Page 27 of The Price of Ice

And he still wouldn’t take it.

Not until Kallen tilted his head a millimetre further back andpulled.

The moan broke out between them, but it got muffled as Levy’s mouth crashed into his own, hands coming to the sides of his face to hold on as he dragged his full lips over Kallen’s own. Soft, and tender, and then not so much, Levy’s tongue dipping into his mouth the moment Kallen gave him the chance.

And just like that, the spell was broken. He’d lost whatever thread he’d been pulling on, all he knew were his own hands on Levy’s waist, the strength of him, tugging him close until he was fully seated on top on of Kallen, one leg wedged between Kallen’s side and the back of the sofa, the other one mostly on the floor because they were too big to truly fit.

None of it mattered, not when he finally had this: Levy’s tongue rubbing against his own and his arse grinding down into Kallen’s hardening cock. All of him in his arms, and the tension that had been growing between them for months unleashed at last as they did their best to devour each other. He got hishands under Levy’s shirt, tracing the dip of his spine, an endless expanse of warm skin pushing back into his touch. He growled when he got to the curve of his arse and realised he would lose the battle with his too-tight jeans. Then forgot about it when Levy made him tilt his head back to kiss the juncture of his ear and neck, and then down his throat, the graze of his teeth over the delicate skin making Kallen’s cock throb and his hips twitch against his weight. He shuddered, clutching at the firm arse pushing right into his hands.

“Oh, god,” Levy panted right into his neck, and Kallen whimpered under him. “I need—”

Kallen didn’t know what he needed, but his hands were quite against the plan of Levy pulling away.

It made his friend laugh and swat at his hand. “Lie down,” he told him, and Kallen had enough sense left to listen and let go. The moment Levy was free, he scooted down until he could take hold of Kallen’s thighs and drag him down the sofa. His head bounced a little off the cushions, leaving him dazed and laid out like a feast. Levy was watching him with dark eyes, cheeks flushed and hair an absolute nest already. Kallen didn’t remember touching it, but he wanted to, desperately.

Kallen had just lured him down here with a certainty he hadn’t even known he had in him, but all the peaceful calm was most definitely gone now. He was all need, messy and empty and wanting to be filled, or at least touched. He wasn’t too far from begging for it, either.

But Levy was already leaning over him. “Hey.” He traced the side of Kallen’s face like he had all the time in the world, like he could just put aside his desire for a moment to make sure Kallen was okay. “You good with this?”

Kallen nodded, not quite sure he was blinking. Afraid Levy would disappear if he did, or maybe simply stop.

“Good.” Levy smirked, but it was softer than usual. The smugness didn’t seem to quite reach his eyes, which were bright and pleased—a cat that had got the whole carton of cream off the counter. He didn’t look away, so neither did Kallen, and he caught the movement out of his peripheral vision with just enough time not to jump out of his skin when the button of his jeans’ was unhooked one-handed. He gulped, even though it was a skill Levy had developed out of necessity during his convalescence, now it seemed unbearably hot when applied to his own clothes.

The shift in pressure made his erection try and rise, and he stayed very still as Levy lowered the zip as well, allowing it to push the flimsy cloth of his boxers outwards. Then his friend traced a finger down the side of Kallen’s cock, and he couldn’t hold back a whine, eyes falling shut and hands clenching at his sides.

He gulped for breath, mind scrambling for a way to calm down. There was no excuse to be this overcome when he was still practically fully clothed.

“Up,” Levy told him, tapping at his hipbone and Kallen’s arse was off the sofa at once, earning him a soft huff of laughter. “So this is what it takes to get you not to argue?” he asked, and Kallen very much wanted to say something back. Only he forgot words when Levy went and tugged at his boxers as well as his trousers, pulling everything down at once all the way down to his knees.

Levy shoved him back down with a playful look, but then his gaze travelled up Kallen’s body and he was shaking his head, eyes hooded and hungry. “God, you look...” Kallen didn’t get to find out because Levy leaned down and nuzzled at his cock, inhaling so deeply that even Kallen’s short-circuiting brain caught it. He shuddered hard enough he accidentally shoved hisdick into Levy’s face. But instead of pulling back, Levy hummed andlicked it.

Kallen gasped, now fully trembling. He didn’t quite understand what was happening. No one had ever... Alphas didn’t... He didn’t mean to put his hand on top of his cock, blocking Levy’s access to it. It was just too much too fast.

The alpha sat back at once. “Is this... You don’t like it?” he sounded disappointed of all things.

Kallen wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. He pulled back a little, sitting up again, doing everything he could not to pull his underwear back on.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything,” Levy told him, so sincere it made Kallen’s clenched teeth ache. Of course it would be fine by Levy, but Kallen was going to be kicking his own arse for the next century.

He shook his head. “No, I want to.”

His friend exhaled slowly. “Okay, do you want to do something else?”

“Do you?” Kallen shot him a quick look, just long enough for their eyes to meet before he dropped his gaze again.

“Um, sure, we can—” Levy stopped. “Wait, you didn’t answer me.” He kneed at Kallen’s leg where it lay curled between them, just a gentle nudge. His jeans were rough against Kallen’s bare skin, but when he spoke, his voice was gentle, “What do you want, Kallen?”

It was a demand, but there was no real will behind it, just Levy’s open desire to know. Kallen could have got up or not said anything. Even lied. “No one’s...” His voice grew thin, and he paused to clear his throat. “Do you like doing... that?” he added, risking meeting Levy’s eyes once more. It was just their eyes, but it felt like nearly more than he could bear.

Levy was already nodding. “Yeah, I like sucking cock,” he said simply, like it was no big deal for an alpha to do that. Hislips were a little red from the kissing, and the sheer boldness of it sent a shot of longing through Kallen. What did it take to be this brave? Was it just an alpha thing? He didn’t really think so, he’d met plenty of alphas who were cowards and bullies, after all.

It made him want to be brave, too. “Okay,” he found himself saying, feeling like he was jumping off a cliff, or throwing himself across the ice at breakneck speed, doing it because he wanted it more than anything, and damn the consequences.

“Yeah?” Levy’s mouth was already curving into a smile, like he’d won some sort of prize. And it was crazy, sucking cock was hard even when the guy was being nice about it, but there was no denying the honest joy on his face. “You wanna sit up for it?” He raised an eyebrow. “You can watch.”

Kallen faltered, trying to figure out the mechanics, and very slowly, Levy slid off the sofa onto his knees and placed his good hand on Kallen’s bare left knee. “Like this?”

It was a vision to jerk it to for the rest of his days. The young sweet alpha at his feet, eager to pleasure him, patiently waiting for his permission.

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