Time For Two [Male!Reader|Levi]
(Name) would have called himself a sick man. Not in the sense of needing to see a doctor, but in the sense that he couldn’t help his eyes as they followed slim yet muscled thighs, the delicious curve of the small of his back, the almost-too-delicate wrists and slender fingers that operated the 3DMG with magnificent ease. He’d say he just had good taste—that he knew what he liked and he most definitely liked the short bundle of fireworks and unpredictable TNT he lovingly called “Corporal.”
“Get your head out of your ass, (L Name), and get to work.” (Name) blinked, looking down in surprise as smoldering grey eyes burned a hole through his own pair of (e/c) orbs. (Name) blinked once. Twice. Thrice. A groan from Levi.
“Get your goddamn horse back into the stables, shit head,” Levi finally ground out, giving the man a solid, but not overly hostile, shove in the right direction. The Corporal groaned mentally as a mischievous grin a