You're mine, brother.

LEVI POV

“Hold on, let’s get inside…”

The plea barely escaped my mouth before he slammed me against the cold brick wall, his hot breath ragged against my neck. His rough hand shoved past my waistband, fingers wrapping tight around my aching cock, already slick with pre-cum.

“Waited too long… fuck, I can’t wait.”

He squeezed once, slow and deliberate, thumb dragging over the sensitive head, smearing the wetness down my shaft. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he started stroking—firm, relentless pulls that made my hips jerk involuntarily. 

Every nerve lit up, pulse pounding in my ears, the sharp bite of the wall against my back only sharpening the burning heat of his grip.

Christ, it felt too fucking good—dangerously good—for a stranger I’d locked eyes with across a crowded bar just minutes ago.

I fumbled desperately for my keys, fingers shaking as I dug through my pocket, the metal clinking too loudly in the quiet hallway.

His body pinned me harder against the rough brick beside my door, that iron grip still pumping my slick cock with slow, torturing strokes. Hot breath grazed my ear, teeth nipping the lobe as he growled low.

The last thing I needed was Mrs. Alvarez from 3B stepping out and seeing me like this—panted against my own wall, legs trembling, getting shamelessly jerked off by a stranger whose name I didn’t even know yet.

The key finally slid into the lock with a shaky click. I twisted it hard, shoulder-checking the door open while his free arm shoved me inside, kicking it shut behind us.

He didn’t pause—spun me around, slammed my back against the inside of the door, mouth crashing into mine, hungry and bruising.

His hand never left my cock, stroking faster now, slick sounds filling the quiet as pre-cum coated his palm. My hips bucked into his fist on instinct, a choked groan ripping out of me when his thumb pressed hard under the head, circling slow.

“Fuck… been thinking about this since I saw you,” he rasped against my lips, voice rough with want, teeth grazing my jaw. “Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

My hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in as his fist twisted on every upstroke, rough calluses dragging fire along my length. I broke the kiss with a gasp, head thudding back against the door, hips grinding helplessly into his grip.

He dropped to his knees without warning, yanking my pants down just enough to free me completely. Cool air hit my wet cock for a split second before his hot mouth swallowed me down taking me to the root in one slick slide.

“Fuck—” The word tore out of me, raw and broken. His tongue pressed hard under the head, sucking with filthy, wet pulls while his hand worked the base in tight, twisting strokes. 

My thighs shook; every nerve zeroed in on the heat of his throat, the scrape of stubble against my skin, the low hum vibrating through me as he groaned around my cock.

One of my hands tangled in his hair, gripping hard, not guiding, just holding on as he took me apart, like he’d been starving for it all night.

“That’s a fucking mouth you’ve got,” I moaned, voice cracking, knees buckling as I fought to stay upright. “Stop… fuck, I’m gonna come—”

He pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny, eyes dark and feral as he looked up at me. My cock twitched against his cheek, slick and aching, begging for more.

“Bedroom?” he rasped, voice thick, already standing, one hand still stroking me slow and torturous, keeping me right on the edge.

I could barely nod, breath ragged. He grabbed my wrist, yanked me down the short hallway, shoving open the first door he found.

“Get naked,” he ordered, voice rough as he yanked open the nightstand drawer like he’d done it a hundred times before, grabbing the lube with sure fingers.

“You do realize you’re a complete stranger, right?” I muttered, even as I dragged my shirt over my head and shoved my pants the rest of the way off, cock jutting hard and wet against my stomach.

He slicked his fingers without looking away, eyes raking over me like he already owned every inch. “A stranger who’s about to fuck you senseless.”

He pushed me flat onto the bed, chest to the sheets, knees shoved wide. Cool lube dripped between my cheeks, followed by the blunt press of two thick fingers sliding in deep, scissoring slow, stretching me open with deliberate twists that made my breath hitch and my back bow.

“Oh God,” I moaned into the pillow, hips rocking back greedily despite myself.

His palm cracked sharp across my ass, the sting blooming hot and instant, dragging an even louder moan from my throat.

