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It'd been hours since the Commander had retreated to his quarters. It had been early, far more early in comparison to his usual schedule. Some would think it'd be because he was taking a break, for once. Others might assume Erwin had simply managed to catch up with all the tasks piling up on his table as impossible as the idea sounded.
Not many people had an batted at an eye at it, not even as a certain Section Commander dismissed their squad early with a hasty grin, ignoring the wide eyed look Moblit gave them as they shooed him off with a flimsy excuse of 'wanting to catch up' on their lost hours of sleep. It was an undeniably easy lie to detect, but no one seemed too eager to call them out on it.
In reality, the two incidents were closely correlated to one another.
"Erwin—"
The blonde was lost in his thoughts for a moment.
Not enough was known about Hange to the public eye. They were an erratic, eccentric and loud mouthed person— one many found odd, disturbing, abnormal. The first meeting between the two had been long before Erwin ever took up the mantle of commander, still following the every beck and call of one Keith Shadis. Back then, he'd been a mere squad leader and Hange a recruit.
"Fuck, fuck, f-fuck! I can't—"
He was sure many would be surprised to realize Hange had never been the bright, shining star of the Corps they are now. Once upon a time, they were a beast; anger-filled, driven by the hatred and fear many others joined the Scout Regiment for. The sight hadn't been uncommon, and had Hange been anyone else, perhaps Erwin wouldn't have ended up as intrigued as he did upon first sight of her.
And yet, he'd known there was more to them beyond that. It was the look in their eyes that clued him in to such a fact.
Reminiscing on it now, there was always so, so much more about Hange he felt the world deserved to know.
"Fucking fuck, fuck fuuuck— a-are you even listening to me, goddammit?!"
Still, there were also a plethora of things about them he selfishly wanted to keep to himself.
He could tell the Section Commander had lost track of time at some point throughout the evening. Erwin would've as well, had he not been steady in his focus. It was hard not to keep focus, really. Rarely did he have the time to indulge in them like this, a hand gently passing through a bush of curly hair, thumb circling a swollen, throbbing nub in an idle pattern he knew was driving them insane. The small twitches of their thigh, combined with the whimpers leaving the brunette's lips was enough of a demonstration to showcase just how much he's ruined them already.
It'd simply been another day for the oh-so eager Hange Zoë—or, it was supposed to be. With their busy, chaotic schedule it had always been hard for them to get in that mood; not without assistance. Rare was it for Hange to try and initiate anything, but somewhere along the way their nearly nonexistent libido had sparked up and Erwin just happened to be the closest person in vicinity to mess around with.
They'd been happy to tease him in the midst of a small debrief for yet another one of their experiments they were determined to see flourish. It wasn't anything too risky, done behind closed doors in the privacy of his office. No one else had been around, and Hange was well aware Erwin was someone akin to an unmovable object.
He wouldn't react much— Hange was confident in that statement. What could a little drag of their foot against his thigh possibly do to someone as strong-willed as him?
If Hange had known Erwin would've taken the bait, they wouldn't have went as far as they had then. He'd make due with the promises he calmly gave them from across his desk, eyes dark and piercing in ways that'd made them shiver. Oh, he made sure they knew they weren't off the hook for doing such things in the midst of such an important meeting.
The only thing left in the air was when.
When would he finally get into it?
How much more could they even handle, at this point?
"I—" Another firm press on their clit forces a small, shuddering breath from their lips. It's like he knew yet another complaint was coming his way, yet his warning did nothing to deter them from speaking. "I– I understand the importance of foreplay, okay? But this— Erwin, come on."
It's not a whine. Not at all. They don't whine.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" His retort came calmly, unphased by the frustration lacing their tone.
He knows, of course, that this is far from what Hange wanted. It's obvious, plain to see, but there's something about the sight of them like this– writhing, whiny and flushed –that continues to spur him on.
"No, no, no no no— You– you know it's not!"
They were never shy with their wants, there was no doubt about that. It was the one thing they were known for, the fearless way they spoke— how shame didn't seem to matter to them, so long as they got what they wanted. It came to a surprise to him when he'd eventually came to realize a crucial aspect when it came to their outspoken nature. Something so terribly easy to miss, subtle in-nature. Erwin's confident enough not even they are aware of it, oblivious to this habit that'd been grating on his nerves since he noticed. He wouldn't be surprised if that were the case, for Hange could be as air-headed as she was keenly intelligent.
He supposed he could let it go if only for now. It wouldn't take too long to coax realization out of them.
Hange would understand soon.
"Do I?"
His words prompt them to take action.
