Levi nursed his coffee gratefully as he headed out to his car after work. He didn't usually drink it at this time of day unless there was a large project to work on, but he wanted to be sure he had a lot of energy for tonight. He and Dr. Smith had reached a point in their interaction where the intensity and the desire to go all out was building every second they were in the same room together. So he gulped at the caffeinated nectar of the gods for encouragement. Every second of his free time today had been occupied with thoughts of what Dr. Smith would do tonight. It had been a very long time since anything had fired Levi up like this.
The only time today he hadn't thought about Dr. Smith, at least in the back of his mind, was when he came across a promising portfolio from a job applicant. It was a hardcopy application as well, with photos of her work and examples of projects she had worked on before. This Petra Ral had very professional handwriting, and Levi valued that as well as the effort her application showcased. She had talent and promise, and Levi was interested in interviewing her. Even the help of a newbie would be a relief from the strain they were all feeling since their colleague had left them cold the week before.
After setting up the interview with the eager, soft-voiced girl on the phone, Levi had felt the rest of the day going smoother. Just the glimmer of hope helped everything seem easier to manage. He also received a phone call from a client who was thrilled with a recently finished project, and offered Levi an invitation to an honest-to-goodness gala. The glowing praise the client lavished on him softened Levi up enough for him to accept, even though he felt uncomfortable at public events. He had attended a few of them over his years in the business, but he had never been a flatterer and didn't enjoy how false most of the attendees seemed. However, he had accepted the invite, and didn't start regretting it until the end of the day.
It was easier to be weighed down by anything when he was tired and heading out. Most people tried to let the cares of the day roll off them as they headed away from work, but Levi had a chronic problem with not doing so. This evening, however, he could think of nothing else but getting to the club to meet with his doctor.
He was unbuttoning his shirt before he even opened the door to the makeshift hospital room, tearing his shirt up and over his head as he entered. He kicked the door closed and proceeded to shimmy out of his clothes like they were on fire, crumpling them up and stuffing them into the cupboard. He usually folded them meticulously but he was in too much of a hurry to bother. Instead he pulled on the gown and nearly threw himself onto the hospital bed, landing with a bit of a bounce. A second later he decided he should sit in the chair, so that maybe Dr. Smith would guide him to the bed with a hand on his back or shoulder. He jumped off the bed lightly and dropped down into the chair instead, wrapping his hands around his knees to look more vulnerable.
After the lecture he had given Smith at the end of their last visit, he was pretty much obligated to give Levi head tonight, or the other way around. Levi was so excited that he was half hard already. He breathed deeply in the minutes that followed, trying to calm down. It worked a little, and thankfully he was much calmer by the time the soft knock came on the door.
When Dr. Smith walked into the room, Levi's hopes died just a little; he was still wearing his mask.
Of course, perhaps it would be too strange to jump right into this scene without it. Levi hoped that he would not be leaving it on for long. After all, he promised, and Levi knew by now not to stop and gripe. He had learnt patience here whether he knew it or not.
The twinkle in those blue eyes also told him that the tall man had a plan.
"Good evening, Robbie."
The name, even the endearing way Dr. Smith had shortened it, made Levi flinch a bit. He had a feeling it would not take long for him to really start to hate that name.
"Smith."
They shook hands as always, and Dr. Smith settled into his usual relaxed position on the rolling chair.
"How are you?" He asked. Levi shrugged.
"Excellent and full of caffeine. "
Dr. Smith flipped open that damn chart that he insisted on updating during every exam.
"How's that?" He asked kindly, looking as though it was the most important question he could ask.
"Had a coffee drink before coming here. I needed a pick-me-up."
"Oh?" Smith asked, eyes growing concerned. "Another long day? Additional stressors?"
Levi shook his head, a little smile curling half his mouth.
"No, it's just that after last time I wanted to be sure I have enough energy for your treatments."
Wrinkles formed at the edges of Smith's blue eyes to betray his smile.
"My treatments do seem to leave you a bit…drained…don't they?"
Had he winked he could not have made the double entendre any more obvious. Levi chuckled, his heart fluttering at the bold statement. There had been times when Smith's personality shone through his role, but that line in particular was a treat.
"Speaking of which, what's on the roster for today?" Levi asked.
Dr. Smith tended to cross one leg over the other whenever answering Levi's questions, but today he kept his legs apart, feet resting on the ground. He left a short pause for Levi to anticipate his next move, then spoke in a more serious tone.
"I'm thinking we need to tackle this from a more intimate angle."
Instantly Levi's heart started playing jump rope. He did his best to continue the wide-eyed patient role, and even tilted his head to the side as he asked,
"What do you mean by that?"
"So far I've been using instruments to ease your affliction, but I think we should try a method similar to what I do with my hands."
"How similar are we talking?" Levi asked, trying to contain the raw lust that surged through him at the image supplied by his own brain. Smith didn't even skip a beat.
"With your permission, I'd like to use my mouth; it may seem unorthodox, but we're already tampering in odd, out-of-the-box treatments. This would simply be one more. I came across it while researching possible diagnoses of your condition."
