Levi gave a low laugh and leaned in close again. “Oh, I know you don’t regret it. I know you want me, I knowwhyyou want me, and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. You think it’s your magic that makes you wild? It isn’t. It’syou,but you’ve… hidden it, I think. I saw a glimpse when you fucked me in the water. I want to see it again. I want to make you cry out and come for me. I want you to stand in my storm and scream your pleasure into my storm-tossed waters.”
“We’re indoors,” Iason said, as dryly as possible, considering his voice was a bit unsteady and rough with what Levi knew had to be desire.
Levi, for an answer, leaned in and licked Iason’s scars. “I bet you didn’t even cry out when you were burned, did you?” When Iason tried to jerk away, Levi grabbed his face in both hands and pressed another kiss to Iason’s scarred cheek. “You took it and took it, and your magic boiled inside you, and you never did get to let it out.”
“I’m not— You didn’t do this to me; why would I—”
“You misunderstand. I don’t want to hurt you, Iason. You know pain the way I know the seas: the way it ebbs, the way it flows. You know poisons and death and loss; you know how to take pain and swallow it as I’ve swallowed seawater since the world was new. I don’twantyou to do that. I want you to revel. I want you to cry out so loudly you’re hoarse the next day. I want you to writhe and moan and beg, but not because it hurts. If you tell me to stop, I want it to be because it feels too good, not because you want me to stop.”
He started walking again, pushing Iason backward, like a dragon dragging prey under the water to drown. “Do you understand what I want, Iason Ellas? What I want you to give me?”
“You can’t put me under.” Iason let out a soft sound of surprise as Levi shoved him onto the bed. “I’m no submissive.”
“I’m no dominant, and I don’t want to put you under. I’m a god, and I want you to face the onslaught of my storm, take the wind and the rain, shout loud enough for me to hear you over my thunder. I don’t want you to suffer, stoic and silent. I want you so undone by pleasure youwantmy storm to take you apart.”
Iason was staring at him, breathing fast, and it might have been funny how quickly he scrambled back on the bed when Levipouncedat him. “I don’t think I’ve done anything to draw your ardor, dragon. And I won’t force you into a bond that keeps you from what you want. I’m done taking things away from people.”
Levi pinned Iason beneath him so fast Iason couldn’t have stopped him if he’d wanted to—and from the way he could feel Iason’s cock straining under his chiton, he didn’t want to. “I wouldn’t force a bond on you through pleasure, not even if it gave me back my dragon.” Which Levi now thought wasn’t gone as much as… sleeping in the metaphorical caves of his godhood, but he wasn’t in the mood to explain that right now. “But if you’re going to bond with me, you should know what it feels like, being fucked by a god.”
Iason swore under his breath, but he didn’t move away, and his eyes were locked on Levi’s. “I already fucked a god.”
“That isn’t what I said.” Levi leaned in, nuzzling at Iason’s neck. “Even if you want to break the bond, even if you spend the rest of your immortal life hunting me like a sailor chasing a legend, you could have this. One night to see what it’s like.”
“What it’s like to what?”
Levi put his mouth next to Iason’s ear, reaching for his tunic with his other hand, pinning Iason’s wrists above his head with his other hand. “To let yourself break, my storm. Obviously.”
“I’m no storm, I’m—barely a strong breeze with a threat of rain. I’m—ah,” Iason gasped as Levi bit his neck. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to give you what you want, dragon. But you’re welcome to try and make me.”
Levi’s growl was inhuman as he tore Iason’s tunic in two, tossing the ripped fabric to the side. Iason made not a sound as Levi pulled his trousers down, too. He stared down at Iason and took in what he hadn’t noticed before, on the beach. Iason was tall—not quite as tall as Levi, but nearly—with a lean, muscular frame that clearly used to be much more filled out. He had scars on his hands, his chest, his thighs, even his feet, and he said nothing as Levi looked his fill.
