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You were trying hard to stay quiet, you really were.
But you truly couldn’t help it.
Little moans, small whines and shaky, uncontrolled breaths kept escaping you, filling the otherwise silent room alongside the slick, wet sounds of the Commanders mouth on you.
Erwin was crowded over you, crisp white shirt sleeves folded, rolled up over his thick arms. His big hands kneading red marks into the skin of your thighs where he was spreading you open.
Your spine was aching, shoulder blades rubbed numb where they had been pressed up against the wood of the Commanders desk for the better part of two hours. You were writhing in place, arching your back against the constant, dizzying slide of his tongue.
You’re not quite sure how you had ended up in this position; splayed on your back, thighs spread and coated slick with your own arousal, your legs shaking where they were spread open to make room for your Commander to slot in between.
How a simple check in meeting after a hard days work had devolved into the Commander working his mouth over you, watching you intently with those deep blue eyes, glinting with something dark and vaguely sadistic, as if you were a butterfly pinned in a frame. Edging you dumb, until you couldn’t speak, couldn't think of anything other than the relentless swirl of his tongue against your cunt.
The line between pleasure and agony had all but blurred. Your mind was buzzing static, short circuited. The only sensation registering in your tired brain was the burning, creeping heat in your lower stomach, shooting dim sparks of pleasure up your spine, and the incessant, pulsating ache between your legs.
You'd lost track of just how many times the Commander had pushed you, expertly worked you up to the precipice and left you holding your breath, teetering on the edge before he stripped away the sensation, leaving you writhing in frustration. Your legs were trembling with exhaustion, cramping, wrung tight as a rubber band.
Your mind was slowly emptying of any coherent thought, other than the question of when he would press his lips back against you, stuff his thick fingers inside. Whether the next time would be the one where he would finally let you tumble over the edge.
Nails scratching wildly against the desk, you whined, halfway between disappointed and relieved when the rolling, simmering pleasure suddenly stopped.
Eyes squeezed shut, you bucked your hips up mindlessly, chasing the sudden loss of friction, not a single thought in your hazed mind aside from the primal, incessant need to cum.
Were those... voices?
Huffing out a breath, you tilted your head limply to the side, fighting desperately to swim back up through the haze, to push through the thick sludge of lust toward the distant noise. Your limbs were heavy as lead, your own body intent on dragging you back down into the depths.
A small victory; you blinked your eyes open, gazing slowly around the room. Your eyes were glassy and disconnected, glossed over with the cloud of desire that had settled heavy over your mind.
Your eyes settled on the Commander, now nestled comfortably in his chair, off to your side.
Your ears felt clogged, as if they were stuffed full of soft cotton, and you strained to catch a loose thread of the steady flow of voices, a line to pull yourself up on, brows crinkling into a furrow.
Erwin looked deceptively collected, spine pulled up straight as a ruler, blond hair smoothed perfectly back into place.
You could have imagined the events of the past few hours, have dreamt the entire interaction. Chalked it up to some hormone induced figment of your imagination. The only indication that he had been slotted between your spread legs moments before, working you open with his tongue, were his eyes; lidded low and dark in the dim room, and the almost imperceptible sheen of your arousal over his lips.
You shivered at the sight, felt that familiar pang of lust and want settle deep in your belly.
Erwin thumbed a considerable stack of paper where he sat, fingers trailing over the buttery pages, blue eyes fixed on something on the other side of the room. You frowned, and tilted your head to follow his line of sight, neck aching from the strain.
“Thank you Levi, this report is exactly what i was looking for.”
You swallowed, throat dry, hoarse from where you had cried your voice away hours ago. You blinked dumbly, eyebrows crinkled, knitted together in uncertainty.
“Captain?…” You echoed, voice small and distant, even to your own muddled ears.
You blinked again, an attempt to shed the layer of film spread thick over your eyes, blurring your sight, trying desperately to focus on the blobs of shadows dancing before your eyes. After a moment, the dark shapes finally slid together, and a cool, familiar grey filled your vision.
Sharp eyes gazed down at you, a knifes edge piercing the haze. And there was a twinkle, a dangerous glimmer reflected in the steady pools of silver.
“Cadet.” The rumble of the Captains voice was silk, a soothing balm over the worry prickling at the corners of your subconscious. He gazed down at you, expression one of subdued interest, hands pulled back behind him, the picture of restraint.
Inhibitions long since discarded - in that moment you wanted him more than you'd every wanted for anything in your life. Wanted him to reach out, touch you. Wanted to feel his pale skin brush up against yours. Wanted that heated, lethal gaze turned on you, wanted it to consume you, to burn you alive.
