Page 132 of The Price of Ice

Levy’s eyes were still on him when he opened his own. “I want you on the bed, spread out for me. No clothes,” he said, soft and sure.

His boyfriend actually knocked the phone off wherever he’d placed it and had to scramble to pick it up again. The next few seconds were a blur as he rushed to get to his bedroom.

“You turned off the fire?” Kallen checked when his face came back on, flushed in the low lamp of his bedside table lamp. Levy nodded. “And you are not... like, starving or something?”

Levy laughed. “I’m pretty desperate, but not for food,” he said, eyebrows wiggling.

Kallen nodded and Levy was off. He didn’t make an effort to strip sexily, just pulling the shirt over his head at speed and going off camera to get his trousers off.

“Good,” he praised when Levy came back fully on frame. His skin gleamed and Kallen gulped. “Now slow down.” Levy stopped, phone in his hand, lip caught between his lips. “Is there any food you need to put away?”

His eyes flew to the right towards the kitchen, and Kallen saw him waver. “Do it,” he told him. “Put the phone back on the stand. Now put everything where it should go. I’ll wait for you.”

Levy’s groan was low and frustrated, but he turned around and walked away. Kallen let his eyes closed and gave his cock a squeeze, shuddering hard.

He must have lost track of time because the next thing he knew, his boyfriend was swearing, watching him raptly through the screen. “Not fair.”

Kallen let go of himself, exhaling slowly. “Did you do it?”

The alpha nodded, licking his lips.

“Well done,” Kallen told him, smiling his approval. “I like it when you do what I say.”

It was true, he realised. Levy wasn’t a pushover, but he was more accommodating than anyone Kallen had ever met. But this was different. It wasn’t Levy paying attention to his needs to fulfil them, but trusting Kallen to take what he wanted without asking any questions.

“Do you like it?” he asked, dropping his eyes meaningfully. “Show me.”

And the sight of the alpha’s cock, chubbed up nearly all the way to fullness wasn’t a surprise, but it felt like a prize. “Up,” he said, and smiled when he found Levy’s eyes shadowed with lust.

In his place, Kallen would have been glaring, but the alpha wasn’t even doing anything to speed him along. Almost like he was already spread out on the bed, keeping himself still for Kallen’s hands. Directing him to actually get there felt a bit like playing video games while intoxicated. Levy could of course walk on his own, but Kallen couldn’t help but feel that he was somewhat out of it himself. Only the moment he saw the bed, he dropped the phone again in his haste to get on it. Instead of demanding he fix it, Kallen allowed his left hand to rest on the swell of his cock, giving himself a long pull and pressing his lips together not to make a noise.

The image on the screen cleared and he saw Levy had even turned on the bedside lamp on the other side of the bed for the show. “Move the phone further away,” Kallen told him. Letting go of himself wasn’t even that difficult; in the oasis, arousal was one more sensation, pleasurable but not urgent. “I want to see all of you, laid out for me.”

Levy’s breath hitched loudly enough to be caught by the microphone and he leaned over to do as he’d been asked, a hardened nipple coming close enough to make Kallen’s mouthwater. Fuck, he was beautiful. It was difficult not to get distracted as he laid back down on the bed, all muscles and golden skin begging to be licked, touched, adored. Cock standing proud, now fully hard. And just looking at Kallen, lips parted like he was out of breath but not asking for a single thing, absolutely willing to wait for whatever Kallen wanted to give him. To ask.

“Put your hand on your belly.” Levy complied, eyes dropping to follow his own hand as if it wasn’t him directing it. He put it a little lower than Kallen intended, about a hands-width away from his cock. “Now follow the trailup.” There was a little twitch of reluctance before he did it, fingers travelling through the dark hair over his belly. “Slower. Pull on it a little.”

Levy did it, grimacing a little. “Tickles.”

“You said you’d stay still,” Kallen pointed out. “Let me touch you any way I want.”

A little huff, then his throat working. His hand kept going. “Stop now,” he ordered once it’d reached the centre of Levy’s chest. “Put it down, over your heart.” Levy’s whole arm relaxed, hand slight off centre. “Is it going fast?” Levy was already nodding, eyes tracking him across the camera even though all Kallen was doing was sitting. “Good, I want you to be excited now, but when I’m done with you? You are going to be too relaxed to keep your eyes open.”

Directing Levy to circle his own pecs was a singular pleasure. Kallen had touched him there in passing, but he hadn’t had time to explore. Or the patience. Not when he’d known time was running out.

His nipples were visibly hard, dark and big enough to fill Kallen’s mouth if he sucked on them. From the way he kept swallowing every time he circled closer and forgetting to move one of his hands, they also had to be sensitised enough that the indirect stimulation was doing its job. Kallen wasn’t sure he’dhave this kind of patience in person, but right then, his voice sounded even when he demanded, “Are you leaking for me yet?”

Levy whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head to the side. Kallen knew he was hard. Not directly, but in the way his boyfriend’s knees, slightly parted, kept tensing as his hips hitched when his fingers got somewhere particularly sensitive.

Levy inhaled raggedly, nodding.

“And you will wait, won’t you?” Kallen asked him. “Until I’m wet and ready to sit on your cock?”

Levy jerked at that, hissing and yanking his left hand away from his chest, and returned only to press at a particular spot.

“Careful now,” Kallen told him. “Show me.”

Levy’s eyes fluttered open. “It’s fine.”

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