Even though Levi had practically demanded that Smith's explanation be a good one, now that it came to it, he found he didn't care nearly as much as he thought he did. However, he had asked for some kind of justification, and so he listened with curious eyes as Smith explained.
"This procedure is actually an ancient practice that was performed to relieve the stresses of the body for centuries. It was phased out with the advance of modern medicine. Rarely, though, it is still performed on the off chance that it might help when other medical routes have failed. In some cases similar to yours it has been a successful form of alternative treatment."
Rock hard. Levi was rock hard. Just from listening to that voice, that tone. It was all nonsense…but it was perfect.
"Now if I do this," Smith said, being sure to lean forward to emphasize the seriousness of the conversation, "I need to remind you that this is a form of fluid bonding, meaning that there are some risks to the both of us. I must ask about your protection preference; I could perform on you bare, or use a latex cover for your penis. I have no deadly illness or disease that I might pass you to, but it would be neglectful of me not to ask. Even the passing of simple germs could leave me liable."
"No latex." Levi answered at once. There was a beat when he knew he'd spoken too soon and probably came off as desperate. In that fleeting pause Levi also considered that Smith might not be comfortable without the use of a condom, but then he wiped that concern away.
"Alright, good; we're on the same page." Dr. Smith said. "Also, you'll get your previous wish; I'll have to remove my mask to carry out this treatment."
Levi could not help the hopeful smile that tugged at his mouth. Smith leaned back in his chair and dropped his pen atop Levi's file.
"Lastly, there is another aspect to the treatment that requires your consent. This practice requires both parties to participate for maximum efficiency. Meaning you would be required to do the same to me in order to have the best result. Again, if you agree, it is your decision whether or not I use latex."
This time Levi managed not to blurt out the words like a horny teenager, mostly because he had no breath to speak for a few seconds. He had to feign thinking about it just to keep his cool. In reality his lungs were fighting for him to drop open his mouth and gasp, beg for Smith's cock right then and there. Levi didn't always like giving fellatio, but when he did find someone he liked enough to do to for them, he enjoyed himself. And the very thought of sucking Dr. Smith off was making it impossible not to breathe faster. Finally he realized that he needed to answer, and said slowly,
"I don't need latex; you say you're clean and I believe you. So…um…who goes first?"
"I'll perform on you first, that way you'll have an idea of what to do to me."
Levi felt the air beginning to crackle with anticipation. It had been humming in the background before, but now it nearly choked him. Thankfully, as always, Smith was there to help him breathe again.
A large hand patted his knee through the gown and then gestured toward the bed.
"Hop up onto the bed for me. Sit at the very edge, please."
Levi tried not to scramble to obey, though he wanted to rip up his gown and present himself right then and there. He pushed down the urge and forced himself to relax as he settled on the edge of the mattress, his feet dangling just a bit. Dr. Smith rolled his chair so that he sat directly between Levi's legs. He picked up the control and lifted the mattress a few more feet, so as to be more on level with Levi's groin. The smaller man shivered slightly as he felt himself lifted up that way, being readied for the blond doctor's attention. When he was situated closer to where he needed to be, Dr. Smith gave a very small determined sound.
"No mask for this treatment." He declared slowly, meeting Levi's eyes. Levi watched closely as those large fingers reached up, and with no drama whatsoever, plucked at the elastic ties that held the mask in place at his ears. Dr. Smith ducked his head as he tucked it into his pocket, then looked up.
Levi didn't' know how to react for a moment; Dr. Smith was certainly just as handsome as he had suspected he was; with a straight nose, strong jawline, and full mouth. But the left side of his face was marred by a few deep and obvious scars. They were long, stretching from his jaw to his eyebrow and over his cheekbone, little crisscrossing spider webs of scarring branching out here and there. There was a single little trail that curled around to end just below his lips, and another ending just under his left eye. Whatever had done this, it had made it impossible for anyone to ignore the marks left behind.
So this was what Smith had been trying to conceal. Did his previous partners seriously think that those scars made him any less attractive? Those others could go to hell, then, because it would take a lot more than that to scare Levi away at this point. When the rest of him was such a knock-out, Levi thought the scars only added to his sex-appeal. Those scars made the big man look like some kind of war lord and damn, Levi was suddenly having trouble breathing at that thought. He was sure his mouth dropped open, and he could see Dr. Smith trying to conceal his nerves about Levi's reaction as he studied his face. The too-often blinking of his normally steady eyes was a big giveaway. He was actually nervous about what Levi thought.
The best course of action from Levi's point of view, was to say nothing about the scars at all. Hell if he thought it mattered.
"You have a strong and honest face," he said, managing to sound relatively in control, "it matches your personality perfectly. I like it."
Dr. Smith seemed to lose some of the tension that Levi hadn't noticed he'd held in his limbs. His broad shoulders relaxed and Levi knew he had calmed the bigger man's fears.
"So, how does this work, exactly?" He asked then, glad to be looking at all of Smith's face but wanting to get on with the scene. Smith seemed to gather himself and answered,
"I'm going to use my hands to relieve you a bit, then I'll begin applying my tongue."
A shiver went through Levi at how casually those words were spoken, and how clinically.
