"Eren?" Levi asked, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons.

Usually his lover responded, but he had awoken to cold, empty sheets.

His shirt mostly buttoned but left somewhat crumpled, he left the bedroom to search.

He wasn't going to leave for work without a good morning kiss, damn it.

In the beginning of the corridor, a noise echoed and bounced off the walls, a small, breathy grunt.

Perhaps Eren had hurt himself?

With that thought he charged through the house in the direction of the grunt, down some stairs and around a corner where he was treated with a not unpleasant sight.

Eren knelt on the hardwood floors, a cutesy handkerchief around his head to hold back his hair, grunting intermittently as he scrubbed at a spot on one of the floorboards.

Some puddles of water reflected light, indicating Eren's clumsy path to his current spot.

Not only did he appreciate the fact that Eren was being thoughtful, but the brunet was still clad only in boxers and a form-fitting nightshirt.

For some reason, the domesticity of the scene that lay before him turned him on more than words could say.

Eren hadn't noticed him; he approached him silently.

"How thoughtful of you," Levi purred delightedly.

Eren yelped at that, hopping to his feet and nearly knocking over the nearly-full bucket of soapy water.

"Levi!" Eren groaned, irritably.

Levi grinned at him. "What?"

"This was supposed to be a surprise!" During this little outburst, his boxers had slid down on his hips, exposing the exquisite beginnings and endings of muscles.

Levi moved forward until he stood close enough to breathe on Eren. "Can I make it up to you?"

He pushed him gently against the wall, cornering him, and sank onto his knees.

His boss could go fuck himself if he asled Levi one more time what had happened to the knees on his suit.

One of the puddles soaked through, but he didn't let it bother him.

He tongued the head of Eren's cock through the fabric, which stiffened under the stimulation, and his lover moaned and threaded his fingers through his hair, jerking his hips slightly.

"Fuck, Levi," Eren breathed.

Levi peered up at him. "After I get back from work," he decided with a sly grin before returning to lapping at the tip with a quick, expert tongue.

He pulled down Eren's boxers to expose his erect dick, and took the head into his hot, wet mouth, stroking the slit.

Eren fought the instinct to thrust violently into Levi's perfect little mouth with a whine.

Levi muttered profanities that could curl the hair on an infant over the sheer size of Eren, but took its entirety into his mouth, supressing the gag reflex and salivating heavily.

Eren couldn't fight it anymore; he pistoned his hips into Levi's mouth.

And Levi, thankfully having had experience with Eren's irritating habits, didn't gag, choke, or vomit.

He bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks and caressing the dick gently.

Eren's balls tightened until they became rock hard and straining, and he came deep into Levi's throat, some cum leaking as he pulled his softened dick out.

Levi stood again, making a show of swallowing it all, then leaning in to kiss Eren.

Eren accepted Levi's tongue into his mouth, lapping at it to taste himself before feeling the shorter man's hands on his pert ass.

With a squeeze and a slap, Levi dusted himself off, straightened his shirt, and left, leaving Eren dumbfounded.

He got his goddamned morning kiss, so he was good to go.