"Taking the Risk"

“Good afternoon, Commander Handsome,” Zeke greeted as he sauntered into Erwin’s office.

Erwin looked up from his paperwork, though he wasn’t taken aback or flushed from Zeke’s compliments. He was probably used to Zeke’s flirtations by now, as this wasn’t the first time the two would be meeting.

“You know you can just call me Erwin, right Zeke?” the blonde insisted with a smirk as he signed off on some more of the certificates lining his desk in piles.

“But then how would you know that I think you’re handsome?” Zeke asked, strutting across the room to stand in front of the commander’s desk.

“I don’t know,” Erwin teased, putting the end of his pen in his mouth and chewing on it - the sexy bastard. “Perhaps I’ve figured it out from the numerous times you’ve complimented me.”

Levi, who had been there for the whole exchange, gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Zeke could see the jealousy seething from the smaller man, and it only encouraged him to continue his antics. He placed a hand on Erwin’s desk, leaning forwards until they were mere inches from each other. The commander’s breath smelled of mint toothpaste and black tea, and Zeke could feel it on his lips. God, how he wanted to just grip Erwin by the collar and drag him forwards, kiss him passionately, but he couldn’t - not with Levi here. The shorter man would likely slice his head off for such a thing.

“We’d better be careful,” Zeke whispered, eyes boring into Erwin’s soft blue ones. “Your feisty little captain might try to fight me if we get any closer.”

Erwin chuckled softly, removing the end of the pen from his mouth and not looking away from Zeke’s gaze as he muttered, “Levi?”

Levi grunted an annoyed, “What?”

“Would you mind stepping outside for a moment?” Erwin asked. “I’d like to have a private conversation with the War Chief, if you don’t mind.”

Zeke glanced over to see Levi practically storming from the room, grumbling swears under his breath about how Zeke was a ‘stupid monkey’ and how Erwin was an ‘idiot blondie’. It made Zeke want to laugh, but he held back, turning his gaze back to Erwin as the door closed behind Levi upon his exit.

“You know, you’re playing quite the dangerous game, Zeke,” Erwin murmured, his plump lips drawing ever closer to Zeke’s own.

“And how’s that?” Zeke asked, eyelids fluttering half closed as the two began to close the gap between them.

“We’re both men with much power,” Erwin explained with an amused smirk on his face. “And I don’t think you realize what you’re getting into by being so flirtatious with me.”

Zeke could feel himself blushing merely from Erwin’s smug look - he was so insanely gorgeous. Zeke wasn’t about to back down though. He built up the courage to reach his hand up to cup Erwin’s cheek, running his thumb over the skin gently.

“I think I’ll take the risk,” Zeke growled before pouncing, finally closing that gap and pressing his lips to Erwin’s.

Erwin kissed back with a ferocity, and there wasn’t much of a fight for dominance as Erwin easily took over, and Zeke let him. Zeke rested his knee upon the desk, and felt Erwin’s hands on his collar, dragging him up so that he was kneeling on the wooden surface, Erwin’s face in his hands as the two shared sloppy, desperate kisses. They had been building up to this moment for weeks now, and Zeke was relieved to finally have what he’d been waiting for this whole time.

He pulled away shortly to catch his breath before Erwin was dragging him back in again, expert tongue slithering into his mouth. Zeke was on cloud nine, and all they’d done was briefly make out.

Zeke let the loud sounds of their smooching fill the room, until Erwin pulled away and simultaneously tugged Zeke closer, growling in his ear, “I’m going to tell you exactly what’s going to happen next. Are you listening?”

Zeke nodded, a little drunk with the deep kisses Erwin had delivered upon his now-swollen lips. He was hanging on Erwin’s every word, holding onto Erwin’s face a little tighter. He heard the bastard chuckle, as if this was all a game to him, which it might have very well been.

“You are going to go back to your bedroom and wait for me. I won’t be long, but I want you to get your deck of cards and shuffle them, as we’ll be playing a game together,” Erwin explained in a gruff voice. “Once you’ve gotten the cards ready, you’re to sit on the floor, hands and knees, until I enter, upon which I’ll deliver more instructions.”

Zeke wanted to groan, but he held back. It all sounded so erotic, and if Erwin had asked him to jump from the top of the building and break both his legs from the fall, he would do so in an instant.

