Chapter 26

To do that, though, would scare Levi off. By his admission, this was his first time. He already thought himself wrong for desiring another man. Seb wouldn’t—couldn’t—destroy that by playing this too rough and fast.

Closing his eyes helped. So did balling his hands into fists at his sides. He could concentrate on the intense deliberation of each of Levi’s motions, the slight tickle when he reached Seb’s stomach and he traced around the belly button, the minor burn where his shirttails rubbed along his hips when Levi pulled them free of his pants.

He jolted when lips pressed to a spot just below his collarbone, his hands grabbing onto Levi’s hips on instinct. To hold Levi in place, he lied to himself a second after he realized what he’d done. But a whisper from depths he usually tried to hide from said otherwise. To keep himself in check, because the desire raking within him seemed determined to send him to his knees.