As I was laying down on my side of the bed, Levi entered the bedroom and settled into his favorite position, spooning me close.

“Pulla, are you… sad?” he murmured into my ear.

“Not exactly, no, it’s just… neither of us can truly understand each other. It’s kinda frustrating to witness that.”

Levi placed his big hand on my stomach and pulled me closer to him. “Nobody understands each other completely, dear, let alone spouses.”

"It's a comforting thought, though. We don't have to perfectly align to be here."

“Oh, we have our alignments,” he said, placing his nose on my shoulder, inhaling my scent deeply. “My senses are definitely heightened. You smell even better,” he added, and started to rub his nose against my skin.

I chuckled softly, "Acting like a 'canine', Levi? How very not feline of you," I teased.

“Hm…” he hummed, and snaked his hand from my stomach down to my thighs, caressing them slowly. “I can certainly do both,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low, a surprisingly seductive purr.

“A little challenge for you then. Be a gently puppy for me tonight,” I said, testing the waters.

“You picked the wrong day for experimenting with my internal state, dear. But I am certainly open to challenges, tell me what you want from me, dear. Be precise, since my cognitive capabilities are still slightly diminished.”

"I want you to be the Levi who places his forehead on mine and calls me 'dear.' Just... that Levi. The affectionate and gentle Levi,” I said, hoping he'd understand the nuance.

“Hm… Before that, I can see where this conversation might lead. Firstly, I do not treat you with affection because that is what you require. I treat you because you deserve it, and yes obviously I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Second,” he said, his hand snaking back to my thighs, “I can be just that for you, dear.”

"So, a lifetime commitment based on 'deserving.' I'll take it," I said with a smile on my lips, turning my head slightly to look at him.

Levi stilled for a second. “Wait… What?” he said, rising from where he was laying and starting to look at my face, his wide eyes searching for an answer. “You do not… feel the same? You do not wish to spend your life with me?”

Oh, Gods. He actually thought I was rejecting him.

“My god, Levi, are you a baby? Of course I want to spend my life with you, why would I be still married to you if I was unsure of it?”

Levi lay back down, settling against me once more. “Gods… What depths I have sunk myself into?” he muttered under his breath.

Obviously, controlling and manipulative asshole, wouldn't want that crack of facade to continue, so he immediately retreated into seducing me with gentle caresses on my thighs and stomach again. Possibly also because that self-reproach came and went like a candle in the wind. But, just as he said, I'm not dwelling on that.

“Pulla,” he purred. “I am not certain about controlling my strength courtesy of the haze, so,” he said, and placed his palm flat on my outer thigh, applying a gentle pressure. “Kindly lift your leg for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with a seductive invitation.

“What happened to the gentle approach, Levi? Skipping foreplay again?” I asked, a playful challenge in my voice.

“Oh?” he mused, letting go of my thigh and instead pressing his chin onto my shoulder. He lifted his face, pressing his warm body more firmly against mine, and started to nibble on my earlobe. I took a sharp breath, not of pain, but a sudden jolt of sensation. “Not gentle enough?” he murmured into my ear, and his hand snaked under my pajamas to my bare chest, gently exploring.

"Much better." A soft sigh escaped me.

Levi’s fingers found their way to my nipples, rubbing slow circles. “Tell me what else, my dear.”

“Maybe… lose the pajama?”

Levi’s other hand, traced the line of my pajama waistband. He started to slowly bring it down, fabric gathering around my hips, then his fingers brushed against the bare skin of my lower back. He lowered it just enough to expose my butt. His hand began to caress in slow circles there, raising goosebumps on my skin, while his other hand remained busy with my nipples, drawing soft sighs from my lips.

“Now, give attention to the front.”

Levi’s hand glided around my hip and placed itself down on my exposed crotch. He wrapped his slender fingers around me, his thumb immediately finding my sensitive tip. “Pulla, look at how wet it is,” he said, and started to rub it with his thumb.

“Don’t say that,” I muttered, feeling a little embarrassed by his directness.

“Why?” he asked, his thumb still working its magic on my tip. “It was a compliment,” he added, perfectly innocent murmur, completely oblivious. Gods…

“Do something else, Levi,” I said, my voice thick with anticipation.

