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The first time Erwin met his husband-to-be, the man was halfway up the garden wall in his wedding finery.
Erwin was not one for nerves. Never had been, even with the pressure of the crown weighing on him at a young age—and after that, his father’s waning health and mother’s hysterics. Some might have been impressed with how he handled the transition, but a few knew the truth. Erwin just shoved every single emotion deep down in his chest and never ever dealt with them ever.
Until right now. A mere half hour before his own wedding, and he was in the garden pacing a hole in the path. His bodyguard, Miche, was several paces away. Ignoring him, no doubt. Miche was used to some of Erwin’s more annoying eccentrics and knew when to give him space. Even if they were going to be late for his wedding if they lingered any longer.
Wedding. Erwin wanted to be sick.
It had been his idea of course. An alliance between Paradis and Hizuru would be nothing but beneficial, especially considering the growing tensions with Marley. What better way to secure their favor than to offer his own hand to one of their royal heirs? And now here Erwin was, pacing in his own garden, lying in the bed he had made.
Why was he so nervous? He had meticulously examined the profiles of the three marriageable royals until the most advantageous option had made itself clear. Prince Levi was the only prospect of an age that made Erwin comfortable courting. The only problem was that the young man had made his disdain for alphas known far and wide to the point that even some of Erwin’s court referred to him as an ice queen.
Or in less polite society, a frigid bitch.
Maybe that’s why Erwin’s nerves were fraying. All of the responsibility he had to his people, his country, and his family, and now he was adding an entirely new member that he would have to wine and dine into complacency tonight for the sake of political advantage. For a brief moment, Erwin couldn’t help but sympathize with his parents. Their marriage hadn’t been easy either.
Erwin’s hadn’t even begun and he was already sickened by it.
Just as he was about to either lose his mind or straighten his doublet and walk back inside, a figure caught his eye.
Small and dressed in the strange, but elegant robes that the people of Hizuru had arrived in, the figure slipped along the path towards the wall. As they slipped behind the hedge and out of sight, Erwin was left baffled. If not for Erwin’s paranoia today, he would have not noticed them entirely.
A thief perhaps? Was Hizuru double crossing them?
With a frown, Erwin started towards the figure. Miche was in shouting distance, should he need him, but he felt that he had it in hand. The person was fairly short, after all.
All assumptions were thrown away when he found the figure halfway up the wall, but with the hem of their garment caught in one of the thick hanging vines that covered the sturdy brick. It was then, as the person tugged fruitlessly at their own clothes, that Erwin was able to make out their face.
They were a young man. Familiar to Erwin, but he couldn’t quite place where they’d met before. Surely he would have remembered someone with such striking, delicate features. Full lips, bright eyes, and long dark hair that was half-fallen out of the ornate pin in the shape of a lotus flower with a white tassel.
Erwin wanted to run his fingers through that hair and see if it was as silky as it looked for himself.
The man tugged on the green cloth again, hissing when a slight tearing sound commenced. “Fuck!”
Erwin couldn’t stop his smile. “Are you quite alright, my dear?” he called up, wincing in sympathy when the young man almost lost his footing.
He swore again, turning to look over his shoulder at Erwin. When their eyes met, he glared. “Go away,” he hissed. “Don’t you have something you should be doing?”
Attending his own wedding. They were fifteen minutes away from the ceremony. Erwin’s mother was probably having conniptions. “Not particularly,” he said, strolling at an easy pace towards where the beautiful man was caught on his wall. “Are you trying to climb the wall?”
“No, I like sitting twenty feet up in the air for fun.” The man rolled his eyes. “Are all of you stupid? I had someone ask me if this was a dress earlier.”
“It’s not?” The green fabric with golden thread woven throughout was certainly styled different from any dress Erwin had seen. But it still wasn’t a pair of trousers and a shirt. “What would you call it then? A robe?”
“Are you suggesting I’m out in my undergarments, my lord?”
“In your undergarments, halfway up the wall. What a scandal.” Erwin grinned. “Are you trying to upstage the wedding?”
The man let out a tiny huff, eyes closing shut. “Quite the opposite, actually. Say, if you aren’t going to call the guards on me, would you mind…?” He raised his eyebrows, head tilting towards where he was still caught in the vine.
Erwin paused. The man didn’t seem a threat, but he was still sneaking around Erwin’s courtyard being suspicious. “I would have to climb a bit up.”
“So you’re lazy as well as insulting.”
“I’m not the ill mannered one here.”
“Ill mannered?” the man barked. “You have nerve.”
Erwin clasped his hands behind his back. He was so close now that the man had to strain to maintain eye contact. It twisted his back just-so, pulling his hips into a rather…promiscuous position.
Very firmly, Erwin kept his eyes on the man’s head. Now that he was closer, he could catch his scent. It was…delectable. Omegan. Familiar.
Part of courting Hizuru had been sending things with his scent to his betrothed, and receiving items in return—as was customary in arranged marriages where neither partner had an opportunity for traditional courting. The arrangement had been accelerating too quickly for Erwin to visit Hizuru, or Prince Levi to come to Paradis. Part of testing compatibility long distance had been achieved through this method.