"Sounds good, dr."
"At that point, if you're feeling comfortable with it, I'll move on to inserting your member into my mouth."
A shock of white-hot excitement ran up Levi's cock.
"Sound's efficient to me." It was all he could think of to say, as his brain was turning to jelly the longer he watched that rich mouth open and close with Dr. Smith's speech. The man was so fucking gorgeous.
Levi thought of one more issue they had not yet discussed. He didn't want to postpone this one second longer, but it was important to him that he know.
"But what about…the end?" He asked timidly. Smith cocked a flirting eyebrow at him before settling back into professional mode and answering,
"That will depend on whether you would allow me to swallow or not."
"I'd think that would be up to you, dr."
"There is no harm in it, I think it might even be for the best."
"I trust your judgement."
"I appreciate that. Scoot just a little close to the edge for me if you can."
With his heart beating rapidly, Levi obeyed, trying not to look too eager. But with his feet now so high above the ground it was impossible for him to try and get any closer to the edge without sliding off.
"Um, dr., I…" He stuttered.
"Rest your legs over my shoulders; then you'll have better leverage and they won't be in my way."
The words were so straightforward, so calm, but they drove Levi insane. Just the thought of draping his legs over those shoulders…As Smith offered his big hands to help, Levi eagerly placed his legs into them. Dr. Smith slung his calves carefully over his strong shoulders, letting Levi's heels come to rest on his back. Levi still had to brace himself on the mattress a bit, just in case, but this was one of the best positions he could imagine being in for a blowjob. It gave Smith a lot of power and control, and Levi was more than happy to let him have it.
Dr. Smith rubbed at Levi's thighs, stroking his hands over the soft skin. Like always, they were warm and made Levi feel irrationally happy and secure.
"Let's lift your gown now."
"That's a given at this point don't you think, doc?"
For the first time Levi could see all of Dr. Smith's face when it broke out into a smile; cheeky, with dimples and a row of white teeth. God he was a looker, scars be damned for making him even sexier. Levi had to fight to keep from saying that out loud. All notion of speech was crushed when the gown was pushed up past his hips. His cock was very hard, and standing at full attention. There was one full bead of liquid pearling up at the tip, making Levi blush at just how obvious his excitement was. And Smith's face was now inches away from it.
"Seems your condition is as present as ever."
This time Levi could see the blatantly flirtatious set of Smith's lips, and feel the heat of his breath trailing along his sensitive flesh.
"That's why I keep coming here, dr." Levi flirted back, meaning the pun with every fiber of his being. "You always take such good care of me."
Dr. Smith grinned, and slid one hand up gently over Levi's balls, stroking a bit before wrapping around the base of Levi's cock. His hand was smooth and warm as it began to very gently stroke and tease. That's when it dawned on Levi; he'd never felt Dr. Smith's bare hands on his cock before.
"No…No gloves today, Smith?" Levi whispered.
"You've consented to being inside my mouth. There is no need for such a precaution today."
"Ah, good point."
The feel of bare skin on bare skin was so delicious that Levi was squirming in all of one minute. Smith's free hand patted the outside of his thigh, then rested on his knee and stayed there.
"Relax a little," Smith told him, "you're very tense."
"Sorry, dr." Levi breathed, consciously relaxing his limbs and opening his legs a bit wider across Smith's shoulders.
"It's not my muscles that will be aching." Smith responded. "I just want to be sure you're comfortable."
"Thanks, Smith, but I'm perfectly comfortable, and I think this treatment will be worth any aching muscles tomorrow."
"Really?" The blond asked with a small smile. Levi realized with his rapidly diminishing brain space that he could have easily been grinning like that under the mask in every other scene, without Levi having a clue. Which meant now Levi would be able to tell when he was enjoying himself beyond those few moments when his schooled expression broke around his eyes. That constant tiny smile was enough to set his skin aflame. It told him how much Smith was loving this.
"I'm hoping so." Levi breathed out in answer to his question.
"Are you ready to find out definitively?" Smith asked in an even, calm voice. Levi could do no more than nod, his hips unconsciously shifting forward just the tiniest bit more in encouragement. Smith tugged gently at Levi's cock to position it where he wanted, then he leaned his head down. Levi bit his lip hard as he felt the slick tip of Smith's tongue gently poke at one side of his crown. The way he had dropped his head, and pulled his cock down, Levi couldn't actually see what he was doing. He could only gaze at that luscious blond hair combed flat against his head while wet heat began teasing and lapping at his most sensitive paces.
A short gasp left Levi's lips when he felt a single long lick from his base all the way up the underside of his cock to his tip, where that warm tongue began to circle his head very slowly. It had been a while since anyone had done this to him, and Levi felt himself slick up quickly with how hot it was.
"Smith…" He breathed a second or two later, while his slit was being rubbed by that amazing tongue. "Not that I'm complaining…at all…but, I can't really see what you're doing…"
Dr. Smith pulled back and looked at him.
"You want to watch?"
"Yes please…I need to."
