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“I love it,” Levi said instantly. “Fuck, I love it so much.”

Ben closed his hand tighter. His palm pressed hard into Levi’s windpipe, making it harder to gasp for air as he rode him.

“Again,” Ben commanded.

Levi sucked in a tight breath. “I love it.”

The pressure on his windpipe got even heavier. Sparks danced before Levi’s eyes, and his rhythm faltered as he fought not to come.

Ben pulled him closer and bit his cheek. “Again.”

“I—” Levi stopped, choking. Ben’s grip loosened, and the rush of air was the best high Levi had ever felt. He sucked in a lungful of air, the sparks fading from the corners of his eyes.

“I love it, I love this,” Levi babbled. “Oh, fuck, I need to come.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” Levi said. Something deep clicked into place inside him at the word. This was what he needed. So few men could truly get him here. He was usually playing along, faking submission. But not with Ben. He was completely giving himself over, no acting, no hesitation. He was utterly under Ben’s control.

“Daddy,” Levi said, hardly aware of the words tumbling out of him as he desperately rode Ben’s cock, his own cock nudging Ben’s stomach every time he shifted up, making him shiver uncontrollably. “Daddy, please let me come. You said if I was good; is this not good?”

Ben wiped a bead of sweat from Levi’s temple. “You’re fucking perfect, baby. But you need to earn it. Make me come, and then you can come.”

Levi whined. He was fucking loving this, even more than he might’ve if Ben let him come, but he was genuinely unsure if he would last. He forced himself faster, clenching down around Ben’s cock as much as he could. His ass cheeks smarted every time he landed in Ben’s lap, and his hole ached from being stretched so fast. This only pushed Levi closer to the edge. His cock was leaving wet smears on Ben’s hairy belly. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his breathing so ragged he was nearly sobbing.

“Please, please, please,” he said, the words blurring together as Ben held his throat. “I want your come so bad, wanted it the whole time, would’ve let you bend me over that tree you cut down and rail me in the fucking snow, let you do anything to me, Daddy, please. You said you’d take care of me.”

Something changed in Ben’s face. He surged forward, crushing Levi in a kiss that Levi could hardly return with all his groaning. Then Ben stilled, his own mouth going rigid against Levi’s, a guttural moan tearing out of him as he came. Levi rode him through it, thighs shaking with the effort.

“That’s it,” Ben said hoarsely. “Clench down for me, just like that. Fucking milk me, baby. Fuck, Levi.”

Ben said his name with such reverence that Levi’s eyes pricked unexpectedly. He tried to turn away, but Ben was still holding his throat, forcing Levi to look at him.

“Hey,” Ben said softly. He licked a lone tear that had spilled down Levi’s cheek, then let go of Levi’s neck. Levi made a horrible noise at the loss, only for Ben to shush him and kiss him so sweetly that Levi forgot to miss the beautiful pressure on his windpipe.

Ben took Levi’s cock and stroked him hard. Levi curled against him, crying out with sensitivity.

“You did so good,” Ben said in his ear. “Come for Daddy.”

Levi started coming before the last word left Ben’s mouth. He knew he was clenching down around Ben; he could tell from Ben swearing. But he was hardly aware of anything except the bliss unfurling inside him, clearing out anything that wasn’t complete and utter peace. He slumped against Ben, sore and tired and more vulnerable than he had been in bed in a long, long time. Ben was saying something, but Levi didn’t hear it. He was already slipping into sleep, barely managing to mumble a thank you before he went under.

CHAPTER 13

Ben woke up to the dim glow of a lamp. His arm hurt like a bitch, and his knee radiated pain through his entire leg. Despite this, he felt oddly peaceful. He couldn’t figure out why until he turned his head and saw Levi sitting beside him, sliding a brush over his thumbnail.

The room was cool, meaning the fire had been out for some time. But not cool enough for Levi to put on some PJs. Levi had the sheets pulled over his naked lap. He was silent as he worked, his elbow propped on his knee as he painted his thumbnail dark purple. The rest of his nails were finished, not a speck escaping onto his skin. He was bending so low over his nails that Ben’s neck twinged in sympathy.

“Your posture is shit,” he said.

“But I have ages before the consequences of my actions catch up,” Levi replied after a moment. He capped his nail polish and rested his chin on his knee, looking down at Ben with a fondness that Ben didn’t know what to do with. Actually, if he was honest with himself, he had an inkling. But he would start to freak out if he put any real thought into it, so he’d better not.

Ben sat up, wincing as the movement jarred both his knee and his arm. He checked his bandages, glad he didn’t spot any leakage. Levi was doing better with his blood phobia, but he only graduated from fainting to puking in the sink. The bandage was crusted with dried sweat, but Ben could change it later. “How long was I out?”

Levi shrugged, his shapely shoulders gleaming in the dim lamp light. “Few hours, I think. I woke up a while ago. I guess the elderly need more sleep.”

“Fuck off,” Ben said amiably.

Levi winked and started blowing on his nails. Ben watched him, reluctantly charmed. He’d expected Levi to gloat about getting Ben in bed. But Levi wasn’t giving him the flashy model persona. If anything, his guard was lower than Ben had ever seen it. It made something soft awaken in Ben’s chest. He battled it back down and nodded at Levi’s purple nails. “That color’s nice.”