Tag: erwin smith

Levi has always been better at reading. Writing his own words is strange; the pen is too heavy in his hand, ink dripping on paper resembling that black underground’s blood too much. He doesn’t have stories to write down, anyways.

But Erwin is a scar-lettered myth. He is Levi’s favourite book. His skin is softer than pages of rough paper, and he carries the old paragraphs of his wounds with neutral pride.

Some nights, Levi reads him like a blind man, with fingers tracing his darkness and tongue burying into the heat of his mouth, taking Erwin deep into his own tender warmth.
Levi reads him for centuries.

Erwin closes his eyes, and tells him all his stories.

The words have been scratching in his throat for some time now. Levi decides to say them out loud when he’s in Erwin’s office, on the couch, legs warm and comfortable in Erwin’s lap.

“You know, if you ever feel shitty about that,” he traces the knot of Erwin’s sleeve, tangles his fingers in the empty fabric. “Just… don’t. There’s no need to, got it? You’re not less or worse just because – ”

“I know, Levi.” There’s no chance for Levi to react when Erwin leans in and kisses his forehead. It shouldn’t feel so nice, and the peace settling over his thundering heart shouldn’t come from a wounded man’s stupid touch.

“Good.” Levi closes his eyes and nuzzles Erwin’s shoulder, breathes, listens to Erwin turn the pages of his book. The silence that stretches is a soft, lily-warm white.

Then, Erwin’s lips touch his hair. “You wouldn’t let me become less than I can be. I know that, Levi. Just like the sun rises tomorrow, I know.”

Levi’s heart beats like a storm once more when his fingers tangle in hair and fabric, and the air of his lungs is drowned out by a breathed kiss, whispered into his veins.

for cherrymoyaya. Happy Birthday, dearest. ♥ Enjoy your day, and here is a little bit of Eruri for you!
nsfw. body worship. rimming. 

“You deserve gentleness, Levi.” 

His back arches in a pale crescent, and Levi bites down hard on his mouth to hold a loud moan inside. Erwin has pushed his legs open, rough fingers sliding over his body like he’s something precious, a treasure to be adored and worshipped. “I – God, why would you – “ A kiss onto his shoulder, the sharp tendon on the curve of his neck, a tongue dragging lazily over his sweat-stained skin. 

“Let me, please,” Erwin mumbles quietly into his neck, and his hips press against Levi’s body, stilling his nervous flailing in the sheets. Shit, it shouldn’t be like this – Erwin is supposed to fuck him hard and rough and violent, with a hand pulling his hair so perfectly, knocking the thin air out of Levi’s screaming lungs with every breath. 

But tonight, Erwin smiles like Levi told him about the sadness of war or a lost love, and there’s a trace of darkness clouding his eyes. He leans down to kiss Levi, breathless as always, but Levi tastes a softness in the warm licks of Erwin’s tongue that’s foreign, like musk and a summer’s night exhale. He pulls away and slides his legs onto Erwin’s shoulders, putting the best grin onto his face, eyes falling half-lidded. “Come on, come on – you just have to – “ 

“Not tonight, sweetest. Tonight, I’ll be adoring all of you, and I’m going to take my time until you know that you deserve all the gentleness in the world.” 

And when Erwin kisses the hollow of Levi’s throat, placing his mouth right above the pulsing life in Levi’s veins, it’s over. His body gives in, falls, the softness of Erwin’s touches and the fucking reverence echoing in his every cell, oh God, what is this man and why, why would he love a bird with broken wings like Levi?

Erwin’s gorgeous cock rests hard against Levi’s thigh, but when he reaches down to touch, to run his fingers over the silky skin and tease in a way he’s best at, Erwin slides away. His goddamn large hands feel like they burn on Levi’s skin as they trace along his sides, adoring the sharp joints of his ribs with soft, reverent touches. Erwin hums against his stomach when he kisses it, and Levi’s breath explodes in his lungs. He lets go, mouth falling open in a dark, growling moan, legs twitching higher up Erwin’s neck. “F-fuck, I – God, I can’t – “ 

Erwin is silent, the smile on his mouth dangerously warm. His mouth barely grazes Levi’s hard cock, lips only touching the wet, flaring red head with a flick of his tongue. Levi bucks up, cries, hands tangling in the mess of Erwin’s hair, and his thighs close around his lover’s head when Erwin breathes a shuddering burst of air against the slick heat of Levi’s hole where he’s fucked him open torturously slow on his fingers before. 