He drew in a breath, likely to say something self-deprecating, but Levi didn’t let him. He flipped Iason over onto his stomach, then pushed Iason’s legs apart and sprawled between them. He lifted each in turn and draped them over his shoulders, pushing a bit to get them open wider.
“What— Fuck,” Iason gasped, as Levi spread Iason’s ass cheeks apart and buried his face between Iason’s legs.
He gave him no warning, no time to adjust to what he was doing, simply started licking the sensitive skin, tongue flicking at Iason’s hole, relentless in his desire to drive Iason to the brink. For a moment, he wondered if he’d misjudged—it had been some time since he’d done this for anyone, and Iason was holding so still it was hard to tell whether he was fighting his own pleasure or enduring something he didn’t enjoy and hoping Levi would take the hint and stop.
But then Levi spread Iason open even more and speared him with his tongue… and Iason made a sound, quiet at first but then louder, as Levi tongue-fucked him harder. He moved, grinding against the bed and trying to shove himself back on Levi’s face at the same time. “Fuck, what are you—ah, that’s—”
Levi rubbed the curve of Iason’s ass with both hands as he continued licking, making it wet and messy and as obscene as he could. He liked the way Iason was starting to come apart, the way his breathing was so fast, how he could see Iason grabbing at the bedding as he fought to stay silent.
He stopped long enough to say, “I know you like this. You’re practically fucking the bed. Go on, let me hear you.”
Iason, because apparently he enjoyed being contrary even while being rimmed by a god, held out as long as he could… but eventually Levi had tongue-fucked him into relaxing enough that he could finger him as well, and that made Iason shout and buck his hips wildly into the bedding.
“Fuck, fuck, I’ve never—ahhh—”
He wasn’t begging, not yet, but that was all right. Levi kept going until Iason was a shaking mess, and when Levi sat up, triumphant and grinning in unadulterated satisfaction, Iason looked over his shoulder with eyes gone blurry and wild and said, on a rush, “You could have anyone you want break for you, dragon. Why are you so determined to do it tome?”
Levi licked his lips, smiling like a shark. “You’re not breaking forme, Iason. You’re breaking foryou. You said I couldn’t put you under, and I can’t. I don’t want to. I didn’t let the ocean swallow you, I didn’t let sharks tear your limbs from your body, I didn’t let your magic burn and consume you so you were nothing but a husk where a man once was. Trust me to keep you safe, and let me show you how good it feels to let go.”
Iason’s sharp gaze was locked on his, but then… he smiled. “I do trust you. And it does feel good.” He put his head back on his folded arms and lifted his ass slightly in the air. “And I wasn’t ready for you to stop. If you want me to shout, make me. I told you.”
Levi growled and bit Iason on the meat of his ass—not hard—and it made Iason shout, but he was laughing, so Levi wasn’t sure that counted. Iason went to his knees, and that made it easier for him to push back, fucking himself on Levi’s tongue, keeping his legs open so Levi had room to keep licking him until his hole was slick and relaxed. His cock was heavy and wet at the tip, and Levi flipped onto his back and pulled Iason down so Iason could ride his face, and that’s when Iasonreallylet go. He must like the control, being a dominant, because he was louder than ever, one hand on the wall as he ground down on Levi’s mouth.
“Fuck, I forgot you—didn’t need—to breathe,” Iason moaned, uninhibited in a way Levi had only seen before when he was using magic or mixing his potions, or maybe with Sophie—though Levi chased that thought away and went back to pulling Iason down atop him. He ended up sprawled with his head tilted back so Iason could fuck his throat.
He could taste the salt of pre-come, and Iason really was lost to his pleasure now, murmuring, “Yeah, that’s so good, your mouth feels amazing, gods, please, more of your tongue, yes, yes,”over and over. He wasn’t drawing on Levi’s magic, but it almost felt like he was, until Levi realized that it wasn’t his power but something else—and it wasn’ttaking, exactly, it felt more like… a conduit, a flow, a tide shared between them. An undertow, maybe, something powerful that caught you and wouldn’t let you go.
