I turned and headed towards the bathroom, the promise of what awaited me fueling my movements. The warm water cascaded over my skin, loosening the lingering tension from the day and heightening my physical awareness. My fingers trailed down my body, a brief, instinctive exploration, preparing myself for Levi's touch, for the way he would undoubtedly take control.

The air in Levi's bedroom was cool and still, the only light emanating from the soft glow of the city filtering through the panoramic windows. He was already there, standing by the bedside, his silhouette a study in elegant control. The metallic gleam of the cock ring on the dark wood of the nightstand caught my eye.

He turned as I entered, his gaze sweeping over my damp skin, a possessive intensity in his eyes. "Come here, Pulla," he commanded softly, his voice a low invitation that brooked no argument.

As I moved towards him, the cool air raising goosebumps on my damp skin, Levi didn't immediately reach out. He simply watched, his gaze a palpable weight, making me feel utterly exposed and intensely desired.

When I was just a few steps away, close enough to feel the subtle warmth radiating from his body, he finally moved. His hand reached out, not to touch me intimately, but to cup the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin there.

"You took your time," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my skin.

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze flickering to the cock ring on the nightstand. My throat tightened slightly.

Levi seemed to sense my apprehension. His thumb stroked my neck with a soothing rhythm, his eyes softening slightly. "Raphael," he murmured, his voice losing its edge of command, becoming almost… persuasive. "There is nothing to fear. Only… pleasure."

He stepped back slightly, his gaze searching mine. "Let me show you, pulla. Of course," he murmured, his thumb still gently stroking the back of my neck. "Safety and comfort are paramount, always."

He paused, his eyes meeting mine with reassurance. "Our signal will be two taps on the shoulder. Clear and simple. If at any point you wish to slow down, pause, or stop entirely, two taps, and I will immediately comply. Since we are not exploring anything too elaborate, yet," a hint of a familiar plotting smile flickered across his lips, "I do not believe we require any further signals."

The weight of my apprehension eased slightly, replaced by a renewed sense of trust. "Alright," I said, my voice a little steadier now, a small smile returning to my lips. "Two taps. Understood."

Levi's gaze intensified, his hand sliding from the nape of my neck down my chest, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of my ribs.

"Now," he murmured, his voice a low growl, "let's see how exquisitely sensitive you can be, pulla."

A curious tension coiled in my gut as I watched Levi's deliberate movements. When his eyes met mine, there was a silent question. I offered a slight tilt of my head, a wordless yes.

Then, the cool metal slid over the head of my cock, a surprisingly intense sensation – a brief constriction followed by a dull, throbbing pressure. It felt… different. Restrained, somehow. My breath hitched for a moment.

Levi's gaze was a palpable weight, scrutinizing my reaction. I focused on his eyes, trying to convey my acceptance, the burgeoning curiosity outweighing any fleeting unease. When his slow smile spread across his lips, a mirroring smile touched my own.

"Ready, pulla?" he murmured, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within me.

A thrill shot through me, a mixture of anticipation and a touch of something akin to… excitement at the subtle shift in power. "Ready," I breathed out, my voice a little shaky, my gaze locked on his. The constriction felt… promising.

"Indeed," he murmured, his gaze sweeping down my body, lingering for a moment on the subtle outline of the cock ring beneath my still-damp skin.

"Now, I trust you with your… preparation in the shower," he said, his voice a low command that sent a shiver down my spine. His fingers then reached for the knot of my bathrobe, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The silk slid open, revealing my nakedness to his intense gaze while he remained fully clothed.

The contrast – my exposed vulnerability against his contained presence – heightened the already charged atmosphere. I felt a flush creep up my neck, a mixture of arousal and a sense of being utterly at his mercy.

A thrill, sharp and insistent, shot through me as Levi’s hand found the small of my back, gently but firmly guiding me towards the bed.

He crawled over me, his weight pressing down, not heavily. “Pulla,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl that vibrated against my ear, “tonight; you will learn what restraint means.”

