Finally, after both of the buds on Noah’s chest had been abused into an equally red and swollen state, Levi was finally satisfied, allowing himself to continue moving upwards. He let go of Noah’s now fully erect little bird and pressed his own hardon against it.

Levi thrust his hips forwards, making their two moist members rub against each other obscenely. The smaller body underneath him responded in turn, arching his hips against his, needy for more friction.

While his hips were grinding down below, up above, Levi's lips did not remain idle either. They slowly climbed, leaving hickeys all around Noah’s delicate collarbones. Sucking and gnawing on the milky white flesh as if he wanted to devour it, then soothingly licking the sore area, enjoying the feel of the warm, velvety texture underneath his tongue.

At this point, Noah was just a muddled mush of nerves. All of the sensations mixed inside of him, overloading his senses. The softness of plush lips pressing kisses onto him. The warm, slippery tongue sliding over his burning flesh, giving it much-needed relief as the soothingly cold air blew against the moisture.

The pleasing sensation of smooth teeth grazing his sensitive skin, pressing indents into him to mark their territory. The soft black hair of his wolf of a husband tickling his chin…

The little lamb naively craned his neck, baring his weakness to the predator above him. And sure enough, the big bad wolf did not disappoint! He immediately went for the jugular, voraciously inhaling every patch of the newly exposed skin all the way up to the small, bobbing knot.

Feeling the cold canines nibbling at his throat, the defenseless prey underneath Levi unconsciously shivered, yet he did not attempt to escape his fate. The little one’s half-lidded doe eyes lacked focus, his parted lips quivering along with the shadows cast on the pink cheeks by his long eyelashes. So docile, so helpless, so captivating.

Finally, after every inch of velvety skin was properly gnawed on, Levi’s head rose from the crook of his darling’s neck to meet the other face to face.

The tips of their noses brushed against each other, their ragged breaths intermingling. Levi’s eyes locked with his baby’s, the intensity within holding the little one transfixed, even though his great bashfulness made him want to look away.

Levi held Noah's flushed face, using his thumbs to gently wipe away the tear streaks. His fingers caressed the velvety cheeks, trailing upwards to those beguiling limpid eyes. Noah’s half-closed eyelids fluttered shut, their long eyelashes brushing against Levi’s fingertips. The sensation so soft and ticklish Levi’s heart couldn’t stand it.

As Levi’s fingers retreated from Noah’s eyelids, they tentatively cracked open again to peek at his big bad wolf of a husband. Yes, he still felt too shy to face anyone, but, actually, though he didn’t wish to be seen, he still… still wanted to see, ah! He wanted to look… look at this dashing man of his… (⁄ ⁄> ﹏

And to… to soak… soak in the passion and adoration dripping from the other’s every glance and every gesture. To willingly drink the intoxicating and addictive drug that was Astar Levi.

Levi’s mouth craved to devour his baby’s plump lips, but before he could do so, his attention was captured by his darling’s watery orbs instead. Their pitch-black pupils were completely dilated, relegating the amber into a thin golden ring on the edges of complete darkness.

Yet, it was these pitch-black eyes that were the most breathtaking. It might have just been a refraction of light due to the moisture, but that pair of eyes glittered and shined as if they contained an entire universe of stars within.

Levi felt as if they were calling him; as if those eyes were a whirlpool trying to suck his soul away.

And he was willing. Completely. Even if his soul never saw the light of day again, he’d be willing to drown inside that small universe filled with shining stars. For there was no place in existence where he’d rather be. For there was nothing in existence as beautiful as the owner of that pair of eyes.

Bewitched, Levi dipped his head to capture the succulent lips of this lovely creature that belonged to him and him alone. That fragrant pair of lips was so soft, so warm, so inviting. A delicacy unlike any other. They didn’t resist his offense at all; instead, they tentatively, shyly returned Levi’s enthusiasm. Just like their owner, very sensible, very obedient, and so damn alluring it drove Levi mad.

Levi’s hands slid off Noah’s face, trailing down the beautiful curves of his chest again, not forgetting to give a tug to the two abused little red pearls on the way down.

