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The sound of branches scraping against the window wakes Levi with a start from where he’s fallen asleep. He lifts his head, mind foggy, from where it’s been resting. With a glance at the clock above the stove, he sees through blurry eyes that the digital display shows it’s 3:05 am.
Where the fuck is Erwin?
He should have come and woken Levi up to go to bed ages ago. Erwin had said he was almost done writing the materials and methods section of his current paper, so Levi had gone ahead and grabbed his sketchbook to idly doodle while he waited for his husband.
Now, the full plan for his current commission lay open before him in the sketchbook Levi had been using as a pillow.
No Erwin.
Bastard. Levi thinks to himself. That man had probably gotten distracted, again, like the brilliant idiot he was.
Levi rubs the crust of sleep from his eyes, they burn with the hour, and pushes his chair back. His back aches from the hard wood; no doubt Erwin’s in equal pain from being hunched over his desk all night. Which means it’s Levi’s job to save both their backsides.
Soft light spills across the oak floor from the spare bedroom Erwin converted into an office as Levi walks down the hall of their small apartment.
Pushing the door the rest of the way open, Levi spies his husband exactly where he left him over five hours ago.
“Oi.” His voice is thick with sleep.
Erwin looks up, blinking bloodshot eyes. “Levi? What time is it?”
Levi just folds his arms.
A downward glance at his watch has Erwin cursing. “Oh, hell.”
“No. This is just our house at 3 in the fucking morning.”
Erwin gives Levi a flat look.
Levi rounds the desk to peer at Erwin’s laptop. “You’re always saying a little humor helps shit. What are you even working on? It can’t still be the paper for Zackery.”
“No,” Erwin sighs. “He needed me to grade a few essays before tomorrow morning when grades are due.”
“So? You’re not the fucking professor. He is.”
“It’s my job as his post-doc to help—”
“Don’t fucking care.” Levi interrupts, closing the laptop screen resolutely. “It’s 3am and that essay from Jaeger is shit.”
“Levi—”
“No. Stop right there.” Levi places a hand on both armrests, leaning into Erwin's space and effectively pinning him to the office chair. “None of that duty bullshit.”
Erwin sighs. Levi can hear the dissatisfaction churning beneath the surface, an argument being suppressed in Erwin's mind.
“Smith.” It’s an order. Last names are serious. Only said when they want the other to truly listen. Levi reaches up to gently remove the square–framed glasses from Erwin's face, trailing a finger down the bridge of his angular nose as he does. It’s an easy line to follow, especially in his tired state—tilting his head to the side to press a soft kiss to Erwin's lips. He feels Erwin’s jaw relax and deepens the kiss, pressing Erwin's head back into the fake leather. Erwin tastes of overly sweetened black tea and the rice cakes he always eats while writing. A hand cups the back of Levi’s head. Warm. Firm. Fingers tangle in the longer section of hair above his undercut.
Levi moans, losing control of the situation, and feels himself growing hot as arousal burns the lull of sleep away. The sound swallowed between them.
Erwin draws him forward, guiding Levi to slide a knee on either side of his hips in the now too small chair. Levi grabs a handful of Erwin's collar, partly to stabilize himself and partly to pull Erwin closer. The hand not buried in his hair slips up under his shirt. The contact hot on his spine, searing fingerprint patterns of Erwin's thumb into his skin.
Fuck. Levi suddenly needs to hold onto Erwin more, to grab his hair, his chest, anything to hold onto so he can grind down on the glorious erection forming beneath him. He needs to set down the fucking glasses he’s still holding—blindly feeling behind him to find the table.
He misses, and the sound of the frames hitting the wooden floor jolts them both from the moment.
“Bed?” Erwin asks, breathless.
“Bed.” Levi slides off of Erwin's lap and scoops the glasses back up to set them on the desk.
Erwin stands, stretching out his back that has to be aching, groaning as his spine audibly pops.
“You’re such an old man,” Levi says.
Erwin laughs. “Says the one who’s two years older than me.”
“At least my spine doesn’t sound like rice krispies.”
“Fair enough. I think we should invest in a standing desk at some point.”
“Can you not talk about office furniture with a boner in your pants?”
Erwin chuckles. “My apologies for taking us from the very romantic subject of my joints cracking.”
“Idiot.” Levi bends down and grabs Erwin’s legs with one arm, while the other loops around to support his back.
Erwin grabs at Levi’s shoulders to balance himself. “What are you doing? Levi, I’m too big for this! Put me down before you drop me!”
Levi huffs. “No. I want you in our bed, now. So shut up and stop squirming.” His arms ache, not because Erwin is particularly heavy, but with his long limbs and height he is awkward to carry.
