Page 133 of The Price of Ice

But Kallen didn’t look away, waiting, and the hand lifted, going flat on the bed to get out of his line of sight. All he could see was Levy’s nipple, still peaked. He nodded. “Get the lube.”

He barely managed to bite back a groan when Levy turned his back on him, stretching fully to reach the bedside drawer on his side of the bed.Hisside, because it was the same one he’d naturally gone for in the hotel, Kallen realised with a little frisson of... something. Nerves or excitement, he wasn’t sure. And then Levy was looking back at him again, holding the bottle and licking his lips almost compulsively. If he’d been there, Kallen wouldn’t have been able to keep from kissing him, or maybe sitting on his face and asking him to put his tongueinhim. The image made him clench involuntarily and he gasped at the sensation. He was already wet, which he’d missed somehow, so focused he’d been on the man on the other side of the screen.

“You are making me so wet,” he rasped out, shifting in place as he clenched against the emptiness.

“Yeah?” Levy’s eyes were lowered, even though Kallen could see his own tiny self on the corner and he was cut off at the waist.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I’m gonna put my fingers inside now, and I’m gonna spread my slick all over your hard cock.” Levy’s eyes shut, fist clenching on the bottle hard enough to make the lid pop and squirt down his hand. Kallen laughed, breathless, already tugging his own boxers off. “Come on, make yourself ready for me. Get it wet. I want you to smell like me.”

The words were just coming, more or less coherent, but he was still centred enough to hear the whine that came right after the last one. “Yeah?” he asked, and scooted down the bed until his bottom half was on camera. “You see how wet you make me?”

Levy dropped the bottle, eyes wide with lust and lips parting to swear.

Kallen let his own eyes fall shut, grabbing at one of his arse cheeks and tugging to expose his hole.

“Kallen...” The word came out strangled, something that in any other context he’d have read as pain. Even then, it got his eyes back to half-mast. He had to see. Levy was flushed, fists clenched.

They’d gone off track somewhere, and it was his job to get them back on it. “You are so hard for me, now slick it up.” He paused, holding back the words requiring as much effort as holding weights over his head at the gym. Levy was fumbling with the bottle, squirting it directly on his erection and shivering. It must have been cold, but maybe that was for the best given how on edge he seemed. Kallen would have been more careful with him, warming it up first.

Not that he’d need to, he was burning up and when he spread his scent all over Levy... He clenched a fist, nails digging hard into his palm and focusing on the pain to centre himself.

The moment Levy closed his hand around his erection, he pushed the tips of two fingers inside his hole, slow and torturous, involuntarily clenching as he finally got some ofwhat he so desperately needed. “Easy,” he demanded. More a reminder than an order, Levy was being good for him, spreading the lube but not jerking it.

“Lie down and close your eyes.” Levy flashed him a look of confusion, but he did it. Kallen could see how hard he was breathing, chest rising and falling fast, though his own heartbeat was drowning the sound. “I’m gonna get on top of you now.” He shifted to his own knees, legs spread and pulled his fingers out with some effort, his hole fluttering in protest. “And you are gonna hold your dick up for me to sit on.” Levy’s hand was already moving to the base to do just that, his lip caught under his teeth, brow furrowed in concentration. “Use your other hand,” Kallen told him. “You are gonna feel me at the head first, my hole opening up against it.” Levy’s left hand was in position too now. “You leaking for me?” he checked again, even like this, it was hard to stay coherent. He got a whimpered affirmation. “Good, I’m gonna take it, gonna take all of it, all of you.”

He pressed three fingers against his hole, more than he normally started with, but he wanted to feel it now. “Now,” he panted, and pushed, swallowing against nothing. And he was opening up against the pressure, taking Levy in, deeper and deeper, an edge of pain to the stretch he relished because he’d fall apart right then and there otherwise. And he didn’t want that. He opened his eyes, turned his head and saw Levy’s fist had come down to the base of his cock, like he’d known somehow Kallen would be greedy once he got his cock in him. It took him a moment to understand what else was happening, that Levy was clenching and unclenching his fist, and he had tear his gaze away, his own arse clenching hard for a long moment, hips lifting off the bed, cock leaking a little.

God, what was it going to be like for real if this was...?

“I’ve—” He coughed a little, trying to clear his throat. “I have waited too long, I’m just gonna fuck myself on you now, hardand fast.” Levy’s face turned away from the camera, shoulders coming up as if he was in pain. “Let me hear you,” Kallen asked, suddenly desperate.

Levy’s head turned his way, eyes still shut, lips parted as he gasped for air. Kallen clenched hard against his own fingers, and then he let his gaze fall to Levy’s hands covering his erection. “How do I feel?”

“Hot. So... so hot.” His hips hitched, fist clenching. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I want you,” Kallen told him. “Help me fuck myself on your beautiful cock. Give it to me.” Levy’s left hand started stripping his erection, Kallen’s fingers following along, grinding inside when Levy lingered until he could no longer keep his eyes open and all he had to go on where the little desperate whimpers and groans, the shifting over the sheets that could have been from his own body or his lover’s.

Getting his hand on his cock when pleasure had edged into need had been almost an afterthought. Like he’d forgotten how good it would be, it shocked him into opening his eyes just in time to catch Levy erupting all over himself, a generous alpha load making a right mess and that was enough. Imagining thatinside him, hot and possessive and forever.

Fuck, because he wanted forever. He wanted... His own peak knocked every thought out of his head like a wave cleaning up a beach at night. He laid there with his come cooling on his belly and his hand, other hand twisted awkwardly in his arse; the contact was a little painful, and yet not something he could quite give up on yet.

In the end, he had to withdraw because his wrist was cramping. He turned his head towards the camera, instinctively reaching out for Levy the only way he could.

His boyfriend was already looking back at him, looking like he’d run a marathon. And then his eyes crinkled at the corners and his face grew bright and pleased. “Damn,” was all he said,but with enough feeling Kallen found his own lips curving upward.

“Yeah?”

Levy nodded. “Fuck yeah.”

Kallen sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, using it to wipe his hands and belly.

“When’s it due?”

“Mmm?” He glanced at the screen.

“Your heat.”

It took Kallen a moment to find the words. “The 18th,” he said at last.

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