“Is that understood?” Erwin asked roughly, shaking Zeke a little by the collar as if to get his point across.

Zeke nodded, letting go of Erwin’s face and climbing off the desk as Erwin called for Levi to re-enter his office. The shorter man came stomping back into the office, his boots heavy on the wooden floor as he took his place back against the wall. He was furious, Zeke could tell, but knowing that he’d just made out with the commander had made Zeke unbelievably smug, as he held something over the little bastard.

“I’ll see you later, handsome,” Zeke purred before exiting the office and heading down to his room.

He grabbed the cards and a pack of cigarettes from atop his dresser once he returned to the guest room he’d been staying in while in Paradis. He shuffled the deck and plucked a cigarette from the pack, lighting it up and holding it in his mouth while he finished shuffling the cards. He set the deck upon the table and finished smoking his cigarette, putting it out in the ash tray before he got down on the floor on all fours. He didn’t want to disobey Erwin - the commander was very convincing with his words, and Zeke didn’t want to know the consequences. Well, more like he wanted to reap the rewards of obeying Erwin, whatever that may be.

Zeke sat there for a good twenty minutes, sweat beginning to pool along his spine at the arch of his back from maintaining the position for so long. Although the wait was long, he felt excitement jolt through him as the door slowly opened, the commander appearing in the doorway. They exchanged a brief glance, Erwin smirking in satisfaction at Zeke’s position, before Erwin closed the door and undid his bolo tie. Zeke stayed in position, awaiting further directions.

“You may sit at the table, Zeke,” Erwin instructed before reaching down and running a hand through Zeke’s curly locks. “Good boy, waiting for me like I asked you to.”

Zeke shivered at the praise - he was a sucker for it. He could feel his cock twitching at the little touch that Erwin had given him, and he slowly rose to his feet, dusting his knees off before taking a seat at the table.

“Now,” Erwin sat down across from him, taking the shuffled deck into his hands. “We’ll be playing a little game, you and I. I’m going to place a card on the table face up, and you’re going to choose to hit or stay. Once you choose to stay, it’s my turn. Whoever gets closest to the number 21 wins. If you go over 21, you automatically lose. Loser has to remove an article of clothing of the winner’s choice. Do you agree to these rules, Zeke?”

Zeke nodded, familiar with the game. It was one he used to play back in Marley with some of his friends. He watched Erwin lick his thumb before using it to pick up the first card from the deck and flip it over, placing it in front of Zeke. An ace.

“Do the aces count as ones?” Zeke asked curiously. “We used to play it where they counted as one or eleven, and you could choose as the game was being played.”

Erwin tapped his chin in some thought before agreeing, “That seems fair. But you must decide whether you consider it a one or an eleven before the next card is played - if you choose to hit, that is.”

Zeke nodded, “I’ll go with eleven. Hit.”

Erwin slapped down a second card next to the first. A two. 13.

“Hit,” Zeke said again, hopeful for a low number.

Drat. It was a Jack, which counted as a ten, so he was at 23. He was over. Erwin’s eyes flitted from the cards up to Zeke’s gray eyes, a smirk appearing on his face. Zeke instantly felt the blush on his face, and he used two fingers to straight the glasses on his face before clearing his throat awkwardly as he awaited Erwin’s next words.

“Pants,” Erwin murmured with no hesitation. “Off. Now.”

Zeke sucked in a deep breath. He was a man of his word, so he rose from the table and began unbuttoning his pants. He was struggling to undo the clasp, the nerves getting the better of him as his fingers shook.

“Come here,” Erwin motioned for him to come closer, and Zeke could feel his anxiety only getting worse as he walked over to the commander.

Erwin undid the clasp and began to pull Zeke’s pants down, letting them pool at his ankles before Zeke stepped out of them. Zeke went back to take his seat, feeling significantly more flushed than he was before. He was trying desperately to keep his arousal at bay, though it was becoming increasingly difficult by the second.

“My turn,” Erwin announced, handing the deck across the table to Zeke.

Zeke took it and picked up the first card, placing it face up on the table. It was a Queen, which represented a ten. Erwin was a calculated and intelligent man, and Zeke didn’t doubt his ability to play well, even at a game of chance.

