That’s what Shep had said that day. Elijah could do anything he wanted to him and he’d be okay with it. That kind of blind devotion was heady, but it wasn’t one sided. They might be fucked up, but Elijah was certain he’d do anything for Shep. Literally anything.
His gaze stuck on the ink. It still looked raw, swollen at the edges, but Elijah couldn’t help but trace each letter with his finger. When he finished, he lay between Shep’s spread thighs, pressing a kiss to the letters, before cupping his ass spreading him open. Shep stiffened beneath him. “You okay?” Elijah asked.
Shep gave a jerky nod but seemed to have gone mute. Elijah leaned forward, flicking his tongue over Shep’s entrance. The older man shivered, his thighs tensing. Elijah did it again, slower this time,and Shep moaned. It was the only encouragement Elijah needed, settling in to give Shep’s hole his undivided attention. He bit and licked and sucked at Shep until he writhed beneath Elijah, canting his hips to get more.
Elijah gave him what he wanted, spearing his tongue against him even as he closed his hand around Shep's cock and jerked him slowly. Shep gripped the sheets, muttering “fuck,” under his breath again and again.
Elijah thought about stopping. He wanted Shep to fuck him. He wanted to feel his weight blanketing him,pressing him into the mattress, but he couldn’t tear himself away, he pressed his finger against the tight ring of muscle, sinking in to the first knuckle. Shep pressed back against his finger, pushing it deeper, enveloping Elijah in the tight heat of his body.
Shep fucked himself on Elijah tentatively, like he was gauging whether he liked the sensation. Elijah crooked his finger as Shep rocked back and he made a helpless sound that Elijah quickly fell in love with. He’d done that. He’d made Shep feel… good. “Is your body really mine?” Elijah asked breathless.
“Yes,” Shep managed.
“Can I fuck you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Elijah watched his finger disappearing inside Shep’s body. “Can I come inside you?” he asked, the words turning him on almost as much as the act itself.
“You don’t have to ask. You never have to ask. I’m yours. I’ll never say no.”
Jesus.His heart fluttered at Shep’s words, spoken with a certainty Elijah didn’t even know was possible. He snagged the lube from the side table, slicking up two fingers before pushing back inside. It took a few passes before Elijah found that spot that had Shep making that high-pitched whine, but the sounds of Shep, who said he rarely felt anything, losing his cool at Elijah’s touch had him close to coming untouched. But he couldn’t, not yet. He wanted to fuck Shep, even if it was over in seconds. He needed to claim Shep as much as he needed Shep to claim him.
Elijah shoved his boxer briefs out of the way, slicking up his cock. He yanked Shep’s hips higher until he was on his knees, his ass in the air, his face still buried in the pillow. Fuck, he was stunning. Once more he traced the letters on Shep’s right cheek before lining his cock up with Shep’s entrance, pressing slowly forward, sucking in a breath as he breached the first tight ring of muscle. “Jesus. You’re so fucking tight,”he whispered, sliding out and rocking back in, making more progress with each small movement.
Shep grunted in discomfort, his body slick with sweat. Elijah set his palm against the small of his back. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. I’m good. Fuck, don’t stop.”
Elijah wasn’t sure he could stop even if he wanted to. Shep’s body seemed to pull him deeper with each thrust and Elijah could feel that that familiar heat at the base of his spine, the tingles of pleasure that told him he wouldn’t last long. Elijah tried to reach around Shep to touch him, but he couldn’t get the angle right. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come.”
Shep took himself in hand, but not with any urgency. Lightning arced through Elijah’s bloodas Shep panted, “I don’t want to come until you do. I want to come with your load inside me.”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, his hips falling out of rhythm at Shep’s demand.
Elijah gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises, driving himself into the tight heat of Shep’s body again and again, each thrust hurtling him closer to the edge. “Oh, fuck. God, you feel so fucking good. I’m going to come. I…” his words died as his orgasm slammed into him and he emptied himself inside Shep, thrusting through the aftershocks until his body protested.
Still breathing hard, Elijah pulled out. “Turn over.”
Shep did as commanded and Elijah captured Shep’s cock in his mouth, sucking him deep as he slipped his fingers between Shep’s cheeks, flushing at the feel of his cum leaking from Shep’s used hole. He pushed three fingers back inside him, fucking him roughly, curling to press just so on that spot from earlier. Shep’s hand twisted in Elijah’s hair, hips thrusting mindlessly, forcing his cock deeper into Elijah’s throat. It was almost too much, but Elijah didn’t care. He’d give Shep anything, he’d sacrifice anything, even if it was letting Shep fuck his throat until he couldn’t speak.
Shep was breathing heavy, his balls drawn up tight against his body, he was close, Elijah could feel it. He twisted his fingers within him, sucking hard as he massaged that spot inside him with intention.
“Rabbit. Oh, fuck, Rabbit. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck.”
Shep’s bitter seed flooded Elijah’s mouth, his body convulsing around his fingers. Elijah’s cock twitched, too defeated to rally. He swallowed and pulled off with a pop. He removed his fingers from Shep’s body, wiping them on the sheets, before moving to collapse on top of him in a heap, his underwear still tangled around his thighs.
“Was that okay?” he whispered, wondering if he’d hurt Shep.
Shep looked at him and grinned, this genuine beautiful grin that sent Elijah’s heart catapulting into the stratosphere. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
“Even if I did only last like five minutes?” Elijah asked.
“I think it was at least seven or eight. But, yes. Even if. Did you enjoy it?”
Elijah laughed, not because the question was funny, but because he felt this strange euphoric sensation in his chest, like he was high on the world’s purest drug. “Yes, totally.”
They lay there like that, sticky and gross and covered in sweat and cum for far too long, but Elijah didn’t want to break the spell. Shep’s heart pounded beneath his ear, and his fingertips trailed patterns along his back, and it was all too perfect. He just wasn’t ready yet. But he had something he needed to say. “Sam?”