Dr. Smith nodded in response before going back to work. This time he changed his angle so that Levi could watch it all, and God, was it amazing. Smith's mouth was absolutely beautiful like that; opening for his big, pink tongue, as it slipped over and over the entire length of Levi's cock for the several minutes that Levi could stand it. He was such a tease, had established that about himself from the first time he had spread that damn lotion on Levi by dabbing it here and there like a torture demon. His tongue was working in a similar way, softly brushing and licking here and there but never pressing too deeply or fully.
Meanwhile his hands were either holding the base of his cock, or holding and stroking his legs. Every inch of Levi's thighs from his knees up to the crease of his buttocks was adored by the tips of Smith's fingers, as well as the warm flat of his palms as he spread golden heat into Levi's white flesh. He could feel the muscles in Smith's shoulders under his calves, and the flexing of his back with his heels. Occasionally he tilted his head a certain way that pressed his neck against Levi's knee, and he could feel the hot throb of his pulse and the whisper of stubble on his cheek. It was the most intoxicating position Levi had ever been in in his entire life.
Finally, the moment Levi had waited for, had been holding back his sounds and heavy breathing for; those bright blue eyes looked up at him while his tongue was playing with his crown.
"Goddoctor…" Levi slurred out with a rush of breath, absolutely unable to keep calm. "Um…I…I think I…"
"Need more?" Smith supplied, still gazing up at him with that brilliantly blue stare.
"Oh yes." Levi gasped. "Please. I think…I think this is a very good treatment."
"Are you still comfortable?" As he asked, Smith dared to turn his head, and place a delicate kiss to Levi's inner thigh.
His leg jumped a little in response, and then he retaliated by brushing his knee purposefully against the side of Smith's face. He didn't seem to mind.
"Very comfortable, dr."
"Good, then settle in; I'm done prepping you. I'll start the real treatment now."
Levi would have babbled something in response but Smith didn't give him a chance. Those full lips parted over him, after being wetted by his tongue, and slid down around Levi's cock. A truly pathetic, high-pitched whimper of pure delight shot from Levi's throat, and he clenched the sheets tightly to keep from jackknifing off the mattress. Dr. Smith's mouth felt so, so good. It was hot, wet, and gently moving around him. He'd only taken half of Levi into his mouth to start, and he very slowly closed his cheeks and flattened out his tongue to accustom Levi to the sensation. While he did so, he looked up at Levi again.
The smaller man literally couldn't speak at the moment; his mouth was hanging open and his limbs were trembling as he squinted down at Smith through lust-heavy eyelids.
Smith watched him as though deciding what to do next based on Levi's expressions. When Levi bit his lip, he began to move his head, pulling off, then lowering down. He was gently wiggling his tongue as he did this, which Levi knew from experience took a lot of coordination. As he began a steady rhythm, he had to lower his eyes. Levi also knew how straining it was to keep looking up while blowing someone. It was still hot as hell on the receiving end.
When Smith lowered down nearly to his root, Levi had to close his eyes and lean his head back. The sight was beautiful, but the sensation was overwhelming; the slickness of Smith's tongue while it worked on him, the softness of his cheeks, the tight channel he made with his lips, the softly labored breathing through his nose…and on top of all that, he began to move faster. Up and down, up and down, a steady pumping action of lips and tongue against Levi's sensitive erection. It was glorious. Levi couldn't keep quiet. Panting breaths turned to groans, and then whimpers and pleas.
"Smith!" Levi barked out after several moments of this. "Can…can I hold onto your hair? Please?"
Those blue eyes flicked up to him at the request, and blinked, before there was a deep vibrating hum of affirmation around Levi's flesh. With a gasping breath, Levi lifted one hand and timidly threaded it through the golden locks on the side of Smith's head. That hair was so soft, and after another few seconds Levi's other hand joined its fellow on the other side. Holding Smith's head like that while he bobbed it up and down over his cock…Levi fought to keep his orgasm at bay already and it hadn't even been ten minutes. He distracted himself by trying to touch every inch of that golden head, stroking, clutching, rubbing through the silkiness of the fine hair. It felt wonderful in his hands, and he wanted to be able to lean down and kiss it, breathe in the scent of whatever shampoo Smith used, bury his face into it while he was worked on.
But Levi wasn't that flexible even being as small as he was, and he was beginning to seriously doubt his ability to stave off his release at this point. Smith had shifted gears, focusing his oral pleasuring almost entirely on the head of Levi's cock. He was suckling at it firmly, swirling his tongue quickly around and around the tip while one hand stroked the rest of his length up and down. Levi's hips bucked of their own accord and Smith had to readjust himself and Levi's legs before picking up the rhythm again.
"I can't wait…I'm so close…" Levi panted out after that, wriggling his hips and legs with the building excitement. "Please…what…what…"
Smith slipped off his cock long enough to say calmly,
"It's alright, let go."
Then he was redoubling his efforts, sucking harder, moving his head faster, rubbing more quickly with his hand. Levi gave a strangled sound and Smith's free hand came up to clutch at his hip, pressing firmly to hold him down. That was the last little push that Levi needed, and he tightened his fingers in Smith's silky hair, toes curling, and with a loud groan, poured out his lust into that waiting mouth. In the midst of the pleasure he heard and felt Smith give a delighted hum as he slowly and firmly sucked out every drop, and when Levi saw his throat bob in a few swallows, he gave an extra shudder before falling back onto the mattress.
