Page 169 of Levi

He nods, eyes on me. “I trust you.”

I start with one slick finger, circling the tight seal of him until the muscle softens under the steady pressure. Only then do I press inside. He’s narrow, yielding slowly as I press in gentle circles, shallow at first, letting him feel the stretch without forcing depth. When his breathing evens and his hips give the smallest rock toward my hand, I curl my finger, searching until I find the spot that makes his breath catch sharp.

I stay there, applying steady pressure while I add more lube, coating him thoroughly. A second finger joins the first only when he yields easily to the initial stretch. The sensation is noticeable now. I feel the resistance give millimeter by millimeter as I carefully open him.

Every time his body tightens, I pause, nuzzling and sucking the sensitive skin of his inner thigh until he relaxes again. I refuse to rush. By the time I ease a third finger in, he’s trembling, but it’s no longer from tension. He’s rocking down onto my hand, chasing the fullness, the soft sounds spilling out of him unguarded. I press deep and slow, drawing out and widening each pass.

The glide is effortless now. The resistance has melted into pure warmth and the soft give of muscle that wants more rather than less. When I sink all three fingers in to the last knuckle, his body pulses around them in a welcoming rhythm instead of fighting the stretch.

I know he’s ready when I can move freely, when he’s arching into my touch. I draw them out, leaving him open and pliant. He makes a low, needy sound at the emptiness and reaches for me.

“I need you inside me tonight. Please, Dante. I want you to claim me as yours.”

“You asked me before what I was waiting on,” I say. “This is what I was waiting on. For you to be sure. For you to be all mine.”

“Can we do it bare?” he asks. “No condoms? You’re the only one who has ever touched me there. I swear. I want to feel you come inside me. I want everything.”

I’ve already thought about this a million times. I’ve always been very careful, always used condoms, tested regularly. I wouldn’t dare agree to this if I didn’t think it was safe for both of us.

“Yes, we can do that,” I say. “You know I would never put you at risk.”

I slide three fingers back in one last time, and his head tips back on a broken moan.

“You’re ready for me. Feel how open you are? That’s what my cock is going to feel like. You’re going to take me so well.”

“Hurry,” he begs.

Only then do I coat myself thoroughly. I line up, the blunt head of my cock pressing against him.

“Are you ready? Hold your legs back a little for me.”

He nods and grabs his legs.

His body yields the smallest fraction under the pressure, opening to receive the tip. The sensation around my cock is immediate and overwhelming — far more intense than any mouth, tighter than anything I’ve ever pushed into. I ease forward by millimeters, watching his face the entire time. The tension gives, and then I’m sliding into him.

“You okay? Don’t hold your breath, Levi. Breathe, baby.”

“Fuck yes.”

He grips every inch of me as I sink deeper. The pressure is exquisite, almost too much, milking the head of my cock before I’ve even fully seated myself.

His body is strung taut, his hands locked on my shoulders hard enough that I will wear the prints of them tomorrow. The sensation of him is shocking, wet and searing, his body so snug around me I can feel every minute shift of muscle as he relaxes and takes me in. I feel my own pulse throbbing inside him, and I know he feels it too.

Then he lets out a breath that breaks in the middle and pulls me down to him.

“Still okay?” I ask, against his mouth. The urge to thrust is nearly blinding, but I don’t move, buried halfway, letting him adjust to the sheer size of me.

“Yeah.” It’s barely a word. “I’m okay. You’re fucking huge but I can take it. Keep going.”

I sink the rest of the way in one long, careful glide. The last few inches vanish into that furnace heat and I bottom out, hips flush against him, fully sheathed in the most intense place I have ever been.

The sensation punches the air out of my lungs. He is pure fire around me, gripping me tight, the friction so profound it borders on pain, the good kind that makes my vision spark at the edges.

His pulse hammers against the underside of my cock. I have never felt anything like this. Not with anyone.

Because this is my Levi, open and trusting, taking all of me for the first time.

I move inside him, holding his eyes, telling him with every stroke what I feel.