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He was still like a deer in headlights. Your opening the door had stopped him like a warning shot. You caught what was a subtle thing, easily overlooked if you had not been watching him so closely. He softened at the sight of you. He took one hasty step forward before lifting his hands and attempting to look harmless. The one step had told you that his being harmless was purely as an offer. He was fast, controlled, and moved as a person that knew how to act with lethal purpose. It was only a briefly predatory moment but it was enough to tell you he was dangerous. To remind you that you might very well be his prey.
You did not have his self-control. You jumped into his arms, startling him something awful. You were clinging to him, heart shattering apart all over again now that someone was there to witness it. He was hugging you tightly to his chest, waltzing your breaking form back into the warmth of your home.
“I have you. Long as you need me, you have me.”
“Never let go.” You whispered the words into the crook of his neck.
His breath hitched. He swallowed twice before finally finding his voice again. “Forever it is. I’ll try to let you change your mind. If you want. I should warn you, though. I get possessive. Very possessive.” He said it like it was a sin.
“Good. I need to be possessed. Even if it’s just for a minute. You won’t want to keep me. No one ever does.” Your words wobbled in their pain and convoluted honesty. You were inundated in your sadness now that the fear of his arrival had passed. You were no longer distracted by the big wide world. You were once more falling into the tiny space that existed only between your ears. A place that was endless dark and boundless sorrow. A gaping maw that was swallowing you whole.
Until he pulled you back. “I won’t. I’ve wanted this moment for so long. I won’t let you slip away. Not now that I’ve final got you.”
You sobbed. You were holding fistfuls of the back of his shirt. You were not clear on how you had gotten your hands under his coat but he was warm and alive and you were desperate to feel him under your hands. It was a level of control you were quickly losing that kept you from tugging at his clothing, getting his bare skin against yours.
“You can ask anything of me. I’ll do my best to make it happen. You tell me how to help you and I’ll do it. I’d knock the fucking sun from the sky if you asked me.” He was a strange duality. He was blandly passionate, snow covered stoic and wild emotional flames all at once. The dichotomy of it stirred something in you that might have been akin to love, or maybe it was just a starved lust.
“I don’t know what I want.” You said the words but they were lies. You knew what you wanted. You wanted something you could never ask of some stranger. You wanted a closeness that no living being could grant. You wanted to be closer to him than you were and you had no idea how to get it. Well, that was not true either. You knew of at least one way he could get closer.
“You don’t have to know. You can just ask whatever comes to mind and I’ll do the best I can.” He was holding you so tight but it was not enough.
“Closer,” you whispered. It was spun glass fragile, your vulnerability exposed by that single word. His required rejection would shatter you apart into broken little pieces. You were too raw to be in the position you were in. You were lost in an impulsive fog that was going to grab at anything, anyone, that might fill the hole in your chest. You needed a new heart, yours was gone. So you reached out, and took his.
“How... close?” He was statue still under your hands.
“Closer than you could ever get.” You whimpered softly at the end, hopelessness stealing away any light he might have offered.
“Well, let’s see how close I can safely get.” He whispered the words into your skin before hot lips pressed firm to your neck.
He pressed a second kiss over the trapped flutter of your pulse, then another. You tilted your head, giving him better access. Your heart was running away in a rush. You melted a little more under each kiss. His lips kept moving over the delicate skin of your throat, looking for something. When his search roused a stuttered gasp he hummed out his victory. His seeking lips parted to the scorching heat of his mouth.
Teeth and tongue worked together to dote on you now. He used firm bites to make you struggle, then laved away the pain with laps of his tongue. The bruising pressure used never strayed beyond your enjoyment. You were getting claimed by him and it felt right. You wanted him to mark you as his.
“My lovely tear-stained girl.” He spoke between bites. “I have you now. You’re all mine now. All mine.”
“Please.” You were tugging at his clothes, trying to get your brain to work enough to remove the obstructions.
“Easy my lovely, easy. You want more?” He caught your wrists, power used to hold you still while also keeping you close.
“Yes. Closer.” You could not find the words to better convey your needs.
“We can get closer, lovely. You sure you... want me?” He was trying to let you back out while simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt.
He was taking too long. You started tugging at his belt, at the black denim between you and him. He had a wisp of a smirk tugging at his lips. He once more grabbed your wrists, backing you up to the front door. He kissed you. A gentle press of petal soft lips that quickly became hungry teeth and an intruding tongue. He was licking such lewd sounds from your mouth. You were not even thinking as he pulled your loose fitting pajama bottoms over the swell of your hips to fall to the floor. His boot held them to the floor as he lifted you up to kick them away.
“If you don’t stop me, I’m going to fuck you against this door. I’m going to be rough.” He was undoing his pants, pulling himself free of the fabric confines.
You pulled off your own panties, saying in action what you were floundering at with your words. “Yes, please.”