"Shit…" He gasped, chuckling in exhausted delight.
Big hands cradled his thighs, rubbing them gently as he drifted down from his gasping, moaning high of orgasm. When Smith released his softening cock the air felt cold, but his gown was put back into place to cover it. Then those powerful shoulders shifted, and Levi felt himself being lifted by his hips and then laid back more comfortably on the bed. His legs still hung off the side, but that was a nonissue as Smith had stood between them and leaned over to watch him, all the while stroking up and down the tops of his thighs. He had definitely been taking every opportunity to touch Levi's legs this visit, and somewhere in the tiny part of his brain that still worked, Levi felt smug about it. He had short legs, but they were slender, pale, and corded with muscle, and he'd been complimented on them more than once in his life with other partners.
Without thinking about the gesture, Levi flopped a slender hand over Smith's massive paw when it passed up near his hip, and pinned it in place. He held on to it weakly while the other still roamed free, and he blinked up to see the smile on that handsome face, before sliding closed through his recovery. A few moments later Levi's panting had calmed and he opened his eyes again. Smith patted his leg with a little painless slap.
"You back with me, Robbie?" The big man rumbled at him gently.
"Yeah…" Levi breathed. "Guess…guess the caffeine doesn't really make a difference…when you're the one treating me."
"Still a little puffed, I'm guessing?" Smith asked teasingly. Levi snorted.
"Just give me another minute. I'll get over it."
Smith chuckled warmly, and moved away for a moment. Levi heard water running, and then a hand was laid on his shoulder.
"Here, have some water. You don't need to drink all of it, but at least take a few sips for me, ok?"
Levi would have moved to sit up, but Smith slipped a hand beneath his head and lifted it for him, pressing the rim of a plastic cup to his lips. He couldn't complain about not even needing to lift a finger, especially if Smith was the type who liked aftercare and this was his way of showing it. Levi couldn't lie to himself either; he loved the attention of aftercare.
The water was cool and refreshing, and he did end up drinking most of it before tilting his head back and having to breathe deeply. He hadn't realized how thirsty he'd been, and had gulped a little longer than his lungs liked. Smith laid his head back onto the mattress, lightly stroking Levi's head as he studied his face.
"That feel better?" He asked, so softly and tenderly that Levi's stomach did a small flip.
"Much better, thanks dr. I'm just fine now."
"Take all the time you need to recover. Remember there is another stage to this treatment. You'll need to be ready."
As he said this, Smith withdrew from his position hovering above Levi, and left his line of vision. In his haze of pleasure Levi had somehow forgotten what was to come after his own treatment. Now energy surged back through him at the prospect of finally getting to see Dr. Smith's… He pulled himself up into a sitting position, having to swing his legs a bit to scoot back on the bed. Smith was leaning over the counter, adding notes to the paper in Levi's chart with his pen. When he turned around Levi nearly burst out into a giggle fit upon seeing his hair, wild and crazy from his fingers. He couldn't suppress a wide, amused smile, and Smith realized what he was staring at.
"You must have really messed it up." He said lightly, running his fingers through his hair to fix it back into place.
"Just a bit." Levi admitted. "Sorry."
"It is nothing to concern yourself with. Besides, I will most likely be returning the favor before this session is over."
Levi shivered.
"So, how does this work the other way?" Levi asked. "Do we switch places or..?"
Smith shook his head and walked over to pick up the controller for the bed. He pressed and held down on the button that lowered the bed, and Levi began sinking with it.
"You've just been through a strenuous treatment, I'll not ask you to stand. You can sit right where you are and I'll just step in close for you. I may need to kneel one leg on the bed beside you, but we'll see once we get you down lower."
Again the way he stressed the last few words of that sentence showed his canniness with innuendo, and yet somehow it didn't come off as cheesy or cliché. Plus, the double meaning was forgotten when Smith asked,
"I'll ask you one more time; are you sure you don't want me to wear a protective cover? I assure you that I'm clean, but I just want to be sure th-."
"It's ok, you don't need one." Levi cut him off, anxious to move on. His mouth was watering and he hadn't even seen Smith's cock yet. "I promise that I'm ok with it. I trust you."
"Very well."
Levi's feet touched the cold floor, and the bed continued to lower a few more inches, making his knees rise a bit before Smith stopped.
"Alright, do you feel ready, Robbie?"
"I'm pretty good, dr." Levi said, trying to maintain a calm patient persona while his entire body was on fire with excitement and his fingers itched to touch the man before him. Without fanfare, Smith reached down and undid his pants, then carefully slipped his erection free. It seemed that he had been pent-up for a while, as the large cock was already glistening with slick at the wide tip, blushing a dark pink with impatience and need. It was not enormous, but it was definitely on the bigger side, as well as longer. Long and wide…a wonderful combination. Were he not comfortable in his own masculinity, Levi might have felt a bit inferior; Smith was nearly two inches longer than he was, and at least an inch thicker. Levi wanted to wrap his hands around it at once, but he forced himself to swallow deeply and wait for instruction.
