Mistle-fuck!
December 25, 2024.
18:44
The bell rang once again, the simple chime blending into Mariah Carey’s soprano, going almost unnoticed.
“Eren, stop standing under the mistletoe and get the door, will you?” His Mom’s voice came from the kitchen. Eren felt his face burn with mortification. The boy complied grumpily, walking over to the entrance.
“Mom! I wasn’t standing under the mistle-FUCK” He froze up in the middle of the open door.
“Mistle-fuck indeed” Came the familiar deep timbre.
Puffs of warm breaths escaped the impassive pink lips as the man Eren knew so well stood before him – this time without the barrier of a led screen. His dom stood at their porch, clad in a long black cashmere coat. Levi carefully tugged on each finger of his leather glove, easing it off his right hand, then doing the same to the left, an expression of subtle amusement making Eren’s insides flutter with admiration and arousal.
“Da- hmph” Eren stopped himself in time, he could feel his cheeks burning with cold, and emotions he couldn’t even start to comprehend. “ Uncle Levi?”
“Apparently” Levi straightened up, fixing the lapels of his pitch black coat. “Will it ruin your Christmas if I come in?”
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