Page 47 of Lace

His cock sprang free and Levi moved his skirt again, keeping it out of the way of the sticky drops slicking the very tip of Caleb’s cock. Caleb drew a leg out of the underwear and gasped when Levi grabbed at his lifted ankle, pushing the foot up onto the bed.

“There you go.” Levi’s hand smoothed up his leg and back down his thigh. “Leave that there.” He continued, stroking between Caleb’s legs, tracing over his cock and balls and moving further, fingers playing gently over his hole.

He clenched. Every muscle in his body went stiff.

“Easy.” Again, Levi leaned in.

Caleb could feel his warm breath on his privates.

“Relax.” His breath became a focused, light blowing over his hole.

Caleb moaned, trying to concentrate on loosening his body and letting the tension flow out of his muscles and into Levi’s hands to disappear in a wave of sweet shivers.

Soft kisses, quick, slippery licks of his darting tongue, and the firm grasp of his hands soon had Caleb more than relaxed. He was shifting, cocking his hips, searching for just the right touch, just the right placement of mouth and tongue and hands. When Levi once again played near his entrance, dropping a bit of spit onto his hole, he didn’t tense up.

When Levi’s tongue followed, he groaned.

“Lev?”

“Yeah?” Levi moved his mouth off Caleb’s body, making Caleb shiver for real.

“Don’t stop,” he begged.

Levi grunted and leaned in again, licking firmly over Caleb’s entrance, pushing tongue and spit into his body.

“Oh Jesus,” he whispered as Levi worked him open, quickly following the spearing of his tongue with a gentle finger. He was really letting Levi take control. He whimpered, sounds he was making filling the spaces between Caleb’s uncertainty and his wish to give Levi everything he wanted.

“I don’t know how this goes.” Caleb struggled up onto his elbows to look at his lover.

“Because you’ve never stopped long enough to let me drive.”

“I should know what happens next…” Caleb studied Levi’s face, so soft now, open and waiting for something, only Caleb didn’t know what.

“You do know. You just have to get there.” One hand still hovered by Caleb’s entrance, finger massaging small circles over his pucker, while he reached under the pillow for lube with the other. “Have you never been on this end of things before?”

Caleb shook his head. “Couldn’t, could I? And give guys the idea I was soft? Easy prey…?”

“I don’t think that. I know you. Not soft at all. Just the right amount of hard and tender. I know what I’m doing, Cally. Trust me?”

“Yeah.” With a sigh, Caleb lay back down. “Yeah, I trust you. The lace and the garters and all that shit’s only for you. This”—he shifted, lifting his hips and titling them into Levi’s touch—“only for you.”

The first deep penetration of Levi’s finger was agonisingly slow and careful, and felt odd, but not painful. Levi was generous in his other attentions, as well, so when a second finger joined the first, the stretch was a weird and exciting mix of right and hurt and completely consuming. Caleb shook uncontrollably, but not from fear. The sheer thrill of knowing he was at last letting someone else take the lead—take anything, everything, him—had Caleb gripping the sheets, unable to think beyond the anticipation of Levi’s next touch.

The weight of Levi’s body changing position, climbing up to lay over him, stilled some of the tremors and made Caleb groan with happiness to feel that warmth again.

“How does that feel?” Levi asked, crooking his fingers inside Caleb and whispering a series of kisses over his cheek and neck

“Mm…” Caleb shook his head against the covers. “Don’t… can’t…” He just didn’t have the right words—any words—to explain.

“Ready for more?” Levi asked, not slowing along the path down which he was leading Caleb.

“Yeah,” Caleb managed, blinking his eyes open to find Levi’s face close, within kissing distance. “Please.”

“Anything for you.” Levi took his lips in a masterful kiss that was almost enough to distract him from the sensation below of too much, then Levi’s other hand was stroking over the rest of his body, working him into a writhing mess of need, unsure where to wiggle and unsure what to want beyond everything.

It came as a surprise to realise he was rolling his hips, shoving himself onto Levi’s fingers, trying to take the digits further, deeper, knowing there was more to what his lover was doing than he would ever get from just this. And then Levi was moving away from him, standing up and looking down on him—that soft, tender expression edged by something sharper, greedier—and Caleb’s blood heated and furled up into his face, setting him on fire.

“What?”

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