I dump kerosene on that energy. “Maybe I’ll go bare under my pants every time we’re in the lab. Or maybe I’ll wear jockstraps. Or thongs—would you like that? Doesn’t matter though, does it? We won’t be fooling around in there, so you’ll never know what I’m—”
He wrenches my jeans so they’re around my thighs and gulps me down in one vibrating snarl.
I cry out, head thrown back, body going lethally taut. He’s relentless, brutal, works his tongue and throat in punishing tandem, pumping his head and swallowing. His lip rings drag with every pull, hard bites of metal contrasting the soft pressure of his mouth. I croon to the ceiling.
My fingers find their way into his hair and I clench hard, those silky black strands sweeping across my stomach, his own fingers gripping my thighs, leaving bruises there, too. The thought of having his fingerprints, proof and ownership, gathers that sparking, living heat low in my belly.
“I’m gonna—’lethior—” I can’t even say his full name. Can barely make words at all.
He rises off enough to say, voice hoarse, “Come in my mouth, baby,” andoh my gods.
One more pump of his head, one more fierce contraction of his throat, those lip rings digging in, and I’m coming with a full-body shout, liquid fire washing through my veins in a self-contained blaze. My shoulders contort and my back bows off the bed, and he works me through every ripple, swallowing and groaning.
I go boneless on a ragged, wet gasp.
He keeps me in his mouth with an almost painful suction. I whimper at the oversensitization—but he’s humping into his hand. His lips fasten to my head, suckling, and I squirm at it being too much, but watching him get lost in his own desire with me still in his mouth, I thrust helplessly, half-hard again so fast I go dizzy.
“Elethior,” I sob, and he finally releases me to bury his face in my groin and muffle his shout, his body quaking and twitching as he comes in his palm.
No pause, no lingering in the glow—he shoves back up and his mouth on mine now tastes like me.
He’d made me half-hard, but I’m fully ready again, and I rub myself on him brazenly. His jeans are open, and I can feel him against me, skin to skin in an eye-rolling slide.
If I thought I’d made some embarrassing sounds before, they’ve got nothing on the way I mewl at his cock coming to full hardness against mine. We got off, we should be done; it was mind-melting,it should be enough—but we’re kissing like we’re starving still, open-mouthed and scraping, and he’s making noises, too, husky growls and symphonic cries.
“Shit, Sebastian—need you to come again, need to see it.” Elethior takes us both in the hand that he came in and he uses his own cum to jack us.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Him, bent over me, propped on one arm, his other hand straining as he works it, face shuttered in desire that’s borderline agony; I’m right there with him. I don’t know what hurts more, the need or the pleasure itself, but I thrust up into his hand and anchor my fingers around his neck, our noises now grunts and breaths.
There’s no gradual build. Coming this time is like buckshot, dozens of pieces here and there and there, peppering my body inside and out. I arch and shudder, trying to escape the ambush ofso much,too much; every nerve is unscrambling, every receptor rupturing. I’m vaguely aware of Elethior following me over the edge with a cry that I swear rattles the walls.
He drops down on me, both of us breathing too fast, hearts racing each other’s, chest to chest. His face is in the curve of my neck and I feel his lips part, dragging roughly on my skin so goose bumps flurry over me.
Half-dead, I fumble on the side of the bed until I grab something from the floor—an old shirt—and shove it between us. We both make a valiant attempt to clean up, and when I go to pull my jeans back up, limbs shaky and head in that perfect, tingling fog of wooziness, Elethior stops me by peeling my pants all the way off.
I’m still in my crop top. He’s still dressed, his jeans gaping open, cum stains on his black mesh shirt.
He tugs down my bedding and shoves me under it and I’m dazed, so I let him.
But when he crawls in next to me, I try to sit up. “What’re you doing?”
He loops his arm around me and eases me against his chest. “Aftercare is part of it. I’ll be gone by morning.”
I’m shivering again. I don’t know when I started, or if I’ve been shivering the whole time. But each one shakes and shakes until my teeth chatter and I don’t know why.
Elethior tightens his arms around me and I grip on to him, something solid as my body deals with the aftereffects of—
He knows about Camp Merethyl.
He made me come harder than I ever have in my life.
Fuck, the way he kisses me.
My brain is still malleable, and I convince it not to spiral, not yet. Wait until he leaves. He’ll slip out andthenI can fall apart,thenI can figure out how all this makes me feel.
Elethior strokes his fingers up and down my spine. He’s so warm.