"I'll guide you through this, you don't have to feel nervous." Smith said evenly, making Levi curse him for the millionth time with how calm he could act, even when he was holding his freaking dick in his hand, waiting to put it into Levi's mouth.
"I'm ready, Smith." Levi urged, trying not to sound desperate and still unsure whether he succeeded or not.
"Open your mouth."
He did, probably too quickly and too widely to feign innocence, but unable to help it.
"Lean forward a bit. Then don't move until I tell you, ok?"
Levi nodded, and did as he was told, bringing his face within an inch of that cock. He was so close he could feel the heat radiating from it, and smell a strong, spicy scent wafting up from him.
"That's good." Smith told him. "Now if it's comfortable for you, stretch your tongue out just a bit."
Levi did, waiting, feeling the throb of his blood in his fingers and toes with his eagerness.
"I'm going to touch the back of your head and slide into your mouth. Stay still unless you don't like what I'm doing and you need to pull back."
Then there was heat, heavy, thick flesh sliding over his tongue, coating it with mildly salty fluid. Levi closed his eyes in delight, keeping his mouth open wide as Smith lightly dragged his cock along his tongue, then rubbing his head against the inside of Levi's cheek. All he wanted was to clamp his lips down and suck like mad, feel Smith twitch and hear what sounds he made when he fell apart. But he obeyed, keeping still and letting Dr. Smith tease himself on his tongue and cheeks while a big hand held the back of Levi's head steady.
"Very good." Dr. Smith commented, sounding vaguely distant but still very much in control. "I'd like you to take your time, and lick me, just like I did to you. Can you do that?"
In response, Levi pulled back and then dove to work, sliding his tongue up and down the long length of Smith's big cock. He tried, he tried his very best not to go too fast or act as though he wanted to slurp and squelch and suck the life out of Smith through his cock, but he was aware of how quickly he ended up moving. There as a gentle tug in his hair, and Smith chuckled.
"Slow down, Robert. I don't want you tiring yourself. Why don't you focus on the tip for now, alright? Don't worry about anything else. Just take it nice and slow."
Never had words spoken so comfortingly sounded so erotic to Levi before, and he did as he was told. He had not been directed to use his lips yet, so he instead just used his tongue to play with the wide brim of Smith's head, learning it's shape and size, tasting its salty tears. Since he had so often employed his lips and the rest of his mouth to do this, Levi didn't realize that his tongue could actually tire out on its own. He made a small sound of discomfort, to which Smith stroked his hair very gently and spoke to him,
"That's it; you're doing just fine. If you need something, just ask."
A handful of seconds later Levi had to pull back, panting lightly.
"Dr…I don't want to stop, but...can I use my hands? Or at least hold on to you? It would make this easier for me."
Smith was looking down at him with his blue eyes, his cheeks betraying his cool demeanor by showing spots of pink. He rubbed at Levi's ear with his thumb and nodded with a smile.
"You need that, don't you? Go ahead and hold on to me if you'd like."
Slender hands flew up to clasp Smith's waist, and Levi kept looking up at him, hoping he conveyed enough pleading in his expression as he ventured further,
"Can I use my lips too? My tongue…it's getting a little tired…"
"Of course; get back into position and then I'll let you know what to do."
Levi obeyed, loving how this had turned into an almost dominant and submissive scene without him even realizing it. While he didn't exactly like being bossed around, hurt, or humiliated, he did love it when he was given instructions he would enjoy. There was something about being told what to do, while the instructor was kind but firm, that turned him on like no other. There was also the constant reassurance that he could say no if he didn't like where this was going. He'd never met anyone else with that balance before, and the security of it was wonderful.
"Alright, now put your lips around me, and suck gently. Not too hard. I'll let you know when you can change the pace."
At once Levi closed his lips around the head of Smith's cock, bringing his tongue back to deliver long wet strikes along the hot flesh. He sucked as carefully as he could without being tempted to go all out and swallow Smith down, but he wanted to do what he was told, so he kept it slow, not even moving his head like he wished he could. He just held Smith in his mouth and worked him with his tongue and lips. The hand in his hair moved a bit, stroking the smooth shaved part of his scalp near his neck.
"Very good…now try sinking your head down a little further onto me. Don't go any farther than you want."
Slowly, Levi drew more of that delicious cock into his mouth, more than half of it before he felt his notorious gag reflex acting up. He stopped there, and then waited. He hadn't been told to bob his head, but he wanted to. He really wanted to. He played his trump card, and turned wide, grey-blue eyes up to stare helplessly at Dr. Smith, begging for instruction without saying a word. Levi didn't miss the slight intake of breath that showed Smith's arousal, but the little twitch of his cock in Levi's mouth gave him away as well. Levi fought not to smile around the hard shaft. Smith's free hand dipped down to cup the underside of Levi's chin, and he leaned into it, loving the gentle stroke of that broad thumb against his cheek. Then it trailed down to rest on his shoulder instead.
"Ok, move your mouth up and down, like I did to you. If you'd like, you can use your hands too."
