then wrapped his arms around his waist, helping him get to his feet. “Let’s get you two cleaned up and into bed. Wait right where you are, Zeke, I’ll come back.”
Still speechless, Zeke only nodded. Erwin shot him an encouraging grin as he unlocked a door that adjoined his bedroom and personal bath to his office, then led Levi through the threshold. Zeke took the moment to try and compose himself, his panic somewhat returning now that Erwin was out of sight.
What if Levi was angry at him for getting involved? What if Erwin had felt obligated to help him, and now, he was going to kick him out and humiliate him? They had both certainly seemed like they were enjoying themselves, and Erwin had even made Levi admit it out loud, but Zeke’s anxiety still ran wild. He chewed his cheek, reaching up to grab his glasses and put them back on.
Through the wall, Zeke could hear the couple’s muffled voices. There was the sound of water sloshing, then a loud burst of laughter from Levi. His voice was loose and unburdened, and Zeke let himself relax. If Levi was mad at him, he wouldn’t be laughing like that. Zeke didn’t need to be a genius to know that much.
After a few long minutes, Erwin returned. He crossed the floor, smiling, and knelt to kiss Zeke’s forehead. It was then that Zeke realized how exhausted he truly was, his limbs feeling like jelly when he moved to stand. He groaned, melting forward into Erwin’s chest.
“Oh, you poor thing,” teased Erwin. When he put his arm beneath Zeke’s legs and moved to stand, holding him bridal-style against his chest, a sharp yelp left Zeke’s throat. He threw his arms around Erwin’s neck, flushing scarlet with embarrassment.
“I—the desk,” said Zeke, glancing at the patches of white painted across its front. “It’ll stain. Levi will be angry if we let it stain the wood.”
“We’ll clean it in the morning. He’s too content right now to get onto either of us, so don’t worry.” With that, Erwin double-checked that the entrance to his office was locked, then carried Zeke into his personal bathroom. Zeke was impressed with the man’s strength, leaning into his embrace as he was maneuvered around.
He let his eyes flutter shut as Erwin wiped him down, carefully cleaning up the mess between his legs. His nervousness seemed fairly ridiculous now. Obviously, Erwin was happy that he was here, glad that he’d gotten involved. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be treating Zeke so well.
He brought him into the bedroom, setting him down on the left side of the mattress facing Levi. From the looks of things, Levi was already almost asleep. A large white sleep shirt was draped over his slight frame, his body drowning in the fabric. It was probably Erwin’s, if Zeke were wont to guess.
Erwin gently removed Zeke’s glasses and placed them on the left hand end table. Then, he grabbed an old pair of sleep shorts, helping Zeke to tug them up his hips. He steadied his movements with a hand on his waist, sending butterflies flitting about Zeke’s chest. Once he was certain that both his subs were comfortable, Erwin stepped out to get himself ready for bed.
When Zeke tugged up the comforter to bundle up beneath it, Levi lazily blinked his eyes open. He yawned, stretching hugely, and then locked eyes with Zeke. There was a hint of affection in his sated gaze, and Zeke felt his heart skip a beat.
“Good job, monkey,” he mumbled, loosely rubbing his eyes. “I had a good time with you. You ain’t bad when your mouth’s too full to talk shit.”
Although his words were still callous, Zeke felt the compliments mixed in like a beam of pure sunlight. He grinned across the bed at him, leaning over to push Levi’s hair out of his eyes.
“I knew you liked me,” said Zeke, trying not to sound too giddy. “Deep down, I knew that you must enjoy my presence, at least a little bit.”
“Ugh. I like you less when you talk.”
“Levi, be nice,” said Erwin, flopping onto the bed between them. He gathered both men against his chest, stroking their hair. “I’m proud of both of you. You took me so well—my best boys.”
The praise made Zeke grin even harder. He nuzzled into Erwin’s chest, propping his head against the man’s pecs like a pillow. Opposite himself, Levi was doing the same, squirming around until he could press his ear over Erwin’s heart. The air was warm with content satisfaction, their skin still hot and blushing from exertion.
After a moment, though, Levi broke the comfortable silence.
“Thanks, Daddy, ” he teased, then devolved into wheezy laughter. “Didn’t know you were into that shit. I should’ve known, you old perv. Wish you’d told me about it earlier.”
Though he tried to keep quiet about it, Erwin chuckled, too, and their laughter was infectious enough that Zeke joined in. He snorted, muffling the sound against Erwin’s skin as best he could. Taking a gamble, he slung one arm across Erwin’s waist, letting his palm come to rest on Levi’s hip, and was surprised when he was allowed to stay that way.
“In my defense, I didn’t know I was interested, either,” said Erwin, shifting left to kiss Levi’s temple. Levi rubbed his cheek against Erwin’s chest, as cuddly and lax as Zeke had ever seen him. “You should be thanking Zeke for that one. Otherwise, we may never have figured it out.”
“Tch. He’s heard enough thanks from me for a lifetime.” Levi stretched out, pulling the blankets up to his chin. “If he wants more, he’ll have to wait for next time. I’m not in the habit of kissing people’s ass.”
“Brat.” Erwin’s voice was laced with amused affection.
“Yeah.”
Since they both went silent after that, cuddling into a comfortable position to get some rest, Zeke followed suit. He peered up at Erwin with no small amount of wonder, blinking slowly as the hand in his hair continued to pet through his sweat-soaked curls. Eventually, his palm went still with sleep, settling as a warm weight on the nape of Zeke’s neck.
Next time, Levi had said. He’ll have to wait for next time.
Zeke smiled to himself, gently squeezing Levi’s hip as he settled in to rest. Whatever had been in that tea, Zeke was glad he’d drank it. Next time couldn’t come soon enough.