Levi shifted his weight slightly, his hands framing my face, his thumbs gently stroking my cheekbones. His gaze remained locked with mine for a long, drawn-out moment, the intensity building between us. Then, slowly, deliberately, his focus shifted downwards.

My breath hitched as I understood his intent. A flush of heat spread through me. His fingers loosened their grip on my face, one hand sliding down my chest, tracing the line of my sternum, while the other moved lower, gently spreading my thighs.

The cool air of the room kissed my exposed skin as he positioned himself. Then, the first touch – the warm, slick slide of his tongue against the sensitive skin of my entrance. A gasp escaped my lips, an involuntary sound of surprise.

He continued his ministrations, his tongue a skilled and relentless instrument, exploring every crease and curve. The sensations were intense, a delicious friction building in a place that was both intensely sensitive and often overlooked.

A guttural moan tore from my throat as the pressure intensified, the slick heat building to an almost unbearable level. My hips arched involuntarily, pressing myself further into his seeking mouth, desperate for more of the torment. His hands tightened their grip – one digging into my hip, grounding me against the sheets, while the other tangled fiercely in my hair, tilting my head back, exposing my vulnerable neck. I was completely at his mercy, every nerve ending screaming for release, yet the ring held my throbbing cock hostage.

The world dissolved into a haze of pure sensation – the wet heat of his mouth, the rhythmic lapping of his tongue, the insistent pressure against my most sensitive spot. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling with the force of the building pleasure. I was so close, the edge tantalizingly within reach, yet the restraint was absolute.

Between ragged gasps, the words tumbled out, thick with lust and surprise. "Levi... You... You never did that before, you are..."

He paused for a fraction of a second, just long enough to let the anticipation build to an almost unbearable level, before resuming his relentless rythym. He shifted his weight, crawling further up my body, his hands now framing my face once more, his thumbs gently brushing against my swollen lips. His gaze dropped to my still-throbbing cock. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, a silent promise of the pleasure he still intended to deliver – on his terms.

Without a word, he lowered his head, his mouth finding mine in a deep kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth, mirroring the insistent rhythm he had just employed.

The kiss was demanding, urgent. His hands tightened their grip on my face, holding me captive as his tongue explored every corner of my mouth.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he broke the seal of our mouths, his breath hot against my lips. His gaze dropped, his eyes locking onto my chest. One hand left my face, trailing down my sternum, the fingers lightly brushing against the sensitive skin.

A sharp intake of breath escaped me as his thumb and forefinger found one of my nipples, gently pinching and rolling it. The sensation was insane, a jolt of pure nerve ending pleasure that shot straight down to my already throbbing cock.

He repeated the action on my other nipple, his touch alternating between gentle teasing and firm pressure. My hips bucked instinctively against his, a silent plea for the deeper penetration I knew was coming, but he held back, savoring every reaction.

A desperate plea tore from my throat, the restraint becoming almost unbearable. "Levi please… Please just fuck me."

Levi stilled his ministrations on my nipples, his gaze hardening slightly, a hint of the dominant edge returning to his eyes. A slow, knowing smile stretched across his lips. "Oh? Dear," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr, "do I have to tie your mouth, too?"

A shiver, not entirely unpleasant, ran down my spine.

“Pulla,” he purred, his voice a silken caress that belied the steel beneath, “you never wait for me, do you? Always so eager, so… demanding.” He paused, his gaze dropping to my straining cock. “This,” he continued, his eyes flicking back to mine, “is simply… correction. Or perhaps retribution. Payback, even.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Now, now… I know how you enjoy praises, the sweet words that tumble from my lips. But what about… very little pain, hmm?”

Without waiting for a response, his teeth grazed one of my already sensitive nipples, a sharp, exquisite bite that elicited a gasp. The sensation was intense, a sudden flare of discomfort quickly overtaken by a rush of raw arousal.

A shaky breath escaped my lips. Meeting his intense gaze, I managed a strained whisper, "No bruises, and very little pain."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Levi's lips, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Such a quick learner," he murmured, his thumb gently tracing the spot he had just marked with his teeth. "Very little pain it is."

He leaned down, his tongue now soothing the tender flesh he had just nipped, sending another wave of shivers through me.