It was music to his ears, and Levi started to pull and suck and bob his head as he did so. He moved his tongue and rubbed the rest of Smith's length with his right hand, softly stroking his balls with his left, doing his damnest to give the best fucking blowjob he'd ever managed in his life. He heard Smith's breath hitch, and he felt proud, looking up again to watch his face. Those intense blue eyes were slightly glazed now, watching him while that full mouth parted on heavier breaths. He was still holding his composure better than Levi ever could.
"You're doing beautifully." Smith managed to say in a steady voice. "If you're able to move quicker, go right ahead. If not, just go at your own pace. Either way, I don't think it'll be long now…"
Unleashed as it were, Levi went all out, moving as fast as he could manage, small moans and grunts from his breathing filling the air. His jaw began to ache as he bobbed faster over Smith's cock, suckling like mad and rubbing furiously with his hand, but he couldn't stop. It had been a very long time since he'd wanted to blow someone this much, wanted to give them completion because he cared enough to give a damn. It made all the difference in the world, and Levi could almost feel himself growing hard again.
"That's it…just a bit longer…" Smith was lightly gasping now, and Levi smirked inwardly as those big fingers began to tangle into his hair with less finesse. "If you don't want to swallow…you should pull back…now…"
In answer Levi wrapped both his hands firmly around Smith's cock and his testicles, redoubling his efforts and moaning just to be a little bit wicked. He lifted his eyes again, and met Smith's, which were hazy and staring down at him between squeezing shut tightly. His composure was breaking for the first time, and Levi lapped it up. He felt Smith's balls tighten, watched him tilt his head back and give a series of short pants, and then hot liquid was pooling in his mouth. Levi suckled harder, drawing it all out and swallowing eagerly, slowing down as Smith curled over him slightly, cradling his head and holding on tight. For a few more seconds he milked the softening flesh, until Smith's hand rest on his forehead and pushed at him gently.
"Ease off now, you did well."
The words were breathless, but Levi obeyed, leaning back and gasping in his own right. He felt dizzy, and braced himself on the bed, glad he was sitting down. Smith released him and tucked himself back into his pants, then, of all the things he could have done right after being sucked off, he filled up the plastic cup again, and handed it to Levi.
"But, um…"
"Drink. You deserve it."
Levi could not refuse the offer, and drank. He was glad to see that Smith at least filled a cup for himself as well, and then lowered himself into the patient chair to rest. They both sat there for a while, catching their breaths and sipping their water, for a long stretch of time.
"How did you find today's treatment?" Smith asked finally, after gaining control over himself.
"I think it was one of the best you've given me." Levi answered honestly. "That instrument treatment was pretty effective, but this…felt better...in a different way."
"As I said; more intimate." Smith clarified for him. Levi nodded.
"Hell yes…"
"If you are alright with this kind of treatment, there are several other similar options that I'd like to try going forward."
"Try me." Levi encouraged, feeling his smile coming on. He was satisfied and relaxed, and more at ease than he had been since the last time he had been here.
"As you remember I used an instrument to stimulate your prostate, but another method is for my own body to be a stand-in; I'd be stimulating you with my own penis."
Levi nearly choked in his effort to hold back a laugh. Smith was excellent at saying things that sounded ridiculous but in a serious tone, but even for him that was stretching it. It took him a moment, during which he looked like he was thinking intently, to get himself together. How was he to respond? Smith was proposing they have sex for the first time. He couldn't complain, but he had to think how to answer in his role. Finally, he rubbed his chin, and nodded.
"Unorthodox, dr., but…you haven't steered me wrong yet. I'd be willing to try."
"Excellent." Smith nodded agreeably, impressively composed for someone who'd just arranged intercourse with someone else. "Now, in preparation for this treatment I'd suggest I use a few more instruments on you, of varying size, working up to the point where you could accept me inside. What are your thoughts on that?"
Levi cocked an eyebrow, again fighting not to laugh.
"You want my honest opinion?"
"I wouldn't ask for anything less."
"Alright then. Hoover Dam."
Instantly Smith's face broke into a smile, and he leaned back in his chair.
"Well, how'd I do?" He asked smugly. Levi rolled his eyes.
"Amazing, alright? Just…amazing. But in all honesty, I don't really need any kind of step-up toys. I'm easily adaptable."
Smith pursed his lips, and Levi grinned at how amusing a gesture it was.
"Would you really avoid a treatment or two with big, expensive vibrators?" Smith asked, focusing on him and letting his smile go devilish. "I had planned on using the full set of body restraints because it would be so intense, and I know you have trouble staying still."
Gulping a little, Levi let his mind contemplate that for a moment. Smith had a point.
"But…what about you?" He asked. "I told you that I wanted you to start enjoying yourself as well."
"Do you think I'm not?" Smith countered. "I'm having the time of my life in this role. I love playing with you. I don't have to be reaching orgasm in every scene to enjoy the hell out of it. Besides, just because I use a few vibrators on you doesn't mean I won't wear you out with pleasure, and then have my way with you. If you've never had that done to you before…you don't know what you're missing."
Levi's body was beginning to respond to Smith's suggestions, the deep tone of his voice. The thought of being tied down while Smith used vibrators on him, multiple times until he was spent, and only then took him for the first time…that was an enticing picture.
