They broke apart so they could drag each other’s shirts off. Shiloh was suddenly grateful they’d kicked their shoes off by the front door. One less barrier between them.
Shiloh pushed Levi onto the bed, then crawled over him, hands planted on either side of his head as he stared down at him.
He lifted a hand to play with one of Shiloh’s curls. “What do you want?” he asked softly.
The raw desire in Levi’s eyes emboldened him. “I want you in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me.”
Levi’s eyes went wide, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah?”
“I-Is that okay?” Shiloh asked, his confidence wavering almost immediately.
Levi snorted. “Is it okay for you to blow me and then let me fuck you? Yeah, Dimples. I think I can get on board with those plans.”
Shiloh’s insides felt gooey, like warm honey. Levi wanted him. He wanted him so much. It made him feel braver. Until he found himself sitting between Levi’s muscular thighs, hands on the button of his jeans.
“You okay?” Levi finally asked.
Shiloh nodded, getting his jeans open and hooking his fingers in the waistband to tug them down. Levi lifted his ass, letting Shiloh drag his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. He trapped his tongue between his teeth as he stared down at Levi’s perfect cock. He was big, thick, flushed, and leaking. Shiloh’s mouth watered. What would it feel like in his mouth? In his throat? Could he take it?
“You don’t have to commit it to memory, baby. It’s yours to play with whenever you want,” Levi teased.
Shiloh’s heart tripped in his chest. That shouldn’t have felt romantic, but it did. “It’s not that…”
Levi frowned, little lines forming between his brows. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve never actually… I’ve never given a blowjob before. You’re kind of big.”
Shiloh rolled his eyes as Levi’s expression grew smug. “Yeah?” He reached down and gave himself a few tugs. “Youdon’t have to blow me. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Shiloh made a sad sound. “I know, but I do want to. I just might…need your help.”
Levi reached up and cupped Shiloh’s face. “I’m at your service. Whatever you need.”
Shiloh thought for a moment, then moved off him, Levi’s gaze following as Shiloh slid to the floor. “Can we do it like this? With you sitting on the edge?”
Levi swung his legs over the side so fast Shiloh almost laughed. “Like this?”
Shiloh nodded. “And, uh, could you take these”—he tugged half-heartedly at his jeans—“all the way off?”
Levi stood, heated gaze locked on Shiloh like he wanted to eat him alive. Shiloh helped him drag the rest of his clothes off, leaving him totally naked before him. Fuck, was there anyone more beautiful?
When Levi was sitting in front of him once more, smooth legs bracketing his body, Shiloh rubbed his hands over Levi’s thighs, fingers flexing into the muscle there.
“Can you—” Shiloh took a deep breath. “Can you tell me what to do?”
Levi bit back a groan, eyes almost black as he studied him. “You want me to tell you how to blow me?”
“Sorry,” Shiloh said, shrinking in on himself. “That was stupid?—”
“Stop. It’s not stupid. It’s fucking hot. I just want to be clear. I don’t want you to feel you have to do something just because we start. I’ll tell you what to do if you promise me you’ll tap out if you’re uncomfortable.”
Shiloh swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, chest tight. Why was he such a good person? “I promise.”
“Okay,” Levi said, giving a definitive nod. “Give me your hand.”
Shiloh did as he asked, watching as Levi wrapped it around the base of his cock. Shiloh squeezed, earning a moan and another heated look from Levi.
“Don’t take too much at first. Just put your lips on the tip.”
