the movements were so slow, felt so delicate that once levi spoke it was like a knife cutting through the air, but miles welcomed the sound of his voice, his heart beating faster at his words, hands moving to grasp at the bedsheets already as if he could feel he was starting to lose himself. “what if i wanna be punished?” he challenged, knowing it probably wouldn’t end in his favour but wanting to know anyway. something about the way levi spoke now, the way he carried himsef, his touch, excited him. “got it. whatever you want, baby.” gasping softly as he slipped his thumb in, hardly able to concentrate on anything else, breathing shallow, he let out a short laugh. “if you carry on talkin’ like that i think i’m gonna come easier than either of us are hoping for.”







