Dimitri hovered over him---eyes dark, jaw tight, holding back everything that screamed to be let loose. Lev's lips were parted, breath shallow, his cheeks flushed from heat. His skin glowed under the dim morning light, his shirt clinging to his body like a second skin.
He looked wrecked. And beautiful.
''Last chance,'' Dimitri whispered, brushing his thump along Lev's jawline. ''Say stop, and I'll get up.'' Lev's eyes met his. Vulurable. Honest. Shining with everything he couldn't say.
''I don't want you stop,'' he whispered. That was it. Dimitri leaned in-slow, deliberate-and kissed him. Not hard. Not rushed. Just full.
Deep and consuming, like he had waited years for this. Lev gasped into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Dimitri's shirt before pulling it up, exposing warm skin and hard muscle. Dimitri helped him, tosing the shirt aside, his mouth never leaving Lev's.
The tension in the air cracked open. Lev arched up, needing friction. Dimitri responded with a soft growl, kissing down his neck, nipping lightly just under his jaw. ''You're burning,'' Dimitri muttered against his skin. ''Your scent...it's everywhere.'' Lev moaned softly as Dimitri's hand slipped under his shirt, caressing the trembling skin of his waist.
Then he pulled back for a moment, eyes dark and serious. ''I'm not here to hurt you, Lev. Not now. Not ever. I just want to take care of you,''
Lev reached up and touched his face, whispering, ''Then do it.'' That was all Dimitri needed.
He peeled the rest of Lev's clothes away----sallow, reverent-----his eyes never straying from Lev's flushed, breathless from. Lev's skin was hot to the touch, every nerve screaming for release, for relief. Dimitri kissed down chest, hands stroking, grounding, worshiping. He didn't rush. He let Lev tremble, whimper, beg with his body.
''You're mine,'' He whispered against Lev's inner thigh. ''You always were.''
Lev let out a gasp, arching up into his touch. ''Please....'' he breathed. And Dimitri gave in.
He positioned himself above him, one hand holding Lev's hip, the other stroking his thigh as he slowly, carefully entered him. Lev breath hitched --------- his hands clutched Dimitri's arms- and then... they found a rhythm.
It wasn't just sex.
It was remembering.
It was Claiming.
It was Dimitri losing himself in the scent, the sounds, the feel of Lev under him. Lev's moans grew louder, more desperate, and Dimitri leaned down, whispering in his ear---''You feel like home.''
Lev trembled. ''Don't say things like that,'' he whispered, voice cracking. Dimitri kissed him hard, deep, like he was branding the words inti him.
''I mean them.''
Their bodies moved together, fast and heated now, Lev's fingers digging into Dimitri's back, both of them panting, whispering each other's names like prayers.
Them it all broke -- Lev cried out, his back arching, his body pulsing with realease --- and Dimitri followed a heartbeat later, growling into his neck, biting just enough to make feel it.
Marking him.
Not out of force.
But out of pure. arching need. They collapsed together, sweaty, shaking tangled in the sheets, hearts racing. Lev buried his face in Dimitri's chest, breathless, overwhelmed.
Dimitri stroked his hair, chest rising and falling, his voice barley above a whisper. ''You're not alone anymore.''
Lev didn't answer.
But he didn't move away either.