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How many beers had he had? Erwin was quite sure they’d both lost count, but it was enough for him to practically glue himself to Erwin’s side on the couch, and enough for him to press their lips together every chance he got, too, so much so that he’d long ago stopped paying attention to what was on the television to only focus on his partner. Naturally, because he was not going to waste a chance to hold Levi, Erwin did the same, finding that as per usual, he was unable to keep the smile off his face at Levi’s behavior.

He was always like this when he was drunk, he thought. Adorable. Affectionate. Clingy and cute, and completely expected to Erwin after several years of marriage. About 5 beers in and Levi would start to get like this, he knew, unapologetically sidling up to him wherever they were at, shamelessly exposing his neediness in a way that he would not have done while he was sober. This meant that Erwin was powerless to resist, which was good, because Levi also tended to pout if Erwin pulled away or didn’t give him attention. Thankfully, he had no reason at all to deny Levi what he wanted, because it wasn’t like he was any better. No, he had a hard time keeping his hands off of Levi like this when he was sober, and like Levi, apparently, with each drop of alcohol it became harder and harder for him to hold on to his restraint.

“I love you.” Erwin said at that thought, also thinking too that he was grateful they were at home so neither one of them actually had to.

“I love you too.” Levi mumbled in response, a slight slur to his speech that had Erwin smiling all over again. Catching sight of it, Levi bit his lip and then pressed his face into Erwin’s neck, brushing his mouth up against the skin there in a way that had Erwin squeezing his waist. “I love your smell. It smells fucking good.”

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