His gaze lifted, locking with mine once more. "Now," he breathed, his voice thick with a renewed intensity, "where were we?" His hips shifted, a subtle pressure against my own.

A gasp escaped my lips as Levi's hand, cool and deliberate, encircled the base of my throbbing cock. The contrast between the gentle restraint there and the sudden, sharp pressure of his other fingers digging into the flesh of my ass sent a jolt of raw sensation through me.

Levi watched my reaction intently, his eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. He maintained the steady pressure with his fingers, stretching me open, preparing the way for his entry, while his thumb on my cock teased the sensitive underside, drawing a frustrated moan from my throat.

His fingers, which had been stretching my hole, finally stilled, the pressure replaced by a slick, wet warmth. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as the head of his cock pressed against my opening.

He paused for a long, drawn-out moment, the tip teasing against my sensitive entrance, stretching me slowly.

Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside.

A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips, a mix of surprise and the sheer intensity of the sensation. He filled me completely, stretching me to my limit. I clenched around him, my body adjusting to his size. The first thrust was slow and deep, a stretching sensation that made me gasp again. He watched my reaction intently.

"Levi," I gasped, my hands clenching the sheets, my body beginning to tremble. "Please... faster..." The words were a desperate plea, a surrender to the overwhelming sensation.

He paused, his gaze locking with mine, a hint of a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Faster, pulla?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Then, without waiting for my reply, he granted my wish.

His pace quickened, the slow, deliberate thrusts giving way to a more urgent rhythm. Each stroke was deep and powerful, filling me completely, the friction intensifying the burning need that was consuming me. My head thrashed against the pillows, my moans becoming louder, more desperate.

The ring felt like a vise, making every stroke a tormenting delight. "Take it out…" I gasped, my voice raw, my control shattering. "Please, let me…" My hips bucked frantically, a desperate plea for release.

Levi’s grip tightened on my hips, anchoring me beneath him, his pace remaining relentless, unforgiving. "No," he said firmly, his gaze locked on my face, watching my descent into unadulterated lust. "Why deny me this pleasure, pulla? The pleasure of seeing you like this?"

Just as I thought I might shatter, Levi’s grip on my hips tightened, and his other hand left its anchor point.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as his fingers found my nipples once more, this time not with gentle teasing, but with firm, deliberate pinches. The sudden flare of discomfort shot through the haze of lust, a jarring yet strangely arousing sensation that snapped my focus back to him.

“Remember our agreement, pulla?” he murmured.

Then, his fingernails, sharp and precise, raked lightly across my chest, leaving faint, stinging trails on my skin. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but the brief, a subtle infliction of controlled pain.

My body tensed, a mixture of surprise and a heightened awareness of his power. Just as I braced myself, his teeth grazed my neck, a sharp, possessive nip that sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin. Every drag of his teeth, every sting of his nails tangled with the ache between my legs, until pain and pleasure blurred into one indistinguishable, shuddering need.

“Levi… please…” I choked out, my voice trembling, each word punctuated by a ragged gasp. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, a mixture of lust and the unbearable frustration of being so utterly at his mercy.

His pace remained merciless, each deep thrust a calculated act of denial. His fingers dug into my nipples, the pinches sharper now, eliciting whimpers that mingled with my desperate moans. The light scratches of his nails across my skin felt like tiny sparks of fire.

“Please, Levi… I can’t… I need…” My pleas were fragmented, broken by shuddering breaths and involuntary cries.

A flicker of his familiar plotting smile returned to Levi's face. He paused, his movements slowing just enough to heighten the torture.

"Pulla," he murmured, his voice a low, husky purr, "if you are going to deny me the distinct pleasure of witnessing you so utterly undone… then you must persuade me for the better, no?"

Persuade him? What could I possibly offer in this state of utter desperation?

"Levi…" I gasped, my voice raw and trembling, tears blurring my vision. "Please… I'll do anything… anything you want…" The words tumbled out, a desperate offering of complete submission in exchange for release.

