Page 50 of Fresh Ice
“We might as well not get two sets of sheets dirty, right?” Levy said.
The excuse was ridiculously flimsy, but Alonso didn’t call him out on it—the idea of falling asleep under the same sheets made Alonso’s insides fizz.
Alonso tensed as the room plunged into darkness, the heat of Levy’s body seeping towards him. It was only when Levy huffed loudly and rolled practically on top of Alonso that he finally relaxed.
He ran his hand down Levy’s shoulder blade, but was too tired to start anything else.
In that warm pocket of space, he drifted off to sleep.
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Alonso woke up hot all over. He’d never slept in the same bed as somebody else, and the feel of Levy’s body pressed against his back made him shudder as soon as he opened his eyes.
Levy shifted beside him. “Morning,” he croaked.
Alonso hummed, moving so that he could feel Levy’s half-hard cock. “Levy,” he murmured.
Everything felt so good. Alonso sighed as Levy kissed the nape of his neck, pulling at his sleep shirt and brushing his lips against Alonso’s shoulder.
“Can I?” Levy asked softly.
“Yeah,” he whispered, closing his eyes again as Levy’s hands slipped under his clothes, smoothing over bare skin.
Alonso sank into the sensation, letting himself be touched. It was such a simple pleasure, still knee-deep in sleep. Just having Levy so near, his scent suffusing the bed sheets, was making arousal zip through his body.
Alonso got rid of his pyjamas clumsily, Levy rustling behind him until they were both naked and glued together. Alonso could feel himself getting wet, rubbing his thighs together to try and appease the empty sensation inside him.
“Please,” he begged quietly and moaned as Levy wrapped a hand around Alonso’s cock, pumping him twice and then slipping further south. Two fingers entered him gently, making him fall forward and bite the pillow under him.
“God,” Levy said, “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Alonso wouldn’t have known how to respond to that even if he’d been in his right mind. As it was, his head was too fuzzy with pleasure to even think of replying beyond a strangled, “Come on, Levy. Fuck me.”
Levy shivered and groaned, the sound filling the space between them. Alonso squirmed impatiently but didn’t have to wait long—Levy replaced his fingers with his cock, sinking in slowly.
They moaned in unison at the sensation, rocking together in an easy rhythm. Alonso felt so full, so perfect, but the pleasure was slow to build. It felt like they were fucking for hours. Days. Caught in a haze where time was elastic, stretching and stretching and never snapping back.
“Baby,” Levy murmured in his ear. His scent was so thick it stuck to Alonso’s throat.
“Yeah,” Alonso said nonsensically. They had been at it long enough that he was tumbling towards the edge. “I wish you could knot me. Wish you could just fucking keep me here and—”
Alonso didn’t even know what he was saying, cutting himself off as Levy slammed into him suddenly, arms wrapping around him and squeezing tightly.
Their movements turned frantic as they neared the end, the ramping up of heat leaving Alonso dizzy and desperate.
He just needed a little more. Just a little—
Alonso cried out as Levy started jerking him off. Every muscle in Alonso’s body coiled tight, and then he was coming, spilling over Levy’s hand, a deep groan ripping right out of him.
It only took a few more seconds for Levy to follow him, cock twitching inside Alonso, as deep as it would go.
It took them a while to come down from the peak, sweating and panting and still pressed together like they were one and the same. It was only when they were becoming too sticky and uncomfortable that Levy slipped out.
“Shower?” Levy suggested.
Alonso nodded, rolling out of bed and blushing at the feeling of Levy’s come dripping out of him. Levy went a little crazy when he noticed what was happening, hustling them under the warm water and pushing Alonso’s chest against the tile wall while he slipped two fingers back inside.
Alonso moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. Steam curled around them, building an intimate cave of heat and wetness as Levy dropped to his knees and buried his tongue in Alonso’s hole.