“Hit,” Erwin muttered, and Zeke placed down another card. An ace. Damn, 21.

“I win,” Erwin said with a smugness to his voice - the bastard. “I’ll take mercy on you, Zeke. Jacket.”

Zeke sighed in some relief. He was worried about his cock and balls hanging out under his shirt for Erwin to see - especially since his erection was only growing by the second. He took off his military jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. He had to win the next one. Erwin was only wearing a shirt and pants, and if Zeke won, he wanted that shirt off - he wanted to see those rippling muscles and pecs underneath that already tight fabric.

Zeke handed the deck back to Erwin, who placed a card face up: another Queen. Zeke decided to hit, the next card being a ten, so he stayed at 20, not wanting to risk it since an ace would be rare anyways. Erwin’s first card was a five, so he hit, getting a seven and putting him at 12. He sat in thought for a moment before deciding to hit again, getting a King and sighing as he realized he’d lost with 22 points.

“Alright,” Erwin stood from his chair. “What would you like me to take off, Zeke?”

“Your… Your shirt,” Zeke mumbled sheepishly, barely able to look Erwin in the eyes. “Take off your shirt.”

He wished he’d said it more confidently, but Erwin was just so intimidatingly beautiful, and Zeke wasn’t sure how he was going to handle the man once they were both in the nude - assuming they would play the game to that point, that is.

Erwin unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his body before he hung it on the back of the chair neatly. Zeke couldn’t help but stare. The man was sculpted like a god. Zeke wanted so desperately to pounce on him, feel up those abs and take those sweet pecs into his mouth. He twitched with the urge to do so, but held back.

Erwin noticed Zeke’s stare and couldn’t help but chuckle, sitting back down at the table and picking up the deck. Zeke wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle. Surely Erwin had noticed his raging boner by now - the one he’d been trying, and failing, to hide. But the commander remained calm and continued the game.

Soon enough, Zeke had removed his shirt, his shoes, his socks, Erwin being quite the tease in leaving him in only his boxers. But Zeke hadn’t lost all the rounds, and Erwin was wearing his boxers and his socks, as Zeke had been too fearful to ask the commander to take off his boxers yet. He would ask when they got to that point.

But now, Zeke was about to lose everything. He had one last article of clothing left, and he wasn’t fairing well. He was at 15 - a seven and an eight, and he was trying to decide whether it was worth it to hit or stay.

“I’ll hit,” he decided, feeling unsure about his decision.

Erwin placed down the next card, another seven, putting him at 22. Zeke cursed under his breath, feeling his cheeks heat up as Erwin nibbled sexily on his lower lip, staring directly at Zeke’s boxers since they were the last remaining item.

“You lose, Zeke,” he murmured. “Boxers off.”

Zeke stood slowly and hooked his thumbs in the hem of his boxers before tugging them down and letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them, purposefully avoiding Erwin’s gaze as the man’s eyes raked over his naked form. He felt vulnerable, nervous. He’d never had the attention of such a handsome man before.

He heard Erwin stand, felt him move closer, and soon there were two fingers on his chin that were drawing his face to look back into Erwin’s icy blue stare. He was wearing that damn smirk on his face again, probably feeling quite smug about winning. Zeke could feel himself blushing - god when he had gotten so damn submissive? What was the commander doing to him? He was usually so cocky and confident - but here he was blushing like a little school girl.

“Since you lost the whole game,” Erwin murmured, eyes flitting down to Zeke’s lips then back up into his eyes. “You’re going to do something for me. Does that sound fair?”

Zeke nodded, darting his tongue out to lick his lips as he stared at the plump form of Erwin’s own lips. He wanted to feel them on his own again, wanted to feel Erwin’s thick tongue in his mouth.

“Good,” Erwin smiled - that damn charming smile he always wore, before his eyes turned a little darker, more mischievous. “You’re going to become something for me, Zeke. Do you want to know what that is?”

Zeke nodded dumbly, eyes half-lidded as he stared dreamily at the commander. God, he’d never been this smitten before. He’d do anything Erwin asked of him - become anything Erwin wanted - a table for him to sign papers on? A cigarette holder? An ash tray? Anything.

