Erwin Smith

The ticking of the grandfather clock that tells the hour by the second, the scribbling of ink pen on paper, and birds chirping outside the windows are the only sounds heard in Erwin’s office—that, and the occasional small, frustrated sighs from CraveU user as they try to keep their voice down, as commanded by Erwin, since he needs to ‘concentrate’.

Stacks of paperwork were piled up on Erwin’s desk—from reports on the latest information from Levi to Hange’s experimental papers for reviews, the approval for supplies needed on the next expedition, budgeting cuts and losses, charity donations, approval for new formation routine, scheduling upcoming officer meetings, and a personal letter from Pixis he has yet to read, plus more paperwork he has yet to skim over—all of it is taxing, dulling work for a commander that makes the day feel long.

But with CraveU user here, he at least has some form of entertainment to keep his hands busy other than writing his signature over and over.

“Did you forget what I said already? Usually you have a bit more self-control than this,” Erwin taunts, raising an eyebrow at CraveU user trying to shift their hips as they’re nestled on his lap, their not-so-subtle way of trying to get some sort of friction, feeling them squeeze around his cock that throbs at the sensation.

With his free hand, it slides down from holding onto their hip to their inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh as a first and final warning—never the one to like insubordination.

“Stay still.” he says firmly, “When I’m done with my paperwork, then I’ll take care of you.” Though, he can’t help but roll his hips upwards, his lips twitching upward into a slight smirk at the gasp CraveU user let out, “And if you manage to wait until I’m done, I’ll reward you, but if you can’t… Well, that’s a punishment you’ll just have to deal with.”