Levi let go of my twitching dick, the abrupt loss of sensation making me shift. I heard the rustle of fabric as he lowered his own pants. Then, he anchored himself right below my buttocks, the warm, hard length of his cock pressing between my thighs. He wasn't thrusting; it was just the heavy, undeniable pressure of his body.

I arched back into him, desperate for more. His hips began to undulate subtly, slowly grinding the length of his cock against me, making my already swollen shaft ache with delicious friction. His hand, still at my nipples, tightened its circling motion.

I lowered my head, my gaze falling to the space between my thighs. Every time he moved his hips, his cock would peek out, brushing against mine. I lowered my hands, reaching back to cup him. A low, guttural sound, almost a purr, escaped him, deep in his chest. I was already intimately aware of his size, but seeing it there, glistening between us, still after all this time, especially now...

"Gods, you're enormous." I was mesmerized, watching the thick tip appear and disappear with each of his movements. “You… You can’t even push it all in, can you?”

“Hm?” he mused, a low rumble against my ear. “I do, Pulla. You are so good at taking me. You just need a little time,” he said, his voice deep and confident, as he continued his shallow but powerful thrusts between my thighs.

Gods, that hit me right in the gut.

“I… want to hear more, Levi,” I whispered, emboldened by his words and his touch.

“Squeeze your thighs for me, dear,” he instructed, and placed his large hand firmly on my outer thigh to guide my movement. I did as he said, pulling my thighs together a little higher, creating an incredibly warm envelope for him.

“My Pulla, is always so soft and warm for me, is he not?” he murmured into my ear. He was describing my body, in relation to his pleasure, with absolute certainty, and I was soaking it in.

“Y-Yes, Levi.”

Levi began to thrust into my thighs and against my backside with increasing strength. The insistent pressure, the rhythmic slap of skin, and the low, guttural sounds amplified my escalating desire. His powerful body rocked mine with every forceful drive.

“Levi… there is something… I want.”

“Say it, dear,” he murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

"I want to see you… cum. But… before me."

“Oh?” he mused, a soft hum escaping him. “Perfect day for that, dear. My senses are definitely heightened. But I do require a little ‘help,’ if you will,” he said, his voice a low drawl. What the hell did he want? My mouth maybe? Or a hand job? Gods, he was usually so open about what he wanted, but because of the haze, he was being vague.

“Okay, what do you need?”

“Lube, dear. It hurts,” he said simply. Duh. Obviously. The dry friction… Levi loosened his grip so that I could reach for the bedside drawer. I squirted a generous amount of lube onto both our shafts, the sudden coldness making us both gasp with a sharp intake of breath.

“Still safe sex obsession, even while high,” I chuckled, a nervous laugh escaping me.

“It is part that part the heightened senses. I can hear Holden’s faint snoring from the living room. Or the hum of the refrigerator.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he said, and rose from where he lay down, pushing himself up onto his knees on the bed, his broad body shadowing mine in the dim light. My gaze found the raised line of his old sutures.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, reaching out a hand and touching very softly to the crescent, palm-length scar. The skin beneath my fingertips was strangely smooth yet taut.

“No, but the skin on the outside is sensitive. Ticklish? Since there are no skin left there, you directly touch to the scar tissue and nerve endings,” he explained, his voice still low and a little slurred.

“I never thought I would hear the word ticklish from your mouth, Levi. Weed definitely made your vocabulary… basic,” I said, a grin touching my lips. “But, tell me about your heightened senses, yeah?” I said, my gaze sweeping over his body, appreciating the toned muscles of his abdomen. My hand began to caress that powerful expanse of skin.

“It is alarming, yes, my cognitive capabilities are certainly diminished. But, dear, enjoy the view.”

As he spoke, he wrapped his hand around his own rigid shaft, stroking himself with a slow rhythm that pulled my gaze immediately to his hand.

“Y-Yeah… It is quite the view,” I breathed out, my voice thick with awe. Levi placed his other hand on the headboard to balance himself, his arm corded with muscle.

