Levi quickly goes to the kitchen, attempting to play host. Not surprisingly, he has next to nothing in his fridge. Giving it up as a lost cause, he takes the phone and searches for the number to his favorite Chinese restaurant. “You’re not here for the pleasant conversation, I take it.”
Levi’s dick twitches with anticipation. Pavlovian reaction.
Erwin stalked behind, following Levi into the kitchen before he stopped at the threshold. He leaned against the open frame as he watched the other man search for something in the kitchen.
"Not this time, no."
He came up from behind slowly, snaking his arms around Levi’s torso, his palms rubbing with just enough pressure on his hips and thighs. He let out short, suggesting breaths against his ear.
"But," he began, just as he planted a gentled kiss to the man’s temple. "I am pretty hungry." he pulled back just as quickly as he came, snatching the menu to a Chinese take-out place off of Levi’s fridge.
"Why don’t we order something." he smirked.
Levi leans against Erwin's embrace. It's almost domestic, this, and Levi finds, to his mild horror, that he rather enjoys it. Seeing Erwin, tall and striking, moving around his tiny apartment is... strange. Ridiculous.
Amazing.
Levi tosses his phone, scratched up and grossly outdated, at Erwin. "The eggrolls are good. Order whatever you want, I want the orange chicken. Tell them to put it on my tab." By now, the tiny old lady working the takeout place knows him by name. It's embarrassing, Levi's utter inability to cook anything other than fried rice.
He might have to take Erwin there one day and introduce her, Levi thinks idly as he grabs two glasses.