Levi stopped short. “You know, we’ve only had sex twice. You could try to romance me a little.”
“If me putting my mouth on your dick isn’t romantic enough for you, we can skip that part and I’ll go write you a sonnet real quick?” Shiloh quipped.
Levi barked out a laugh. “Who are you and what have you done with my sweet little crybaby?”
“Blowjob or poem. You pick. But if you choose a poem, I’m going to jerk off right here when I’m done.”
“That is not the threat you think it is. Honestly, I would be down with the blowjob and watching you get yourself off. If the offer’s on the table?”
“We can talk about it when you are wearing less clothes.”
“Yes, sir,” Levi said with a smirk, hand going to his button.
“That’s more like it.”
“Are you sure about this?” Levi asked, giving Shiloh a chaste kiss on his cheek, then his ear.
“Yeah, it’s on the sexual bucket list,” Shiloh said, propping himself up on one arm to look at Levi over his shoulder.
The sexual bucket list. A thing that had been theoretical yesterday was now a real list Shiloh had created in Levi’s memo app and it was getting longer by the minute. Shiloh had been so excited to scratch deep-throating off the list, along with the ‘showering together’ that followed said deep-throating incident. But this next task had Levi a little nervous. Not for his sake, but for Shiloh’s. He just didn’t know how to explain it to him.
“It’s just that you’re still kind of new to all this and this feels like going straight from novice to expert mode?”
Shiloh rolled his eyes. “I’m starting to think you don’t want to do this.”
“No, I do. I totally do,” Levi said, glancing nervously at the phone propped on the desk. The phone currently recording their impromptu sex tape. “I just don’t want you to feel like…”
Shiloh frowned. “Like what?”
Levi shrugged. “Like it’s not romantic or something.”
Shiloh’s flat stare was so adorable, Levi had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. “You can’t be serious.”
Levi laid on top of Shiloh, flattening him onto the bed, kissing his shoulder, his neck, his cheek. “I’m so serious. Your first time sucked. Your second time, too. I don’t want you to think that I’m not serious about you…about us…because the sex got too crazy too fast.”
Shiloh giggled, letting Levi thread their fingers together. “Was the blowjob I just gave you romantic?”
Levi shivered at the memory of Shiloh on his knees, eyes teary and nose runny, drool on his chin as he let Levi use his mouth, the sloppy sounds of his slurping and the way he would moan around Levi’s cock every time he went deep enough to make Shiloh gag or cough.
“I mean, I wouldn’t call it, like, making?—”
Shiloh cut him off. “If you finish that sentence, I’m going to throw up all over your bed and we’re definitely not having sex.”
“Who knew you were so sassy under all that angst?” Levi teased, biting the shell of Shiloh’s ear.
“Who knew you were such a marshmallow under all those piercings and tattoos.”
“I can’t help that I want to take care of you,” Levi said, tone pouty.
Levi watched Shiloh smile, even though only half his face was visible. “Are you saying you’ll think less of me if I sometimes just want you to spank me and call me a dirty whore during sex?” Levi sucked in a breath, his cock getting hard so fast there was no way Shiloh couldn’t feel it pressing against his naked ass. He giggled again. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“You’re killing me,” Levi groaned. “I will never think less of you. Ever. I just don’t want you thinking I will and then regret this later.”
“You’re so sweet, really—far more than someone like me deserves—but it’s just a sex tape on your phone, baby. It’s not going on Pornhub.”
Levi gasped, dropping his hands to Shiloh’s waist and digging his fingers in until he shrieked. “What do you know about Pornhub, huh?”
“I haven’t had sex in, like, eight years. I probably have the ‘hot twink getting pounded by insert stereotype here’ category memorized by now,” Shiloh admitted.