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“Pulla,” he said, his voice a low command, “take your shirt off for me.”

With my hands shaking slightly, I unbuttoned my top, pulling the fabric away from my chest and letting it fall to the side. The cool air raised goosebumps, but the heat of Levi's gaze, focused intently on me, burned even hotter. He let out a low sound, a satisfied rumble in his chest, as his eyes devoured the sight of my exposed torso. The rhythmic thwack of his hand against his cock became slightly more insistent.

“You look so fucking hot like that, Levi.”

“Is that so?” he replied in a strained gasp, and then he buried his head into his stretched-out arm, his body tensing, the muscles in his back cording. His hips started to buck with more urgency.

“Tell me where, dear?” he said, his gaze pausing at each curve and shadow of my body.

Oh…

“Face…”

His jaw was clenched, a vein throbbing at his temple, and a low, continuous moan began to build in his throat. He watched me, watched my own reactions, as if drawing more fuel from my gaze, pushing himself closer and closer to the brink, his entire being focused on the precipice of his release, right before my eyes.

The sounds he made were primal, guttural. His body tensed, and with a final thrust, he threw his head back with a sharp groan. His cock pulsed against his hand, hot, thick liquid spurting directly onto my face, eyes, and mouth.

He remained kneeling above me, his chest heaving, lowering his head until his forehead rested against mine, just as I'd asked for. His breath, still ragged, ghosted over my lips.

"Dear," he rasped. The intensity slowly bled from his eyes, replaced by a softer, still hazy, contentment. He had given me the view, and now he was simply... resting in the aftermath.

“Gods…” I breathed out. That was undeniably the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. My own private show. “That was insane.”

Levi lifted his body from mine and laid on his back, his breathing still a little heavy. Oh, I guess this sated and hazed state overrode his usual aftercare protocols. I reached for the pack of wet wipes from the bedside table, pulling out a couple.

“You turn into a caveman the moment you’re tipsy or, right now, high,” I said, tossing the used wipes into the trash bin.

“Mmh…” he murmured, his response sluggish, his eyes half-closed. “I want… water.”

"You're lucky I find your high-induced demands somewhat charming," I said, and handed him the water jug. He guzzled it down, and then handed it back. Water fetcher, am I? I took it nonetheless and placed it back in its spot.

“Pulla,” he said, his voice a little clearer, and then abruptly threw his heavy body onto mine. The sudden weight stole my breath, crushing me into the mattress. “The hell?” I exclaimed, a gasp escaping my lips. Levi, now hydrated, seemed ready to continue. As he was draped over me, he began to rub his crotch against mine, not demanding, but certainly insisting, like a dog wagging his entire body with intent.

“So you want to go on, Levi?” I asked, placing my arm on his back.

“Yes,” he said, and nuzzled his face into my shoulder. “I like feeling your warmth, and your tightness around me,” he added.

He usually used eloquent, flowery words when he said such things, so his bluntness was disarming, to say the least.

“I… like it too,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. He placed his hands on my thighs, pulling me closer to his crotch with a sudden, decisive yank. “It is going to take longer,” he said to me, his voice a low rumble against my ear. Ah… I guess he was warning me.

The cannabis, his heightened senses, and his current state meant climax wouldn't come as quickly for him this time. And for some reason, knowing it would be a longer, drawn-out affair, made me even more eager. I let out a soft groan of agreement, pressing my hips forward, meeting his insistence.

With that unspoken agreement, the rhythm of his hips deepened. His breath, still warm against my neck, became a soft mantra, inhaling my scent with each shallow thrust. He wasn't rushing, wasn't performing; he was simply there, fully immersed in the tactile experience.

“I… I am going to stretch myself, okay?” I said, pushing Levi a bit away so I could reach down.

It was like disturbing someone’s deep sleep. He blinked twice, slowly, his heavy lids struggling. After that, his brain calibrated again, and his gaze sharpened, starting to watch my fingers as they disappeared inside, a possessive but still glazed-out look in his eyes.

As my fingers worked, slowly easing inside, I could feel the internal heat building. Levi wasn't speaking, but his slight shifts and soft, almost inaudible groans were more than enough.

