“What are we doing?” Shiloh asked when Levi broke the kiss to reach for the zipper of Shiloh’s borrowed jeans.
“I’m making out with my boyfriend,” Levi said, pulling Shiloh’s throbbing wrist to his lips and kissing it. “Is that okay?”
“It’s all okay. Whatever you want is always okay.”
Shiloh let Levi strip them both naked then push him back on the bed, crawling over him.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Levi said against his lips. “I can’t fucking get enough of you. I just want to crawl inside you and live there. You’re so pretty. You’re…fucking everything to me.”
Shiloh gasped, tears springing to his eyes. “You can’t say stuff like that,” he said, voice thick with emotion.
Levi was hard against his hip and he rocked against him as he licked his way into his mouth, his kiss almost frantic. Shiloh clung to his shoulders, letting him take what he wanted. This wasn’t about sex, not really. Even Shiloh could see that. Maybe it was about distraction or comfort. It didn’t matter. He’d give him anything.
Levi mouthed at his jaw, his ear, his collarbones, before moving back up to breathe in his ear, “I need to be inside you. Can I?”
“Yeah,” Shiloh breathed. “I-I mean, yes.”
Levi grabbed the lube. Shiloh noted with a blush that it was a new bottle. When had he gotten that? Before he could wonder for too long, Levi was kissing him once more, half lying on him. Shiloh bent the leg not beneath Levi, then dropped it out, giving him access. Levi sucked his bottom lip, nibbling gently as one thick finger probed at his entrance.
Shiloh couldn’t stop the pained whimper that escaped. Levi peppered his face with kisses, like an apology for the way he was working him open, like he knew he was being too much, that he was being too rough. But Shiloh liked it. He liked knowing that when he needed comfort, Shiloh’s body was where he found it.
He forced himself to relax as Levi stretched him on two fingers, then three, before slicking up his cock and sliding home in one deep stroke. Both of them moaned, Shiloh’s legs wrapping around his waist as Levi started to move. Unlike their last few times, there was no hesitation, no asking if Shiloh was ready. He just fucked him, his pace quickening with each roll of his hips until Shiloh had no choice but to sink his teeth into Levi’s shoulder or humiliate himself by being loud enough for Nico and his brother to hear. It was bad enough the mattress thudded against the wall, the springs squeaking with each hard thrust. When Shiloh bit down, Levi snarled, sitting back and gripping his hips, dragging him down and catching Shiloh’s knees over his elbows, practically bending him in half just to connect their lips once more.
Shiloh almost screamed at the heat that sliced through him as this new angle had Levi pummeling his prostate almost dead on. He wanted to be quiet but there was just no way. Luckily, Levi seemed content to swallow each of his desperate cries as he fucked him into the mattress.
Shiloh wanted to warn him that he was going to come but there was just no time; it hit him too quickly. He shouted into Levi’s mouth as he came between them untouched. Levi pulledback just enough to look between them, giving another throaty groan before burying his face in Shiloh’s neck and increasing his pace.
Shiloh dug his nails into his shoulders, biting down on his bottom lip until he tasted blood. What had been the most intense pleasure of his life two minutes ago was now torture as Levi fucked him, still driving into that bundle of nerves, now oversensitive to the point of pain.
Still, he endured. He could tell Levi was close by the way his movements grew sloppy, his breaths panting against his neck. It only took two more thrusts before he was practically growling against his throat, grinding his hips against him like he needed to be as deep as possible. Shiloh could feel him pulsing as he came, his whole body shivering with pleasure.
Levi released his legs and Shiloh let them fall to the mattress, petting his hand over Levi’s sweaty hair. They both could probably use a shower, but Shiloh didn’t say anything. Especially not when he felt the wetness on his neck and heard a tiny sniffle. Shiloh just held him, feeling him soften within him before slipping free.
He winced as he felt Levi’s cum leaking from him.
He wasn’t sure how long they laid like that, but he stayed silent until Levi kissed his neck, the underside of his jaw and then just below his ear.
“You okay?” Shiloh asked.
Levi gripped him tight enough to force a groan out of him, then flipped them so Shiloh was starfished on top of him. He wiggled down so he could put his ear directly over Levi’s heartbeat. It was thudding hard against his ribs. Shiloh’s was, too.
“I’m fine,” Levi finally said, voice raw.
“Are you sure?” Shiloh asked hesitantly.
There was a pause before Levi said, “No. I’m not. But I am just too tired to talk about her…again. I just want to touch you. Hold you like this ‘til I have to leave. Okay?”
“Sure, baby,” Shiloh said.
His eyes fell closed as Levi’s hands began to move, ghosting his fingers over Shiloh’s back in a barely-there touch that made him shiver, digging his nails in on the way back up, repeating the pattern on his arms, before scratching at his scalp with blunt nails, only to then start the process all over again.
Maybe Shiloh was touch-starved, maybe Levi’s hands were just magic, but whatever it was, he was drawing little whines and whimpers from him, broken moans and low cries. It was heaven. Shiloh was in heaven. “I love you, too.”
Levi’s hands froze. “What?” For a second, Shiloh panicked. Had Levi forgotten he’d said it first? But then his hands started to move once more. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” Shiloh said, firmer.
“Again,” Levi said, breathless.
