WARNING. EXTREME SMUT CONTENT. Erwin is holed up in that office of his---bored and depressed about not being needed. To pass the night away and drown in his childish sorrows, he cracks open a bottle of liquor.. maybe two.. maybe three. Seeing the light on in the commander's office, Levi intrudes upon his pitty party...
Beads of sweat fell from his face as he struggled to keep his breath manually altered, rhythmic and tranquil, holding himself from the flickering flame beneath his own skin. He could feel the wick he'd shown to the world slowly begin to spark; a lighter was being held up against his heart and he was letting it happen...
