“A strong breeze would have taken me away,” he said with a laugh as he shucked his pants off with far more vigor and intent than he’d done with mine, leaving him in those short little briefs that had taken me by surprise earlier. Honestly, he needed to start wearing underwear like that more often. They hugged him nicely, and I had seen how well they had cupped his ass, showing it off as it deserved.
“You were still gorgeous,” I told him with a shrug, wincing when it pulled my wound. “You could make it all the way to ninety, a rickety old man with wrinkles, saggy skin, and cataracts so bad your eyes stop being that weird blueish purple and turn white, and I’d still think you’re gorgeous.”
He laughed as he hooked his thumbs into the underwear. “Weird? My eyes are weird?”
“Of course, that’s the one thing you pulled from what I said,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “You don’t see a color like that very often. It’s not like...reallypurple, but it’s a kind of blue that looks purple.”
“I’m aware,” he said with a smirk and shoved the underwear down, bringing his entire body into view and making my heart lurch. I understood why people liked to worship a person’s body. Staring up at him made me want to do the same, though trying to get on my knees right now would probably mean collapsing on the floor and being helped up again. But I could still stare at him, seeing the way the lines of his body drew the eye, the way his flat stomach tensed just enough that you could see the muscles.
“God, come here,” I said, reaching for him and feeling my first real flash of hatred for the condition I was in, now I was no longer bleeding out. It was going to be difficult not being able to maul him whenever we were alone.
Never one to take an order well, Levi knelt on each side of me again, lowering into my lap. He made sure my dick slid between his ass cheeks as his flopped against my stomach, and I grinned. He had been right; I had always been a little weird about doing things that were ‘gayer’ than others. Most involved me doing anything that required another man’s dick in or on my body. I wasn’t that kid anymore, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my hand around his shaft, loving the feel of its hardness, and the way his pupils swelled ever so slightly at my touch.
Warm skin brushed and pushed against warm skin as he leaned forward to kiss me. Levi braced himself on the back of the couch and used the leverage to grind his ass down against my dick, and slowly fuck himself in my grip. I could feel him leaking as he moaned softly, and heard the scratch of his nails against the fabric of the couch. His breath was warm against my face when he pulled back, sitting on my lap so he could grab the bottle from the table. His thighs gripped mine, and I smiled, loving that feeling as much as I loved everything else he was doing.
Yeah, I was absolutely smitten, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I was willing to lean into it completely.
“Gimme,” I said, taking the bottle and lubing up two of my fingers.
“Bossy,” he said, mimicking the same thing I liked to say whenever he got so riled up he started that oddly erotic mixture of demanding and pleading.
“I know,” I said as I brought the lubed fingers up under him and pushed them inside.
His hands came down on my shoulders and gripped as my fingers slid into the tight warmth of his ass, his cock giving a little jerk that might have been from the sharp movement or because he was just that turned on. Whatever the case, I took hold of it with my other hand, knowing he was balanced just fine, and began working both hands together. As much as I loved those moments when he was kneeling before me or lying down so he could lavish my dick with his extremely attentive and skilled mouth, it was tied with moments like this. Moments where he was entirely in my hands, literally in this case, and I could watch the war between giving in to pleasure and his instinct to keep control...and the way he inevitably gave in.
When I added a third finger, I watched a shiver go up his spine before he began to move. Surprised, I did and said nothing as he rocked back and forth, fucking himself on my fingers, and pushing his dick through my grip. I didn’t think I’d ever had someone fuck themselves on my fingers before, but there was no way in hell I was going to argue. Not just because it was a new experience but because it was always a thrill to watch Levi take over. It meant he really was giving up the fight against his pleasure and letting his grip on his self-control fade so he could enjoy what I was offering him.
“Dom,” he breathed. “We’re going to need more lube.”
I wasn’t going to argue, not when my dick was so hard it hurt, and I pulled my fingers out to hastily lube my dick up. It wasn’t like we hadn’t made a mess of the couch before, so I didn’t careif the lube got everywhere as I prepared myself. With that done, I closed the bottle and tossed it off the side, keeping it close just in case we needed it.
“Here,” I said, gripping the base of my dick as I held it in place for him, knowing what he had in mind.
Shooting me a smirk, he hovered until he found the head of my dick and eased himself down until the pressure of his hole against the head was so strong I wondered if we’d loosened him up enough. The thought had no more run through my head before I felt the tight ring of muscle give way to the intruder and wrap around the head of my dick with a satisfying squeeze. Levi froze. Every time, I wondered if it hurt that badly or if he was just trying to keep control. Considering he hadn’t yet cashed in the offer to be the top, I didn’t know what it felt like to have something inside me. Not that I hadn’t considered figuring it out for myself, but I had always held back. Maybe because I was still nervous about the whole idea, or maybe because I was so inexperienced that it seemed right that I experienced it with Levi one day, or not at all.
“I wonder if I’m ever going to get used to how big you are,” he said with a chuckle as his body began to swallow more of my dick, surrounding it with the tight warmth that always threatened to make me feral.
It was interesting to see the difference between him putting me inside him and me doing it. Even when I was in a rush, I had more patience and took more care. Levi, though, didn’t take the same pauses I did or wait as long. He was impatient to get all of me inside him as he didn’t just ease himself down but started pushing as well, letting gravity make sure I filled him up. The time it took him to get completely inside him wasn’t even half of when I was in control.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and I realized his fingers had been digging into my shoulders and I hadn’t noticed.
“Take your time,” I told him, trying to be gentle so he didn’t think I was getting on at him for enjoying himself.
“Shut it,” he said.
“Brat,” I shot back, and as an added point, flexed so my dick moved.
“Damn you,” he seethed and flexed back, tightening his already tight grip around me.
“Do that too much, and this is going to end a lot sooner than you’d like,” I warned him as pleasure shot through me, and I realized how close to the edge I already was. “I mean it.”
“Then behave,” he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
Rising up, he began to fuck himself on my dick. It was slow and careful, but he was definitely making sure to move me inside him from head to shaft. He wouldn’t be able to keep that motion up in the long run because even I knew that would exhaust him. At the same time, I sat there and savored the feel of his tightness sliding down along my shaft as the heat followed.
“I love you,” he said, jerking me from my haze of pleasure. His body never stopped, and in fact, he began to pick up the pace, but his eyes were locked onto mine. “I know I do. I just?—”
“I know,” I said, because I did. It was dangerous for him to realize, because it made it even harder to push me away again. It was one thing to do it when he was a seventeen-year-old kid, mourning his mother and craving revenge. He had already tried to keep me out, and that attempt had fallen apart the moment he’d let me sneak back into his life. Now love had entered the picture for both of us, and it was a love that was different from when we were younger. As I said, we were stuck with each other, whether we wanted to be or not.
