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"Excuse me?" Levi pauses, his thin rimmed glasses perched on his nose as his eyes stop reviewing the report he had been just previously scanning over.
He turns to Hanji, who's grinning, from ear to ear, like a Cheshire cat.
"What did you say?" Levi asks, eyes narrowing at the female.
"I said, 'You should head out, enjoy the school festival.'" she grins wider, as if that were freaking humanly possible.
"After that."
"Oh, that." She has this cheeky expression pasted on to her face now, as her eyes widen down upon the high school teacher.
"Yes, fucking that." Levi curses.
"Nyahaha," she giggles loudly, "Well, if you really want me to repeat it… I said, 'Eren's in Classroom 3-A, dressed up as a cute little maid,' he - "
Levi stands abruptly and Hanji pauses, watching, eyes twinkling with intrigue and amusement as she follows the brooding male, walking calmly yet predatorily down the halls, dressed in his trademark dark black knit sweater and grey teacher trousers. His height is a contrast to those he passes, and is easily able to manoeuvre through the throng of peoples that are visiting the school's festival.
He reaches Classroom 3-A, and shoves the sliding screen door open, eyes searching the room, tracking down the boy he's in search for instantly.
His eyes narrow when he sees the tufts of brown hair that he has run his fingers through so many times, the smile he's kissed so many times, the eyes he's been lost in so many times.
With slow, menacing steps, he walks toward the boy, forcing himself - with extreme will power - to not look at the black and white classic maid dress that he is clad in.
Eren glances up, feeling a strong gaze resting upon him, and he freezes, pauses, chills, when he meets Levi's narrowed glare.
"Mi-Mikasa!" Eren exclaims in a panicked yell, taking a cautionary step back, the skirts of his dress rustling with the action, "You said!" he says, pointing a look at her, "You said he wouldn't find out! Traitor!"
She only shrugs and goes back to serving her customers, dressed in a butlers coat-tail suit.
"L-Levi," Eren says, holding his hands up in surrender, "This, it's - "
"Shut it, Jaeger." Levi says, and he grabs on to the frills adorning the boy's maid outfit, dragging him out of the room.
Levi's standing right in front of him, eyes narrowed, arms crossed. His expression, his posture - they're screaming brooding and sullen.
"L-Levi," Eren starts, biting his lip, "It's - This is - "
"I'm listening."
Eren so badly wants to yell, "I know you're freaking listening!" But he can't, otherwise Levi will beat him up.
"It's just, it's the theme."
Levi raises a brow.
Crap, Eren thinks, that's obviously not a good enough excuse. "The guys dress as maids and in turn, the girls dress as butlers. We're raising money for our cafe…"
The brow raises higher.
Oh shit.
"Jaeger." Levi says.
Eren tilts his gaze down, and bites his lip, pout beginning to settle on his face.
Glancing at his stupidly feminine slippers, a part of the maid outfit, he's scared to look up, to meet Levi's murderous eyes.
After a time though, he braves his fears and glances up, before he stops, meeting Levi's eyes.
They're hungry, desiring, glancing occasionally at the, what Eren had thought Levi had thought, horrendous and filthy outfit.
But in that moment, when their eyes meet, Eren knows that Levi thinks it's the exact opposite of horrendous and filthy.
Well, not exactly. He knows that Levi still thinks that the attire is horrendous and filthy, and it is horrendous and filthy, but it's also horrendous, and filthy.
And there is his solution, the master plan to escape this cursed situation - which will probably get him beaten up later on, but nonetheless, his solution!
Eren concludes that he will, insert victorious music here, seduce Levi to a certain degree of manipulation. Because, c'mon, no one can fully manipulate Levi.
"Levi," Eren says, and takes a small step forward.
He leans down, and places a kiss on the older man's neck, sucking lightly at the skin there, softly raking his teeth along the flesh.
His lips kiss at the neck, showering them with the lust that Eren saves only for Levi.
He slips his hands on to Levi's hips, the man's arms still crossed.
His lips have moved down to Levi's shoulders, having nipped the edge of the man's knit sweater to the side.
Eren kisses the bone, lips placing heated kisses, the occasional lick.
Treading on icy waters, Eren's fingers play with the edge of Levi's knit shirt, before sneakily slipping them under, fingers brushing, and drawing soft circular caresses on the skin underneath, his thumb sneaking ever so slightly underneath the rim of Levi's trousers, to lightly rub over the man's hip bone.
Eren knows he's pulling out the tricks, and even now, it still seems like Levi hasn't budged even a millimetre.
Eren pulls back, his own face reddened, biting his lips.
Levi smirks, "As if brat." he scoffs, "When I can't see your face, and you're all over me like that, with that dress on, you look like a girl."
Eren turns scarlet. But he needs to get back to the cafe, otherwise he won't get his share of the class pay if he doesn't put in the work time - that means that all the endurance of the fawning used up over the maid dress will have been for nothing. So he takes a brave step forward toward Levi and kisses the man again, harder, more passionately.
Their lips part, and Eren's hand sneaks down, about to sneak in to Levi's pants, when his wrist is caught.
"Nuh-uh, Jeager." Levi says, tutting, shaking his head.
Eren pouts, frowning, before narrowing his eyes at Levi, "FIne."
He yanks his wrist from Levi's enclosed wrist.
"What - "
Levi glances down in-between them, and his eyes widen only slightly when he sees Eren's hand reaching under his skirt, past all the frilly crap.
"Brat," he says, "What the hell are you doing - "
"Nn," Eren moans softly, hands slowly stroking his own length.
Levi, against his mind's orders, pins the boy against the wall behind them, and then he stops, watching, knowing that if he makes the next move, Eren will have won this first battle of will between them.
Sure, they've been together awhile, and have had sex a few times, but never had Levi seen Eren jerk himself off.
It was - He just -
"Levi," Eren breathily muttered from his lips.
The elder man, ruling his will with an iron fist, kept still, not making a move.
Eren, making sure to not show his weakening of will at Levi's intense and narrow eyes, purposely bucked his hips, gasping, and then moaned out Levi's name twice, before his free hand reached up to grasp on to Levi's muscled arm.
"You shit." Levi says through grit teeth.
Eren looks up in to Levi's eyes, his breath coming out in short, hot puffs, his cheeks brushed over with a light blush.
"You fucking brat."
"Nn," Eren moans, and leans his head forward to rest on Levi's shoulder, "L-Love you," he murmurs.
And then Levi snaps, he gives in.