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He shifts his weight under the imposing, god-like tower that is Erwin Smith. He is where he wants to be; he put Erwin here by his own will.
“Alright, then,” the man rumbles, low and commanding, “kiss me, Levi.”
His body is pitched forward, hands gripping the desk on either side of the smaller man’s hips, encompassing all of Levi with his presence but not touching him. He has brought himself to a level where Levi need only stretch up on his toes, or maybe even just his neck, to reach his lips. But he won’t move any further—he is leaving the decision entirely to the raven in front of him, this time.
Levi revels in the attention that would normally make him squirm; he lets the tip of his tongue dance just barely past the corner of his lips, watches as Erwin’s eyes track the movement and become lidded. His focus is razor-sharp. Erwin is radiating heat and muffled desire that permeates Levi’s body even across the inches of space that still separate them. His scent is that of bergamot and lavender, from his aftershave, and leather, paper, and ink.
“Is that an order, Smith?” he murmurs, cruelly.
As expected, Erwin jolts a little, meeting his eyes with a furrowed brow as concern clouds the arousal that had darkened his face. He straightens, gaze falling to the floor.
“No, of course not. I’m sorry Levi, I-“
He is abruptly cut off when Levi laughs, a short delighted thing that is foreign to his ears.
Levi says “I know that, you idiot” and bunches his fists in the front of Erwin’s jacket, pulling down and tilting his chin up to catch Erwin’s mouth with his own.
For all the surprise in Erwin’s eyes when Levi first grabbed him, his hands land softly on his Captain’s jaw, warm fingers slotting neatly behind his ears into silky onyx hair, thumbs caressing his cheeks. The kiss is tense and tame, lasting only seconds before parting with a soft smack of lips, each taking in the wanton appearance of the other and catching a breath, and then they are on each other with a new vigor.
One of Erwin’s hands slides to the back of Levi’s neck while the other wraps around his waist and pulls him in deeply. When their lips meet for a second time it’s slick, hot. Erwin probes gently across Levi’s bottom lip and Levi opens for him without hesitation. The first touch of their tongues together has Levi’s breath hitching in an attempt to stifle a moan.
He still has one hand clenched in Erwin’s jacket, and the other has slid around his middle to hold him as desperately as he is being held. He runs his hand over the muscled planes of his back underneath the jacket. Kissing Erwin like this feels familiar, though it couldn’t possibly be. It feels… it feels like every other aspect of their relationship has been preparing and ushering them toward this moment. Give and take, push and pull. To an outsider, it might appear that Erwin holds the upper hand—in public, he outranks his counterpart explicitly. In private now he looms over Levi, dwarfing his frame against the Commander’s solid wooden desk.
But in all things, ever since Levi first chose Erwin to follow, they have operated on equal ground, with even footing, and they do not deviate from that dynamic now.
Erwin’s attempt to stay on his feet while kissing Levi has rendered their height difference impractical, and Levi finds himself arching backward in an attempt to find equilibrium. Unwilling to release the kiss to find better purchase, Levi makes his own decision.
Fuck it.
Placing his hands on the desk for leverage, he scoots backward until he is fully seated, Erwin pressed close between his legs. Now in a more forgiving position, Levi surrenders to the pressure against his mouth and allows gravity to tilt him until he is flat on his back. His grip finds the bolo tie around Erwin's neck, but it proves unnecessary. Erwin has followed his movements meticulously, and is effectively pinning Levi to the desk with his torso.
He lifts his golden head slightly to peruse Levi’s flushed face and kiss-swollen lips. His Captain’s hair has fallen away from his face and flutters against the desk, framing his head with an inky black halo.
“Levi…” Erwin whispers.
Levi’s pupils are blown, betraying his lust, but he arches an eyebrow as though unaffected. Then he bucks his hips against Erwin’s, earning a growl from the man on top of him.
With a dangerous look in his eye, the Commander drops his mouth to his Captain once more to let him know exactly what he thinks of that.