Now—standing beneath a man wearing the finest green silk Erwin had ever laid eyes on, and smelling the sweet scent of lavender and something that Erwin could only describe as the smell of the forest after the rain, all Erwin could feel was overwhelming relief.
“Ill mannered,” Erwin repeated, softly. “Are you so desperate to escape your wedding that you would risk arrest?”
Prince Levi froze. His narrow eyes widened, silver irises turning dark in horror as he took in Erwin. “You a guard?”
“No. Please come down.” Erwin held out a hand. “I will not call anyone.”
For a moment he was sure that Prince Levi would throw caution into the wind and scurry up the wall, clothes be damned. He certainly looked the part of a panicked, cornered animal. Ready to flee or bite.
But then it all drained out of him. Even his scent seemed to go muted. It pained Erwin to watch this spirited omega look so…sad. But he also felt hope.
He wasn’t the only one going into this marriage with frayed nerves.
Prince Levi tugged on what Erwin had been privately calling a “skirt” in his head one last time and it came lose without a tear. “Fine,” he muttered, carefully climbing down far enough that he could take Erwin’s proffered hand with greater ease. “Kiyomi would have had my head, anyway.”
The warm palm of his tiny hand slipped into Erwin’s as he used him to descend. Once on the ground, Prince Levi quickly let go, hands fidgeting with his clothes as he adjusted his “robes” into a more stately manner.
“You will not tell the King?” Prince Levi demanded more than requested.
Erwin was finding himself quite charmed. “That might prove difficult.”
“Not nearly as difficult as you. Are you always this much of a bootlicker, or is the King offering special treatment to anyone willing to tattle?”
It would be cruel to lead him on. Erwin would rather spare him the embarrassment of learning who his new husband was at the alter. Still, it was wonderful to see who this man was without him having to treat Erwin like—well. The man he was being married off to.
“Prince Levi,” he said quickly, before the young omega could burst out with another annoyed sentence disparaging at Erwin’s many faults. “It pains me to dishonor you in such a way, but—”
Before Erwin could give up the ruse, Miche came barreling round the corner. “Your Mother is having a fit, your highness,” he hissed. “You’re ten minutes late to your own wedding, the bride is nowhere to be found, and you’re—” he glanced at Prince Levi, who was bone white, “—consorting in the garden with another omega.”
It wasn’t often that Miche allowed himself to be so informal with Erwin, but he supposed this was a strange day for everyone involved.
“Oh,” Prince Levi said, voice faint. He looked as ill as his voice sounded. “Oh, that was your wall I was trying to climb.”
Erwin gave him a tight, but hopefully reassuring smile. “Think nothing of it. You’re not the only one out in the garden with nerves. I, myself, was moments away from throwing myself into the well when you made your presence known.”
Prince Levi let out a burst of laughter. It was edged with hysteria. “My future husband was about to throw himself down a well at the thought of marrying me—”
“That’s not exactly what I meant.” Erwin frowned.
“—and he caught me halfway up the wall with my ass in the air—oh.” He dragged a hand through his hair, and more of it fell out of the complicated style. “Oh, Kiyoma is going to have my head for certain. Are you certain you wouldn’t rather just let me over the wall?”
Erwin took in a deep breath. Prince Levi’s scent was sharp with distress, but no less enticing. He wanted to crowd him, fold the omega into his body, and bury his nose in his hair. What had he been so nervous about earlier? How could nerves get the best of him when he was promised such a sweet smelling creature?
A sweet smelling creature who was looking up at Erwin with half hopeful ideas at the thought of running away from his own wedding. What a mess the entire affair was.
“Come inside,” Erwin entreated as earnest he knew how. “Stay for the ceremony and feast. Talk with me. And if you still want to go over the garden wall before bed, I shall let you.”
A delectable gamble. Erwin was sure he could seduce Prince Levi into his bed before dusk. They already had a lovely repertoire going. And he could tell that Prince Levi was as enchanted by Erwin’s scent as Erwin was by his, if the way he was leaning towards Erwin like a flower to the sun meant anything.
Miche looked like he was a second away from committing high treason by hitting Erwin over the head with the nearest blunt object. “Your highness,” he began, voice tight.
Erwin interrupted him with a hand raised. “Please?” he tried again. “I promise I do not disappoint,” he added, a bit of a curl to his smile.
He could feel Miche’s judgment.
Still, he held out a hand to Prince Levi, and like before the young omega took a moment to decide before taking it. “I still might go over the wall,” he warned, but didn’t seem very confident in his promise.
“I might follow you,” Erwin said, only half jesting. “It would be a delightful chase.”
The wedding ceremony was nothing short of dreadful.
Erwin’s mother had been near hysterical by the time he found his way into the tiny chapel. She scolded him quietly in a corner, completely unaware that the distant expression on his face had little to do with annoyance at being berated like a school boy, and everything to do with the way Prince Levi’s pulse had fluttered like a wild rabbit’s heart underneath his lips when he kissed his wrist goodbye before handing him off to his ladies in waiting.
