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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Hange_Zoë
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Office_Sex, Slight_Voyeurism, Anal_Sex,
      Fingerfucking, Costume_Kink, Maids, thigh_highs, Panties
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-22 Words: 2508
****** Cleaning the Corporal's Office ******
by luna_trancy
Summary
     Levi instructs Eren to clean his office. He doesn't expect the brat
     to show up in a short maid skirt.
Notes
     It's been a long, tiresome week. I'm doing alright with my NaNo word
     count. I just really needed to write Eren in a maid costume with
     thigh highs and panties with a frustrated Levi. Eren in panties and
     thigh highs has been my new favorite thing lately. I don't know why.
There was a soft knock at the door. Without looking up from his paperwork, Levi
huffed and muttered a “come in”, his hands still scribbling at his notes. The
door opened and closed and Levi heard the sounds of sloshing water and rags.
“Sir, you said you wanted me to clean your office.”
“Mn,” Levi muttered, his eyes still on the paper. He knew he had instructed
Eren to help clean the castle, but he always preferred the brat to clean his
office. At least whenever he was too busy to do it himself; when papers were
piled on his desk. “Whatever brat, get to work.”
“Yes sir,” Eren said. Levi listened to him shuffling around, moving across the
room.
There was a clatter of equipment. Levi rolled his eyes and looked up, annoyed
at the messy sounds. His pen fell from his hand and his mouth hung open as his
eyes fell on Eren.
The stupid brat was dressed in a short black dress that hung around his tanned
shoulders. A white apron was tied around his waist. The dress stopped above his
thighs, baring a strappy garter to keep up a pair of high, sheer socks on his
toned legs.
And dammit those toned legs.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Levi managed after he caught his breath.
“Oh, Hanji told me to wear it to clean your office,” Eren said, his voice laced
with an innocence that was driving Levi insane.
“M-My office?” Levi asked. “Not the entire castle?”
“Not the castle, sir,” Eren confirmed. He picked up a rag and pulled back the
curtains to the window, letting in more light. “Just your office.
“Uh huh…,” Levi muttered, watching the boy.
Eren smiled and turned his back to Levi, reaching up to wipe down the window.
Levi didn’t bother to find his pen. He leaned back in his chair, watching the
brat clean. And, oh did he know how to clean. Eren was scrubbing the hell out
of that window, making it shine. He was tall enough to reach those tricky
corners without the use of a chair. But his skirt was riding up, showing more
of those legs.
Long, tanned, toned legs that lead right up to a round ass.
Levi bit his lip, admiring just how much his skirt failed to hide. Levi could
easily make out a pair of black, lacy panties hiding that ass. An ass that
needed to be reddened with a few slaps. Maybe a few bites…
He picked up his tea and took a sip, his eyes still on Eren. He stopped,
glanced down at his cup and back to the boy in the maid uniform. Moving as
quietly as he could, Levi leaned over his desk, poured his tea out and dropped
his cup on the flood.
“Fuck,” Levi said, “I dropped my cup. Oi, brat, come clean up this mess.”
Eren looked around. He dipped his rag into the water and ran over to the desk.
“Yes, sir,” Eren said, getting onto the floor.
And fuck he got on the floor. He had his back turned to Levi, still, and got on
all fours. He leaned forward, just enough to let his skirt rise again. He made
a delicious arch in his back, his ass in the air on full display. He even
spread his legs a little.
It was a fucking show and Levi was shamelessly enjoying it. His pulse quickened
and there was an obvious bulge in his pants that was making him quite
uncomfortable at this point. He wanted that brat and there was no doubt in his
mind that he was going to have him.
But now it was a matter of how.
He could take Eren on the floor now; the brat was in the perfect position. Or
maybe flip him onto his back, to fuck him deep onto the floor. He could bend
Eren over his desk, slap that tight ass and fuck him from behind. Or he could
have that brat crawl on all fours and have him beg for a cock down his throat.
He could unzip his pants, have Eren straddle his waist and make that shitty
brat do all the work.
“Are you alright, sir?” Eren asked, looking around. “Is your paperwork getting
too hard for you?”
Levi raised an eyebrow, feeling his cock twitch at Eren’s words.
“It’s a tad hard,” Levi said.
“A tad? Only a little hard?”
The brat was doing this on purpose. Levi could hear it in his deliberate,
breathy tone. And it was driving him insane.
“It’s…fairly hard.”
Eren let the wet towel slide from his hand as he got to his feet. He walked
around the desk and leaned on the edge, pretending to look at the papers. When
in reality he was just arching his back again to stick out his ass.