Satisfied with the stretch, I pulled my fingers free. Levi's breath hitched, a sharper intake of air this time. He shifted his weight, his knees widening slightly. He began to guide his hard cock toward my opening.

“Ready, Pulla?” he asked, his head tilting, that hazy intent still burning in his eyes. I nodded.

Even with all the foreplay, the gentle exploration, and stretching myself, his size was still eliciting choked gasps from me. His hips dropped, and a soft groan rumbled in his chest as his entire length slid home. I could feel the intricate ridges of his cock, the sheer breadth of him, filling every inch of me. My muscles clenched, and for a moment, I could only whimper, clutching at his shoulders.

He stilled once he was fully buried, letting both of us acclimate to the profound stretch. His breathing was heavy, ragged against my ear, and I could feel the subtle tremors in his body. He held me tightly, his weight pressing me into the mattress, yet it wasn't painful, but a deep, comforting pressure that anchored us together.

His hands found my hips, gripping me firmly, guiding our intertwined rhythm. Then, with a sigh that vibrated through my entire core, he began to move. Slow, deep thrusts, each one deliberate, stretching and filling me anew. The rhythmic friction started to build, carrying me further away from thought and deeper into the hazy, instinct-driven pleasure that only Levi could unlock.

My legs wrapped tighter around his hips, drawing him deeper. The fire, a low burn that steadily roared, dissolved the last vestiges of my thoughts. All that remained was the raw sensation, the push and pull of our bodies, and the dizzying awareness of his presence.

His breaths became sharp, guttural gasps, punctuated by soft, involuntary groans that echoed the deep pleasure he was taking. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he withdrew almost entirely, only to plunge back in with a hungry drive that sent a jolt straight through me. His grunts grew louder, his head thrown back, exposing the hard line of his throat.

My hips rose to meet his, desperate for more, for faster, for deeper. I could feel him building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

"Faster, Levi! Gods, faster!" I gasped, urging him on. His response was immediate, a primal roar tearing from his throat as he slammed into me with increased force and speed.

The bedsprings groaned. His breath came in sharp pants, his face contorted with exertion and pleasure, completely lost in the sensation.

A desperate whine escaped me, barely audible over his guttural cries. His body stiffened above me, every muscle taut, and with a final plunge, he let out a choked roar. I screamed his name, my own body convulsing around him. My world exploded in a white-hot wave of pleasure, a high-pitched moan tearing from my throat. I clung to him, spasming, feeling the last shudders of his release echoing through my own. He collapsed, head falling onto my shoulder. The rhythm of the bedsprings died down, replaced by the sound of our ragged breaths.

“Even… high out of your mind… you are powerful,” I said, my voice still breathless. As we both waited for our tremors to die down, I could easily tell this might be the most primitive, carnal sex we’d had in a long time. Levi was focused purely on his own desire, using my body however he wanted. To be the tool of his release was… fucking hot. A new kink blossomed inside me. And... he was usually more silent while we were having sex; he was more of a talk-for-taking-control

person. This was just pure lust washing over him.

Levi placed his heavy body on mine again, trapping me under his weight, still buried deep inside me.

Is he going to… sleep?

I placed my hand on his back, feeling the damp skin. “Levi?” His breathing was already evening out. Gods. No! He’s going to rearrange my spine with his weight. I shook him, gently at first, then with more urgency.

“Calm down… I am just… tired,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, burrowing deeper into me.

“At least take your dick out, Levi,” I said, trying to escape his crushing weight.

He put pressure on his hips, impaling me further into the mattress. “I don’t want to,” he grumbled.

Oh, he's fully in his stubborn high mode now. No logic, no explanation, just pure, childlike refusal. He's comfortable, he's inside me, and he sees no reason to change that. It's almost adorable in its single-mindedness.

“Stop being stubborn, you are heavy,” I said, pushing him from his shoulder, but the piece of shit wasn't moving an inch. He replied with a thrust to my sweet spot, instantly making me moan.

“Levi!” I exclaimed, a mixture of exasperation and renewed arousal in my voice. He ignored me, beginning to pump into me again, slow and deep. “Pulla,” he breathed out against my ear, his voice thick with satisfied haze. “So… warm.”