Levi’s gentle and loving kisses soon turned hungry and passionate. Voraciously he sucked, lapped, and even nipped at the two mushy petals. And when that ceased being enough, his tongue invaded. Plundering and ravaging the hot, wet crevice. Viciously sucking at the little pink tongue that hid within.

Only when Noah’s oxygen-deprived head started to shut down did Levi’s lips release his red, tender ones, giving him a chance to breathe. A translucent, shiny string of saliva slid from the corner of Noah’s mouth down his chin. The image it painted so decadent and blush-inducing it should never see the light of day.

Levi licked his red lips, ravenously eyeing the crystalline string, but before he could slurp it up, his attention was once again captured by his baby’s red-rimmed, teary eyes. How could a pair of eyes possibly be so beautiful??

Unable to resist, Levi dropped a gentle peck on each one, piously kissing the eyelids, and then, proceeding to not-so-piously slurp at the translucent teardrops trailing from the corners of the little one’s eyes. ‘Ah, ah, what to do? Even my baby’s tears are delicious!’

While his mouth was busy kissing his baby senseless, Levi’s naughty hands reached their final destination – the two globes of plump, naked flesh hiding his baby’s secret place. His hands slid under his baby’s perky ass, digging his fingers into the two fleshy buns.

Breath hitched in Noah’s throat again, and he involuntarily let out a miserable whine.

‘Ah, ah, don’t..! Don’t knead it…! Ah! That place…!’

That place was already so itchy! Not only was it itchy, but there was even something invisible stuck inside, preventing his channel from closing!

Having his little behind kneaded like dough while it was being spread open like this! It felt… too… it was too much!! QAQ

Noah whimpered pleadingly, trying to wiggle his butt away from his husband’s evil pig trotters.

Unfortunately, the combined lethality of Noah’s current pitifully bullied and decadent appearance, with his juicy little noises that tickled the heart, on top of the devastating allure of his white, round bottom… ai, it was all too much for the mentioned pig husband to take. Having reached the very ends of his endurance, he finally snapped.

Levi’s eyes flashed with deep, dark desire, and he violently pushed himself off his little husband.

Noah was not even given a moment to adjust to the abrupt change before he was flipped over to his knees, with his perky bottom in the air. His unspoken question turned into a trembling whine, breath hitching in his throat.

However, he wasn’t the only one who forgot to breathe.

Levi’s heavy breaths sounded especially loud in the quiet bedroom, his eyes nearly falling out of their sockets with how hard he was staring at the white ass dangling in front of him. The two globes were smooth and perky, so very round and supple, neither too fat nor too thin. But what took Levi’s breath away weren’t the two fleshy cheeks but the tender ring of muscle in between.

Levi’s power had been working on the little channel all this while without stopping, keeping it open, gradually spreading it wider and wider in hopes that it would eventually be able to painlessly accommodate Levi’s huge girth and length. And now that he could finally inspect the fruits of his labor, Levi deemed them to be… Ah, so very juicy and fragrant, so very ripe for plucking!

- Author Note -

Next chapter, we will get us some ass pounding at last! ˵ಠ‿ಠ˵

In other news, the AC saga continues, still in the same limbo as it was months before at the start of the summer.

The first repairmen that my husband called have not called back since. The AC guy my mother-in-law called over… uh… I don’t know what happened there, but we never heard back about him from my mother-in-law. My brother-in-law’s buddy that came to check out the AC and was supposed to buy a replacement condenser disappeared too, along with the air conditioner my in-laws bought for the great-grandma. Today a fourth man came over to check the AC, also arranged by my mother-in-law, and then he did exactly the same thing the first men did months ago – call the manufacturer to ask about spare parts. I have an inkling that the result will also be the same…

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, doing “spring cleaning” of my apartment around a dozen times so I could watch 4 different groups of people come and go without having done anything is so downright ridiculous it is funny. But somehow, I am having trouble laughing about it considering the fact we are still baking inside our place in the middle of summer due to lack of a working AC… (◞‸ლ)

Everything would be so much simpler if we were rich enough to just throw a bunch of dollar bills at the repairmen and say, “do whatever, but I want a working AC within two days.” ಥ‿ಥ

Aish… maybe in a decade when I write enough novels to earn a sizable monthly income from royalties… 〒▽〒