"Anything, pulla?" he echoed, his pace remaining deliberately slow, each thrust a calculated act of torment. "Such a broad promise. You know I will hold you to that."

He paused, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle midst the storm of sensation he had unleashed. "Tell me why I should release you, Raphael. Give me a reason that outweighs my considerable enjoyment of your… predicament."

"I… I don't know," I choked out, my voice thick with unshed tears and the raw desperation of my body. My mind was a fog of pure sensation, the relentless pounding, the throbbing restraint, the lingering sting of his bites – it had all but obliterated coherent thought.

My hips continued to buck against his, involuntary spasms of need. My hands clawed at the sheets, my knuckles white. The words wouldn't form, only broken gasps and whimpers.

"Please, Levi…" I managed again, the plea raw and devoid of any cleverness or strategy. "I… I just… need…"

"Precisely, pulla," he murmured, his voice a low, husky purr that resonated deep within me. "You need. And I decide when that need is met."

He continued to manipulate my body, his fingers now finding purchase on my hips, lifting me slightly with each stroke, driving himself deeper.

Masochist? Was this who I truly was? Someone who found a thrill in the anticipation of pain, the surrender of control? Levi hadn't even laid a hand on me, hadn't exerted any overt physical dominance. His whispered words, the mere suggestion of prolonged denial and my dependence on his touch, were enough to stir a confusing cocktail of dread and desire within me.

A newfound confidence, a strange thrill of anticipation, seemed to radiate from me as I spoke. "Levi, you know what? I think… I am kinda ready for that."

But before that nascent resolve could fully solidify, Levi's voice, smooth as velvet yet laced with an undercurrent of command, cut through the quiet.

"Raphael, tell me. What is it that you desire?"

In that moment, under his intense gaze, stripped bare both physically and emotionally, I felt the full force of his charisma, the almost magnetic pull of his will. It was as if the veil had lifted, and I saw, tasted, experienced the very essence of being utterly charmed, of willingly yielding to something both alluring and dangerous – the Devil himself, cloaked in seductive whispers and knowing glances.

My breath hitched. The raw, primal need from moments before was a dull throb, but now it was overlaid with a different kind of hunger – a hunger for his control, for the exquisite tension of denied pleasure, for the subtle sting of his dominance.

"Pure filth, debauchery, two pigs rolling around in the dirt. This is what I want right now."

Levi's reaction was immediate and electrifying. His predatory smile widened, a mirror to the raw hunger he now saw blazing in my eyes.

"Filth?" His voice was a low, guttural growl, his grip on my hips tightening possessively. "Debauchery? My sweet Raphael, it seems you have finally found your language." He leaned closer, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. "Then let us wallow in the filth together."

His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, a bruising squeeze that elicited a sharp intake of breath. "Pulla, all on fours for me," he commanded.

"Yes," I gasped, my voice hoarse and trembling, the word torn from my throat. My hands instinctively reached forward, planting themselves on the soft mattress, my body shifting to obey his command. My knees followed, pressing into the sheets as I lowered myself onto all fours, presenting myself to him.

My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against the mattress. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a tight knot of longing coiling in my belly.

Then, the world shifted. A hand, strong and possessive, snaked around my throat from behind. Levi's fingers, firm yet surprisingly gentle, tightened just enough to remind me of his absolute control.

His breath, hot and ragged, ghosted against my ear. "Really good, Pulla." he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated against my skin. "Just like that."

"Please, Levi… Fuck me. Hard."

"That is it, Pulla," Levi breathed, his voice thick with arousal, the praise a stark contrast to the possessive grip on my throat. "You are learning. Show me how much you need me."

Then, with a guttural growl, he finally surged forward, his cock slamming into my slick, eager hole with brutal force. A gasp tore from my throat, a sound that was both pain and pure pleasure.

He began to fuck me hard, his movements rough and demanding, mirroring the primal urgency of my plea. Each thrust was deep and powerful, driving into me with a relentless rhythm that sent jolts of pure sensation through my core.

His hand remained clamped around my throat, the pressure increasing with each forceful thrust.

"Pulla, take a deep breath for me," he commanded and forcefully pressed my head against the pillow.