“Wrong name,” he growled, low and dangerous, fingers curling hard inside me, nailing that spot until my vision sparked white. 

“Lorenzo,” he whispered against my ear, hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he drove his fingers deeper, twisting slow and merciless.

“Lorenzo—fuck—” I gasped, the name spilling out broken and desperate, body clenching tight around him.

He hummed approval, low and satisfied, adding a third finger in one slick push that stretched me wide, burning sweet. Another sharp slap landed on my throbbing cheek, forcing me to arch harder.

“Fuck.. You’re gorgeous, you take it so well already,” he growled, leaning over me, teeth grazing my shoulder. His cock nudged hot and heavy against my thigh, slicked and ready. “Gonna feel even better when it’s me splitting you open.”

His fingers eased out slowly, slick and deliberate, dragging over every raw nerve until I was left clenching around nothing. A helpless, needy whine escaped me, hips tilting back on pure instinct, chasing the sudden emptiness.

Then I felt it: the blunt, swollen head of his cock pressing firm against my hole—scalding hot, slick with lube, impossibly thick. Just that heavy pressure made my breath stutter; I arched deeper, greedy for it, and the broad crown stretched my rim in a slow, burning glide.

“Oh fucck—” I cried out, voice fracturing as the sheer size of him sank in—really fucking big, thicker than I’d taken in a long time, the stretch already teetering on overwhelming.

Lorenzo stilled instantly, one big hand splayed low on my back, thumb stroking soothing circles over sweat-damp skin. The other palm cupped my stinging cheek, kneading gently, grounding me.

“Relax for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough, lips brushing the shell of my ear. His breath was hot, steady—controlled even as his cock throbbed against me.

He rocked forward in tiny, patient pulses—just the fat head breaching me, then easing back, then a fraction deeper—letting the slick heat and my own desperate clenching pull him in. Each shallow nudge opened me wider, the thick ridge popping past my rim with a wet, filthy sound that echoed in the quiet room.

I moaned into the sheets, fingers twisting tight in the fabric, every nerve screaming with the slow, exquisite burn. My thighs trembled; sweat prickled along my spine. 

He was huge, filling me inch by torturous inch, the stretch blooming hotter and deeper until he finally sank halfway and paused letting me feel every pulsing vein against my walls.

“Breathe,” he whispered, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my spine, stubble scraping deliciously. “You’re taking me so fucking well… almost there.”

“Almost?!” I cried out. 

A low, dark chuckle rumbled against my skin. Lorenzo shifted his grip, one hand sliding under my hips to lift me higher, opening me wider. The other stayed firm between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress.

I couldn’t breathe for a second—just felt the impossible fullness, the stretch, the heat, his weight pressing me down. A broken moan tore out of me, muffled into the sheets.

“There,” he growled against my ear, teeth grazing the lobe as he blanketed my back with his body. “All of me. Feel that?”

He pulled back just an inch then sank deep again, dragging the thick length of him over every sensitive spot until my vision sparked white.

“Fuck—Lorenzo—” I gasped, fingers clawing the sheets, back arching helplessly.

“That’s it,” he rasped, starting to move in earnest now—long, measured strokes that turned harder, faster, the slick drag of his cock lighting me up from the inside while his hips slapped against my raw skin. “Take every fucking inch.”

His thrusts turned harder, faster, hips slamming deep with raw power, the wet slap of skin filling the room as he drove into me relentlessly. My breath came in sharp gasps, his name ripping from my throat—“Lorenzo—fuck—”

His hand tightened around my cock, stroking brutal and fast, thumb grinding over the head, pushing me right to the edge.

“Come for me,” he growled against my ear, teeth sinking into my shoulder.

I shattered—body seizing, cock pulsing hard in his fist as I came with a choked cry, spilling hot over his fingers and the sheets.

He groaned low, thrusts stuttering, then buried deep and stilled—throbbing inside me, flooding me with heat as he came with a rough curse.

We collapsed together, breathless and trembling, his weight heavy and grounding over me, cock still twitching deep

as the aftershocks faded.

“Good boy,” he murmured, lips brushing my neck, voice hoarse. “Took it perfectly.”