“Mm, so polite. So sweet.” He moaned as he tasted you with a kiss, for emphasis. “That’s my girl.”
You were eager but your body was not as quick to ready for him. One of his fingers slid inside you, his erection pressing teasingly into your naked hip. He was working his finger in your heated slickness but you could tell you were tight around his single digit. There was no way you were taking the girth trapped between you, not without damage.
“Tch, I’m going too fast. Sorry, lovely. Guess I get to enjoy you all the longer.”
He started to pump and curl the one finger. He was kissing you while steadily working your core. You shifted and tugged at your remaining clothing, his face pulling away only as long as it took for you to pull off your top. He gave an approving hum as he pulled his finger out. The flirty digit was being seductively licked clean as he finished unbuttoning his shirt one handed, stripping off his upper layers while leaving his pants still hugging his lithe hips. The contrast of his half-nude body, the plays of such light and dark, was nearly as arousing as what his finger had been doing.
“You help me, my lovely. Here. You do what feels right, I’m going to give this new canvas some attention.”
Levi placed your one hand between your legs, encouraging you to touch yourself as you pleased. His focus was now fully for the mounds of sensitive flesh you had exposed. His mouth was latched to one nipple in an instant, massaging your breasts with talented hands. He was mirroring the lapping of his tongue by using his thumb on your opposite nipple. You matched his rhythm with your fingers on your clit, rubbing your legs together to trap you own hand in the best way.
He traded points of attack, your back arching a little to better offer your eager flesh for his consumption. He was looking up at you as he let his teeth entered the mix. As the sharp pressure threatened to switch from pleasure to pain he eased off. He had a glow to him as you reacted to his affection so openly. You must have had every little feeling dancing across you expression. You had no filter right now, could not have one even if you tried.
His fingers snuck past yours, two digits slipping easily inside. He was still helping to prepare you enough to take him at his delectable threat of roughness. You needed him to take you and fill you up. You needed him to leave no room between your bones for anything but him. You wanted to overflow with him because you had all but vanished inside your own hollowed out ribcage.
“You want me closer still?” His free hand was rubbing down your thigh, cupping under your leg to lift you, if you were willing.
“Yes. Yes, please, Levi.” You leveraged yourself, helping him to comfortably lift you. Your legs wrapped at his waist as if you had been built for him.
He prodded at your fully exposed intimacy with the heated head of his cock. It was a splendid feeling, that hint of what was to come. “I... Ah, can’t be as gentle as you deserve, my lovely. If I’m hurting you, tell me. I never want to hurt you.”
He was pushing into you. It was better than you could have hoped. He was filling you completely, making your mind go blank of anything but the feel of him diving deeper and deeper inside you. He was only buried to the limit for an instant. He was using hard thrusts to pound you into the door immediately. Your fingers were flying to help you keep up to his rapidly climbing to frantic pace. He was slamming his hips to yours without hindering your strumming for even a moment. As aggressive as he was colliding his hips to yours, he still took care not to harm you.
It was in the way he looked down to where his body pierced yours, where your fingers swayed over you. There was such awe and satisfaction that you had it heating your blood, building that warmth, faster than his hips lunging against yours could have alone. You were watching him watch you and it only made you more confident. You had an involuntary contraction of muscles surprise both of you. Levi threw his head back, breath sucked in just to speak through clenched teeth.
“Shit, baby, careful. You’ll get all of me if you do that.” He used shorter thrusts, staying deeper in you, relishing the convulsions of your velvety walls.
“I want all of you.” You knew what you were saying.
“Fuck. Fuck, you mean-“
“Inside. Please, Levi. Please.” You needed all of him.
“Anything for you my lovely. Anything for you.”
Your words had spurred him, his rhythm getting sloppy as his release got closer. You were meeting his awkward tempo all the same. Your bodies writhed together, door at your back helping sandwich you into his thrusts. The coiled heat was about to break, your depths trembling as you grabbed on to Levi’s shoulders. Your back bowed, your nails biting holes in him as you attempted to warn him too late.
You gave a wordless cry that was meant to be his name as you fell over the edge. The pleasure snapped and you were pulled under. The inky dark behind your eyes flared to blinding white. Your muscles tried to swallow him down, so he gave you something to take in. He growled as he bit down on your shoulder, muffling what threatened to be a booming roar. The thick heat of his cumming was pooling within you. With every twitch of his length, light licked up your spine. You were being crushed against the door.
Levi was panting hard, a hot wind over your rapidly cooling skin. “Please let me keep you. Please. I... I don’t know how to let you go now.” Levi was speaking into your skin, face hidden from your view.
“Alright. You can keep me. But you have to put me down eventually.” You hugged him a little looser so he could do just that.
“Just not yet.” He leaned a little more into you, hugging your legs a little more around him.
You hugged him tighter. “Alright. For a little longer.”