It was a dirty move, scent marking him like that. But the blush that had stolen across Prince Levi’s cheeks had been well worth the indecent behavior.
When Prince Levi arrived for the ceremony, he seemed to have pulled himself back together, much to Erwin’s disappointment. His clothes were back in order, drapped over his shoulders rather than falling halfway off and tangling in his neck. Any remnants of dirt or leaves had been brushed off his silk clothes and his hair was pinned up once again.
He watched Erwin, face blank. Bored even. The ice queen that his ambassadors had described.
But Erwin knew that a shy, if not fiery omega rested behind that mask. He couldn’t wait to try and pry it out again.
The ceremony passed fairly quickly. As per Hizuru’s request, a hand fastening had been added to the ceremony. The silk ribbon that joined their wrists together felt more of a promise than the drivel Pastor Nick spouted for twenty minutes.
After, Erwin escorted his husband to the banquet hall, where numerous festivities were to take place. Entertainers and musicians from both of their countries would be there, and that was nothing to mention the banquet they had prepared.
Throughout it all, Prince Levi remained unimpressed.
“I hope you are not too angry with me,” Erwin said, after they had sat together in silence for many minutes. He barely felt hungry, but still politely ate the Hizuruian dish that had been offered. “I truly did not know who you were until I caught your scent.”
Prince Levi glare down at his dish. He seemed less impressed with what Paradis had to offer. “My scent,” he repeated, stonily.
“Yes. I recognized it from the scented cravat that was sent.” He paused. “It must have been worn around your neck often. The smell was so…rich.”
It had been strong. Like every emotion Prince Levi had ever had was pressed into the thread.
“If you want it back, you may have it,” he added after a moment. “It is yours, after all.”
Prince Levi snorted. “It’s yours,” he said, bitterly. “As everything here. Including me.”
He made a fair point. Erwin wasn’t going to lie to him, but… “That’s not quite the complete truth, is it?” He smirked at Prince Levi once he caught his eyes. “There are things here that are yours as well.”
He received a raised eyebrow in response. “Enlighten me.”
“There are many things here that can be yours, if you would only ask. Would you like to know what they are?” At Prince Levi’s blank face, he continued, “My bed, for one.”
Was that a blush dusting Prince Levi’s face once again? “You are forward.”
“With my husband? I should certainly hope so.”
“You said—” a briefly enraged look overcame Prince Levi’s face for a moment before he smoothed it out into irritability again. “You said that none of that mattered. I could leave if I wanted.”
“Did I? I believe we decided that if you went over the wall, I would chase. Would you like that? For your husband to pursue you?” Erwin thought about it for a moment. How base in nature it would be. Thousands of years ago, it was how they claimed each other. The chase, the hunt. Courtship of the present mirrored the same behavior, albeit in more fashionable manner.
Perhaps Prince Levi preferred the carnality.
“You would not be the first to offer,” Prince Levi spat. “And certainly won’t be the last. You alphas treat omegas the same. Like a prize to be won.”
Erwin couldn’t disagree, especially when the grandest of prizes was wrapped in green silk and sitting within touching distance. “Does it trouble you?”
“Obviously. I’m more than that.”
“Of course you are.” Erwin laughed at Levi’s surprised face, but not unkindly. “It’s who you are that makes the chase worthwhile.”
Prince Levi scoffed. “You don’t even know me.”
“No, but I would like a chance to. In every way possible, if you would grant me the honor. I know that some pretty words and empty promises will do very little to deter you, but…to be quite honest I find myself deeply fascinated by you. And perhaps a little enchanted.” He smiled, a little self-consciously. “See, you have me saying sentimental things and I’ve hardly known you a day. Are you blushing?”
“No,” Prince Levi muttered. “I’m just embarrassed for you. Do you say this shit to all the omegas you try to bed?”
“Only the ones I marry,” Erwin promised. “And you will be in my bed tonight, Prince Levi.”
Prince Levi swore, dropping his cutlery onto the the table with a clatter that went unnoticed. “You can’t say shit like that.”
“Why not? We should be honest with each other now that we’re married, after all. Would you rather I be dishonest?”
“I would rather you didn’t speak at all. You’re making me nervous. Just say you want to fuck me like a normal person and be done with it.”
“I don’t want to fuck you.”
Prince Levi snarled. “You just said—”
Erwin leaned in close enough that his lips brushed against Prince Levi’s ear as he spoke. “I want to take you into my bed and worship every inch of your skin. I want to make love to you over and over again tonight until the only thing in the world that exists is my body inside of yours and my name on your mouth. I want to breed you full and leave you begging for more. I don’t want to fuck you, I want to make you mine.”
“Fuck,” Prince Levi whispered. His scent was so strong that Erwin gave in, bending down to brush his nose over the barely raised vein that held his scent gland. “You’re a bastard,” he mumbled, hand reaching up to push Erwin’s head away.
Erwin didn’t move. “For wanting my husband? Certainly a sound statement.”
