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Ben paused his thorough stretching. Levi twisted to see him frowning at the dildos he’d laid out on the pillow, looking so baffled that Levi wanted to kiss him.

“The what?”

“Oh no,” Levi said, not bothering to add a drop of sincerity into his shit-eating tone. “I must have left that at home.”

Ben smacked his ass again. The motion made him clench around Ben’s fingers, and Levi moaned as he imagined doing that around Ben’s cock. He was going to be the best Ben ever had if it killed him, even with a fresh gunshot wound.

“What the fuck is a dragon dildo?”

“I’ll show you later,” Levi said. It was a throwaway comment, some dumb flirtation he shouldn’t have spared a second thought. But suddenly Levi was swarmed with questions. Would Ben still want him when they got home? Even if he did, would he want a relationship, or just sex? Did Levi want a relationship? If they both wanted… an arrangement, whatever it turned out to be, Levi was constantly traveling for work. Would that fuck everything up? Why did the idea of settling down in LA sound like such a relief? He’d been excited to stay in LA and hang out with Austin between jobs, but could he live there for real?

Ben pushed a dildo inside him, and all of Levi’s concerns dissolved. He didn’t have to check: Ben had picked the biggest dildo, the one with the giant bulge in the middle. Ben used it just like Levi did, focusing on popping that bulging middle in and out of him, letting Levi feel the stretch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Levi chanted mindlessly, mouth smeared against the mattress. He gripped the sheets, thinking victoriously of every time he’d done this to himself in this very bed, thinking of Ben. “You said I was going to ride you.”

“You’re impatient,” Ben said. “Are you not enjoying this?”

He punctuated this by shoving the entire dildo inside Levi, who yelled in delight. His knees gave way, and he fell into Ben’s lap. He immediately started grinding into Ben’s boxer-covered erection, whimpering at the friction on his neglected cock. Then Ben hauled him up, planting his quaking knees back on the mattress.

“Stay,” Ben told him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Levi stuttered a laugh and locked his knees. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”

Ben went back to teasing Levi’s rim with the bulging dildo. He used his other hand to stroke Levi’s stinging ass cheeks, turning the pain into a delicious heat that melted Levi’s brain. This was what he needed. To be so overwhelmed that he couldn’t think about anything else. Ben had promised to give it to him, and here it was. Levi just hoped he could do the same for Ben. Gruff, heroic Ben, who hadn’t thought twice before shoving himself in front of the bullet meant for Levi.

As soon as the thought entered his head, Ben squeezed Levi’s sore ass cheek and brought him back into the moment. There was no danger here, just Ben and his unstoppable pleasure.

“I’m surprised you’re not more smug,” Ben said as he worked the dildo deeper, turning his strokes long and slow. “You were so confident you’d tempt me into your bed. Where’s all that cockiness now?”

“Don’t need it,” Levi slurred into the spit-soaked mattress, where his drool had been pooling. “Got you right where I want you.”

“Oh yeah?” Ben grabbed his hair and yanked. Levi went eagerly, forcing his clumsy limbs to cooperate as Ben maneuvered him until Levi was straddling him. Ben’s clothed cock grazed Levi’s yet again, but he didn’t dare grind down this time. Not with Ben watching him like he was the center of the world, holding Levi’s hair so hard that his scalp throbbed with his heartbeat.

“I have never,” Ben said slowly, “met a bigger brat. You want to be put in your place so badly.”

“And you’re so good at it,” Levi said. He tried to smile, only for Ben to tighten his grip on his hair, making him gasp. Ben took the dildo out and threw it on the pillow beside him, gleaming with lube next to the other two dildos that hadn’t been picked. Levi squirmed at the loss, his hole twitching around nothing.

“You want more,” Ben continued. “You want me to break you. Is that it? You want me to fuck the brat out of you until you can’t talk back?”

Holy shit, Levi thought. Ben wasn’t the first guy to say that to him. But he was the first guy who didn’t make Levi want to laugh at him for it. Most guys didn’t have the actions to back it up. Not like Ben.

Levi’s slack expression made Ben grin. He dropped Levi’s hair and wrapped his hand around Levi’s neck, pressing just hard enough for Levi to feel the pressure on his windpipe.

“Maybe I should choke it out of you,” Ben said, low and commanding. “Would you like that?”

Oh, thank fuck, all of Levi’s teasing about breathplay was finally paying off. He nodded frantically, only for Ben’s grip to tighten enough to make him stop. Levi groaned, the sound strangled, even though Ben was still hardly pressing on his windpipe. Most of the pressure was on the sides of his neck, but there was just enough on his windpipe to suggest cutting off his air.

Ben kissed him savagely, then pulled back to bite a bruise into Levi’s lower lip. “Get on my cock.”

Levi fumbled at his boxers and pulled Ben’s cock free. He didn’t ask for more lube, definitely didn’t bother asking for a condom, which he tried to do after he got tired of texting his flings to tell them to get checked out. He settled Ben’s cock against his entrance and sank down, struggling to keep his eyes open so he could watch Ben’s face change. Which it did, gloriously. Ben was never so expressive outside the bedroom. Levi couldn’t get enough. He started bouncing on Ben’s cock and was rewarded with Ben groaning, rubbing his thumb over Levi’s Adam’s apple.

“Look at you,” Ben said, digging his nails into the sides of Levi’s throat. “You only shut up when you have a cock in you. No wonder you get fucked so much.”

“Y-you love it,” Levi managed, but his sly tone was gone. Something desperate took its place, raw and embarrassing. But he couldn’t stop the words spilling out of him as he rode Ben, that incredible cock filling him even better than the dildo. “You love arguing with me. It gets you hot.”

Ben grinned for the second time that night. Then Levi squeezed around him, and Ben’s grin faded as he moaned. His nails were making stinging grooves in Levi’s neck, which only spurred Levi faster.

“Not as much as you love it when I put you in your place,” Ben panted. “Tell me how much you love it.”