“Am I allowed to see, sir?” Eren purred. “Maybe I can help.”
Levi pushed away from the desk, resting his hands on the armrests. Eren slid
closer and sat down in Levi’s lap. The pressure of the boy’s body against his
cock brought a moan to his lips. A soft one he let out against Eren’s back. He
placed his hands on the boy’s waist, rubbing circles through the dress’s
material.
Eren leaned forward on the desk, pressing his ass down harder onto Levi’s lap.
He looked wonderful. Levi bit his lip again, admiring the way Eren’s back
looked. At the tanned muscle and his bare shoulders. At the supple skin of his
neck; that was unmarked and untouched and needed to be sucked on until it was
blue.
“I don’t know, sir. It looks incredibly hard,” Eren said, giving his hips an
experimental twist. Levi groaned.
“Fuck you and your snarky mouth, you shitty brat,” Levi hissed, pulling Eren
down onto his lap harder.
“Is that what you want?”
Levi pulled him back and suckled the skin on his shoulder. Finally, he was
getting to taste that brat. Finally, he was leaving a mark on his body. And
finally he was getting a moan from Eren’s wet, parted lips.
He reached around and under Eren’s skirt. The boy moaned as Levi’s hand brushed
against his hardened cock. Levi linked a finger around the silky panties and
pulled on them, making them tight against Eren’s body. The brunette squirmed
against Levi, his moans growing louder.
“Stand up and take your panties off, you dirty brat,” Levi said, giving Eren a
little tap on his hip.
Eren nodded and grabbed the desk, pulling himself to his feet. Levi pushed
back, giving him room, as the brunette turned around to look at him. There was
a flush on his cheeks, dark lashes hiding lust-ridden eyes. Eren slipped his
hands along his legs, reaching under his short dress. Levi watched him with
greedy eyes, taking in the sight.
Seconds later, Eren was leaning forward, pushing his panties down his legs.
Levi watched them drop and Eren stepped out of them. He leaned against the
desk, biting his lip.
“W-What now?”
His voice quivered, but he was willingly being submissive. Levi stood up and
grabbed his stack of papers, pushing them to the side. He opened the top drawer
to his desk and pulled out a small tube of oil. He sat it by Eren’s hand and
looked to his needy lover.
Levi let his hand fall, popping the garter strap against Eren’s leg. The sound
of the material against skin echoed throughout the room, mixing with Eren’s
heavy breathing.
“Sit up here and finger fuck yourself,” Levi whispered. “But don’t touch your
dick. Just get your fingers into that tight hole of yours. I want to watch.”
He pulled the garter strap again and Eren moaned. Levi slid back into his
chair, his own erection burning. But he wouldn’t touch himself yet. He had to
last to play—and enjoy—his bratty lover.
Eren slid onto the desk, opening the tub of oil. He squeezed some onto his
fingers, making them slick. He would occasionally raise his heavy green eyes to
Levi’s, seeing if the man was still watching. Levi was; he was fully intrigued,
his own eyes filled with pure lust.
Pulling his skirt up, Eren opened his legs, revealing himself to Levi. He
propped one leg up on the desk and slid his hand between his legs, searching
for his entrance. He pushed in one finger and a long, held in moan escaped his
lips.
Levi held back a grin. He loved it. He loved watching his brat like this.
A second finger and then a third. Eren was squirming on the desk. He was
rolling his hips, moving his slicked fingers in and out, in and out. He was
stretching his hole, making it red from the friction. It was a perfect sight
and Levi couldn’t tear his eyes from it.
“Ah Levi…,” Eren moaned, jerking his hand around in himself. “Fuck! Fuuuuuck! I
need more, sir, please. Please I need you.”
Levi sat back. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching erection. The
cool air relieved some of the tension. He kept his hand at his base, giving
himself a few slow strokes. Eren watched him, licking his lips pathetically.
“What do you need, you dirty whore?” Levi asked calmly. “Tell me what you
want.”
“I want your cock,” Eren breathed desperately. “I need your cock inside me. I
need you to fuck me hard like the filthy—ah shit—the f-filthy bitch I am.
Please s-sir my fingers aren’t enough.”
Levi reached forward and grabbed Eren’s hand. He made the boy stop and slowly
pulled his hand away. Eren was shaking as Levi pulled him to his feet. Eren
steadied himself on Levi’s shoulders.
“Straddle me,” Levi commanded, rubbing the sides of Eren’s waist. The boy
nodded and climbed onto the chair. Levi guided him down, lowering Eren onto his
cock. He slipped right into Eren’s body, finally feeling that tight, wet heat
he craved.