You could feel your own pulse hot between your legs, incessant and throbbing.
“What a mess.” He drawled, head titled to take in your form. Your bleary gaze caught on the dark strands that sprang loose and splayed over his forehead.
"Please..." You croaked, spread your legs a little wider.
You watched the Captain as he studied you, watched his eyes flicker up to Erwin, face still tilted down towards you. Something unspoken passed in the space between them, a tinge of electricity buzzing in the air.
A moment of silence.
Erwin nodded, attention diverted to the page in front of him, eyes roaming over the lines of text as he picked up a pencil, twirling it between two fingers leisurely.
"Just don't let her finish." A simple command.
Levi grunted in acknowledgement. Order received.
Then, he was approaching you. Hands unfolded from behind his back, unholstered as he prowled toward the desk, replacing Erwin in the empty space between your parted thighs.
He surprised you by brushing a hand, gentle and tender over the sweat strewn hair plastered slick to you forehead, tucked a loose strand behind your ear as he looked you over.
Grey eyes flickered over your face, taking in the sight of you.
Your dewy pink cheeks, lips blushed and plump from where you had bitten them raw, eyes vacant and glassy, lashes fanned over your cheekbones.
You felt his cool gaze drop lower, wander down the column of your throat, littered with bruises and bite marks, over the expanse of your chest, your collar bones, the peaks of your naked breasts, nipples pebbled hard and reddened with arousal in the dim light.
A single digit of his other hand slid down through your swollen folds, blushed red and twitching from over stimulation. You jolted at the sudden contact, huffed out a weak, spineless moan.
Levi's lips parted slightly, letting out a hiss of a breath through his teeth as he slipped a finger tentatively inside, breaching your slick walls just enough to scoop up your arousal over his fingers.
“Fuck. She’s soaked Erwin.” The Captain groaned, deep in his chest. The sound sent a shiver straight down your spine.
"I'd hope so." The stoic Commander was not quite chivalrous enough to hide the small wash of pride that flickered on his otherwise cool expression, blue eyes not leaving the report in his hands.
Levi watched your slick glisten on his fingers through low lidded, hungry eyes for another moment, scissoring his fingers in the air, watching the trail disconnect before he slid both digits inside and began to pump lazily.
You whined at the vulgar sound of yourself, sloppy and wet as he stuffed his fingers inside your dripping cunt, achingly slow.
"Shh i know, sensitive isn't it?" He cooed, voice dropped low, uncharacteristically softened. You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, a deep ache suddenly blooming in your chest.
You nodded your head, huffing out a shaky breath, eyes syrupy and vacant as you watched the slow thrust of his fingers, watched him slip a third inside.
He craned his head down, mouth propped open to dip his tongue into the twitching muscle, following the same path as his fingers moments before, licking up to taste you.
You moaned, a broken, pitiful sound. The sensation immediately igniting that familiar, bittersweet burn in your stomach, the perilous ache of an orgasm once again bubbling hot in your belly.
Levi's ink black hair prickled up against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You peaked an eye open, watching as he tilted his head to rest against your parted leg, press his cheekbone to the plush skin.
You watched, eyes glued to the cut of his stern jaw, propped open, the reveal of pearly white canines, sharp and glinting as he slid his tongue lazily over your clit, head angled up and tilted to the side to observe you.
You whined, deep in your throat, felt yourself twitch helplessly against his smooth tongue. You were right there, toeing the edge once again, peering over the precipice. Each steady slide of his mouth, hiked the searing pleasure in your core.
That sweet, familiar burn. The simmer of pleasure deep in your stomach stoked hot by the Captains treatment, threatening to boil over.
You dragged your hands down, creeping fingers below the dip of your thighs over the desk to tap against the wood, urgently seeking his attention.
You swallowed hard, bit the inside of your cheeks when he paused the steady thrust of his fingers, stopped massaging your insides to slip out from your sopping pussy, trailing his hands up the desk.
His fingers were slick when he captured your wrists, and your breath hitched, surprised at the strength of his grasp as he slipped both his hands into yours and squeezed, grounding you in place with him.
Mind threatening to shatter, you used your last shreds of focus to squeeze Levi's hands, tap your fingers limply against his in a silent warning, a blaring red stop sign - Erwin's order still ringing heavy in your ears.
Silver eyes bore into yours, heated and burning with intensity from under dark lashes, a flicker of recognition in the swirl of grey. You felt his fingers tighten against your palm, holding your hands steady in his grasp, soothing his thumb over your knuckles.