They're propping themselves on their elbows to glare down at him weakly, the cushions of his mattress dipping under their weight as they hoisted themselves up. If this maddening pace wasn't annoying enough, Erwin's fully clothed form did nothing to help. Hange was dangerously, dangerously close to pouncing on him themselves. Did it matter how good he looked knelt down on the ground, her thighs framing his face and his breath brushing dangerously close to her cunt?
No, not really. Not when he held most of the cards here and refused to give them a chance to turn the odds around to her favor.
It was painfully unfair, and Hange knew he was doing it all on purpose.
"Yes– yes you do!" Admittedly, the Section Commander didn't have as much control over their emotions now than they usually did. That delicate balance they maintained for the public eye was teetering into dangerous territory. Snapping at Erwin was a terrible idea, given the nature of the situation at-hand, but they could barely give two shits anymore.
Too long. They've been at this for too long. She was going to lose it. Not even Sina could save Erwin now.
A pity, since Erwin knew exactly how to reel them back in.
All it took was a mere change in pace and a few deliberate, purposeful strokes to send them back crashing into the bed.
"Oh— oooh— shit, shit– Erwin—"
"I don't know what you want for certain, Hange." He wasn't exactly lying. It was a talent of his, to find the gaps in logic most couldn't see, to ruthlessly point them out— to give himself another advantage against his opponents.
Another reason why he was easily the most infuriating yet brilliant mind Hange knew.
The fact he was pulling such cards here told the brunette just exactly how doomed they were. Fuck, he wasn't going to go easy on her.
Then again, it'd be a lie to say they hate it.
Plap!
He'd been mean enough to target her clit, their body jolting at the sudden smack. It hadn't been enough to hurt, but with just how long they'd been at this, with how many times Erwin had brought them to the brink with nothing but his thumb and a few murmured words— he hadn't really needed to do anything more to get the job done.
All Erwin needed was her attention.
"Did you hear what I said, Hange?" He knew this would take a bit, naturally. To open their eyes to the things he's seen was a challenge in and of itself, but one he was willing to face if only to bask in the rewards of his efforts.
Ironic, considering Hange was the one person he could confidently say saw the world just as he did. There were few people who could manage to see past the bleak, terrifying reality they lived in— let alone stubbornly hold onto hope when everything else was crumbling around them. For a bit, that orbit of people had only been him and his father. For a bit, Erwin had lost hope there'd be anyone else who saw the vision of a future with color in it, who saw beyond what was happening and saw what could be.
Meeting Hange had changed that. Watching them blossom into the passionate, dreamy-eyed person they were now had rekindled dreams he almost thought were foolish. He could only hope to provide to them that same mercy they'd given him.
He wanted this, after all. He wanted them to see. Needed them to, even.
"What is it you want, hm? I want to hear you say it." His thumb returns, rubbing the poor swollen little thing to ease the sting he'd caused. "What do you want me to do to you?"
The question was dizzying in ways Hange couldn't catch up with.
"H– uh?.."
Erwin knew it would be. Perhaps, they needed a bit more guidance.
"Do you need me to give you examples?" His hand spread to part the moist folds before him, playing with the underside of their clit, enjoying the sight of their legs tensing at the sensation. "There's lots I could do to you, after all. Are there too many for you to pick from in that busy mind of yours?"
"N— No, no, no–" She's quick to respond with a small shake to her head. "No, no– I can– I can—"
"Can you?" His touch had become maddeningly light, Hange's hips beginning to rut up just to chase any fleeting amount of friction they could get. Erwin played with the idea of allowing them to keep chasing that high, to watch them hump his hand in a sad attempt to get the relief he'd been denying them.
Doing so wouldn't send the message he wanted them to learn, though, so the choice to make was clear. A hand firmly pushed their hips back down, watching their chest heave up and down and another low whine leave their lips.
"I can stop if it's getting too hard to speak, Hange. Is that what you need from me?"
For a fraction of a moment, he allowed his hand to inch away from them, ready to rest his head on her thigh to patiently wait for their response. Erwin could wait for as long as they needed, patience was a virtue he practiced religiously. If they needed a break, it would happen.
But he wasn't nearly naive enough to believe that's what they needed.
He didn't even get the chance to retreat, not when a hand clasped onto his wrist with a deadly, shaky grip. It was a miracle the nails digging into his skin had yet to shed blood.
Blue, striking eyes rose to meet reddish amber— his breath leaving him the moment he took in the sights before him.
Tears.
Tears were brimming in the corner of their eyes.