Eren cringed forward, burying his face into Levi’s shoulder. He muffled a heavy
cry. Levi turned his face to Eren’s ear, kissing the skin and stroking the
boy’s hair.
“Go slow,” Levi whispered gently. “We have time. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Eren whimpered and nodded. He started to lower himself on Levi’s cock at his
own pace, taking the man inch by long inch. Eren clung to Levi’s shoulders, his
grip getting tight and then loosening and tight again. Levi waited patiently,
letting Eren get adjusted. He kept his hands on Eren’s waist, making sure his
charge was steady and balanced.
At that final inch though they both let out long sighs. Eren threw his head
back; Levi rocked his hips slowly, biting his lower lip.
“Fuck, Eren, you feel good.”
Eren laughed a little and wrapped his arms around Levi’s neck. He gave his hips
a little thrust and Levi took the hint. He held Eren’s waist tighter and
started to move.
Levi rolled his hips slow at first, sliding in and out of Eren’s body. But the
faster the brunette moved, the quicker he moved, keeping up with Eren’s
ecstatic movements. He was truly a brat, Levi thought. A hyperactive little
shit with too much energy, an amazing ass and perfect legs and the most
gorgeous eyes in existence.
He slapped Eren’s ass out of frustration and thrust harder.
“Ah fuck yes Levi!” Eren shouted, his voice shaking. Sweat beaded at his
temples, making his hair stick to his forehead. He closed his eyes—those
beautiful green pools—and words fell from his opened mouth. Wild profanities
and incoherent screams. Eren’s voice echoed throughout the room; quite possibly
through the closed door and into the hallway.
But Levi could care less if anyone heard at that point. He had his brat, his
Eren, and the noises the boy made were delicious. If anyone had the nerve to
listen, he didn’t care. They would never get to see Eren like this.
Eren was his and only his and only he could make that brat come undone.
Without warning, other than more screams, Eren came. He dug his nails into
Levi’s shoulders and pushed his head into the chair by Levi’s neck. Levi
grabbed him, holding him close and helping him ride out his orgasm. The dress
caught the mess Eren made, for the most part, but did nothing for when Levi’s
orgasm hit.
He came inside Eren, the boy’s body clenching tight around his cock.
The two of them collapsed against the chair, their bodies limp and tired and
sweaty. They breathed hard, both trying to catch their breath. Levi ran a lazy
hand over Eren’s leg, receiving shy whimpers from the motion. He smiled and
nuzzled the mess of brown hair by his face.
Eren turned to face him and Levi’s smile grew. There was a blush on Eren’s
face, one he knew too well. It wasn’t one brought on by lust, but a feeling of
warmth and being intimate. Levi kissed Eren on the nose first and then on his
parted lips.
Those sweet, plush lips, tinted pink with a lingering taste of innocence.
“Eren,” Levi said softly, “let’s move to the sofa, alright?”
Slowly Eren nodded. Levi helped him to his wobbly feet. Levi grabbed his jacket
and lead Eren to the sofa. He sat down first and leaned back so that Eren could
crawl onto his chest. Levi wrapped his jacket around Eren’s bare shoulders and
the brunette snuggled under his neck. Levi kept stroking his hair, leaning down
to press kisses to Eren’s shoulder, cheek, eyes, head and just anywhere he
could.
“Oi, Eren, do you want a change of clothes?” Levi whispered softly. “I can go
get your pajamas.”
Eren nodded sleepily but he clung even tighter to Levi, not letting him move.
Just as he did, there was a knock at his door and it creaked open.
“Levi?” came Hanji’s voice as she stepped in. “Is Eren almost done with his
chores? I was—oh?”
Levi rolled his eyes. “Yes, you shitty four-eyes. Eren is done with his chores.
And no you cannot steal him away for experiments. He is through with everything
for today.”
“You’re so precious, Levi,” Hanji hummed, clasping her hands together. “Being
completely protective! It’s so endearing!”
“Pipe down. You’ll wake him up,” Levi snapped. “But while you’re here, make
yourself useful and go fetch him a change of clothes.”
“Huh? But—”
“You gave him the fucking outfit to wear in the first place,” Levi continued,
“so go get him a new one.”
Hanji pursed her lips. She turned, marching towards the door.
“Fine, fine,” she said. She stopped at the door with a grin. “By the way,
you’re welcome. I figured you could use a break from all that work.”
“Fuck off,” Levi said, trying his best to hold back a grin. He hugged Eren
tighter, running a hand through his lover’s hair, a gentle (but rather pleased)
grin on Eren’s face too.
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