There’s something startlingly new about watching Levi being adored by my shadows, being worked over so intimately while I observe from a distance. Stroking myself as I watch his body tremble, a voyeur discovering a kink in the act itself, the raw, unguarded vulnerability of this moment. Each detail pulls me deeper into this unfamiliar thrill, and I’m overcome by how much I crave seeing him unravel beneath their touch.
They ease him down onto the worn potting bench, guiding him until his chest rests flush against the wood, cheek pressed to the surface, fingers white-knuckled. He vibrates softly beneath their caresses, each movement unhurried but unrelenting.
I watch as one shadow drags down his spine like a tongue made of ink. Another parts him slowly, tracing the seam between his cheeks, teasing him open with featherlight touches, and Levi gasps, hips twitching as he arches instinctively into the sensation. I stroke myself and watch him tremble. His back arches for a touch that isn’t a hand, his mouth opening with sounds that don’t belong to anyone but me. He looks over his shoulder and catches me watching; the sound he makes is pure surrender.
I step closer, breath catching at how open he is. “Mine tonight,” I murmur, dismissing the shadows. They peel back like obedient witnesses, making space for the only thing I trust to touch him now.
Me.
I fall to my knees behind him and lower my mouth to where he’s pulsing with need. He jolts at the first swipe of my tongue, slick and unrelenting, as I spread him wider and bury my face in his perfect ass. I devour him slowly, purposefully, letting my tongue tease the sensitive rim before dragging lower to lick at his balls. His skin is warm and tight against my mouth. He whimpers but I don’t stop. I suck one into my mouth, the other, just to hear the way he gasps.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, fingers clawing at the edge of the table.
“You love that, don’t you?” I murmur, tongue teasing lower.
He moans, almost a sob, and I slide one hand forward to wrap around his cock, pulling it back toward me.
“You love being opened up, touched everywhere. Letting me have you like this.”
I drag my lips over the head of his dick from underneath, tasting him while he cries out. My fingers tighten around him, stroking slowly as my tongue returns to his ass. Pressing in, tracing, worshipping…until he’s shaking and completely undone above me.
“You’re breathtaking like this,” I say softly, fingertips tracing his hole like I’m memorizing a beloved poem. “Letting yourself bloom under my touch.”
I hum into him, tongue circling his rim, teasing and coaxing him open with patient licks. And when I press the tip of my tongue just inside, he whimpers so sweetly I swear I’ll never get the sound out of my head.
“Mmm, you taste like you were made for me,” I whisper.
He glances at me, eyes dark and hazy. “Hayden—” His voice breaks on my name. “This feels…”
But I don’t let him finish. I drag my tongue up his hole one lasttime before rising, my cock already slick with pre-cum. I brace my palm to his back, slapping my cock against his hole.
Once, then twice.
Again, and again.
He gasps, the sound pure electricity, and he pushes back for it.
“You like that,” I taunt, as I slap it again, letting my heavy head echo against his twitching hole. “You want to feel thisinsideyou next?”
“Yes,fuck, please,” he pants, ass grinding against my shaft. “Please, baby. I want everything. I want you to make me cum. To use me. I don’t fucking care what you do, just don’t ever stop.”
I smirk, teasing his entrance with my dick, not pushing in…just letting him ache for me.
“Beg for it, pretty boy,” I whisper into his shoulder. “Tell me you want to be ruined.”
“Fuck,” he pants. “Wreck me,please.”
My fingers trail down his spine, following the path my shadows have already marked. Levi’s breath hitches and I feel it vibrate all the way through my palm.
“Is this everything you wanted tonight?” I murmur, dragging my mouth back up to his neck, teeth grazing his ear.
Levi lets out a choked, high sound. “This is perfect. Sofuckingperfect.”
Perfect. The word echoes inside me, resonating deeply. Millennia of encounters, pleasures both divine and mortal, and yet none of them have ever been perfect. None have made me feel so terrifyingly alive.
I smile against his skin before turning him to face me. I guide his chin up, fingers gentle but commanding, until our eyes lock.
“Show me,” I say, low and deliberate, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging just hard enough to make his lipspart and eyes blow wide. “Show me how fucking good I make you feel.”
