part 2: nsfw
it’s like something aligns once they enter their shared hotel room, perhaps their anger, or agitation, or simply— well, possessiveness; as soon as the door closes, erwin has levi against it, hand fisted tightly in his blazer lapels. he’s creasing them terribly.
it’s like something aligns once they enter their shared hotel room, perhaps their anger, or agitation, or simply— well, possessiveness; as soon as the door closes, erwin has levi against it, hand fisted tightly in his blazer lapels. he’s creasing them terribly.
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eruri except erwin finally gets what it’s like to be jealous:
another gala, another night of idle talk, and mindless mingling. endless charms thrown to elitists for a mere sample of their pocket money, and yet they needed it, to ensure the security of the corps.
another gala, another night of idle talk, and mindless mingling. endless charms thrown to elitists for a mere sample of their pocket money, and yet they needed it, to ensure the security of the corps.
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“what?” erwin snaps at him, pushing him again, and levi doesn’t even stop him. “what do you want to say to me, levi? hm?”
no, not a kiss. it’s too enraged, too agitated to be a kiss, all spit and teeth, more like a battle than a soft exchange of intimacy. erwin is not kissing levi, no.
erwin can feel as he grabs blindly at his lover, rough and not kind, so unlike their usual, more content nights.
“you think you can just do that, levi?” erwin fists a hand in his hair, tilts his head back to stare down at him.
“answer me.” he shakes levi’s head, once, harshly.
“you can.” he grits out and erwin almost falters at the sincerity in between his fierce tone.
“it’s what i have to do.” erwin mutters, and then decides he’s explained enough times.