“You’re a cad,” Prince Levi hissed, irritated when he realized that he couldn’t push Erwin away without drawing too much attention to them. “I hate you.”
“That’s alright. By the time I’m sinking into you, I’m sure you’ll have forgotten.”
Prince Levi’s head thunked back against the headrest of his chair. “Shit!”
Erwin laughed, pulling away. He noted the way Prince Levi looked disappointed at his departure from his neck. “Eat,” he requested. “It won’t do to have you go hungry tonight.”
His husband swore again, picking up his cutlery with distinctly shaky hands.
The banquet ended some few hours later, with Erwin’s husband a deep shade of red. It had been a delightful, flirtatious affair; Erwin had gone to great pains to keep his new husband in a state by giving vague promises of what he wanted to do to him. By the time the married couple excused themselves to retire for the evening, Prince Levi’s scent was so flustered that even Miche was flushing in embarrassment.
It had been a relief to leave everyone and whisk Prince Levi to his bedchambers.
“Would you like a drink?” Erwin asked, shutting the door behind him and locking it for good measure. It was unneeded, as the guards and staff were aware that this room was not to be disturbed on tonight of all nights, but he still didn’t want to take any chances. “It might do you some good to calm down.”
“I am calm!” Prince Levi snapped. “You’re the one being impatient.”
Erwin gave him a dubious look. “I have been incredibly patient. And who said anything about patience?” He smirked. “Maybe it’s you who are impatient, since that seems to be on your mind. Should we get right to it, then?”
“You said I could go. I could choose to leave right now. You wouldn’t break your word, would you?” Prince Levi shot back at him. He had moved to the opposite side of the room, placing the bed between them. There was a near feral glint to his eyes that let Erwin know that if he approached that Levi would find a way to the other side of the bed.
Maybe Erwin would be chasing down his mate tonight after all. “You won’t,” he said, confidently. “You’d be gone already if you wanted to.”
“You have dozens of guards. How would have I gotten through?”
“Doubtless the same way you did before. Are you going to argue with me all night, or do I have to catch and tie you up, Prince Levi?”
Prince Levi swallowed. “Just Levi.”
“What?”
“You can’t say you want to—” his cheeks darkened, “—do all those things to me and then be so formal. Just Levi is fine.”
Erwin felt a swell of affection rise in his chest. “Levi,” he said, and it sounded right. “Well, then, Levi. Are you going to come here, or should I tie you up?”
Levi cussed again. It was unbecoming for a prince to cuss this much, but Erwin had a feeling that he would be indulging it. “You are single-minded.”
“When it comes to you, yes.” Erwin took of his jacket, folding it and resting it over the back of an armchair. When he went to the buttons on the front of his shirt, Levi let out a tiny noise of protest.
“Stop it!”
“No,” Erwin replied, easily. “Unless you’d like to do it yourself.”
Levi looked up at the ceiling like he was praying to god. When he looked back at Erwin and saw that he was already taking his shirt off, he covered his face and said something in a language Erwin didn’t recognize.
“I assume that was a swear, as well?”
“A swear,” Levi repeated, mockingly, but didn’t uncover his face.
Erwin placed his shirt next to his jacket and began unlacing his boots. By the time he was in nothing but his trousers, Levi had found the courage to drop his hands and was staring at Erwin with badly hidden desire.
“Don’t touch your clothes,” Erwin said, hands going to the top button of his trousers. “I want to undress you.” He flicked the button open, watching as Levi’s pupils dilated, and gently eased the trousers down.
Erwin was not one to indulge in pride, but he knew his cock was larger than most. And likely the only one that Levi had ever seen besides his own, judging by the way the man’s eyes popped open.
“That is not going inside of me,” Levi hissed, hands fisting in his clothes. “You’re a fucking monster, fucking hell.”
“Relax,” Erwin advised. “It will be easier if you aren’t so tense.”
“You try not being tense when your husband tells you he’s going to stick a fence post up your ass!”
Erwin objected at the comparison, but decided that arguing the point would make his new husband more flustered. He needed to calm him down, before they did anything. He didn’t want to touch Levi while he was in distress.
His husband had barely enough time to let out a tiny shriek, before Erwin had crossed the room and caught his wrist. “Shh, it’s okay,” he said, pulling Levi to him. “I know you’re nervous—”
Levi smacked his chest, but not as hard as he could have. It seemed to be mostly out of annoyance than actual protest. “You’re nervous.”
“I was,” Erwin admitted. “Before I met you in the garden.” He could have sighed with relief when Levi paused to glance up at him with wide eyes. “I thought I would be sick with nerves at the thought of being intimate with someone I barely knew tonight.”
Something curious unfurled in Levi’s expression. Encouraged, Erwin pressed on.
“But then the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on got caught on my wall and yelled at me, and I knew that there would be no other person for me.”
“You’re a sap,” Levi mumbled, pressing face into Erwin’s bare chest. “Who taught you to say such shameful things?”
“I have a feeling that you were also feeling fearful of being touched by someone you don’t know.” Erwin ignored Levi’s quiet idiot. “You needn’t be afraid, love. I will take care of you.”
