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He squirms languidly on the couch. I watch him from my place, drink a glass of water trying to repair my dry throat. He looks at me too, like a cat he catches every movement and gesture. I smile at him and then release my words.
"You didn't tell me you were planning to leave soon."
"Why would I tell you?"
"We've been sleeping together for three months, don't you think that's something worth mentioning?"
Two men shouldn't be in love, I kept repeating to myself before I met Levi. As if this love it wasn't a lightning bolt that breaks your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the yard. And where did I read that?
"Hey, I'm not your stupid wife," he reproaches me, and puts one knee on top of the other, forming a sort of V-shape with his calves. Even though he is in the fall of his orgasm he still looks like a deity, one of those people they painted in the old days thinking they were the pinnacle of beauty. I believe it.
"I think you knew how sad it's going to be to separate us." I reply, feeling my hands tremble as they touch his cheek. He doesn't gesture, doesn't bite me. He just rubs his face against my fingers without his eyes leaving me. What a vast, unearthly creature.
"Well, so what? It doesn't matter anymore." He murmurs against my wrist, where he leaves an angry kiss. I smile, and merely stroke whatever part of his face I can reach.
"Well, I do care. I have to say goodbye properly."
"You can go to the harbor tomorrow. You can wave a handkerchief and everything." The damned man smiles without moving his lips, those eyes of his mocking me. He knows he brings me crazy, that I've been his, his personal pet, from the first moment I saw him. Hizuru brought many visitors to the country, among them Levi, one of the most prestigious Ackermans there.
Levi had a very challenging life, but when they found him, fighting three people at once, a lust for blood in combat coupled with his unmistakable beauty, they had no choice but to recognize him. And boy, was he. Gray eyes, soft ebony hair, a strength beyond compare, a beauty without equal.
"Yes I will go, now that you gave me the idea." I pinch his cheek with two fingers. He reproaches me with his gaze.
"What are they going to think when they find out the militia leader slept with a man?" he asks me even though he already knows the answer. He just likes to remind me of my position, and how hard it is to live the way we are. Levi is desired by a lot of people, men among them, and it's not so strange if you think about it. But I'm a different story.
"They shouldn't. It's hypocritical. I know many like that." I reply just to play along. He gently bites one of my fingers. I suddenly feel like taking off my pants even though I just put them on two minutes ago.
We stop talking for a couple of seconds. He sucks on my fingertips, his teeth scraping my buds. I plunge my hand a little deeper into that cavity. I touch the inside of his cheeks, the familiar warmth radiating from them. His mouth has been my refuge, the source of all my dreams and nightmares. Fuck Garrison and the police, Paradis and his political bullshit. This is where I belong. Inside it. In a hole he opens just for me. In this void filled with stars and flashes of electricity that run through me from head to toe.
"Ah..." Levi makes a sound as I pull out my fingers and caress his lips, not breaking that spell "Put it in my mouth."
I tense fully as my head, the one below, throbs excitedly and unabashedly. I undo the buttons, my pants fall to the floor and I discard them like the most useless trash on earth. I do the same with my underwear, even though they were clean. I don't give a fuck as I grab Levi by the hair and prop one knee on the couch above his head for him to suck me off. I hold on to his black hair, it's so slick and soft, it gives off his favorite scent, the one with the shampoo I gave him.
He kisses the tip of my cock, just as he does with my mouth. I push in a couple of times, watching his lips slowly spread around me. This mouth of his is small and erotic, the best show in this whole stupid city full of luxury and privilege. These are nothing compared to this.
Levi never stops looking at me, at my face, recording in his memory every reaction, every little moan and groan that leaves me as the length of my sex goes deep into his throat ravaging that small space where only insults and, sometimes, words of love fit.
"You're doing excellent, Levi, my Levi." I say in a whisper, holding his gaze as if they were our hands clasped together. He lets out a moan, and I see his legs crossing at the periphery. "Does this turn you on, baby, do you like having me in your mouth so much you want to fuck yourself?"
He grabs my ass, scratches my left buttock. It's a signal. With his permission I am, for a moment, completely plunged into his cavity. I feel the tip of my cock hit something at the back of his throat. It makes a dull sound as my hairs bump against the tip of his nose. I smile ecstatically and pull away, knowing that his capacity is limited and he already does too much for me by letting me do that. Levi lets out a sound, and when he coughs white liquid comes out of the corner of his mouth. It's so fucking hot.
"Ah, that's so good. You're the best, Levi Ackerman. You're a wonder." I tell him, stroking his hair as he licks the base. The fat head hits his cheek, insistent. He seems to be on another plane, yet absent. Levi likes to forget. He likes me to be the only thing that exists. At times like this, we are no one but two souls wanting to blend together. We have no name, other than the one we've given each other.
