46. Ouroboros
OUROBOROS
LEV
A sher worshipped Lev exactly as promised, lavishing his cock with devotion until he exploded. When Lev tried to reciprocate, Asher declined.
“I want to sacrifice my pleasure and make our own ritual. I want you to fill my tattoos with color.”
Lev understood the pain of watching someone he loved suffer, of bargaining his soul for another, of wanting to control his future. If Asher needed to make his own magic to make peace with their future, Lev wouldn’t deprive him.
The living were nearly as powerless as Silas.
Asher was in heat by the time Lev finished, hands fisting the sheets, hips driving nearly imperceptible circles beneath Lev as he straddled him, hissing any time their cocks grazed, weeping so much precum, paint smeared. It was quite possibly the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed.
Lev layered the final details to the golden griffin over Asher’s right pec. “Baby, are you sure you don’t want me to take care of you?” He needed to put his poor lad out of his misery.
“No.” Asher thrashed his head side to side, a shake of his head that surely meant yes. “Not until you’re done. ”
“Lucky for you, I’m going to get carpal tunnel if I move onto your arms. We’ll do them another time.”
“You’re lying.”
Lev scoffed. “Wait until you’re forty and see how long you can paint hunched over me.” Lev blew against the golden griffin, drying what remained of the wet paint, raising the fine hairs on Asher’s chest with gooseflesh.
Asher’s nipple peaked. Lev couldn’t resist fluttering the tip of his tongue over it. With a needy whine, Asher closed his eyes and tipped his head back, flashing an Adam’s apple so delicious Lev longed to sink his teeth into it.
“You’re a masterpiece,” Lev murmured, stroking Asher’s neck with his thumb, smearing it with glittering gold.
Asher licked his bottom lip and scraped his teeth against his tongue on the way back in, gaze dazed and glossy.
“Have a look, hm?”
The prospect of an art reveal cut through Asher’s lust-induced delirium. He pressed his chin to his chest and gasped.
“I wish I could take credit for how beautiful these turned out, but I have only my muse and canvas to thank for it.”
Asher gave a token roll of his eyes, before roving them back over Lev’s art.
Lev scooped up the camera and snapped a few photos.
They’d been taking photographs of each other over the last few weeks, and Lev couldn’t wait to develop the roll of film.
He planned to drag Asher to the dark room under the pretense of teaching him, then order him to watch the wicked images appear while Lev ate his arse and stroked his cock to completion.
Some of the photos would surprise him. After Asher had consented to somnophilia, Lev had taken photos while he slept to prove exactly how much he loved to sleep beside him, no matter how much he tossed and turned, to show him how beautifully his soft cock rested on his thigh, how hard and wanting he became when Lev played with him, teasing him into wet dreams before lapping up his cum.
“I wish you could tattoo,” Asher said, trailing light fingertips over Lev’s self-portrait.
“One day I will.”
“ Okay , Lev.”
Lev lifted his chin. “I’ve been practicing.”
Asher smirked. “When? We’re always together.”
He shielded his mouth with his hand and whispered, “All those times I retired to my father’s studio or my study, I was actually in my secret tattoo room.”
Asher grabbed Lev’s wrist. “Wait. Really?”
Lev nodded, smiling like the besotted sap he was. “I bought all the equipment the morning after I saw your tattoos.”
Asher’s brow wrinkled. “You knew me two weeks.”
“Yes, but learning takes time, and I’ve mastered so many techniques and mediums, the challenge of learning something new is a nice break from the tedium.”
“You’re always so humble.”
Lev waved the joke away. “Without an apprenticeship, I fear it’ll be a few years before I’m ready to test my skills on your arse—so no one will see if it’s dreadful—but I’ve hired someone to instruct me virtually.”
“Still. That’s… Lev, that’s a dream come true. Your art would be inside me, part of me forever.”
Lev nodded gravely.
Asher’s gaze turned hooded again, as if fanaticism blended with the submissive ecstasy of being claimed by Lev on a cellular level.
Lev swiped precum from Asher’s slit with his thumb, and tasted it. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good lad. I don’t want anyone else putting my art on you from now on, understood?”
Asher’s eyebrows curved with sincerity. “Thank you. ”
“Perhaps I’ll cover your entire body with art drawn only by my hand, and only my ink bleeding into your skin.”
“ Fuck .”
Lev laughed. “I can’t wait to make you beg for each one. For now, this will have to suffice.” Lev nipped Asher’s collar bone and sucked a hickey over the spot. “Trade positions with me. I want you to paint on me while my cock is inside you.”
Asher pressed his lips together, so intent on hiding his smile.