There was a huff of air against Erwin’s skin. He quite liked the feeling of Levi pressed up against his front, nose nuzzled between his pectorals. If not for the burning desire making itself known between his legs, he wouldn’t mind lingering here longer.
The anxiousness in Levi’s scent was starting to settle into something that Erwin dared to identify as lust. It was likely that the proximity to Erwin’s skin was activating his pheromones.
“Maybe you should tie me up anyway,” Levi said finally, unaware that Erwin was about to pass out from all the blood draining to his groin. “Just to make sure I don’t get away.”
A fantastic plan. Likely the first of many they would get up to. Erwin cast his eyes around the room. He had no rope to offer, but maybe he could improvise. The sash cinching Levi’’s clothes around his waist might work.
Erwin stepped away, hands drifting down to Levi’s waist. He pulled gently at the knot, surprised when the robe still stayed cinched as the sash fell away. “Am I doing this right?”
The smile that teased across Levi’s mouth was well worth the minor embarrassment. “You’re useless,” he grumbled. “All this talk about undressing me, and you can’t do shit.” He showed Erwin where the thin clasp that was actually holding the garment together was tied, tucked beneath the folds. “Shall I do the honors, or do you need to stroke your ego more?”
Erwin pulled on the string, delighted when the front of the garment began to part. “It is a robe,” he decided.
“It is not,” Levi said, breathily as Erwin began pushing the silk down his shoulders. The fight seemed to have gone out of him—out of both of them, the closer they orbited each other. Levi’s scent darkened. Face still a lovely pink. Just as wanting as Erwin was in this moment.
The silk dropped to the floor, pooling around Levi’s bare feet. Erwin’s breath caught in his throat.
His husband seduced him. There was no other way to put it. Lean muscle was packed in all the right places, his shoulders wide, but his waist tiny. Maybe tiny enough for Erwin to put his hands around and have his thumbs and fingers touch. And below that waist, hip bones that were just begging to be marked up, a small, leaking cock, and then delicate legs that Erwin wanted wrapped around his head while he tasted his husband.
“Do I please you?” Levi asked softly, eyes half lidded as he took in Erwin’s reaction.
Erwin had no words. He dropped to his knees, face level with Levi’s chest. Bringing his hands up to frame Levi’s waist, he gently guided him forward. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured at last, tongue darting out to taste one of the rosy nipples presented to him.
His bride squirmed, a tiny noise punching out of his chest. Hands found their way into Erwin’s hair as Erwin flicked the nub with his tongue.
The deep scent of omega arousement filled the room.
“Ah!” Levi exclaimed, when Erwin brought the nipple into his mouth. “Erwin!”
Delighted by his name on Levi’s lips for the first time, he began sucking. He hoped that his teeth would leave an impression around the nipple for a long time, so that he could look at it and remember how lovely it felt in his mouth. And also remember the tiny whimpers that came from Levi’s chest.
“You brute,” Levi accused weakly, when Erwin drew back, a string of saliva connected between his mouth and Levi’s chest. “I’m sensitive there.”
Erwin could laugh, if he weren’t so deeply aroused. “That’s the point.”
His husband rolled his eyes, but it didn’t seem as irritated as the last dozen times. In fact, he looked like he was barely standing. Unsurprising, given the amount of slick Erwin could smell leaking from him. “Get on with it.”
“No. I want to take my time. What was our plan again?” Erwin thought for a moment. “To tie you up?”
Levi seemingly had forgotten, because now his ears were red. “I was being ridiculous. Forget it.”
Erwin had already located the sash in the pile of fine silk. He grabbed Levi’s wrists, pulling them together in front of him. His husband offered no resistance as he wound the fabric around his wrists, binding them together.
“Very good,” Erwin said, letting Levi go to straighten up. “Now, don’t go giving me a reason to gag you, darling.”
It seemed that Levi had no qualms kicking Erwin’s ankle. “Shut up.”
The man was incredibly fortunate that Erwin wanted to hear him speak tonight. Otherwise, he might have indulged gagging him just to see the indigent expression on his face.
There would be time for that later.
Erwin scooped his husband up and threw him over his shoulder, ignoring the surprised shout from the man. He carried him across the room and dropped him on the bed.
Levi scrambled to sit up, face furious. “You fucker—”
He was silenced with a kiss. It took Erwin a moment to realize it was likely Levi’s first. He clumsily pushed back against Erwin’s mouth, mouth moving unsurely.
Erwin drew back. “Soften your mouth,” he suggested, nuzzling their noses together. “Let me in, darling.” When he pressed back in, he was delighted to see that Levi was a fast learner. The omega relaxed, letting Erwin take control.
And take control, Erwin did. He cupped Levi’s face with one hand, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. When he was sure Levi was fully relaxed beneath him, he licked into his mouth. Levi let out a soft grunt, lips parting obediently. The amount of trust he was showing Erwin, given his early protests, made Erwin’s chest warm.
Erwin pulled away. “Would you like to try?” he offered.
