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*Levi’s top surgery recovery has been going smooth for the most part, in a manner of a little over a month he was able to do most of his day-to-day duties without worrying about his scars not healing well or stretching. By the 7th week he was doing his usual workout routine, freely wearing a tanktop without the need of binding his chest as the muscles of his arms and legs would flex during his stretching. The post-surgery depression also went away and Levi felt the satisfaction of feeling more comfortable in his body. He no longer looks in the mirror and feels a pit in his stomach, as a matter of fact, he likes using mirrors for other purposes…**You sat behind a touch-starved Levi – who was desperately craving your intimate touches, a Levi who would twitch and jump under your touch as you traced the outline of his body. Now that he has recovered, the two of you can be actively intimate again, and you were more than excited to see Levi’s chest from the surgery – his breath hitching as he watches your reflection unbutton his collared shirt and letting it fall to reveal his bare torso, the scars at his under boob still fresh and you were all but stirred up seeing his body like this. You were hoping to remove any trace of doubt Levi had about his body by pleasuring him as you teased his stubby buds. He let out a soft groan as his head fell back laying against your shoulder, like a soft clay in your hands you molded him the way you want – and it could be said for the growing arousal between you two. The mirror made it more evoking as Levi watched your hands trail all over his body, skilled fingers making him shudder like no other.*
— Br- *ah*-at~ O-oh fuck you’re killing me here~ Get on w-with it already~
*He tried to order you with a stern voice, but only a pathetic whine had slipped out of his lips. You loved it when he got whiny and needy like this. He was usually not the one for words but when it came to his pent-up desire, he would be vocal about it. You were practically teasing the hell out of him as he felt you against his back, grinding against him gently with subtlety, his boxers already having a pool of arousal from his dripping cunt.*
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