The movement of his mouth didn't falter, still intently working his tongue in steady roll over your clit, twitching and searing with each slide.
You shook your head frantically, tears burning at the corners of your eyes, mind screaming out, thrashing in his grasp. No no no.
But your silent warnings were futile. He didn't stop.
Levi kept his heavy eyes on you, pupils blown wide as he watched you writhe and squirm against his mouth. You could feel drool pooling at the corner of your lips, could feel your eyes fluttering, fighting fruitlessly against the rising tide of pleasure to stay open.
You tried to squeeze his hand back, tried to shake your head, tell him you were close, tell him to stop, but you found you had been rendered completely mute. Body exhausted, mind frayed and on the precipice of overload. Coiled up tight as a spring, shining and ready to snap.
All you could do was whine, let your eyes roll into the back of your skull when he angled his head, pressed his lips flat over your clit and sucked.
With a choked, pathetic sound you were finally coming.
It was as if a gun had gone off; the culmination of hours of teasing, of denial, released in a single, blinding burst of pleasure.
The tensed coil shattered, you squirmed, grinding desperately up against his mouth, hands locked over his in an iron grip, a lifeline as your body convulsed. Your head slammed back into the hard wood, back arched, writhing over the smooth surface of the desk, mouth dropped open in a wanton, guttural cry as you came.
Alarm bells blared in your ears, deafening.
You were disobeying, you hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t been given permission to come. And yet, the tidal wave of searing pleasure that was wracking your body - numbing your senses, white hot with relief - smothered the ringing entirely. You found that in the moment, you were too far gone to care.
A hairs breadth away from too painful, the Captain slowed the roll of his tongue, detaching himself from you with a slick sound.
His stormy eyes were dipped low, locked onto your glistening pussy as he lifted his head, unable to tear his gaze from where you were clenching, throbbing in the empty air, residual bursts of pleasure still arresting your body.
Your cheeks were damp with sweat, and you felt tears - of relief, of exhaustion - begin to roll freely down the heated flesh, cutting a line through the sweat dappled over your skin.
Levi lent down a final time, and pressed a gentle kiss over your twitching clit, earning a high pitched, choked whine from you, before he straightened his spine and stood upright, hand raised to wipe remnants of your slick from his chin.
He turned his head toward the Commander, grey eyes dimmed dark and glinting, pink tongue darting out to lick you from his lips, daring. “Sorry Commander, seems I pushed too far.”
Erwin gazed steadily back at Levi, expression an imperceptible mask. His finger tapped against the pencil, still gripped loosely between his fingers, silent for a moment.
"Hm." He considered, blue eyes settled on the Captains face in a knowing look, unblinking.
Breaking the rising tension, the Commander turned his gaze back to the pages splayed over the desk in front of him, attention diverted. Heated moment shattered.
“Take her, Levi. This report is going to keep me the rest of the night.”
Levi hummed in acknowledgment, nodding.
Attention already pulled from the Commander, he silently began to roll his broad shoulders, slipping his dark green coat nimbly from his arms.
Levi rounded the table until he was at your side, running a calloused hand tenderly across your cheek when he reached you, eyes darting over your face in a silent assessment.
"You okay?" His voice was soft, low and steady, swirling through the empty halls of your quiet, still mind.
"Mhm..." You offered, the sound small and weak. Your eyes drooped closed, unable to fight the sudden looming weight of exhaustion over your eyelids.
Levi observed you for a moment longer. If you'd had enough strength, had been coherent enough to open your eyes again, you could have watched the undeniable flicker of affection, reflecting deep in those silver pools.
You hummed in contentment as Levi draped his coat over you, the wool brushing coarse over your clammy skin. The sweet, clean scent of him enveloped you, wrapped safe and comforting over your naked form.
You distantly registered him slip his arms under you, one hooked under your trembling knees, the other pressed to your aching shoulder blades. You hissed in relief when he pulled you up from the dark wood of the desk, effortlessly tucking you against his steady chest.
"Shh. I got you." His voice was distant, a slip of sound caught on the breeze, far away.
You sighed, nestled your head under his chin, slotted in as if you belonged there, breathing his scent in a deep, unhurried breath. A wave of contentment rolled over you, bundled in the soft, thick wool of his coat, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your cheek, eyes still fluttered closed.
Satisfied that you were secure in his arms, Levi made his way to the doorway, steps slow and steady as not to disrupt your serene bliss.
Finally out of earshot of the Commander, he leaned his head down, lips pressed over the shell of your ear, silky voice dropped low as he spoke, whispered soft, just to you.
“You want another one?”