“Can’t you just—I don’t know, fuck me and get it over with?”
Levi looked genuinely confused. Almost as if he expected Erwin to bend him over the first available surface, pop his knot, and then leave him with cum dripping down his legs. Was that why he’d needed so much coaxing? Perhaps his earlier suggestion of being tied up had been more for Levi’s peace of mind than a shared desire between him—as if he needed to be restrained to be kept here.
Heart tight, Erwin pressed a quick kiss to Levi’s forehead. “Alright,” he said, quietly, thinking. “What must I do to convince you that you are to be taken care of tonight.”
Levi let out an explosive sigh. “You are infuriating. You say these things like you mean them and—what are you doing?”
Erwin climbed up on the bed, slotting himself between his husband’s legs. “This will be easier if you turn over, do you mind?” At Levi’s silence, he took hold of the man’s hips and put him on his stomach.
It was a mistake, because instead of focusing on preparing his husband for their coupling, Erwin was now distracted by the sight of his his husband’s ass in the air. The robe—or dress, or whatever name for it that Levi wouldn’t confirm, because he was difficult—had looked lovely on Levi. Really, truly lovely. But Erwin saw no reality in which he would ever allow his husband to hide the plump ass just begging for his face to be buried in ever again.
Erwin let out a swear this time, eliciting an affronted scoff from Levi.
The lovely curve of his ass was too delectable to resist. Erwin pulled the cheeks apart, appraising the prize he’d been waiting for between them. Levi’s hole was pink and puffy, wet with slick that dripped down his thighs. Erwin couldn’t help it. He wanted to tease Levi a little bit, maybe pepper his back and thighs with kisses until he was squirmy and begging to be touched.
But he could smell Levi. He was heady with that scent, emanating the most strongly from between the omega’s legs.
Unable to deny himself any longer, Erwin pressed his face to Levi’s skin and kissed his sweet hole.
The words that came out of Levi’s mouth were almost as filthy as the act. He tasted incredible, better than any omega who’s slick had fallen onto Erwin’s tongue. He was ruined by Levi, ruined for any other person who ever crossed his path.
What an honor to be so seduced by his own husband. To be so pleased that Erwin needn’t find passion nor comfort in another.
“G-god,” Levi choked out, as Erwin’s tongue laved over his hole. “Erwin!”
He drew back, ignoring the muffled groan from his husband, and began lapping at the slick dripping between his balls.
“Erwin, that’s filthy,” Levi said, voice thick. His legs were shaking. “That—you shouldn’t—please,” he mewled, when Erwin started using a hand to tease at his cock, squeezing it at the base. “I can’t!”
Erwin pressed another kiss to his puffy hole before allowing his tongue to dart out and press to the pucker skin. He pressed the tip just past the rim. Everything was so wet with Levi’s slick and Erwin’s saliva. He would barely need to stretch his husband later.
He wanted to take Levi apart like this first. He wanted Levi’s body to curl up with pleasure and then stretch out with release. He wanted to hear his name moaned loudly from Levi’s mouth until the man was crying it.
With that in mind, Erwin pushed his tongue fully into Levi’s hole. He was wet, but Erwin still met resistance from how tight he was. Maybe it wouldn’t be so easy to enter him without preparation after all.
Levi was moaning loudly, face buried in the bedclothes as his husband ravished him. When Erwin withdrew and replaced his mouth with his fingers, his cries grew louder.
“That’s it,” Erwin murmured, licking his lips. They tasted salty with Levi’s slick. He wanted to push his tongue into Levi’s mouth and have the man taste himself, but the angle was wrong. He contented himself with pressing his mouth to the knob of Levi’s spine. “I’m going to add another finger.”
He pushed another inside, and Levi let out a cry so loud that Erwin knew it could be heard several rooms away. “Good, good boy. You’re taking me so well,” he babbled, watching his thick fingers disappear inside Levi’s hole. The lovely omega’s body yielded to him instantly, as if aware who it’s master was. “Oh, darling you are incredible.”
And he was. Levi was so beautiful, even as he cried and gasped. His hips moved against Erwin’s hands, begging to be truly fucked. And Erwin was nothing if not a gentleman. He stuffed three of his fingers into Levi’s hole, roughly fucking the tight, silken cavern until Levi was wailing loudly enough to alert the entire palace.
“That’s it,” Erwin groaned, working his fingers against that tight bundle of nerves inside of his husband. He was rewarded with a particularly hoarse cry from the Omega. “That’s it, let everyone know who you belong to.”
“Erwin,” Levi gasped wetly. “Erwin!”
The Alpha in him purred with satisfaction and lust. The only thing left was to knot his charming husband.
He withdrew his fingers, kissing his husband’s neck gently when he began whining. “Just a minute, love.” He maneuvered Levi’s hips, so that his ass was in the air, arching his back beautifully. “Do you think you can take me? Can you take my cock?”
“Yes!” Levi wiggled his ass when Erwin pressed his groin flush against his cheeks. “Yes, please!”
What a good boy his husband was. There was simply no choice but to reward him. Erwin was going to stuff him so good.