"Fuck... me" He mumbles to me, trying to control his breathing. "Fuck my face, I can take it."
"Are you sure?" I ask, suddenly my hand is venturing between the valley of his chest and navel, watching him squirm on the couch, until I reach the point where his legs cross. Levi bites his lip, looking me in the eye, but feeling my hand opening up as his thighs stop tensing and spread out before me like a book ready to reveal its secrets.
An overwhelming warmth greets my hand as I cradle his crotch. The short hairs tickle me, his desire throbbing so noticeably that I begin to doubt my sanity. He's wet and sticky, I feel juices gushing from his front hole. He arches his back without taking his eyes off me.
"What about here, don't you want me to touch you?" he nods. I reach for his folds and insert one of my fingers. Ah, the sensation. It burns, it's as soft as the tenderest peach of the season. "Okay, open your mouth, sweetheart."
Obediently, he lets my cock slide in freely once more. His jaw is relaxed, used by now to all our little tricks to get the most out of it. We are so coupled to each other that it is very hard for me to think he will leave me behind.
"Everything okay, do you want to change position?" I ask, stroking his head with my other hand. He sighs and nods. He becomes very cooperative as his groin leaks. "Get on your knees. Lean back against the backrest. Yes. Like this. Spread your legs a little wider, that's it, really good"
Levi looks over his shoulder at me before dropping his head forward. His legs spread, his sex curving into itself letting me see his two dimples and the way little droplets fall onto the couch after I pat his ass. I caress his tiny waist and the line of his back just because. I don't know when I'll see him again.
"Ready?"
"Yes." He says softly, and I work on bringing the tip of my cock toward the center of his body. I don't go straight in, but ride the head through his folds and make our cocks collide. He lets out a moan, and his breathing rapidly becomes labored. I want to destroy him and put him in my pocket.
"Like this, do you like it?" I ask him, and lean slightly into his body. Our height difference makes it possible, so I can reach up to his ear. I leave a kiss there, and inhale deeply as I give him a stupid, sentimental hug. Maybe I'm getting old. Levi sighs, and I feel him do his best to stop shaking. My knee starts to ache, propped where it is on the poor couch that supports our maneuvers. My hands take the opportunity to roam his body even though I already know it by heart. It's just... Tomorrow he won't be there. And neither did the next day. I want to make sure I still remember.
"Yes. Touch me anywhere." He tells me even though his voice is shaking. I leave a kiss on the back of his neck and return to the previous task. He has a wound on his bicep since his training included hand-to-hand confrontations and well, Levi got a scratch while the other ended up in the hospital. What a bitch, I wanted to die laughing.
I stroke both of his nipples, the way I know he turns into a malleable, cuddly mass. His round ass seeks me out, and I indulge him with a couple of fingers. I even pause for a moment to give him a good lick.
"Ah, shit!" He exclaims as he stretches a little further, and my tongue strains to caress between his folds, which feel swollen and sore from so much stimulation but despite that he keeps rubbing against me. His legs tremble under my hands. My fingers sink into the soft flesh of his thighs.
"Come on, Levi. Show me how you're going to miss me." I tell him exhausted, and my cock pulses along with his as they meet again to finally thrust into him as promised. Levi lets out a sound of pain or pleasure, whichever came first. I let him get used to it a little at a time, moving with the slow rhythm of a wave in April. His hips sway, moving back and forth. I'd like to carve his body into my eyelids so I can see it every time I close my eyes.
Being in love feels this pathetic?
We move against each other, first tenderly and slowly, then like two animals. That change in our nature tastes so normal to me, so taken for granted, that it makes me want to cry. The taste of his body is one of the things I have returned to again and again even though I knew the consequences. A military leader should not have such indulgences, much less when it comes to the most important allies. I'm just in charge of managing and analyzing, making sure Paradis doesn't end up in tatters under a nuclear bomb.
But this was not part of my plan, the way I chase his mouth once he straightens his body to look over his shoulder at me, begging me to follow him to the end of the world even though he can't say it. I cling to him and his dreams, my hand rests on his jaw as we kiss fiercely using tongues and hands. Then he leans his chest against the back of the couch until his fingers turn white, the wet sounds of my cock rushing in and out letting me know I'm finishing. The wave of peace washes over me once I run out of energy and I feel Levi shudder and shake and clutch and scream, his voice echoing off the marble of his expensive room. Everything else turns pale, a joke that doesn't bring joy.
We lean against each other until we're both finished but not able to pull apart yet. Maybe he doesn't want to be separated from me. Either way I don't ask him.
"I'll write you letters. Every day." He murmurs, and his hand clings to mine that's perched on his stomach.
"I know." I leave a kiss on the back of his neck. It tastes like salt. "I will wait."