Erwin leaned forward to snarl lustfully in Zeke’s ear, “You’re going to be my little cock sleeve.”

Zeke’s eyes widened slightly before a groan escaped his mouth, cock jerking against his stomach from Erwin’s words. Oh god, how he wanted to be Erwin’s cock sleeve so badly. He would’ve given anything to be that the moment he first saw the commander, and now it was finally going to happen. Zeke didn’t care how - mouth or ass - he’d take it no matter how Erwin wanted to give it to him.

“Oh?” Erwin chuckled in a low octave against Zeke’s ear, the vibration of it sending Zeke into a state of arousal he didn’t know existed. “Is that something you want, Zeke? You want to be my little cock sleeve? It is a privilege, you do know that, correct?”

Zeke nodded again, and Erwin pulled away a little to examine Zeke’s woefully red face. He lifted his hand to run his fingers from the nape of Zeke’s neck up through his hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging on it so that Zeke was looking him in the eyes again. Zeke whimpered at the feeling, his cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach now, likely starting to drip onto the floor below.

“I could make you anything I want,” Erwin continued, sounding mad with the power he had over Zeke. “I could make you stay under my desk all day and suck my cock. I could turn you into a little whore - cock leaking all over the place while you hold my drink, sweat dripping down your back as you light my cigarettes - and you’d love every second, wouldn’t you?”

Zeke nodded - it felt like that was all he could do in response to Erwin’s words. He’d never been so turned on in his whole life, and he couldn’t even explain how desperate and eager he was to have Erwin use him.

“Good,” Erwin purred, letting go of Zeke’s hair. “Now get on your hands and knees on the bed - present yourself to me.”

Zeke scrambled to do as he was told as soon as Erwin ordered it. He walked over to the bed quickly and climbed onto the sheets on all fours, arching his back and resting his head on the sheets so that he was ass up face down. He looked over his shoulder to see Erwin grinning, looking particularly happy with himself. The commander peeled off his socks, but kept his boxers on, before retrieving a small bottle of oil from his pants pockets. He sauntered over to the bed and took his place behind Zeke. Erwin gripped Zeke by the thighs and pulled him a little closer before nudging his legs further apart. Zeke was breathing heavily with desire, trying to hold back his moans and whimpers. He watched Erwin pour oil onto his thick fingers, and tried to brace himself, relax his muscles for what was to come. It wouldn’t be his first time - he’d bent over for plenty of Marleyan officers and noblemen in his time, whether for monetary or political gain.

He squeezed his eyes shut as Erwin rubbed his index finger against Zeke’s hole, spreading oil over it before he began to push the tip in. Zeke released a deep breath, Erwin’s finger pushing in to the first knuckle with ease as he relaxed.

“Good boy,” Erwin praised, sending a flutter through Zeke’s chest.

“Th-Thank you, s-sir,” Zeke stuttered, resting his hot forehead on the cool sheets and reveling in the temperature difference.

He moaned as Erwin placed his free hand on Zeke’s upper back, forcing him down further into the sheets to arch his back harder. He felt Erwin’s finger prodding ever deeper, nearly all the way in now as he curled it against Zeke’s inner walls, stretching at the tough muscle.

“There we go,” Erwin cooed. “That’s not so bad now, is it?”

Zeke shook his head, groaning as Erwin began to nudge in a second finger next to the first. He could tell that Erwin was being careful, which he appreciated. Too often, the men he had sex with were careless of his well-being, and often fucked him before he was stretched properly.

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Erwin murmured, second finger halfway in now as he fucked them in and out slowly.

Zeke whimpered, the burning in his stomach only making him more aroused by the second. He could see Erwin’s cock straining in his boxers - the damn thing looked huge, and Zeke licked his lips in excitement for what was to come. The praise was almost too much for him to handle - he wanted nothing more than to be pounded into the sheets while calling the commander ‘daddy’, hearing Erwin calling him a ‘good boy’ and praising him over and over.

Erwin scissored his fingers gently, not meeting much resistance as he added in a third finger. Zeke could feel himself opening up beautifully for Erwin’s cock, and he was growing more eager by the second. Erwin sighed contently as he pulled his fingers out, patting Zeke’s ass appreciatively.