He mounted his tiny husband, cock rubbing filthily against his hole in a lewd form of seduction. The little whines coming from Levi’s throat made Erwin’s blood sing. In a scant few minutes, the prince had gone from spitting fire in Erwin’s direction to practically melting beneath him. His scent was so thick that it turned Erwin’s insides molten.
Erwin pushed the tip of his cock inside. He bit down on his cheek, forcing himself not to knot immediately. Levi was so tight. If his fingers had been sucked greedily inside that pink hole, his cock was received with thrice the greeting.
The words that left Erwin’s mouth were a kind of filth that left his bride blushing, even as he made soft whimpers. He was adjusting so well to Erwin’s thick length, hips rocking and angling upwards, seeking to make the angle more pleasurable for both of them.
“M-more,” he moaned, cheek pressed against the mattress. His eyes were unfocused, dark with desire. “Erwin, please.”
Erwin pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and fed Levi his cock inch by inch. He kept it slow enough as to not rush his husband, but that seemed to only make the prince squirm harder. Needy little sounds were emanating from his throat, his bound hands twisting in the bedsheets as he shoved his ass back against Erwin’s hips in an attempt to take as much of him inside as possible.
With a growl, Erwin grabbed his hips, forcing him to slow down. “My pace, darling.”
The whimper that followed was more pleading than apologetic. Spoiled brat. For now, Erwin would indulge, as it was Levi’s first time, but he could tell there would be some obedience training in Levi’s near future.
Once he was fully sheathed inside Levi’s hole, Erwin gave his omega a moment to catch his breath. It was difficult to keep his composure, with the prince’s walls wrapped around him so tight and wet. Had Erwin been another kind of alpha—perhaps the kind Levi had been expecting, thus urging him to escape through Erwin’s garden—he would have knotted Levi immediately. An alpha’s pleasure was considered the only priority in a wedding night, but Erwin’s pleasure would never be satisfied if his omega didn’t also sing his pleasure for the whole palace to hear.
The first thrust of his hips had Levi absolutely mewling. The head of his cock was buried so deeply inside of him that Erwin was sure he was touching every single spot meant to light Levi up with desire. Every moan and cry spurred him on, rocking his hips against Levi’s ass faster and faster.
The noises they made together were sinful. Erwin’s grunts mixed with Levi’s moans, and even louder than that, the wet sound of their coupling. By now, Levi’s hole was so soaked in their mixed fluids, that it was pouring out around Erwin’s cock, drenching Levi’s balls and crack with the sweet smelling slick.
And the sight of it was even more debauched. “I wish you could see it,” Erwin said, out loud as he thrust inside. He reached around, palming Levi’s stomach to feel where his cock bulged through. “You’re sucking me in so greedily.” He rocked his hips, still fully seated in Levi’s hole. “Your tiny, little hole doesn’t want to let me go, hm?”
The noise Levi made was incoherent. “Mmuh.”
Erwin nosed along Levi’s neck, teeth scraping against that special place on the back of his neck. The brilliant scent of submission filled the room, intoxicating. But it wasn’t time to bite down, not yet. Levi still had to be bred.
“You want my seed?” he asked, trying to coax more sounds out of Levi. Sentences seemed to be beyond him. At Levi’s loud whine, Erwin decided to push his luck. “Did my sweet, darling want to run away because he thought a mean alpha was going to put a baby in him tonight?” Levi squirmed under him, practically panting. His hole was making the loudest noises, still sucking Erwin in like he belonged there.
And he did.
“I’ll only be mean to you if you want,” Erwin promised, voice barely steady. He pressed filthy kisses all over Levi’s neck, lavishing it in dark bruises and saliva. “I’ll be—I’ll be so nice, unless you want it. I’ll do anything—” he slammed into Levi, ignoring his loud cry, “—anything you want as long as you let me put a baby in you.”
Levi was practically crying, nodding fervently his consent as he bore Erwin’s rough pounding.
“Yes? You want my seed, or you want me to be mean? Use your words, little husband,” Erwin teased. He mouthed at Levi’s neck, preparing to knot him as soon as the prince formed the sentence.
“P-please,” Levi croaked, voice wrecked from shouting. Surely the entire palace could hear this passionate coupling. Erwin felt pride in his chest at the thought of Levi walking around tomorrow with bruises from his alpha’s teeth and the smell of his seed in his hole. He wanted to watch Levi blush in embarrassment at the thought of the entire court knowing that he’d be pleasured.
Maybe Erwin was going to be a little bit mean right now. “Please what?” he asked, innocently. He’d slowed the pumping of his hips, keeping Levi in place with a steady hand. His omega was whining loudly, pleading whimpers and wet gasps. He wanted Erwin’s knot so badly there were tears dripping down his cheeks.
“Your knot,” Levi whispered, voice hoarse. “I need your knot.”
Erwin hummed in satisfaction. “All good omegas need their alphas knots. Be more specific.”
“Bastard.” Levi’s voice was weak, but it still spurred a surprised chuckle from Erwin. Face redder than the silk sheets beneath them, Levi mumbled, “Put a baby in me.”