Hange was tearing up, brows furrowed and lips pursed, a pleading look in their eye he couldn't deny pleased him. All his effort was finally leading to something. Finally— Hange was opening up for him.
That was the crux of the issue here; the problem, the unseen trait many missed.
Hange didn't know when to be honest, not when it mattered. Not when it came to themselves, their own well-being. They didn't open up about it, refused to, chose to dance around the issue in subtle ways instead of confronting it outright. It was a talent of theirs they wielded gracefully, that ability to dismiss and divert into matters they deemed far more important.
A trait that could be admired on the field, but never here, behind closed doors.
They never spoke when they truly wanted something, no— it wasn't themselves they ever prioritized.
It was always humanity first, progress, research, experimentation— never anything personal. No gifts, any wants that were purely selfish, desires outside of the duty instilled onto them. Hange did none of it, almost stubbornly so.
Birthdays? Forgotten, lest someone reminded them. Holidays? Spent working, Moblit had always been the one to drag them out of their lab. Any free time? Work, work, work— non-stop, all the time.
No time had been dedicated to themselves. Nothing was ever done purely for them. They asked for nothing and refused to receive anything.
Erwin wanted to fix that. He would.
It was the one thing he could do for them.
"There you are." Gently, he placed a small kiss onto the coarse skin of their knuckles. Their hands had always been rough, calloused considering the heavy duty surrounding their work. It reminded him of the dedicated, hardworking person Hange always exemplified themselves to be. Constantly moving, tinkering, improving tactics and equipment if only to give humanity another edge in the battle they fought.
"Have you reached your limit already? Come on, tell me." He'd lost the calm, almost mocking tone he'd been using— that'd scare Hange away. Erwin knew they were too deep in to even be thinking properly anymore, the least he could do was make it easier for her. "I can't help you if you don't speak up, dear."
"Erwin." The whimper left her lips weakly, blinking away the wetness building up before any waterworks could begin. "I can't, I c-can't— please."
"Tell me what I can do to help." He hums out yet again. "What do you need from me, Hange?"
Hange knew what answer to give him. They'd known from the very moment they'd laid themselves on his bed, far-too eager to shed the layers they wore, body open for his taking. It'd be easy, it should be easy to just tell him upfront. She's done it before, hasn't she? Barged into his room countless of times, a mad look in their eye and papers in-hand, rattling off on yet another new discovery that'd been keeping them up at night.
They'd never been so scared of speaking up before, so why is it so hard to speak up now?
Erwin seems to clock-in the exact moment they come to the same conclusion as he had, peppering small kisses across their hand, watching their mind scramble to catch-up with the sudden sense of disorienting awareness.
"That took you awhile." He hums out, feeling the way their grip eases around his wrist. "You've never been good about talking about what you want. It's always duty first for you, isn't it?"
"I'm— I know how to–"
"You think you do. Just like you always seem determined to stay as self-sufficient as possible."
It's easy to pry their hand off of his now, setting it to their side, two hands slipping under their knees to lift. Hange's laid out form would be dragged close, legs now dangling over his shoulders, lips oh-so close to where she wanted— needed it.
It takes all of Erwin's self-control not to dive into his meal. To give into their musky scent.
Not yet. Not until they ask.
"You carry so much on your shoulders already, Hange, yet you do nothing to ease that weight." He rubs his cheek against their inner thigh, leaves a little kiss there that has them trying to close their legs around him.
He keeps them open with a firm grip.
"When was the last time you put yourself on the forefront? Put you above all else, even for the briefest of moments?"
He leans in closer, tongue brushing lightly over their clit, feeling them jolt under him again and try to lean further into him. Again, he doesn't give them much room to make another attempt.
"Erwin– Erwin—"
"I want to make you feel good, Hange." The words are whispered like a promise, a desperation in them he doesn't allow himself to hide. If he wanted Hange to be honest, he had to do the same.
"Won't you tell me how to?"
It's the plea in his tone that breaks them.
Erwin isn't a man to ask for much, not like this. He commands, gives out orders, points out flaws and mistakes in arguments to turn them over to his favor— but rarely does he beg.
That small moment of vulnerability is enough to open the dam Hange had sealed tight.
"Jus'— just let me come, please." They hush out with a shaky voice, hands scrambling to hold onto blonde locks. "Don't— I don't care how, I don't care how you— please, please, I c-can't take anymore of this!"
It's a babble of words leaving their lips at this point. Hange isn't even sure of what they're saying. The lack of control over themselves should be scary, it should terrify them— if they were in any right state of mind, perhaps they would've been mortified.