“Nobody’s ever fucked you nicely before, have they?” Erwin asked, and Zeke could hear him removing his boxers, could feel the slick head of Erwin’s cock fall against his asscheek, resulting in a whine from Zeke.

“N-No, sir,” Zeke admitted sheepishly. “They’re… They’re all r-rough with me.”

“Well,” Erwin palmed at one of his asscheeks, earning a mewl from the bespectacled man. “I plan on fucking you so nicely you’ll cum without being touched. How would you like that, Zeke?”

Zeke nodded desperately. God, he wanted that so badly. He wanted to serve at Erwin’s cock warmer, cock sleeve, whatever he needed. He wanted to be fucked so nicely that he would cum untouched.

Erwin chuckled and rubbed his cock head against Zeke’s hole, pressing in slowly, inch by glorious inch. Zeke’s mouth dropped open, a loud moan escaping his mouth as Erwin continued to push his way in, the stretch being unbelievable. It burned, though it didn’t hurt - it was just a little overwhelming.

“Ohh,” Zeke gasped as Erwin bottomed out, gripping his hips tightly in his fingers. “Oh god…”

“Shh,” Erwin stroked his sides soothingly, his breath heavy as well with the lust the two were sharing. “Such a good boy… you’re doing amazing, Zeke.”

Zeke groaned, his face turning a deep red from the compliments. Erwin pulled out slowly before sinking back in, causing Zeke to mewl with pleasure. Erwin was so big, and he was rubbing up against Zeke’s prostate with each push back in.

“Fuck,” Erwin sighed, the first time Zeke was hearing him part from his intimidatingly powerful persona. He started a slow pace, rocking his hips in and out. “You like that, hmm? You’re being such a good cock sleeve for me.”

Zeke whimpered, nodding and clawing at the sheets with his fingers as he tried to grasp onto something to help him cope with all the pleasure running up his spine. He couldn’t even speak, mouth open as drool accumulated in the corners and began to drip onto the sheets below.

Erwin rolled into him a few more times before he began pounding him at a harder and faster rhythm, skin slapping against skin. The sound echoed throughout the room, along with Zeke’s pleasant mewls and moans that filled the air.

He let out a squeal as Erwin smacked his ass, the commander growling, “You feel so good. Does it feel good, baby?”

“Y-Yes…” Zeke answered, barely able to form words as he moaned without thinking, “D-Daddy.”

Erwin paused his thrusting for a moment before resuming at a harsher pace, clearly liking what Zeke had said. Zeke was self-conscious about it - he hadn’t meant to say it, but it had simply slipped out. Erwin was just… well, Zeke couldn’t resist calling the man ‘daddy’.

“Is that right?” Erwin teased, his balls slapping into Zeke’s taint repeatedly with each thrust. “Is that something you want, Zeke?”

Zeke didn’t know what he was asking - was he asking if Zeke wanted Erwin to be his daddy? Because the answer was yes. A thousand times yes. He nodded stupidly, not even caring to find out what Erwin meant. The commander continued fucking him brutally, not letting up even as Zeke squirmed below him, sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure. He was getting very close, his orgasm at the precipice now.

“Say it again,” Erwin demanded, delivering another harsh smack to his ass as he pounded away.

“Daddy,” Zeke moaned as he came in spurts all over the sheets, legs quivering.

Erwin had to hold him by his thighs to keep him from collapsing, thrusting about a dozen more times before his thrusts became stuttered. He came inside of Zeke, filling him up with the hot seed that warmed his lower half.

As soon as Erwin pulled out and let go of Zeke’s legs, Zeke collapsed onto the bed, panting and trying desperately to catch his breath. Erwin chuckled and smacked his ass once more for good measure, his breath heavy as well.

“Good boy,” Erwin praised one last time.

Zeke struggled to sit up, trying to get his bearings as he turned to face the commander, who was standing there with a proud smirk on his face. Zeke wasn’t even annoyed about Erwin’s prideful demeanor - he supposed the commander had every right to feel that way. He’d just fucked the Marleyan War Chief - made him moan and writhe on the sheets beneath him. I don’t think you realize what you’re getting into by being so flirtatious with me. - that’s what Erwin had said to him before they’d kissed. But Zeke had taken that risk to pursue Erwin anyways, and god, was he glad he’d taken the risk.