The sudden command, issued amidst the brutal rhythm of his fucking, sent a jolt of panic through me. The pressure on my throat intensified, pressing my face into the pillow, cutting off my air. My hands clawed at the sheets, a desperate, silent protest.

Just as the edges of my vision began to darken, the pressure eased. Levi’s hand left my throat, the absence a startling relief. I gasped, sucking in a ragged breath, my lungs burning.

"Deep breath," he commanded again, his voice low and firm, the earlier heat replaced by a chilling authority.

My chest heaved as I obeyed, drawing in a shaky inhale, the air feeling thin and precious.

"Levi… Calm down a bit with the breath play… I’m gonna faint," I managed, the words still muffled by the pillow, but infused with a more urgent tone.

His relentless thrusts faltered again, the brutal rhythm momentarily disrupted. He pulled back slightly, enough for me to turn my head and meet his intense gaze. The possessive fury that had flared in his eyes softened, replaced by a flicker of something that might have been concern, though it was quickly masked.

"Faint?" he echoed, his grip on my hips still tight. "Do not be dramatic, Pulla."

He resumed his movements, but the earlier, unrestrained brutality was tempered. The thrusts were still deep and forceful, but there was a fraction more consideration, a hint of restraint in his powerful body.

"Pulla," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl, "the one thing I enjoy the most is this very defiance of yours. Even on the precipice, even with the taste of fear on your tongue, you still find a way to disobey, to defy."

His grip on my hips tightened, anchoring me beneath him. "Chasing you, Raphael," he continued, his breath hot against my neck, "that is the exquisite game of all. The push and pull, the yielding and the resistance… it sharpens the pleasure."

A ragged gasp escaped my lips, the relentless pounding and the suffocating fear having pushed me to the very edge. "Levi…" I choked out, my voice trembling, "I am so, so close…"

A low chuckle rumbled in Levi's chest, a sound that held a hint of both satisfaction and a lingering promise of more to come. "Considering the night so far, and your… spirited defiance," he murmured, his grip on my hips easing slightly, "I will be merciful to you, Pulla. Go ahead."

The dam finally broke. My body clenched around him, my back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over me. A guttural cry tore from my throat, a primal sound of release and surrender.

Levi remained inside me, his own movements slowing, allowing me to fully experience the cascading sensations. His hands, which had been instruments of control, now gently stroked my sides.

As the tremors subsided, a heavy stillness settled over us, broken only by our ragged breathing. Levi shifted slightly, pulling out slowly, the sensation leaving me feeling both sated and strangely vulnerable.

He leaned over me, his gaze intense, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "But," he said, his voice a low, possessive whisper, "this is not over, Pulla. Not by a long shot."

The lingering tremors of release still coursed through me, leaving me feeling both exquisitely sated and strangely vulnerable.

Then, his voice, low and commanding, cut through the stillness. "Sit on top, Raphael."

A slow breath escaped my lips. This wasn't the surrender of before; this was a more deliberate act, a conscious choice to place myself in a position of… power? Or perhaps, a different kind of submission, one where I controlled the pace, but within the boundaries he had set.

My muscles, still slightly trembling from the recent release, tensed as I shifted, pushing myself up from the bed. I hesitated for a moment, my gaze locked with his, trying to decipher the intent behind his command. What did he want from me in this position? Was it a test? A reward? Or simply a new way to exert his dominance?

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, I obeyed. I turned, kneeling over him, straddling his hips. The contact was immediate and intense – the hard planes of his chest beneath my thighs, the heat radiating from his skin, the unwavering intensity of his gaze locked on mine.

"Raphael, if you dare to release all over me, or my clothes… Well, who knows what I might think?"

The freedom of being on top, the potential to dictate the rhythm and depth, was now tempered by the clear boundary he had just established. The pleasure of release, which had been so intense moments ago, now carried a caveat. To disregard his warning would be to invite unknown consequences, a prospect that held a strange mix of trepidation and a perverse curiosity.

The game was far from over; it had merely evolved. The power dynamic was fluid, shifting and swirling between us like the humid night air.

