After freaking out over my old writing I've decided to start a "series" of sorts where I just focus on the deeper side of touch between characters.... Basically that one time I wrote about touch but with other ppl lmao.
GN!Reader x Leviathan (Obey Me) || Shibari for comfort, no actual sex, Levi's insecurities, two dick Levi ftw, demon form, sexual content
You slip two fingers beneath the thick material, looking at the blushing demon in askance. "Is this too tight?"
Leviathan shivers, feeling out the intricate knots used to capture him. Every move is accompanied by the feeling of soft red rope sliding over his skin. It was tight, but only enough to keep him restrained. Relaxing into the comforting feeling the bondage provided, he said "Yes..."
You leave the bed, taking your seat across the room and simply staring at him.
Your eyes land on first on his face, carrying an expression so serene you'd thought he'd fallen asleep. His blush is darkened by the blood moon shining through the window, turning beads of sweat to drops of blood and making the pink color of his dicks seem ever more sinful.
Despite his earlier embarrassment, he seemed calm now. Relaxed, knowing you were in control. The restraints seemed to ground him, physical ties keeping his mental together. Like this, he can fully enjoy having you right there, enjoy you enjoying him.
You scoot closer in the chair. Sensing that you've come in range, his tail curls around your arm, and you scratch it, placing your free fingers lightly on his chest.
He tenses some, waiting for you to continue.
Gently, your fingers trace his hot skin. Feel the outlines of relaxed muscles, Leviathan's deep, steady breaths, the slow yet powerful beat of his heart. You feel like if you got close enough, you'd hear the blood rushing to his dick too.
You smile amusedly at the thought, trailing down to where both his cocks stood tall and leaking, the occasional twitch making beaded precum fall from one shaft to the other, to the stained bedsheets below.
"Perfect. Everything about you.... I wouldn't change it for all the riches in the world." He tensed, cocks jumping as a spurt of precum sprayed from both. You watch his lips, see them break and bleed as he holds back his moans.
You rest your hand on the top one, blowing over the tip and watch as he shivers and jerks. You don't stroke him; rather, you run single digits over the veins. Squeeze and massage his balls, press loving kisses to his slits.
You'd think it'd be too much for him, but a quick glance at his face leaves you proud. He's taking it all so well. The concentrated scrunch of his eyebrows and pout of his lips. You leave a quick kiss there, his own taste lingering on his lips.
For Levi, he could withstand the touches. You loved touching him, and the ropes combined with your familiar feel helped a lot. No, it wasn't the touching that made him concentrate so hard...
What really got him?
The praise.
No matter how often you said it, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to how earnestly you say "I love you."
It's strange to be told he's "perfect". That he deserves good things, that he's doing well, that's he's making someone- you -proud. You're happy to simply see him, when for so long he's hated seeing himself. To bare himself to you, in body and mind, and still have you love him...
You kiss his lips, deeper this time. It's too much, far too much. But he wouldn't have it any other way.
Not unexpectedly, both cocks erupt, sending thick white ropes all over the both of you. It doesn't faze you though, and the kiss continues, deep and loving. You hear a rumble in his chest, almost like a purr, his tail wrapping tighter around you.
When you finally release each other, you go back to staring. He stares back this time, your eyes remaining locked while he catches his breath.
"So good..." You say, swiping off some cum with your thumb and placing it on your mouth. "Even your taste is good..." You gaze at him through your lashes, watching the bashfulness swirl in his eyes.
You scoot back again, loathe as you are to untangle his tail from you. He sighs, throwing his head back as his fills with thoughts about you again, what he wants to do with you, for you, what he wants you to do to him, for him. And across the room, you're quiet, head no less filled with thoughts about him.
Quietly, you settle into your seat, and watch.
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A/N: I didn't spell check this and probably don't intend on immediately spellchecking any of these since they're just practice. First time (ish) writing for Leviathan, how'd I do?
Comments are appreciated and encouraged, thank you for reading, gn cuz I once again wrote when I should have been sleeping.
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