Two Shots of Blueberry

The hustle of a Monday morning was exhilarating for Levi. He was never busier during the week. Customers filled the cafe in giant hordes. The smell of hot coffee and tea floated down the street, enticing more and more into the small, red bricked building Levi owned. It was only 7:36, and Levi had already taken and filled a dozen orders. Sasha’s cinnamon rolls and pastries were flying out of the case, and her infectious energy from the back room as she hurriedly rolled more and more dough was enough to make Levi smile. Even if it was the light twitch of the corner of his lip, it was an attempt at a smile that Sasha appreciated as their eyes met. Customers bustled in and out with their drinks and baked goods as Levi single handedly served and refreshed customer after customer. He was drastically understaffed, but he knew he had an interview to look forward to later in the day, if he could just keep his energy up for the next half an hour or so. 

As the morning went on, Levi greeted and served what seemed to be half of the population of New York city, and he did so with expertise. It being late September meant that with every new chilly breeze, another customer would enter the cafe. Five after eight, Sasha eyed the door from her window in the back room, hiding a smirk. Levi hadn’t seemed to notice anything was up as he handed out a large black tea to a short old woman, the last customer of the first rush. He directed her to the sugar packets and stirrers on the table by the door, and as she hobbled over to it, his gaze landed on the entrance.

“Morning, Levi.” The man said, a pleasant smile on his face.

Sasha’s grin only grew as she saw the back of Levi’s ears tint red when Erwin entered. She knew how Levi felt about the man. He was quite handsome after all, fit, charming, polite. And for whatever reason, he came back for an expensive coffee almost every single day.

Levi nodded in response, forcing a cool facade. 

“Mr. Smith.” He said.

Under his light grey apron and his thin black sweater, Levi was incredibly warm from the morning rush. But he didn’t sweat, he was almost inhuman in that way. He could run around for hours in a hot brick building but he never sweat when he was working. In fact, it would take an incredible amount of heat to make him sweat, and he doubted that he ever would.

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“Mmph… Levi…” Erwin moaned. 

He held Levi’s hips as he rocked his own against his ass. They were in the bathroom, their pants yanked partway down, and Levi’s shirt yanked up. His apron laid haphazardly on the floor. 

“Nnn… Harder…” Levi grunted, quietly.

Erwin wasn’t one to deny his Levi the pleasure he desired, and he went ahead with his thrusts in exactly the way Levi had requested. He stroked his chest and stomach.

“You’re all sweaty.” Erwin chuckled. 

“Mm. Shut up.” Levi murmured. “I’ve been running around all morning.”

Erwin gripped Levi tighter, and between his middle and pointer finger he pinched his nipple. Levi moaned in pleasure, and his moans seemed to fuel Erwin’s hips, which pounded him harder. Levi cupped his mouth to suppress a scream, his other hand now steadying himself against the tiled wall. Erwin felt his hips trembling and he knew that he would finish soon. 

“I’m gonna cum…” He moaned.

Levi nodded his head and gripped his own mouth tighter. 

“Let go of your mouth, Levi…” Erwin whispered. “Let me hear you…”

“We’re in a public bathroom…” He replied. “Someone will hear.”