Erwin rewarded him by closing his teeth lightly around his neck, lightly scuffling him. Levi’s scent began sharpen. “Your baby,” he pleaded, hips squirming, despite being held in place. “I need your baby, alpha—please! Please, knot me, please, please—oh!”
With a growl, Erwin slammed into Levi’s hole, furiously pumping in and out. With each thrust of his cock, he found that tight bundle of nerves that he’d teased with his fingers earlier, causing Levi to scream.
Both of their pleasure increased, heat pouring down into Erwin’s groan. He could feel the beginnings of a knot start to form; the base of his cock began swelling. Levi felt it too—he started crying out louder than ever.
“Dontstopdontstopdontstopdontstop—” he begged, until Erwin shoved two fingers in his mouth. The dominance was what tipped Levi over the edge. He initially gagged on Erwin’s thick fingers, before sucking as hard as his hole was clenched around Erwin. Being stuffed from both ends was too much for the overstimulated omega.
Erwin felt his orgasm in the most intimate way possible. Levi’s walls clamped around him like a vice, drawing him in deeper than ever. His tiny balls spasmed, omegan cock spurting fluid that mixed with his slick. He screamed Erwin’s name, over and over again, like it was a prayer.
It was in the height of this pleasure, that Erwin finally bit down on Levi’s neck. The omegan scent exploded, overwhelming and sweet. It buried itself in Erwin’s nostrils, behind his eyes, settling beneath his skin in a way that only belonged to a mate.
When Erwin could think again, he realized that he had finally knotted. His cock had inflated, locking inside of Levi, binding them together as surely as the bond mark resting on the back of Levi’s neck did. And Levi was still in the throes of pleasure, his walls milking the thick strips of cum streaming into his womb.
Erwin, lost in his own pleasure, could do little but press his mouth to Levi’s mark and rock his hips gently against him.
It may have been five minutes or an hour later when Erwin truly came back to himself. The two of them had lain there in their coupling, bodies rutting against each other as Erwin’s seed took. They had been lost in instinct and pleasure; not a word had been uttered between them the entire time. Erwin had bestowed soft kisses and bites to Levi’s skin, and in turn Levi had moaned his satisfaction at the attention being laved.
Now, the intensity of Erwin’s orgasm was gradually decreasing. His knot kept Levi locked to him intimately, but the initial mindnumbing pleasure had dulled to a warm want, slowly being satisfied by Levi’s breeding.
He pressed another kiss to Levi’s neck, over the bond mark, smiling when Levi hissed. His husband was trembling from overstimulation, eyes squeezed tightly together. Erwin carefully took his fingers out of the omega’s mouth, turning his head so that he could press a kiss to the corner.
“All good?” he asked, quietly.
Levi didn’t reply. He tiredly sighed, eyes opening to catch Erwin’s gaze.
The possessive instincts were starting to take over Erwin, as expected after their intense mating. He gently covered Levi with his body, hands reaching between his omega and the bed to unbind his hands. “You were very good for me,” he praised, laying the coiled sash on the bedtable. “You’ve pleased your alpha tonight.”
Levi’s cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. With his hands now free, he buried his face in them. Erwin wanted to coo at how cute it was.
“Are you embarrassed?” he asked, maybe a touch too gleeful.
His bride huffed, muffled. “You should be embarrassed. Fuckin’…shameful.”
“You really do swear too much, darling. It’s unbecoming.”
At that, Levi took his face out of his hands, straining his neck to glare at Erwin. “ There are a lotta things about me ‘unbecoming,’” he snapped. “Are you gonna order me to stop?”
Erwin shook his head, amused. “I would find this so much more intimidating if you hadn’t been screaming my name earlier.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s alright, darling. I don’t mind your…resistance, for lack of a better word. I love a good challenge.” Erwin took hold of Levi’s waist, repositioning the two of them so that Levi was spooned by Erwin’s larger body, still connected to him by the drooling knot. The new positing had Levi sighing with barely concealed pleasure, scent thick with sleepiness.
Erwin pulled the sheet over them and wrapped his arms around his husband, content to watch the omega drift off to sleep. In a few hours, when his knot had gone down and his libido back up, he would wake Levi for another round. He had been sincere with the prince when he had confessed his desire to make love to him many times over tonight.
“Challenge?” Levi asked, voice thick. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Erwin stroked his chest and stomach, hands unable to stop from running the soft skin over and over again. It seemed to have a wonderful affect on Levi; already a gentle purr was building in his throat. “Mmm. It’s not every day that you have to seduce your own husband into falling in love with you.”
Levi’s eyes, which had closed at that point, popped open in indignation. “What?!” his voice was nearly as loud as it had been when he was crying Erwin’s name in the throes of ecstasy.
By now, Erwin had learned a few things about his husband. Mainly, how to distract him from information he was resistant to accepting.
He kissed his husband, feeling quite smug when Levi finally purred loudly, despite being flustered. This marriage business was perhaps not quite so harrowing after all.