Ellis nods mutely, eyes glazed over but fully present in the moment. His throat bobs, his breath suspending when Gabe’s cock presses between his cheeks.
Gabe kisses him again, and again, and again, until he feels the tension gradually drain from him. “I’ll never hurt you,” he promises between kisses. With one hand braced next to Ellis’ head, he hooks the other under Ellis’ knee to open him up further. “Just breathe. Focus on me.”
Their gazes lock, Ellis’ full of so much trust and love it nearly chokes him.
“Always do.”
Touching their foreheads together, Gabe pushes forward.
Chapter 26.5
If Ellis thought thatbeing inside Gabriel was overwhelming, there isn’t a suitable word to describe what he’s feeling right now. Every spot where Gabriel is touching him feels on fire, but not the kind that burns; the kind that keeps you warm, safe, and protected. The kind you want to burrow under your skin and feel forever.
“E-Ellis? Are you okay?”
He understands why Gabriel is asking. Ellis’ emotions are wreaking such havoc that not even an empath could make sense of them. The wordmoreis echoing loudly in his mind, but he can’t get his voice to work, can barely breathe. It’s as though there’s not enough room in his lungs for both air and Gabriel.
So instead, he wraps his arms around Gabriel’s shoulders, raises his legs to lock them behind Gabriel’s hips, and nods.
Gabriel releases a broken exhale, shifting his weight so he can draw his hips back, then forward. His cock slides deeper this time, hitting the same spot his fingers had before. Ellis throws his head back on a startled gasp, squeezing his eyes shut. Flecks and swirls of gold start to dance behind his eyelids, forming random shapes, then breaking apart again. Is this what Gabriel is seeing? Is this what he sees all the time?
Ellis would ask if he could speak, if he still had full control of himself, but it’s hard to control anything right now. Gabriel seems to be everywhere at once, completely overtaking whatever is left of Ellis’ senses. His sugary sweet scent is all around, filling Ellis’ nose. His lips, swollen and wet, are raining kisses all over Ellis’ face, whispering something Ellis is too far gone to understand.
Then Gabriel starts making these small, whimpering noises as he rocks into him, shallow and slow, arms shaking where he’s holding himself up so as not to crush Ellis. His face is tucked into Ellis' neck, breath hot and damp where it hits his flushed skin on each exhale.
Ellis slides one hand from Gabriel’s shoulders to grasp his thigh, pulling him forward, urging him on. Gabriel lets out a low whine, but he thrusts in deeper, hips stuttering as he tries to get used to the new pace. The way Gabriel fucks him is no longer careful and reverent, but powerful and wanting. The muscles of his back ripple where Ellis is clawing at it, his skin becoming slick with sweat. It’s mad, and desperate, and something Ellis wants to feel over and over again.
An unfamiliar voice reaches his ears, and it takes him a while to realize it’s his own, so breathy and raspy he doesn’t even recognize it, mumbling a single word that sounds suspiciously likeplease. Gabriel catches his lips, coaxing his mouth openso he can taste the plea right from the source, giving Ellis everything he doesn’t even know he’s asking for.
There’s not much Ellis can do besides hold on, and truth be told he doesn’t want to. He wants this, exactly this, being surrounded by Gabriel in every way imaginable, letting him find pleasure in his body. There’s no rush, no endgame to race toward, although they’re both inevitably headed somewhere.
Ellis finds himself nearing the edge all too soon and he clings to Gabriel in a desperate attempt to slow the cresting wave inside him down. But then Gabriel starts to shake, making these broken, wounded sounds while whispering Ellis’ name, and suddenly it no longer matters.
For all the intensity that’s been building up, falling over the edge is almost indolent, like the sea washing against the shore. Warmth simmers in Ellis’ belly, steady and unassuming, until it boils over, sending a rush of pulsing heat through him.
His cock spurts between them, rubbing against Gabriel’s stomach. Gabriel’s cock swells and throbs inside him as he shivers, his hips driving forward hard and desperate. He stifles a whimper in Ellis’ hair, his body giving a violent jolt before growing soft and pliant, pushing Ellis into the mattress.
Ellis lets out a happy sigh as Gabriel’s weight settles on top of him, and he turns his head to press a kiss to Gabriel’s overheated cheek.
With a mighty grunt, Gabriel pushes himself up so they can see each other’s face. It’s just in time that Ellis sees the last of the golden light simmering out from his eyes, and he wonders if his own eyes are glowing too. The answer is yes, if Gabriel’s fascinated expression is anything to go by.
“Hi,” Gabriel says, voice low and raspy, incongruous with his sunny, soft smile.
Ellis feels his lips stretch into a huge grin, nearly making his face hurt. “Hi.”
They chuckle, and Gabriel dips down for a slow, unhurried kiss. He shifts on his hands and knees, starting to pull out.
“Wait.” Ellis’ legs squeeze tight around him, keeping him in place. “Not yet.” His face is so hot it could cook eggs, but Gabriel doesn’t laugh at him.
Instead, he lowers himself down on top of Ellis again, making a happy noise at the full body contact. “Okay. Anything you want.”
Ellis wraps his arms around him, stroking his hair. God, he could stay like this forever, just soaking up Gabriel’s warmth and inhaling his scent.
“Forever would be nice,” he mumbles into Gabriel’s neck. He’s already said and done a lot of embarrassing and sappy things today, what’s one more?
“That can be arranged,” Gabriel promises, his energy pulsating with love and happiness.
Maybe being embarrassing and sappy isn’t so bad after all.