Erwin is slow when he eases Levi into falling, like a gentle pressure in the back of his head, making him submit with a simple glance from dark blue eyes. His body trembles, arches off the bed in a violent shiver, his ears tingling when his own scream echoes within the room’s small space. Erwin licks deep and warm into him, sucks and bites, oh he fucking bites the tiniest bit into the heat of Levi’s insides, teeth grazing and dragging, careful but hot, searing, “Oh God – ”, Erwin’s breath piercing through all his senses, taking him whole, overwhelming, and he falls, collapses. – 

When his body rocks forward in one fluid thrust, fire ripping through his veins, Erwin comes up again with sweat and lube smeared all over his grinning mouth. Levi watches him lick up his come, warm tongue dragging over his softening cock. He doesn’t know how to breathe anymore, what air tastes like, but all that Levi needs is Erwin, that man who now starts to kiss his neck all over again, who covers him in love and strong hands and never flinches, not even through Levi’s darkest and scariest and most horrifying moments. 

“Don’t tease me like that ever again,” Levi says, cheeks a crimson blush, when Erwin buries his nose into the crown of his hair. But Erwin doesn’t promise, he just smiles, and maybe that’s just what Levi always wished for, in the end. 

When the war drums called them to their last battle, Levi obeyed Erwin’s orders with a salty kiss to his chapped lips and whispered, just one more time before the dust of metal and fear swallowed him:

“Whenever you call me, I’ll come back to you. If you can still say my name, I’ll return.”

He’s never going to understand this strange mystery called love, but Levi thinks that he doesn’t have to. Not anymore. Not with Erwin’s mouth cupping his own so gently, tongue licking warm and wet against his bottom lip, biting and sucking until Levi’s body is tingling with fucking fire. He doesn’t have to understand, because Erwin does, and his smile when he whispers “Levi, my Levi” belongs to no one else but him. 

Levi had expected it to happen sooner or later, but he still wasn’t prepared in the least. They had come back with eight soldiers less. They had all carried their eyes low, even the horses had been quiet, shaking from fear and tiredness. Erwin had done everything as usual – cleaning his horse, feeding it, changing into a fresh uniform inside his office with Levi silently doing the same by his side. 

And then, there had been a soft thump, and Erwin had slid down against the wall with his face buried in dirty hands, a dark, horrible noise rising from his chest. Levi had watched, helpless, frozen in place like a useless child that had gotten slapped for the first time. What – this – this wasn’t real. This couldn’t happen. 

Levi bit his mouth and dropped the leather straps of his gear. Erwin still sat there, shaking, but when Levi knelt down and pulled his hands away oh so gently, there weren’t any tears. All he could see was the roaring pain in Erwin’s eyes, his mouth open, speechless around words he couldn’t form. And Levi understood. He leaned forward and held him. He embraced Erwin, tight and warm, nails digging into his back and Levi’s nose burying into his hair. 

They didn’t speak. Minutes passed by, maybe an hour. Erwin’s body fell against Levi’s, and Levi felt him take a deep breath, warm air shivering against his neck. Then, he wrapped his arms around Levi and pulled him down, and whispered a wordless “thank you” against the crown of his sweaty hair. 

Levi thinks love is stupid and useless. He doesn’t understand it, doesn’t attempt to. Kisses are unnecessary, a hassle, a distraction. Sex is disgusting and filthy and people generally smell bad, and intimacy means making himself vulnerable. He’s not weak, will never be broken again. 

Then, Erwin kisses him after that one mission that robs him of part of his body, soul, heart, an arm gone and light vanished from his eyes – and Levi crumbles apart, walls coming down as he finds the only skin and lips he ever wants to touch in his life. 

Immortal.

Back in the underground, Levi would have sold every spark of his soul for immortality. Feelings, emotions, and even love – all those things Levi didn’t need, he would’ve given them for a small, bloody bite of freedom. Anything to be invincible. 

Then a man led him into war, and Levi drank more blood and tears to barely survive than he would have paid for immortality. Yet, when the morning sun painted golden peace on the man’s face, sleep still caught in the wrinkles around his eyes and the gray shadow of his hair, Levi didn’t wish to never die again. 

He just wished to die by his side, listening to the last beats of their battle-scarred hearts. Erwin opened his eyes, blinking at him in surprise as a smile flashed over his thin lips. ‘Yes,’ Levi though as he leaned down to kiss him, curling himself around the man’s body as they hid away from the world in their tiny cottage, surrounded by trees that were just The Forest now – ‘yes,’ Levi thought. One day their hearts would stop beating together. 

But until then, they had many mornings of golden light ahead.