"Yea…guess I don't." Levi muttered, licking his lips. "I've um…I've never really been into bondage that much. I mean, I've wanted to, but never found anyone I trusted enough to try it with."
Smith's flirty attitude melted away, and his face became serious. He sat up straight in his chair and studied Levi. When he spoke, it was with a careful cadence, once that suggested he didn't want to startle Levi away.
"I know before our first scene we exchanged our color safewords and pause words on our profiles," Smith said, "and I'm glad you've been using your pause phrase when you want to, but…I didn't really ask you how you felt about restraints. I didn't know if I'd need to before we'd had a few scenes. Since we have, why don't you tell me now?"
Swinging one leg up to drape over the other (and noticing the way Smith glanced up and down the length of his calves) Levi leaned back on his hands and regarded Smith.
"I need to know that I can get out of the restraints if you do use them on me. I…prefer it be more of an illusion than actually being helpless. That being said, it's not my limbs being bound that bothers me…it's…being gagged. I will never let anyone gag me. I…I have to be able to speak my color. Without that option…there's no deal."
"I agree." Smith said, almost solemnly. "And I would be using medical restraints, which you can adjust, so I could make them loose enough for you to slip out of if you need to. I've never been into gags for the same reason; communication needs to be clear. I'm not one for the hardcore bondage either."
"That's not what I'm here for anyway." Levi stated firmly. "But…I um…I really like how you…guided me through blowing you. That was…really hot. I'm not really a submissive, but…I guess you could say I like elements of being one."
"Let me guess," Smith tried, leaning forward toward Levi, "you want to be persuaded to obey orders, as opposed to just be expected to follow them because they are given to you."
"Exactly." Levi said, nodding, glad that Smith seemed to understand. "With the right person, I'll do whatever I'm told and love it, but I have to want to do it, or be given incentive, or…"
He blushed, cutting off as Smith laid a hand over his knee, the one propped higher over the other.
"I understand. I'll never order you around just for the sake of a power complex. I promise."
Relaxing into the simple touch, Levi met Smith's eyes. As he did, he let his own eyes wander down the scarred side of Smith's face. It was far, far too early for him to even think about asking where they came from, though he was dying to know. Smith's mouth drew a bit thin as he watched Levi taking in his scars, and Levi had to tell him. He was not generally an awkward person, nor did he beat around the bush. So he said simply,
"Thank you for taking off your mask for me. If you were wearing it just because of this…" He boldly reached out and ran a finger down the longest line of the scar, making Smith actually look a bit startled, "then you're a silly, silly man."
The blond man sat there for a moment, eyes wide and mouth parted in surprise. He then reached up to place his own hand over his scarred cheek.
"I've…I've had partners safeword out of scenes before when they saw my face. To be honest I haven't really participated here much without the excuse of some kind of mask. Luckily the kink world is vast."
Levi scoffed.
"That is so hypocritical; this entire place is supposed to be about accepting others and giving them what they want, right? And people couldn't get past the fact that you have a wicked sexy scar?"
He realized exactly what combination of words had left his mouth and Levi froze, then tried too hard to explain.
"I mean, yea, I guess most people aren't used to seeing scars that large, but on you it looks fucking hot. I mean, not that I don't wish it hadn't happened to you, but my point is that I'm glad you showed me, because your face is handsome as hell and I think that your scar only adds to it, I mean-."
He was partially cut off by Smith's warm laugh, partially by realizing at the same time that he'd been rambling like a high schooler in front of their crush. He never did that, what was wrong with him? He'd built up years of tact from being in the business world, he should have better discipline even in this situation.
"Sorry." He mumbled weakly, rubbing at his face in humiliation.
"Don't be," assured Smith, "damn, you're sweet…I can't tell you what you've just done for my self-confidence. I have been dreading showing you my face since the second scene when I realized that we had such good chemistry."
"We do, don't we?" Levi acknowledged. "We have fucking brilliant chemistry…and your face helps a lot."
"Thank you. Really, it means…so much to me."
They held each other's gazes for a beat or two more, and Levi felt his insides squirming with something like nerves. This man…was special. He wasn't your run-of-the-mill kink player. He was strong, but gentle, confident, but fragile. Smith was a good-hearted man who wanted to give him the best experience possible. And because of that, Levi wanted to give it right back to him.
"So, next time." Levi said abruptly, feeling excitement rising at the thought. "Whatever you want. I'll follow your lead. You've more than proved yourself to me at this point, and I've liked everything you've done. So…ditch the mask completely and let's have real, face-to-face scenes, agreed?"
A beautiful, gleaming smile spread across Smith's face, and he rose, took a few steps toward Levi, and laid one big hand on the back of his neck. The other rose before him for a handshake. Levi gave it to him. Then that huge body bent over him, Smith's face coming very near his own, lips parting by his ear to whisper to him,
"I'll have you begging and writhing and loving every minute of it. Guaranteed."
A massive shudder shook Levi's body, and it took all his effort just to keep his voice steady and taunting, but still playful as he responded,
"I'll hold you to that."
TBC