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Levi leans against one of the office's walls, he fixes his glasses, he crosses his arms. He sighs once, watching Erwin jotting down his stupid letters as requested by Magath. They've set sail for Eldia two days ago, and they will have to be on this disgusting ship for another week.
Levi sighs louder.
Erwin doesn't put his pen down, he doesn't look anywhere else but that fucking sheet of paper; he doesn't even stop to drink his coffee, letting it get colder by the second.
"Tch," Levi scoffs. "This is the dirtiest office they could've given you, how can you even concentrate with the rumbling of the fucking propellers next to your face."
"Yet somehow your impatience is louder than any propeller."
"I'm fucking tired of waiting around all day, doing nothing. I get sick four times a day from all the swaying."
"They gave you medicine for that."
"And I took it," Levi answers; he hates when Erwin talks as if he's not also tired of the same things. "I still feel sick, my knees give in, can't do a fucking push up. How am I supposed to be ready for war?"
"Are you trying to convince me that an Ackerman's weak spot is the ocean?"
"I'm trying to wake you the fuck up," Levi spits out, pushing himself from the wall. "You don't demand a better room, you don't demand a better office. Ever since you got into this fucking ship you've been nothing but a pushover, letting Calvi use you like a rug, letting Magath use you like a urinal." Levi smashes his hands against the desk, making the tin cups rattle, but Erwin's face is impassive. "You've never let these assholes disrespect you like this before, so what the fuck is going on now? You can't even get it up like you used to. You're useless."
"Watch your mouth," Erwin mutters. Finally.
"You've been avoiding my dorms even before this trip. Untouched for fucking weeks. Did it fell the fuck off?"
Erwin's pen drops from his fingers as he looks up; he swallows.
"Had a shit-ton more fun when I was Calvi's whore," Levi hisses and watches as Erwin suddenly gets up from his chair. "He's twice your age and can still get it up—"
"Bend over," Erwin says, gripping Levi's forearm to push him against the desk, to force him to comply. "Pull down your pants."
"You can't even pull them down yours—"
Erwin hits Levi's head against the desk, pressing it. "Pull them down."
Levi grits his teeth, struggling to get his hands down to where the buttons of his pants are, wiggling his body to slide his clothes down.
"All you crave is nothing but being treated like a whore," Erwin says, keeping Levi's head pressed against the desk while using his other hand to prompt Levi's mouth open, forcing him to choke on his fingers. "You cannot even hide how much you want to beg for cock. You wouldn't even care if I kept you like this with the door wide open, letting any soldier inside this room and inside your ass."
"Phuck you," Levi manages around Erwin's fingers and coughs, unable to swallow the saliva building in his mouth, dripping down his cheek.
"Please," Erwin says, chuckling and taking his wet fingers to Levi's ass. "You could never fuck anyone." A finger makes it in, forcing a whimper out of Levi's throat. "You're nothing but a worthless hole. And you expect me to be hard for you?" he asks, putting a second finger inside Levi, making him squirm, making his cock leak all over the desk.
And he doesn't stop; he teases Levi with his fingers for what seems like an eternity, forcing him to only find release in bucking his hips against the cold, hard desk.
"Look at you," Erwin says. "Used up and desperate for more. It's disgusting. You're as dirty as this room, your ass has been fucked by half Liberio, Levi, and you expect me to desire you?"
Levi punches the desk as he moans, arching his back, fucking himself against Erwin's fingers, in desperate need for more.
"Beg for it," Erwin says.
"Just fucking do it!" Levi snarls, and Erwin shoves his head against the desk again.
"I said: beg."
"Shit," Levi breathes out, writhing in agony. "Fuck, just do it," he whines. "Just f—fucking do it, please. Please, just fuck me, Erwin!"
Erwin's fingers leave him empty but the sound of rustling of clothes get Levi ecstatic. He licks his lips, he focuses on every movement behind him, his hole stretched and cold and twitching. The anticipation is killing him but he doesn't dare to look over his shoulders, he doesn't dare to risk having what he just begged for.
Erwin's hand finally touch his hips; his calloused thumbs sliding down Levi's ass; his breath raggedy. And the waiting is over.
Having Erwin inside of him makes Levi spiral, his head is empty, his body limp. Erwin's fingers grip his waist strongly as he gets deeper, as he goes faster. He fucks Levi against that desk just like he deserved it, just like he asked for it. Levi's glasses get foggy with his own breath, blurring his sight, letting him get lost in every thrust, felling as though the desk is swallowing him down. Nobody else could make him feel like this, and if Levi lets anyone else use him it's because he can take it, he's strong. But at the end of the day, Erwin is the one who truly makes him feel alive.
Erwin grips his hair and yanks, arching Levi's back, getting closer to his ear to grunt against it.
"Are you going to take my come?" Erwin asks.
"Yeah!"
"You better treasure it," he says; his breath hot against Levi's temple, pushing Levi's glasses down, forcing them to get stuck over Levi's chin. "I'll make sure it stays deep inside you, so you carry it with you all day."
"Yeah," Levi answers desperately, licking his lips. "Fuck, yes, yes do it. Fucking do it, please."
Erwin digs his nose in Levi's hair, breathing him in; he moves his hips faster, making Levi's neglected cock bounce in the air, leaking over the desk. It feels so good Levi can barely moan anymore as he stares into the round window on that disgusting wall he hates so much, but couldn't care less about right now. He comes as Erwin keeps fucking him and makes a mess of the desk and then he's finally rewarded when Erwin fills him up, groaning against the crown of Levi's head, emptying himself with every throb of his cock.
Before he's done, he makes sure to bite Levi's ear, to lick his cheek and then moves away, pushing Levi's against the desk again.
It's hard for Levi to find his footing, gripping the desk, staring at the mess he made. He fixes his glasses and clears his throat before putting his pants back up, making sure not to spill a drop of this gift he's been waiting for so much.
Erwin walks around the desk, rearranging his clothes and sitting back down. He picks up his pen and stares down at the papers in front of him. With a finger, he scoops a drop of Levi's come off of it and offers it to him.
Levi unconsciously moves forward, as if controlled by a force stronger than himself. He sucks on Erwin's finger, staring into his eyes, catching a proud smile on his face.
Erwin cups Levi's face and slowly invites him to lean down, guiding him to clean the rest of his mess off the table. Levi slurps, he licks, he swallows, and listens to Erwin hums in approval.
"My disgusting little whore," he says delicately. "Now stand still, and stay quiet."
Levi feels his face on fire, his body tingling. He nods curtly and moves aside, back to the wall, back to being quiet, not only because he was asked to, but because his head is finally at ease.
Story by daneh. It is forbidden to reproduce or feed this story to AI or use it for any other purposes.