“Levi!” Erwin continues to protest even as Levi marches out of the office and down the hall. “This is ridiculous!”
“Fits you perfectly then.”
“Levi!”
Panting, Levi kicks open their bedroom door just enough to get through and promptly drops Erwin onto the bed. Erwin bounces on the plush mattress, but Levi doesn’t wait for him to settle before he’s climbing over him. He hooks deft fingers beneath the hem of Erwin’s shirt and drags the worn cotton up and over Erwin’s head with ease. Muscle memory learned long ago how to get his husband naked as quickly as possible.
“Come on,” Levi says between heated kisses. “It’s too fucking late for foreplay.”
“Oh honey, you know it’s never too late for that.” Erwin grips Levi’s shirt and pulls it off.
Levi ducks his head down, biting at the flushed skin of Erwin's chest. There’s a freckle there he likes to treat like a target. “Need I remind you it’s 3 in the fucking morning?”
Whatever witty retort Erwin has is cut off by Levi rocking backwards–a moan replacing it. Levi rakes his fingers down Erwin’s chest, scratching at a nipple, but not lingering. He’s a man on a mission with two simple objectives:
1. Fuck his husband.
2. Get at least 4 fours of sleep.
He rolls his hips slowly, grinding down onto Erwin’s heavy erection while mouthing at Erwin’s collarbone. Erwin will have to keep his shirts fully buttoned for a few days to hide the bouquet of light bruising Levi’s teeth are leaving. There’s no complaints from Erwin however, as he bucks his hips and fists Levi’s hair.
“Shit.” Levi forces himself away from Erwin’s skin. He slips back and out of Erwin’s lap, pulling his pants down with him along the way. It’s quick, sloppy, Erwin’s cock gets stuck in the waistband and slaps back against his abdomen as it springs free.
“Do you want—?”
“Pass me the lube.” Levi orders.
Erwin grins, stretching out on the sheets while reaching back to grab the tube from his nightstand. Levi licks his lips at the sight, admiring the long planes of his husband’s body spread out before him. With nothing but dim light of the hallway illuminating him, the long shadows play across the muscles beneath his skin. The light catches on the dark blonde hair dusting Erwin's chest and navel and the golden band that rests on Erwin’s finger.
“Now who’s taking their time?” Erwin teases, catching Levi staring.
It earns him a smack to the thigh, knocking them open wider for Levi to properly settle in between. “Shut it.”
Erwin cards a hand through his fringe, pushing his hair out of his face. Levi bats his lashes playfully as he lowers himself further, pink tongue peeking out from between his lips. He thinks he must look a right fool, but the act never fails to blow Erwin’s pupils wide. He maintains eye contact as he licks at Erwin from root to tip, once–twice. On the third pass, he drops down further, sucking on one of Erwin’s balls gently.
“God–damn.” Erwin groans, head falling back onto the pillows.
Levi continues his ministrations and warms a large squirt of lube between his fingers, letting Erwin relax deeper into the sheets. It's not until he opens his mouth wider, wrapping his lips around the head of Erwin’s cock that he moves his fingers up to trace a circular pattern around Erwin’s entrance.
“Le—Levi–I…” Erwin’s panting already, bucking his hips up into the wet heat of Levi’s mouth.
Levi wraps an arm around Erwin’s thigh, pinning the blonde’s hips in place before slipping a single finger past the taut ring of muscle. Erwin goes to arch up instantly, but Levi keeps his grip firm—just how he knows Erwin likes it. Despite his own claim that it’s too late for extensive foreplay, he takes his time here. He’ll never tire of stretching his husband's ass, feeling the tense muscles go lax beneath his touch, warming up for what’s to come.
When Levi lets Erwin’s cock slip deeper down his throat, he adds a second. Again, he takes his time, coaxing Erwin along, following the deep baritone of his voice singing in pleasure. He curls his fingers slowly, feeling the gentle contract and release of muscle, and bobs his head.
Another curl, this time at a sharper angle and—
“Fuck.”
Levi pops off of Erwin’s cock with a satisfied smile. “Yeah?”
“Don’t sta–aah,” Erwin starts with a rasp as Levi hooks his fingers again. “–art with me now.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Levi promises with an open mouth kiss to Erwin’s hip, followed by a sharp bite of teeth. It makes Erwin gasp, breath hitching further when Levi adds a third finger. “Help me out.”
He sits up, passing the bottle of lube with his unoccupied hand to Erwin.
Erwin fumbles with the flip cap, biting his bottom lip in what appears to be a pitiful attempt to focus against Levi’s dexterous fingers. Levi's always been the better multi–tasker between them, able to keep a steady pace while simultaneously pulling his last vestiges of clothes down past his hips.
