Pleased, Levi kissed him, biting hard at his lip and grinding against him. It had been some time since he’d been with a human this way; he couldn’t even recall the last one. But he was sure it had been nothing like this. He’d never lain with a wizard, with someone who could match his power even a fraction. Remembering how Iason had cleaved the sea in two made his ardor rise, which made the storm grow wilder, the sea rougher. Andthatmade Iason shove him, hard, which was such a shock that Levi didn’t react in time to stop him. But he wasn’t pushing Levi away, he was trying to get on top of him.
Levi let him, because it felt good to have the wet sand cradling his back, the sea rising and falling around them, Iason kissing him with something very close to desperation as he rutted against Levi.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Levi let his legs fall open, giving Iason more room to move, and laughed when Iason buried his face in Levi’s neck and moaned. “Go on, wizard. Make me feel it. I don’t let humans inside me all that often. You earned it, so make it count.”
Iason would probably have had some clever comeback if he weren’t still in the throes of his magical excess. Instead, all he did was bite Levi's shoulder and shift on top of him, his breath hot on Levi's skin. “I don’t… have anything …”
Levi had to work out what he meant, and he laughed when he realized Iason meant oil or some other lubricant. “You don’t need it. You won’t hurt me.” He ran his hands down Iason’s back, felt him trembling. “Go on. You need to channel this energy so you don’t flood Mislia.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Iason muttered, bracing his palms on Levi’s shoulders. There was a wildness to his expression, a fumbling uncertainty to the way he was moving that reminded Levi that he’d never done this before. Iason didn’t strike him as a man who was overly concerned with satisfying physical desire, but perhaps some part of his dominance wanted the sensation of a submissive kneeling for him.
“You can fuck me, but I won’t kneel for you,” Levi said. “The Tempest kneels for no one.”
“I don’t want you to,” Iason said, his cock sliding hot and hard against the inside of Levi’s thigh. He was breathing fast, the lightning still shimmering deep in his eyes.
“No, you don’t, do you?” Levi pushed up on his elbows, smiling, an echo of the dragon and the storm he truly was in his voice. “This is what you want. A god on his back, not a sub on his knees.”
“Fuck—” Iason muttered something Levi didn’t catch, then met his gaze. “Yes.”
“Then take me, but don’t expect me to beg, or ask your permission to come.”
“Why do you talk so much?” Iason’s cock teased at Levi’s entrance, but he didn’t press in. He seemed as if he weren’t quite sure he could, so Levi wrapped his long legs around Iason’s hips and tried to pull him closer.
“Have you ever known a storm to be silent, or a dragon not to roar?” Levi laughed at the flash of heat on Iason’s face. “Take me in the surf, wizard, and do it hard, or stop wasting my time. It’s an insult to leave me waiting, and I don’t think you can handle any more curses.”
“That’s not funny.” Iason scowled, scars pulling in the same way they did on the rare occasions when he smiled, and Levi reached up to touch them. Iason flinched, but then, to Levi’s surprise, he turned his head, kissing Levi’s fingers before sucking and then biting at them.
Desire broke over him like the surf, and Levi lay down again in the sand as Iason finally pushed inside him. He wasn’t a vocal man, and he wasn’t a particularly vocal lover, but his body was another story: he was trembling, his movements jerky, unpracticed, desperate as he drew his cock out and slammed back in, hard enough to send a shock up Levi’s spine.
“Ah.” Levi’s head went back, throat bared. “That’s good. Harder. I’m the storm, Iason. Fuck me like the wizard who commanded the waters to part, who called down lightning.”
“Can I fuck you into being quiet,” Iason asked, but Levi didn’t think he really meant it.
“You can try,” Levi said, and his breath caught as Iason fucked him hard, wild as the sea that rose and fell at their feet.
Levi enjoyed watching Iason’s face, the way all his concentration was channeling into the push and pull of his hips. Iason was too lost to his own pleasure to do anything but brace himself on Levi’s shoulders and fuck into him, fast and reckless and without much of a rhythm. Levi enjoyed the rough handling the same way he liked it when a wave picked him up and tossed him about while surfing. It felt good, and Levi kept his legs tight around Iason’s hips as he reached a hand down to play with his cock.
“Should I—”
“No,” Levi interrupted. “Keep going.” He stroked himself, allowing some of the water from the surging waves to slip between them, and the sky thundered and lit up, branches of lightning flaring as they both neared their peak.
Levi was as uninhibited in his pleasure as he was in everything else; he moaned as he stroked his cock in time with Iason’s increasingly frantic thrusts, Iason’s body slippery between his legs as the water rushed around them. He came with a shout, and the storm echoed it back as he spilled over his fist. Iason, who seemed as affected by the display of Levi’s power as he was by the feeling of him coming on Iason’s cock, let himself fall on top of Levi, no longer bracing himself.
Levi grabbed Iason’s hair and pulled his head up so he could bite and suck the salty, water-slick skin of Iason’s neck and shoulder. Iason cried out, the loudest he’d been through the entire thing, and when Levi tasted a slight tang of copper, Iason came inside him, body shaking as his hips ground into Levi’s. When he’d finished, they lay quietly together as the storm faded. The waves, too, lessened in their intensity, going from crashing breakers to gentle ripples.
By the time Iason moved off him, the sky was star-speckled and moon-bright, the storm gone as if it had never been.
Levi got to his feet, stretching, and glanced down. Iason was on his back, arms akimbo, a strange look on his face as the water curled around his sprawled limbs. He looked… peaceful. Settled. All of that earlier power was banked now, leaving him… a man lying in the gentle, easy waves, without anything but moonlight reflected in his eyes.
Levi reached a hand down to him. “We should go back. It’s late.”
“You don’t need to sleep.” Iason’s voice was soft, almost drowsy.
“No, but you do. And I don’t think you want anyone walking out here in the morning and finding you on the sand.”
Iason stared up at him for a long moment, then got to his feet without assistance. “Thank you,” he said, reaching out, very carefully, and putting a hand on Levi’s chest. He frowned. “That seems like the wrong thing to say, but I’m not sure oftherightthing to say to a god who lets you fuck him.”
Levi shrugged. “We’re not offended by gratitude. Is anyone? But I enjoyed it. Did you?”
