The Cure ~eruri~

Chapter 8

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They arranged to meet at the club the very next night, and Levi entered the room with excitement and trepidation. He couldn't predict how this scene would go, now that he and Smith had spent a casual night of unchained passion together, entirely outside the bounds of roleplay. Whatever the man had in mind for today, Levi needed to know his name first. It had become an obsession, a nagging unknown that he couldn't ignore any longer, for any excuse. If he didn't get a straight answer, he knew it would be a deal-breaker at this point.

Levi took care to fold his clothes like normal as he got into the hospital gown, the ritual helping to ground his nerves. Remembering that Smith liked him wearing this gown, he strategically hiked it up just a little when he sat down, to show off a strip of his thighs. His intuition turned out to be correct; as soon as Smith entered the room, his eyes flicked down to Levi's semi-bared legs. Levi openly smirked at him.

"Hello, doctor." He said, nudging his legs apart suggestively. Smith gave a small smile, but his eyes smoldered at once, showing just how deeply that little gesture affected him.

"What a way to blindside me at the door." He laughed, a little roughly. "That's not playing fair."

That set the tone; this 'scene' was going to be far more informal than all their other ones. Levi wondered if what they were about to say and do would even seem like a scene at all.

"I don't feel like playing fair today." Levi stated firmly. "I'd rather play dirty...and rough...unless you have a different plan?"

Smith closed the door and walked up to the table, wrapping his hands around Levi's small hips and pressing their foreheads together. It was as if immersing themselves completely in this as they had before was unthinkable right now. They just wanted to be close.

"You look so fucking adorable in these." Smith tapped the black-rimmed glasses resting on Levi's face. "I swear they take ten years off you, and you don't look your age to begin with."

"Do I remind you of a rebellious high school punk, maybe? Because we can always switch roleplays...you could be my professor." From the deep breath and the pause that followed Levi's suggestion, Smith must've had to put his brain back on track after a major derailing. Then he chuckled and shook his head.

"One thing at a time. Right now, I'm supposed to be your doctor. You're going to be the death of my professional career, you know." Smith whispered teasingly, leaning down to kiss Levi's temple.

"Does that mean that we can do this my way today?" Levi asked, fingering a button on Smith's lab coat.

"Hmmm...I suppose one patient-led session won't be too bad, if that's what my patient wants." The smaller man slid one leg around Smith's thigh, and curled his hands around Smith's shoulders.

"Do you know what else your patient wants?" Levi asked, kissing the front of Smith's coat reverently.

"A vigorous round of exercise, maybe?" Smith suggested, running his hands up and down Levi's back. "Followed by a gentle massage?"

Grey-blue eyes rolled back delightedly at the prospect, and Levi let out a sensual moan into the pressed white fabric. "You're a god among men, Dr. Smith, if you're willing to do something like that after we 'exercise'."

Smith reached up to cradle Levi's head, and finally kissed his lips. Levi pressed back, kissing back and sighing through his nose at how wonderful and sweet it felt. Smith eventually pulled back to say,