34. Ethan
THIRTY-FOUR
Ethan
I step back and look at Levi, naked, kneeling on the hardwood inside the ring of candlelight. His hands are on his thighs. His eyes are on me. His feathered wings are fanning out behind him.
Lots of darker possibilities flit through my mind. I want to play with those ideas. I will play with them. There will always be darkness in me. In him too. But there’s also this, and I want to paint it. I want to feel it. I want him to see it.
I’m outside the wide ring of candles in the darker space of what will be the studio. There isn’t much here yet, just the chair I’m sitting on in my sweatpants and the table with my sketchbook and pencils. Tonight, I’m only drawing to study him, to let the image deepen in my mind.
The candlelight plays gently over Levi’s lean, bare form.
But light playing means that shadow is playing too, and I realize that the image is more complex than I first thought.
There’s darkness here as well as light. Both are tugging at him, and his expression is soft.
Receptive. He takes both in, gives both back.
I relax and sink into the work. This is the thing I love about art. It’s partly creating the image, but it’s also finding it.
I work for a long while, capturing the pose, then I rise from my chair and walk into the circle to reposition him. I want more. I’m greedy for it.
Levi lets me work in silence, moving easily with my hands as I tug him to rest his hip and one hand on the floor. I pull his legs a little to the other side, leaving his knees bent. I settle his free hand on his uppermost thigh.
I pet his hair and return to my place outside the light. I draw him again.
When I’m satisfied with the sketch, I go back into the circle. Levi’s eyes drop to where my cock is tenting my black sweats. Tonight, I’m not caged to draw him. I want to feel everything. I want his experience, and my own too.
Crouching before him, I take the hand resting on his thigh and guide it to the floor behind him so he’s leaning back slightly. Then I open his legs. I draw one up, bent with his foot on the floor. The other I pull out until it’s loosely bent and lying open.
Then I reach between his legs, cupping my hand under his balls. His cock is already half hard, so when I tug his balls, his eyelashes flutter and a shiver goes through his body.
I leave him again and go back to work. I work faster this time because Levi is starting to struggle. Tiny shudders keep going through his body, and his cock stiffens until it’s jutting up, lying hard against his belly.
My own hard cock is throbbing in my sweats, and my focus is being drawn from art to reality. Levi’s breathing gets louder, and so does mine. His stomach starts contracting.
I keep working as long as I can, until Levi whispers across the space, “I need you.”
The shudder that goes through my body has my hand jumping off the page.
I get up from my chair. I push down my sweats and grab the lube from under the table. Levi watches every movement, and when I slick my cock, he lets out a low, breathy sound. I pump more lube into my hand, then I cross into the circle again.
I sit on the floor facing Levi. I motion him to come to me. His body curls toward me instantly. He gathers himself from the pose and crawls into my lap, straddling my legs with his knees on the floor.
As I reach between his legs, his hands settle on my shoulders.
When I start massaging lube into his hole, he leans down and presses his lips to mine.
He kisses me gently. He breathes into me while I work his body open.
I sweep my tongue into his mouth and devour his moan as he shudders against me.
Then I lie back and guide his hips down.
I hold my cock upright so Levi can sink onto it. His lips part and he sucks in a breath as he eases down, taking me into his body. My eyes try to close because it feels so good, but I force them to stay open so I can see every tiny detail of his response.
When Levi is fully seated, his ass flush against my pelvis, my cock deep inside him, he shudders so hard that his hands fall to my chest. It makes his wings shiver behind him.
I stroke my thumbs against his hips. I wait and let him feel everything. He starts to rock.
I moan as my cock moves inside him, as his body grinds on mine. My eyes close in spite of my efforts, and for one dark moment, I lose myself there. Fear twists at the sensation of a movement that isn’t mine.
Then, from that dark space, I hear Levi command, “Look at me.”
I open my eyes and gasp at the sight of him, golden with candlelight, his wings fanning above me, his face full of love. He smiles as I come back to him. He rolls his hips and makes me moan.
I start thrusting up into him, and he moans too, shuddering and rocking and fucking himself harder on me. His cock is stiff and straining. I lift one hand from his hips and sweep my thumb across his flushed tip to gather a fat bead of precum.
Levi makes a deep, needy sound as I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck off the sweetness.
“I love you,” he breathes, rocking harder on me, clenching and shuddering. “I really love you.”
“I love you too, angel,” I answer, and he cries out, seizing on me.
Cum leaps from his cock onto my chest. I cry out at the sight and the sensations. My body draws tight, and I start coming inside him. I strain through the release, shuddering and seizing and thrusting up into him through every wave of it until it feels like my soul is lifting from my body.
But Levi is there to catch it. He holds it in the safe, warm space of himself as he curls over me and settles against my body, covering me with his wings.