It's the fact that it is Erwin they share this moment with that eases that terror.
"You've been denying me for so long– so so long– Erwin, please, I can't—"
The sound of it is music to his ears.
It's all Erwin's ever wanted to hear.
Were his methods to incite such a reaction cruel? He wouldn't deny the obvious. There were a plethora of other options at his disposal he could've used to draw them out of that tightly coiled shell they hid in. The commander didn't have to go down this particular path, but Hange had presented him the opportunity, and he wasn't the kind of man to shy away from that.
Coaxing such words from someone like Hange was no easy task. He had to get creative, had to get to their level just to make them understand, and he finds no regrets in doing-so. If this was the first step he needed to take in-order to see past the burning flames of Hange Zoë, then so be it.
He'd do it all over again, if only to bask in the victory of this moment.
"Hush now, I have you." Hands pull their body closer to his, nose nestling into their moist heat, inhaling the addictive nature of their scent. "I have you, Hange."
He needed them to know that. He'd have them, always— for as long as he was allowed to in this game of life they played. They'd never been the fortunate types of people. Time and time again, they'd both been dealt with loss after loss. Joining the Survey Corps had simply cut in half the already shortened lifespan they had. Erwin was not a man who expected to survive, and he suspected Hange felt the same way. Neither were built to be survivors with the pace they set for themselves.
But even so, he wanted to give all he could with the time he had.
And thus, that drive set him to dive in, lips latching onto their clit without a second thought. He'd kept Hange waiting long enough, they deserved a reward for giving into his selfish whims.
The reaction was instantaneous. They were already insanely sensitive with the amount of edging he'd wrung them through, there was no holding back anymore. Broken gasps and cries flew out of them, nails digging into his scalp as their body fought between bucking closer or running away from the overwhelming sensation. It was good, it was oh-so good— but oh-so much at the same time.
It was a stupidly good distraction to the shame they felt for even speaking like that to begin with. Erwin's lip, relentless in his pursuit to please them, halted any other bit of rational thought they tried to cling to. Control was not an agenda in this case, the only thing that kept them grounded was his touch, how his hands held them steady against him even as they drowned in his merciless onslaught.
It was the kind of reaction he was hoping to get out of them, humming against them even as her body thrashed against him, detaching only to flick his tongue back and forth in a pattern that drove them wild. A strangled noise is quick to leave their lips as soon as he begins to shift in technique, nose nudging their clit, tongue sinking deep into their welcoming heat without warning.
"Oh– oooh— oh Sina." The coo leaves her lips in such a wanton manner they almost feel embarrassed. Not that they're exactly given a moment to bask in that feeling for long. Erwin seemed keen on exploring them inside out before they could do so much as think.
Erwin himself was truthfully enjoying the whole process. Every sound Hange makes goes straight down to his cock, their inability to hold back pleasing him in ways he can't fully explain. It sends a surge of pride through to be able to give her this kind of release, to turn off a constantly churning mind he knows never takes a break.
The way they bucked into him was enough to make every moment he neglected his own needs worth it. Hange had come onto him with the intent to indulge in themselves, and he was eager to give that to her; all of it, anything they asked for, anything he could provide.
The thought spurs him up yet again, a groan leaving his lips, the vibrations sending tingles up Hange's spine. And oh, oh goodness— they're not sure just how much they can even take anymore. Every sound that leaves her now spawns a wave of flush over her cheeks, back arching away from the bed. Their hands had abandoned their post by his hair, arms sprawled over their face, chest heaving as another cry echoes out at the ferocious way he eats them out.
He took the reaction as a sign to up the ante, prodding and searching for that one spot he knew would drive them insane. Erwin didn't want Hange to keep thinking. He knew the longer he took, the more time he'd give their shame to resurface. That was the last thing he wanted. He needed them too far-gone to even consider shying away.
It took another thrust of his tongue to be met with a familiar, rough texture that incited the most delicious of sounds from the brunette before him. They'd tensed up against him, a choked up sob at the back of their throat, the tears she'd been holding back slowly trickling down her cheeks.
Hange would blame their reaction on the haze of pleasure overtaking them now. They'd blame ever single word escaping their lips now on Erwin's merciless ministrations. It was his fault, it was.
"Please, please, please—" Pathetic would be one word they'd love to describe themselves with now, the petulant whines leaving their lips without abandon. "Don't stop, don't— please don't stop."
Her hands have come back down to tug on his hair weakly, a desperation filling their senses they find themselves almost scared of. How much more could they ask for? How much were they allowed to keep pushing? Would he find their shamelessness an eyesore? Would the force of their need drive him away?
