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Ben went back to rubbing his ass. It was surprisingly gentle. He didn’t touch Levi’s hole again, even though Levi tried to arch up again.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” Ben said, but there was such clear affection under the frustration that Levi flushed. He treasured every hint that Ben actually liked him. Every smile he tried to hide and joke he tossed his way. He was letting his walls down, bit by bit. The idea that Ben was more forthcoming during sex made him fucking giddy.

“I am,” Levi panted. “Put me in my place.”

Ben muttered something, but Levi didn’t hear it over the sound of Ben’s palm slapping into his ass. Levi swore, hanging his head. His cock was so hard where it was trapped against Ben’s jeans.

“Five,” Levi said. “Can I suck your cock?”

“Fuck, you’re greedy.” Ben squeezed his ass again, then his thighs. Levi was elated. Ben barely touched him except when he was showing him how to handle an ax, and now he was touching Levi like he couldn’t get enough. Thank god. Levi had been losing hope that Ben wanted him back. Whatever happened after Ben let him pull his pants back up, this was proof that Ben lusted for him just as much as he did for Ben.

“Please?” Levi asked, letting desperation seep into his voice. He usually put on a practiced sultry voice for this, but he was too out of it to bother. He got the feeling Ben liked him more like this anyway.

“I’m good at it,” Levi continued, trying and failing to rub against Ben’s jeans as Ben held him still by the hips. “And I really like it. I can take it all, I promise.”

Ben swore again. Then he grabbed Levi’s hair and pulled him to his feet. “Strip.”

Again, usually Levi would put on a show. But Levi was too horny for that. He pulled off his clothes as fast as he could. He couldn’t stop smiling, which Ben seemed amused by. He also couldn’t stop fumbling at his clothes, leading to him almost tripping over his pants. He recovered fast and kicked them away, standing naked and expectant in the ever-constant firelight. He didn’t even pose at first.

Ben stared up at him like he wanted to eat him. But there was a flicker of something else, there and gone, which was so warm Levi’s heart skipped a beat. Then he suddenly felt self-conscious for stripping without putting effort into doing it sexily and started to lean into a seductive pose he always used when he was naked and waiting.

Ben interrupted him before he could get into position. “Kneel.”

Levi dropped to his knees and shuffled closer. Ben spread his legs and gave the slightest wince. Levi’s bubble of lust was pricked, and reality started to leak in. “Is your knee–?”

Ben cut him off. “Seriously? Now?”

“I don’t want you to ruin the moment,” Levi said. “Daddy.”

“You never stop, huh?” Ben ran his hands through Levi’s hair, and Levi had to stop himself from leaning into the touch. At least Ben didn’t look pained anymore. Endorphins were a hell of a painkiller. Why hadn’t Levi thought of that before?

Levi propped his chin on Ben’s good knee. “I know one way to shut me up.”

Ben laughed. It was soft and joyful and sent electricity all the way through Levi’s bones. Ben laughed so rarely. And when he did, it was usually scornful. Levi had never heard him laugh like this, and he was instantly drunk on it.

“You’re going to be insufferable,” Ben said, stroking Levi’s chin with his thumb. “You’re going to make me insufferable, you little shit.”

Levi had never been so delighted to be called that. He took Ben’s thumb into his mouth and sucked. Ben pushed his thumb deeper, sweeping over the pad of Levi’s tongue before pulling it out and reaching for his jeans.

Levi’s mouth watered as Ben took his cock out. His cock was long and fat and cut, and it looked beautiful in Ben’s thick, calloused hand. Levi knew it would look even better in his mouth. He opened his mouth, wanting to see how much Ben wanted inside him. Sure enough, Ben watched him hungrily before sliding his cock into Levi’s waiting mouth.

Levi moaned. He smelled like sweat and musk and, for some reason, butter. He must have been making mashed potatoes again.

Ben pushed deeper, and Levi sucked greedily. He hadn’t sucked cock in weeks. He loved how thoroughly Ben filled his mouth, how Ben let him adjust before thrusting deeper. Ben’s grip returned to his hair, holding him still again. Levi found he loved that too. He felt so safe in Ben’s hands. He thought about telling Ben this so he could make a bodyguard joke, but it felt too vulnerable.

Ben nudged the back of Levi’s throat, and Levi relaxed his gag reflex. On the next stroke, Ben slid into Levi’s throat, and they both groaned.

Levi let his mouth go slack. There really was nothing like being used. It made his mind go blank even more than doing what he was told. Obviously, he liked a mix of both, but he especially liked this—doing what he was told, then letting himself be used. It was the perfect combination, and it left Levi starry-eyed and dumb every time. Well, most times. In Ben’s hands, he was sure he would be reduced to a hazy mess. Just how he liked it.

Ben groaned again, louder this time. It lit Levi’s brain on fire. Ben was so unresponsive most of the time; getting these reactions felt like he’d earned something sacred.

“Shit, look at you,” Ben said as he fucked Levi’s throat. “You take it so well. So fucking sexy. They should put this on your fucking billboards.”

If Levi’s throat weren’t full, Levi would have laughed. Ben was swelling even bigger, making drool slide down Levi’s chin. Ben’s hand tightened in his hair. Electricity shot down Levi’s spine. A tear ran down his cheek, and then another. He usually worried about looking too teary during blowjobs, but he couldn’t think about that right now. He couldn’t think about anything but Ben’s glorious cock thickening in his throat, his words trailing off into stunned grunts, his thrusts getting shorter and sharper.

Levi whined. His jaw was aching from the stretch, and his throat was going to hurt. He didn’t care. He wanted to hear what Ben sounded like when he came.

Ben shoved into the hilt and stilled, shaking as he came down Levi’s throat. Levi swallowed and swallowed, the messy noises audible over the crackling fireplace. Come spilled over Levi’s mouth and joined the spit rolling down his chin. It went on and on, until Levi saw spots from lack of oxygen. Then all too soon, it was over. Ben pulled Levi off his cock, and Levi gasped and choked and ran his tongue over his lips, trying to catch the rest.