“God I need to fuck you.” Levi groans as his own aching cock is freed to the cool night air.
“Come on then,” Erwin prompts, sitting up so that he can reach Levi. It causes Levi’s fingers to slip free of his hole, and Levi can’t help but lick his lips as he watches Erwin contract around nothing—seeking more.
Levi hisses as Erwin’s hand closes around his own cock, the lube still cold. He shivers as Erwin slicks him up with one hand, the other reaching around to the small of his back, encouraging him to shuffle closer on his knees. He lets Erwin guide him forward, lining himself up with care. As he presses his hips forward, the tip of his cock breaching the puckered entrance, Erwin falls back onto his elbows, head rolling back.
“Breathe for me.” Levi’s words come out in a whisper, fingers digging into the meat of Erwin’s thighs to keep himself in check.
Erwin listens, taking a slow breath in, chest expanding with it. The hallway light dances off the coarse hair dusting his chest. When he exhales, Levi rocks forward, sheathing himself to the hilt, hips pressed flush with the curve of Erwin’s ass.
“Shit.”
Falling forwards, Levi hunches over his husband. His lips ghost over his chest with just enough pressure to feel the rapid thump–thump–thump of Erwin’s racing heart.
One of Erwin’s legs bends, his ankle pressing into the back of Levi’s thigh with a gentle pressure. “I’m good, honey,” Erwin reassures with a roll of his hips. “Fuck me.”
The welcoming warmth of Erwin’s body combined with his sweet words are all the encouragement Levi needs to start moving. He fucks Erwin slowly, with deep thrusts that let them both feel everything. Erwin’s hips sway in time with Levi’s, rising up slowly, grinding together firmly, before dropping back down. It’s a sensual glide, one that has Levi panting into Erwin’s chest, warming the skin with hot puffs of air.
Between the two of them, Erwin’s always more vocal, even when he’s the one being fucked. He wraps Levi up in his arms, running his palms down the subtle curve of Levi’s back. The damn bastard is tall enough that he can easily reach Levi’s ass, squeezing the supple flesh between his fingers and pulling Levi deeper into himself.
“That’s it, baby.” Erwin praises him. “Just like that.”
Levi moans at the honeyed words, hips snapping forward. He stutters at the way Erwin clenches around him, slick and hot on his throbbing cock.
A thick finger slips between his own cheeks, dripping with lube he didn’t realize Erwin still had.
“Erwin—”
“Shhh,” Erwin hushes him. Lips pressed to the shell of his ear. “Just keep fucking me.”
Levi whines, teeth latching onto tanned skin. The finger slips down further, teasing his own entrance. He nods his head against Erwin’s neck.
Beneath him, Erwin shifts. Even with his long limbs, it’s still an awkward stretch to do this, but he makes due by lifting one of his legs against Levi’s chest. Levi huffs as his pace is momentarily broken, sliding almost fully out until just the head of his cock remains inside his husband; he takes Erwin’s leg and hoists it over his shoulder. The yoga classes Levi makes fun of him for attending on Tuesday nights with Hange finally paying off as Levi’s able to bend him in half.
It offers Erwin more room to work himself, pressing his middle finger into the heat of Levi’s ass. Levi will deny the noise he makes in the morning.
He can feel the cool press of Erwin’s wedding ring against his burning hot skin.
Levi reaches up, finding a handful of Erwin’s golden hair between his fingers and pulls Erwin’s mouth to his own. Erwin grins against his lips before slipping his tongue into Levi’s open mouth. Their teeth click, and Levi can feel a line of shared saliva running down between them, adding to their mess.
Erwin adds a second finger to his ass without warning, causing Levi’s entire body to lurch forwards and back. It leaves him torn between fucking deeper into Erwin’s silken heat and fucking himself on Erwin’s thick fingers. It’s too much. Sweat drips down his temple and dampens the shorn hairs of his undercut.
“You gonna come for me?” Erwin has the audacity to ask, breaking their kiss to bite at Levi’s jawline.
All Levi can manage in reply is a curt nod, hips moving faster, without rhythm, as he realizes just how close he suddenly is.
“Shit–Fuck. Fuck. Fu–” Quick as a whip, Levi shifts so he’s sitting upright. He manages to pull out a fraction of a second before he comes, knowing Erwin prefers it when he comes on him rather than in him. Not that he’s complaining, fisting his own cock as he comes across Erwin’s cock and stomach, admiring the view of his husband. Flushed, thoroughly fucked, marked with teeth and cum glistening in the darker hairs of his happy trail.
He commits the sight to his memory. Something to put on pencil and paper later.
Right now, however, he needs to address the fact that Erwin hasn’t come—that his cock is still hard, a beautiful shade of red with pearls of precum dripping from the tip.
