Elijah wrapped his arms and legs around Shep. “If we go public, that means you’re about to be thrust into the spotlight. These reporters will tear your life wide open. Are you ready for that?”
Shep frowned. “I don’t care about reporters. I don’t care if they know everything there is to know about me. My only concern is you.”
“I love you,” Elijah whispered against his chin. “I know you can’t say it back. But I just wanted you to know before everything falls apart.”
Shep could say it back, but he wouldn’t say it just to say it. He didn’t know what love felt like, but he needed Elijah to know if he could love somebody, it was him. “You are the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about at night. You are the only person who makes me smile. I feel like something is missing when you leave the room. I would protect you with my life. Is that love?”
Elijah pulled back, cupping Shep’s face with his palms. “I think so, yeah,” Elijah bit down on his lip like he was contemplating something serious. “I want you inside me,” he whispered.
Shep’s cock hardened. “Okay.”
Elijah’s gaze skated away. “I need to be looking at you the whole time. I need to see your face. To know… to know it’s you. Okay?”
Shep nodded. “Whatever you need.”
“Can we do it like this? Face to face? Me on top.”
“I’ll never say no to looking at you, rabbit.”
Elijah blushed to the tips of his ears. “That sounded downright romantic, Sam.”
A thought occurred to Shep, and he captured Elijah’s lips in a dirty kiss before standing. Elijah yelped in surprise, clinging tighter before laughing. “Where are we going?”
Shep snagged the lube, easily holding Elijah with one hand. “Dining room.”
Elijah peppered kisses along Shep’s jaw and throat. “You going to fuck me on that ugly marble table?”
Shep didn’t answer, just carried him to the ornate dining room with its mirrored walls, pulling the sleek armless chair from the table before sitting, bringing Elijah down with him. Elijah looked around, eyes going wide as he realized Shep’s plan. “You want to watch,” he managed.
“You like when I watch you,” Shep countered, handing Elijah the lube. “Get yourself ready for me, rabbit. I want to watch you finger yourself open for me.”
Elijah’s pupils dilated, his mouth going slack, swallowing hard. “Fuck, okay.”
There was just enough room on either side of Shep’s thighs for Elijah’s knees. He coated his fingers, reaching back behind himself.
“Have you ever done this before?” Shep asked.
Elijah didn’t look at him, concentrating on balancing, even with Shep’s hands around his waist. “Fingered myself? Yeah, a few times. But never with an audience.”
The thought of anybody seeing Elijah like this made Shep growl. Elijah giggled at Shep’s reaction, before his features softened, lids fluttering as he pushed a finger inside himself. Shep watched in the reflection as Elijah worked himself open, head thrown back, as he worked first one, then two fingers inside. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Shep whispered, before pressing kisses to Elijah’s ribs and chest.
Elijah pulled his fingers free, flushing when he met Shep’s gaze. He slicked Shep’s already leaking cock with lube, gripping it in his hand as he settled himself over it. Shep groaned as the head of his cock sank past that first tight ring into the heat of Elijah’s body. Elijah hissed in pain.
Shep gripped Elijah tight, keeping him from sinking further, but Elijah shook his head. “No, don’t. Just give me a minute.”
Shep released him, but watched Elijah close, his desire to bury himself warring with the tension on the boy’s face. He didn’t want to hurt him. He didn’t need this. He had loved having Elijah fucking him, claiming him. “We don’t have to do this.”
“But I want to do this. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that you were there tomorrow. I need this. Please?”
“I-” Shep started.
“Kiss me,” Elijah cut him off, ending the argument.
Shep did as Elijah asked, slotting their mouths together, letting his tongue slip inside. As they kissed, Elijah rocked against him, his body accepting Shep in small increments, until he was fullyseated within.
Elijah let his head fall back. “Fuck, you are so big. I feel so full. Touch me.”
Shep took one of Elijah’s nipples into his mouth, his hand wrapping around Elijah’s half hard cock. As he adjusted to Shep’s invasion, he started to move, thrusting himself into Shep’s tightened fist before dropping onto his cock. Shep watched, riveted, as Elijah used him to get off, gazing at him with an intensity that shook something loose inside him. He wouldn’t last much longer. “You feel too good. I’m gonna come,” he warned.
