Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

one of the pieces of rope that extended from his chest to his cock. The minor vibrations sent shockwaves through his body. Levi whined.
    Still Feral was not finished. He tied a small knot that brushed against Levi's perineum and one that would rub against his hole. Two small knots on a thin rope, both so maddeningly perfect in their construction, so exquisite in their touch, yet so frustratingly inadequate on their own.
    At last Feral started to string up the suspension frame. He set Levi gently onto his side. The tip of his cock almost touched the hardwood floor, but before he could try to roll forward, Feral had him looped in and started hoisting.
    Each ankle was separately bound, leaving Feral the puppeteer to move Levi into elegant poses, each of which he photographed. In the extraordinarily low light, Levi was careful to remain still, even as he strained for more friction between shots.
    Every pose that Feral put him in was artfully calculated so that Levi felt no particular pressure, just perfectly balanced and supported, like Feral could be in all places at once. All places but where Levi wanted him most.
    Though he groaned and strained to get Feral to touch him while he was being moved, the man just gave a feline grin and fanned his fingers in the direction of Levi's cock, sending soft currents of air, too much and not enough at once. He rubbed lubricant into the knot by Levi's opening, letting it both wet and thrill the area.
    Already Levi's ass opened and grasped at nothing, knowing what would come and practically begging.
    "Last pose," Feral said. He took a sip of wine and then kissed Levi, sharing it. That sealed the promise. Not that Feral had ever lied or misled him on such matters, but there was an immense relief that Levi felt at the taste, always the first move before release.
    A few more soft whirs of the shutter and then Levi was lowered to the floor. Feral released only the sections of knots that he had to, freeing Levi's arms, but leaving the knots to tease his nipples. His legs were free, but the rope around the base of his cock remained.
    Kneeling before Levi, Feral kissed the tip of his cock and let it trail precum over his cheek. He smiled up at Levi as he swirled his fingers through the lube and pressed them inside. "Do you want me?"
    Levi felt like sobbing as he begged, "Please. I need it. Please."
    Feral removed his obi, slipped easily from his kimono and then lay back. His pale hair floated around his head like a halo against the dark floor. He was practically hairless, just a small patch of curls at the base of his bright pink cock. It surged almost to his belly button, shiny and hard.
    As he smoothed a condom over it, Levi straddled him. Feral released the portion of the ropes that kept the knots against his hole and perineum, then centered his cock while Levi slowly lowered himself onto it.
    Even as wanton as his grasping hole was for Feral, the size and length made Levi feel overfull, like he might come apart at the seams. Feral released the bindings around Levi's chest, allowing him to get deeper, fuller breaths.
    Those long, elegant fingers slipped over his nipples, finally soothing over the itching skin. He squeezed them tight between his fingers and pulled, forcing Levi to drop on top of him. Then Feral's arms wrapped around him, as tight and secure as the ropes had been. He levered his hips, taking Levi deeply.
    The overwhelming sensation of being deprived for so long, then having every needy part of him touched at once made Levi explode nearly instantly. The ropes and Feral's stomach grew wet with his leavings.
    Feral rolled them over and reached down between them to let loose the final bond, allowing Levi's cock to wither normally. Then Feral's thrusts became savage, deep and hard and fast until he twitched and groaned, finally releasing himself.
    He remained there on top of Levi for a few minutes, just catching his breath. Then slowly he slipped out of him and cast aside the condom.
    "Who are you, Feral? Who are you really?"
    Feral smiled and kissed Levi's nose. "Someone who loves you too much to answer your questions."
    The answer was typical and strangely comforting. Levi had the idea that if Feral ever gave him a straight answer, it would be the end of their affair.
    So Feral asked the next question. "Are you hungry?"
    "No."
    Feral smiled and traced the shape of the eagle across Levi's chest. "Your eagle looks lonely."
    Levi stretched back and smiled. "He has his tiger. Or