Page 53 of Stitches
“I’m not a child, remember?” Levi removed his hand from Ashmedai to still Ashmedai’s strokes on him. “I’ve only been this version of me for a short time, but I know what I want. And… I’ve read a few romances in my studies.” He glanced aside at the admission.
“Brax has romances in that tower?”
“He’s not completely cold.”
“I feared I was becoming cold,” Ashmedai admitted, drawing Levi’s eyes back up to meet the haunting white-on-black that Levi had never quite been able to perfect when conjuring illusions of Ashmedai in his room.
This was no illusion.
“All I feel from you, my king,” Levi said, “is warmth.”
Levi kissed him, unprepared for how the closeness of their bodies brushed their cocks together. He loved those ridges as much as he loved Ashmedai’s claws and sharp teeth, but especially after feeling them on his skin.
A shaky breath puffed from Levi against Ashmedai’s mouth in theaftermath of their lips and tongues entwining, and he fought the urge to rut forward. He had released too swiftly once before and had no desire for that again.
The large canopy bed behind them was perfectly aligned for Levi to back Ashmedai toward it, and he did, slowly, carefully, guiding Ashmedai where he wanted him to go. The curtains of the bed were also red and black brocade, tied to their posts but capable of shielding Levi and Ashmedai from everything but each other. For now Levi left them tied and pushed on Ashmedai’s chest for him to drop down onto the edge of the bed.
Ashmedai had always been a vision of beauty, but with his arms extended to support him and his back arched, the toned muscle down his torso tightened, making every one of his ridges more prominent. Levi could barely contain how much he wanted to descend upon the offering laid before him.
Visions swirled behind Levi’s eyes, like what he remembered from their first kiss behind the festival stall. Levi hadn’t known this with another man in his former life, but he had wanted it, craved it desperately, and been denied. Been… unable to reach for it. Now nothing stood in his way, and Ashmedai, Shadow King in all his naked splendor, was better than any wayward daydream.
Levi lowered himself to his knees between Ashmedai’s white thighs. Whenever Levi blushed, his skin turned indigo, but Ashmedai’s pure white tones took on a faint rosy pink. That telling hue was in his cheeks now and slightly down his chest, but also along the inside of his thighs and pulsing from his ripe cock.
With saliva rapidly building, Levi bent forward and eagerly took Ashmedai into his mouth. A plaintive whimper left them both like a harmonizing chorus. Levi descended farther, hollowing his cheeks to increase the suction around Ashmedai’s length. He took Ashmedai in as deep as he could, until Ashmedai’s tip touched the back of his throatand Levi’s nose was pressed to Ashmedai’s belly.
Ashmedai was hairless here. He was entirely hairless other than his eyebrows and the long black hair on his head. Levi was mostly the same, but above his sex were dark curls that didn’t match his red waves. That thought might have saddened Levi, to think that so little of him washim, but all that mattered now was who he was today and what he had in his grasp.
Levi licked the underside of Ashmedai’s cock, only to bob down once more with added saliva and suction to ensure Ashmedai felt this.
The haggard moan the king released was wonderful encouragement.
On the next bob, Levi paid close attention to Ashmedai’s ridges, working his tongue between each groove. He hadn’t been sure where to place his hands, but with his confidence increasing from every wanton whine pulled from Ashmedai’s lips, Levi spread his fingers across Ashmedai’s inner thighs and squeezed as he quickened his pace.
“L-Levi….” Ashmedai uttered brokenly. The blankets on the bed were completely black, outlining Ashmedai’s body starkly and how his clawed nails gripped into the fabric like he might tear it.
Levi hastened, massaging the ridges up Ashmedai’s hips while his tongue massaged the ones on Ashmedai’s length. He bobbed and sucked Ashmedai down as obscenely as if he could swallow him whole. He could feel such glorious heat through Ashmedai’s skin, and he wanted to feel more spill down his throat.
“Levi!” Ashmedai cried sharper, one hand starting to lift as if to reach for Levi, but then it twisted into the blankets again.
Even more of Ashmedai’s white skin was flushed pink, and when his eyes closed and fluttered briefly, Levi could have sworn Ashmedai’s white pupils went black like the rest.
“I-I—” Ashmedai tried to speak, tensing all down his body, his neck arching backward and mouth falling open, so that Levi knew how close he was and doubled his efforts to bring Ashmedai there.
When Levi felt the heat he’d been waiting for, he swallowed and licked the remnants from Ashmedai’s skin.
Ashmedai slumped heavily onto his arms but kept himself propped up, breathless as he gazed down his body at Levi in apparent wonder. “You are so… beautiful….”
“Me?” Levi dropped his eyes but raised them swiftly again to not miss one moment of Ashmedai lying there rosy and spent. “You’rebeautiful.”
A twitch at Ashmedai’s lips seemed to say he didn’t believe that, so Levi vowed to prove it to him.
He swooped upward from between Ashmedai’s knees and climbed onto the bed, crawling atop Ashmedai and straddling his hips. Their cocks brushed each other again, Levi’s firm and heavy, with Ashmedai’s wilted but twitching with promise. Seated in Ashmedai’s lap, Levi grasped the king’s face in both hands and kissed him. The taste of Ashmedai still lingered on Levi’s tongue to share, and he did so boldly.
“I love your ridges,” he said between fevered peppering of more kisses to Ashmedai’s lips. Then to his cheek. Then down his neck. “I love the way they feel against me. I love the wayyoufeel against every part of me.” To make that clearer, Levi toppled Ashmedai backward, Ashmedai’s arms giving way to lay him flat upon the blankets. Like that, Levi could truly touch all of Ashmedai, spread out atop him, kissing and writhing.
Wanting so much more than a shuddery outcome in the rain, Levi was close to bursting, and after mere moments of squirming and pawing and tasting Ashmedai’s skin, Ashmedai was there again with him.
“Yes,” Levi mewled at the firm presence of Ashmedai against his hip. “I want more. I want you. I want us to both find release again. Please.”