A slow smile, a mirror of the one playing on Levi's lips, tugged at the corners of my mouth. "And what delicious thoughts might those be, Levi?" I purred, my voice a deliberate caress, my hands now gliding over his chest, my fingertips teasing the hard nubs of his nipples.

My hips began a slow, deliberate grind against his, a silent assertion of the control I now held over his pleasure. The friction was immediate, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

"Tempting fate, Pulla?" he hissed, his hands gripping my hips, halting my movement. "Very tempting indeed. But remember who holds the leash, even when you are the one riding."

“So you will not be giving me power, even when you are under me, your cock aching for my hole?”

"Power, Raphael?" he echoed, his voice a husky whisper, his gaze locked on mine. "Control is a multifaceted jewel. And pleasure… pleasure is a potent form of power in itself."

His hands shifted slightly on my hips, his thumbs now tracing the curve of my lower back, a subtle caress that belied the firmness of his grip. "My desire for your intimacy is undeniable," he admitted, his gaze dropping momentarily to the juncture of our bodies. "And you, positioned above me, holding that delicate balance… you certainly possess a degree of influence in this moment, Raphael. The influence to bestow satisfaction, or indeed, to delay it."

"Raphael," Levi murmured, his voice a low instruction, his hands releasing my hips, allowing me a greater range of movement. "Learn how to wield this influence. Let this be a moment of… instruction for you. Understand how to employ power."

A slow smile spread across my lips.

My hips began to move again, a slow, deliberate sway, testing the boundaries of this newfound freedom. The friction against his still-aroused flesh was immediate. His eyes darkened, a flicker of anticipation in their depths.

Emboldened, I deepened the movement, grinding my hips against his. A low groan escaped my lips, a mixture of my own building arousal and a deliberate attempt to elicit a reaction from him.

"Tell me, Levi," I purred, my voice a husky whisper, leaning down until my breath ghosted across his lips. "Does this… influence… please you?" My hips rotated again, a more insistent pressure building between us. "Or would you prefer I relinquish it… and return to my more… submissive role?"

A slow smile stretched across Levi's lips, a hint of genuine amusement dancing in his eyes. "Total submission, Raphael," he stated, "is frankly, and utterly boring to me."

His hands, which had been resting loosely at his sides, now rose, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my back. "The dance, the push and pull, the tension of your defiance… that is where the true pleasure lies."

If the dance was what truly pleased him, then I would become a skilled partner.

I deepened my sway, dictating the pace with a newfound confidence. My hands, still splayed across his expanse, now found their target – his sensitive nipples.

My fingers teased them gently at first, circling the taut peaks, feeling them harden beneath my touch. I watched his face intently, noting the subtle flicker in his eyes, the slight clench of his jaw. A small, triumphant smile touched my lips. He might hold the ultimate dominion, but in this moment, I held his pleasure in my hands.

I increased the pressure, gently pinching and rolling his nipples between my fingers, varying the intensity, exploring the nuances of his reactions. His breath hitched, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.

A surge of triumph mixed with raw desire coursed through me. He was reacting. I shifted my weight slightly, angling my body to guide his already hard cock towards my slick, aching entrance.

With a slow, deliberate slide, I lowered myself, feeling the thick head of his cock.. A gasp escaped my throat, a mixture of anticipation and the familiar, intoxicating ache. I paused there for a breath, savoring the moment.

Then, with a controlled descent, I took him inside. Inch by agonizing inch, I slid down onto his length, feeling him fill me completely, stretching me wide. A low moan escaped my lips.

I settled fully onto him, my thighs gripping his hips, my hands still teasing his sensitive nipples. The feeling of him buried deep within me, combined with the knowledge that I was dictating this dance, was intoxicating. I began to move again, a slow, sensual ride, milking him with each deliberate slide.

"Tell me now, Levi," I murmured, my breath hot against his ear, my hips rotating with increasing urgency. "Does this influence please you?"

"Do not ask, see for yourself, Pulla," he instructed, his voice thick with a building desire that mirrored my own.