Erwin had stopped prying their legs open at this point. He welcomed the feel of their toned thighs squishing his cheeks, using his hands to caress their skin gently— it was his own way of unspoken reassurance with his mouth preoccupied.
Just as requested, he doesn't stop. He wouldn't, not when Hange sounds so ruined already.
A shudder runs through Hange at every pass of his tongue, each thrust sending them further and further cross the line of no return. There's nothing they can do to combat it, they don't even think they want to combat it. All Hange is left to do is tug, pull, squirm in the grasp of a man who holds them oh-so steadily.
She's dissolving into a mush of pleasure and instinct, a strained gasp escaping her as the world stops turning for just that one moment. No proper words escape their lips then, useless babbles of what they think is his name, thank yous, sentences that barely make sense even to their own pleasure filled mind.
A voice tells them to be mortified at their reaction— they're too far gone for it to reach them.
Erwin is leading them through it all, unrelenting even as they tense against him. He feels a rush of warmth flood his lips, lapping it all up greedily, keeping Hange still even as they begin to run away from his tongue.
She thought it would've been over by then. They don't usually go this far. With how he'd treated them all evening? One would've been enough. One would've been—
"—F-f-fuck– fuck, fuck— s'too– E-Erwin– Erwin!"
He knows it's too much. He can feel it in the way their walls clench around his tongue, nowhere near close to recovery, not ready to receive what he's willing to give. Erwin can already imagine just how sensitive she must feel now, voice growing hoarse, a twinge of panic he can hear growing.
Still, he doesn't pull away.
No, he pulls Hange closer, refuses to budge.
He can wring one more out of them. Just one more. Enough to end the evening, to prove his point, to show just how much he wants to give them.
Erwin knows they can take it. He believes in that idea.
He wouldn't want anyone else to have to. This? This is all for them.
Hange doesn't know what to do in response. Their voice is pitching up higher than they could've ever imagined, they can't get him to move, to tell them what's going on in that mind of his, to even get him to consider slowing down— fuck, they were completely defenseless here.
The idea sent a thrill through them they didn't have time to explore, already feeling another pool of heat building up in their gut. It was happening too fast for them to process, to predict, to properly prep for. Her toes curled up as a sob followed the overwhelmingly good sensations that passed over her. It was good, it was all so so good.
Everything had gone quiet after that.
The only thing Hange could hear then was the sounds of their own heavy pants, eyes shut, body limp on the bed and their hands loosening around blonde locks. She doesn't register when exactly he had begun to move, only coming to the moment they felt a familiar pair of lips peck their forehead.
Opening her eyes, it hits them then that they'd changed positions.
When did that happen? Were they that out of it?
"You're retreating back into your head again." His voice rumbles out from below them. Hange is draped over his chest now, blearily blinking down at him, bare body practically straddling his torso in a way that feels unfair. The asshole is still dressed.
There are still wet tracks of tears staining their cheeks. Without thinking, he makes a move to wipe it off, watching with mild surprise as they lean into his hand. It's not a reaction he had expected, but he chooses not to complain.
He doesn't exactly dislike it, after all.
They're giving him a small, pointed stared. A pout paints their lips, brows furrowing further as they continued to just.. look at him. They seem disgruntled, in a sense. Over what? He isn't sure. Knowing Hange, they'd make sure to remedy that problem quickly.
".. was that all.. necessary?"
Ahh. That's the issue.
"We just had this conversation, didn't we?" He hums out in response. "I can't read your mind, Hange. I need your words."
A bastard is what Hange would call him had they been in the right head space. He's lucky— he's so lucky they're too tired– pleasantly so –to push back as they usually would.
Rather than give him the courtesy of a response, they shove the hand holding their head up away, cheek plopping against his chest as a small sigh of frustration leaves them.
"Mnngh. Shut up, m'tired."
A hand combs through their hair then, eliciting a small hum from them. Mmh, that felt nice. If he kept going on like this, Hange was confident they'd fall asleep just like that.
"Alright. We'll talk about it in the morning, then."
'Course, Erwin had to go and ruin it all. Hange's a bit too alert for their liking as they pry open eyes they hadn't even realized had closed. Where had their glasses gone, actually? They can't see the expression he's making at all. When had he taken them off?
".. eh?"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow."
What the fuck?
".. s'not.. we don't have to—"
"We'll talk, Hange. It's an overdue conversation."
Yeah, no. Hange was too tired for this. This was future Zoë's problem.
".. Guh– fine. Whatever you want, 'Win."