Lev stroked the dimple at the corner of his mouth. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Lev kissed each of his dimples, then settled on the bed on his back, chilled skin warmed by the body heat Asher had left.
Asher hesitated, gaze darting between the palette Lev had already created, and the gunmetal toolbox filled with paint and art supplies on the desk.
“Use mine,” Lev said.
Asher’s color work was faultless, but watching his protégé paint with his colors felt like a blood bond in a way.
“What should I paint?” Asher asked, climbing onto Lev’s lap.
“Surprise me. But first, I need you to come up here and sit on my face.”
Asher’s lips parted. “You were serious about that?”
“Gravely,” Lev nodded. The mere suggestion had his cock lengthening. “I’m desperate to know what kind of art we can make when we’re so connected neither of us knows where one ends and the other begins. An endless circle.”
“An ouroboros.”
“Precisely.”
Asher crawled up Lev’s body. Lev stopped him on the way, for a brief taste of Asher’s cock before he ate him.
“Mm.” All that wept precum tasted delicious .
Lev delved the tip of his tongue into Asher’s slit, and hummed, cupping Asher’s balls, heavy with cum. God, he wanted to drain them now, but he wanted inside Asher’s arse more.
“Alright, love. Hold onto the headboard.” Lev tipped his head back to watch him do exactly that. “Good lad. Fuck me , Blakely. You’re so fucking sexy from this angle. You could suffocate me like this and I’d thank you.”
Asher laughed. “I’d be pissed if you died, so don’t.”
“I’ll do my best.” Lev laughed, scooting down a smidge. “Have a seat now.”
Lev wanted Asher to be in control, to actively consent rather than Lev pulling him downward.
“Lev,” Asher said in a breathy sort of whimper.
“You are such a good lad, always pleasing me, worshipping me. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
As Asher lowered, Lev took a handful of each cheek and peeled him open with his thumbs until his tongue met his hole.
Lev felt Asher’s moan more than he heard it, so intently focused on kissing and coaxing him into opening, fingers mindlessly kneading his cheeks, toes curling at the sexual gratification of pleasing him.
He could rim him for hours and still be famished.
Asher Blakely, the man he’d fallen in love with through a painting, was his, and he knew about Lev’s terrifying fate, he knew he saw Silas, and he still wanted him.
“I’m ready,” Asher said in a rush between panting breaths as he climbed off of Lev. “I can’t wait.”
Lev stroked the crest of Asher’s hip bone. “Neither can I.”
Asher pumped coconut oil onto his palm and slicked up Lev’s hard cock with frenzied urgency, like it belonged to him, like Lev was just an instrument, a toy to use to get off.
Lev loved it.
With equal urgency, Lev stabilized his cock in one hand and guided Asher downward. “Show me how well you can take me, how well you can paint on me.”
“I will.” Asher kissed Lev with tender adoration as he sank onto him in one smooth descent, fingernails digging deeper into Lev’s pecs until he’d swallowed Lev completely.
“Bloody hell, Blakely.” Lev’s hands tightened on his hips.
Asher smirked, and raised a single eyebrow, the playful fire inside him rekindled. “What? I did what you asked.”
“You listen too well.” Lev grazed his fingers lightly over the place where his cock disappeared inside him. “How do you feel?”
“I feel like I’m yours, and like I want to come, but I want to be good more.”
“You’re always good, even when you aren’t.” Lev twirled his fingers through the forelock of dark hair that flounced down over his face. “I love you.”
Asher pressed his forehead to his. “I love you too.” He shifted his hips, and ground against him.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Lev stilled him with a hand on Asher’s thigh. “Right now your only job is to keep my cock warm while you paint. The sooner you make me something pretty, the sooner I’ll let you ride me.”
“Let? We both know if I started riding you, you’d let me.”
“That’s true. But you want to please me, so I know you’ll do as I ask.” Lev palmed Asher’s cock and squeezed. “I can’t wait to reward you until you come all over whatever you paint for me.”
Asher’s brows darted together in agonized ecstasy, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, as his hole cinched tighter around Lev.
“Me too.” He braced a hand on Lev’s chest and reached for a fresh brush. “Close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise.”
“You should cover my face with your boxer briefs so I don’t peek.”
Asher rolled his eyes, but acquiesced, fishing around in the sheets until he found them and draped them over his face, leaving his mouth clear.
“Heaven.” Lev shivered at the first feathered caress of paintbrush bristles on his chest.
The sublime euphoria of serving as Asher’s canvas turned Lev on even more, especially when paired with the degradation of his undergarment blindfold and Asher’s scent surrounding him.
Lev’s favorite artist, possibly one of the best modern artists alive, was painting on him.