Levi settled again, heat slick leaking through as he found the angle that hit just right.
His breath came shorter, his body began to respond on its own, the omega instincts kicking in despite his efforts to suppress it. A low moan escaped his throat. He tried to bite it back, but his pace faltered for a second.
The room was quiet except for the soft slap of skin meeting skin and the occasional hitch in Noah's breathing.
Levi increased the pace gradually, helping gravity do its job. The alpha's hands stayed loose at his sides, fingers only twitching once when Levi clenched deliberately around him.
That was when Levi decided to glance down. The alpha's gaze hadn't wavered. Those dark eyes were half-lidded. But the alpha was not reacting the way Levi had expected.
This was different from someone stopping themselves from hurting you, this was an intense penetrating gaze that could not be called hunger.