Still coming down from his own orgasm, eyelids heavy with exertion, he feels Erwin’s hands on him, pushing him down into the sheets.
“My turn.” The words are followed by a wet tongue tracing the shell of his ear, lips closing around the lobe as Erwin man–handles him. Levi moans, fisting the sheets as Erwin straddles his hips and pries his cheeks apart. He shivers as he feels something wet land against his hole.
“For fucks sake, we have lube,” Levi grumbles, turning his head to the side so that he can breath easier.
Erwin’s thumbs press into him, spreading spit and lube over his hole before the heavy weight of a cock rubs against him. He tries to push back, to catch the blunt head of Erwin’s cock with his ass, but his body betrays him. Muscles lax from exertion, mind hazy from exhaustion, content from coming already.
“Relax,” Erwin’s voice is feather light against his spine. “You’ve already done plenty. Let me take care of this.”
There’s the familiar stretch of Erwin’s cock against his rim. He moans into the sheets and nods his head at Erwin’s hypnotic words. “Yeah. Okay.”
Another kiss, this one placed on the curve of his shoulder, and then Erwin’s sinking into him. Levi moans at the ache, loving the sensation of Erwin filling him, weighing him down with his broad frame and thick arms. It presses the air from his lungs, leaves him panting before Erwin’s even seated fully inside.
“Please—” He starts to beg.
Erwin’s hips rise up, brisk, quick, before slapping forwards. The sound of their skin meeting echos throughout the bedroom as Erwin cages him in, fucking him good and hard. It’s too much, his body still overly sensitive from coming, and yet he wants more. Craves it. When he’s knocked up the bed with the force of Erwin’s thrusts, Erwin wraps his arms around him, holding him in place. He whines, high–pitched and breathy, a line of drool running down his chin and onto Erwin’s forearms.
“Pillow princess,” Erwin teases, digging his knees into the bed for better purchase. Levi doesn’t protest the nickname, can’t as Erwin rotates his hips and drags his cock up against the spot that makes Levi shout. His vision blurs, bursts of pleasure emptying his head of everything except more—Erwin—more—Erwin—Erwin—Erwin.
Erwin grunts atop him, fitting his lips over a sensitive spot beneath Levi’s ear.
Levi lurches, back trying to arch into the touch but unable with Erwin’s weight pinning him down. He thinks he might come again like this, despite his cock still being soft beneath him, he feels the bubbling heat in his gut. Erwin must sense it too with the way his whole body is trembling. He slows his pace, shifting to something deeper—harder. He squeezes Levi in his arms, makes it impossible for Levi to catch his breath.
“I’m gonna come,” Erwin warns, teeth scraping against his skin.
Toes curling, Levi mouths at Erwin’s arm. “I–in me.”
“You wanna feel it, honey?” Erwin punctuates each word with a sharp thrust.
Levi nods, desperate, and fists the sheets tight enough that a stitch popping can be heard. They both ignore it.
Erwin presses his forehead to Levi’s spine, his own breathes ragged as he fucks into Levi again and again and again.
He comes with a low moan, buried deep within Levi, filling him up—just like he asked for. Levi clenches down at the sensation, milking Erwin’s throbbing cock for every last drop, eyes rolling back, coming dry. Erwin curses above him before collapsing entirely on top of his smaller husband. They stay like that, stuck together by sweat and cum while their rapidly beating hearts slow back down.
When Levi feels Erwin’s body twitch, however, he groans and pushes at the dead–weight squashing him. “We are not falling asleep like this.”
Erwin grunts, half asleep already, and lets Levi shove him to the side. He winces at the loss of Erwin stuffing him full, feels the beginning trickles of cum leaking down his thighs.
“Erwin.”
Erwin ignores him, or really ignores the mess that he knows Levi is going to complain about, and goes to pull the blankets out from underneath them. “Later.”
“Smith.”
“Shhh,” Erwin grumbles. “It can wait until morning.”
Levi rolls his eyes, too tired to actually put up a fight as Erwin pulls the sheets up and over them. “You’re fucking lucky I love you.”
Erwin yawns and rolls onto his side, pulling Levi against his chest. He sounds beyond exhausted. “Mm, love you too, honey.”
The temptation of sleep hooks its claws back into Levi’s eyelids, pulling them shut despite the absolute mess that they both are. Erwin will hear about this in the morning. Its a dance they’ve done before: fucking late into the night, falling asleep in their bliss despite Levi's weak complaints, then the next morning he’ll jokingly berate Erwin like they won't do this all over again in a few days.
This time he plans to smack Erwin’s ass with the man’s own pillow as payback for the mess in their bed. The mental image makes Levi smile as lets sleep reclaim him.