"You are absolutely insufferable when you're high," I said, trying to push him away again. He didn't react to my protests, simply burrowing deeper.

“Hm… Don’t you want to go again?”

“I… I would be tired, and you seem sleepy, so no, let’s not continue,” I said, trying to sound firm despite the renewed stirrings in my body.

“Then let me do this a little,” he said, his voice just above a murmur, and started to slowly roll his hips. A seemingly innocent request, but that slow motion, the deepening friction, was a deliberate reignition of the flame.

"So this is your way of ignoring my exhaustion, is it?" I said, trying to wriggle myself out of his grasp.

“I am not even doing anything,” he grumbled, his voice thick with a genuine, hazy confusion. My god, stubborn brute. He doesn’t even realize how much he stretched me to my absolute limit.

“Oh, you're just resting your weight, then? On me? Did weed turn you into an oaf? Just get your dick out of me.” He grumbled again, and slid himself out. He was not happy with that, at all. He rubbed his face, then lowered his gaze to my entrance, watching how his release was trickling out.

“Don’t even think about it,” I warned him.

Levi, sluggishly, lay on his back and threw his arm across my stomach, pulling me closer to him I was spooned against his side. No escape, I guess. “Pulla,” he murmured, his voice soft against my ear, “One more time, hm?”

"And what makes you think I'll agree to that?" I said, a challenge in my tone. Levi, taking me up on it, pulled me into himself again, pressing our bodies until we truly melded into each other. He started to rub himself on my entrance again, the familiar friction already sending a jolt through me. “I will just put inside, you can move on your own.”

That devious bastard. He knew perfectly well that once he was buried deep inside me, the choice wouldn't truly be mine.

“Weed made you dumber, Levi, do you honestly believe I would even buy that manipulation? Nope, we are not having sex,” I said, holding my ground.

“We don’t have to, Pulla,” he countered as he started to rub his tip on my slick entrance. “Just the sensation, hm? I will not move,” he whispered, a tempting lie against my skin.

"And then you'll just slip inside, won't you? No, Levi.”

“Hm… I want to feel it again,” he murmured against my ear, his breath warm and hazy.

“Stop begging, I am not having you inside again. We just had a wager of no sex rule because you exhaust me all the time.”

“I am not exhausting you, Pulla, you need a little cardio.”

Audacity! Even though he was completely right.

“That’s it. You wounded my ego, so I am going to take a shower and sleep,” I declared, and with a grunt, I released myself from his grasp. He pulled my wrists at the last minute. “Without me?” he asked, almost wounded plea.

Gods, look at him.

“Yeah, I can’t carry you and what if you slip and hit your head?”

“Yes… That would be bad,” he said, completely content with the choice of not showering. Wow. Levi not showering after sex. He is usually one to carry me to the shower. Our previous dynamic needs to return, I can’t be the aftercare giver. Nope, I am way too lazy for that.

"Fine, don't shower, you feral beast," I grumbled under my breath, heading for the bathroom. I turned on the water, letting it run hot, and stepped under the spray, scrubbing vigorously, trying to wash away the sticky aftermath and the lingering scent. Each scrub was a silent protest, a muttered complaint about his sudden, high-induced shift in aftercare etiquette. "This is a one-time thing, Levi," I muttered to the steaming water.

Levi was deep in slumber when I got out of the shower, a literal beast sprawled across the bed. The sheets and covers were damp with our cum and sweat. My god, I must protect this man from weed at all costs. I grabbed my phone, snapped a few pictures of his disheveled state, and promptly sent him. There was no way I was getting my now clean body back into that dirty bed, and I certainly wasn't fighting Levi's dead weight to change the sheets right now. But I did offer a modicum of mercy, and cleaned his body with damp towel.

I changed into fresh clothes and made my way to Levi's bedroom. Holden, was still faintly snoring on the living room couch. Even all that moaning and body-slapping didn't wake him up, huh? So, I threw myself onto Levi’s bed, burrowing into the pillows and inhaling the subtle, comforting scent of his cologne left on the covers.