I said I wouldn’t but then I did… :/ cinnamonskull
Eren always asks the kids to take off their shoes at the door. Levi would never do so in his own home (the memory of a cockroach running over his foot in the middle of the night is still burned into his skin). For the Jaeger home, however, Levi will make an exception. He slips off his sandals and places them next to Izzy’s and then he notices the large running sneakers next to him.
“Whoa, your Dad has big feet,” he observes aloud, lining his heel up next to it.
“Yeah well, you know what they say about men with big feet,” Eren says coming around the corner and surprising Levi.
Then the realization of what Eren has said slowly occurs to him and heat pools in his belly as contemplates what else might be large. He feels his cheeks flush as he takes a hesitant step forward.
“No, Eren, what do they say about men with big feet?” he asks, tilting his pointed chin up, lips parted slightly.
“Big shoes!” Eren finishes brightly and beams, leaving to finish drying dishes.
Later that night he can’t stop thinking about the sheer size of Eren. Big feet means big hands. The thought of someone with those large hands wrapping them around his waist and pawing at his chest, gripping his chin to kiss him, has Levi a little weak in the knees.
He imagines Eren running those hands down his thigh, caressing his calves, and rubbing his thumb against the arch of Levi’s foot before carefully taking his toes in his swollen mouth. Levi can feel how hot his mouth is against him and he squirms as Eren’s tongue tickles him and then there’s a different kind of searing heat as Eren presses into him and–
“Damnit!” he mutters, shooting upright as he wakes.
He’s made a mess in Izzy’s Tangled sleeping bag.
Embarrassed, he sneaks down to the Jaeger’s laundry room. He’s just finished adding detergent when a light flicks on
“Shit, shit,” he hides grabbing a towel to cover himself.
Eren looks from Levi to the washing machine and wordlessly pulls out a clean shirt from the dryer. Levi tugs it on avoiding eye contact out of sheer mortification. It hangs on him, the hem reaching mid-thigh.
“Why don’t you head back up to bed?” Eren suggests. “I’ll get these in the dryer for you.
He never asks any questions, he just takes control and Levi pads quietly up the stairs, holding the borrowed shirt to his nose. It’s clean and it smells like Eren.