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, my hips continuing their sensual rhythm. I watched his eyes, the slight flare of his nostrils, the almost imperceptible clench of his jaw. His breath hitched as I deepened the kiss, my tongue tangling with his.

My hips increased their pace, the friction building a delicious heat between us. I continued to tease his nipples, varying the pressure, watching as his control began to slip, his composure starting to fray. Low moans escaped his lips, involuntary sounds that spoke volumes.

"See, Levi?" I murmured against his mouth, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. "I am learning."

A genuine smile touched Levi's lips, a fleeting expression that softened his sharp features, making my heart skip a beat. "Yes, pulla," he murmured, his voice thick with a desire that finally seemed to outweigh his need for absolute control. "You do. And you look charming while doing it."

His hands, still gripping my hips, now shifted, his thumbs stroking the curve of my back, a subtle caress.

Emboldened by his praise, I deepened my rhythm, riding him with a newfound confidence. The power I held in this moment, the ability to elicit such a reaction from him, was intoxicating. I leaned down, pressing soft kisses along his jawline, my hands continuing their teasing exploration of his chest.

The rhythmic slide of my body against his, the feel of him deep inside me, intensified by the unexpected tenderness of his touch and words, was pushing me closer to the edge. My muscles clenched involuntarily, a familiar tightening that heralded the approaching release. My head fell forward, my hair brushing against his chest as I focused on the exquisite friction, the rhythmic pressure that was becoming almost unbearable.

"Levi…" I gasped, my voice thick with the nearness of climax.

My grip on his chest tightened, my knuckles white as I fought to hold onto the fading vestiges of control. But the waves of pleasure were too strong, too overwhelming. My body began to tremble, the contractions starting deep within my core.

Just as I was about to surrender to the blissful oblivion, Levi’s voice, a low command laced with a familiar expectation, cut through the haze.

“Pulla, do not disappoint me now.”

The words, though softly spoken. A wave of frustration mixed with the intense pleasure. Disappoint him? What did he expect?

“But… what do you want from me?” I gasped, pleasure cresting too high to bear alone.

“Think.” he urged, his hands now gripping my hips again, anchoring me against him. His gaze, though still intense, held a flicker of something akin to… guidance? He wasn’t stopping me, but he clearly had a specific outcome in mind.

Okay, let’s think. I can’t prolong the climax but… I can… I can make him cum too.

He didn't want me to stop; he wanted more. He wanted us to reach the peak together.

My focus shifted, the overwhelming sensations now channeled with a newfound purpose. Instead of simply surrendering to my own climax, I concentrated on the feel of him beneath me, the hard length of his cock buried deep within. I increased the intensity of my movements, grinding my hips with a more deliberate and urgent rhythm, seeking to ignite his own release. I leaned down, my breath hot against his ear, my voice thick with desire and a newfound sense of shared purpose.

The shift in my focus, the deliberate attempt to bring him to the edge alongside me, seemed to resonate with him. A low growl rumbled in his chest, his hands tightening on my hips, his own movements beginning to match my frantic pace.

"Just like that, pulla," Levi growled, his hands tightening on my hips, his body bucking beneath me, finally abandoning any pretense of control.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles bunching beneath my thighs. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing within me, mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart.

My own release was imminent, the waves of pleasure washing over me in increasingly powerful surges. But now, intertwined with my own sensations was the visceral awareness of his escalating arousal, the feeling of his body tightening, the ragged sounds escaping his lips.

We were locked together, two bodies hurtling towards a shared oblivion.

My body convulsed around Levi's thick length, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over me, each one more potent than the last. And then, I felt it – the unmistakable tensing of his muscles beneath me, the guttural cry that tore from his throat, the powerful surges of his own release flooding.

My grip on his chest tightened, my nails digging slightly into his skin as I rode out the final, shuddering waves of my release. A raw cry escaped my lips, a primal sound of surrender and utter bliss.

Levi bucked beneath me, his hips lifting off the mattress as his own climax reached its peak.

The world spun, the intensity almost overwhelming. We were past thought, past form—just heat and hunger, crashing into the same flame.