Camden slowed his rhythm, letting one of his hands slide down the length of Elijah’s torso, loving the feel of smooth skin beneath his fingertips. He kept his movements slow, allowing his lips to touch the places where his hand had preceded his mouth.
The intricate pattern of the tattoo ink that covered Elijah’s left pectoral muscle mesmerized him, its long lines branching out to his shoulder and winding together as it circled his left arm. Camden stopped just above the pec, placing a gentle kiss over the strong thumping of Elijah’s heartbeat.
Its cadence was soothing to Camden. Not so long ago Camden had stood next to Elijah’s hospital bed, fearful that he’d never feel the vibrant, steady beat again.
He’d snuck into Elijah’s room every night under the pretense of official prosecutorial business, praying and willing Elijah’s heart to keep beating another day.
Elijah’s doctors might disagree, but Camden believed his daily ritual of standing by that bed, demanding that Elijah live for no other reason than Camden needed him to, had as much to do with Elijah’s recovery as the medical and surgical interventions provided by the healthcare team.
Tonight, it beat wildly in Elijah’s chest, the rhythm once again yielding to Camden’s need for Elijah to live, to thrive.
Camden’s mouth moved down to Elijah’s nipple, a satisfying moan escaping both their lips as soon as Camden’s tongue met the stiff peak. He closed his eyes and let himself delight in the needy sounds coming from Elijah beneath him.
Those sounds were raw, guttural, pleading with Camden for more. Elijah didn’t have to worry. Camden would give him everything he desired. How could he not when satisfying Elijah was all he craved?
He’d spent so much time telling himself that it was only a night, that it was meaningless. But he’d always known the truth. Somewhere deep down beneath all his bullshit, Camden’s soul had longed to reunite with Elijah’s.
He was here now, bonded with the man he’d ached for, needed like precious life-giving air. He was here, and he knew regardless of what the outside world held, he was never willingly giving Elijah up again.
Camden continued to pepper kisses down Elijah’s chest, licking down the hard, sculpted landscape of Elijah’s abdomen, until he reached beyond his navel and met the wet tip of his cock.
Cut, the domed cap straining with need. Camden licked his lips, his tongue eager for a taste. He’d been so needy the last time they were in this room, that he hadn’t taken the opportunity to worship Elijah’s cock with his mouth. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Camden swirled his tongue around the cap and eased his mouth slowly down Elijah’s considerable length. He moaned at the indecent stretch of his lips as he continued his descent.
He only made it halfway before his scalp prickled where Elijah’s strong fingers grasped his hair. When Elijah’s raspy “Please” filled the air, Camden wrapped his fingers around the wide base of Elijah’s cock, and continued his journey until his lips met his hand.
He worked his hand and his mouth in tandem to maximize Elijah’s pleasure, a tactic that was working as indicated by the frantic way Elijah thrust his hips forward every time Camden’s mouth sank lower, swallowing him.
Camden let two of his fingers slip inside his mouth. With Elijah’s girth, it was a tight fit, but the lube was too far away at the moment. If this would go beyond devouring Elijah’s cock, he’d eventually have to get up. But the taste of Elijah’s flesh on his tongue had Camden’s dick so hard, moving from his current position wasn’t something he could entertain.
The next time Elijah thrust upward, Camden let a single, slick finger slip slowly into Elijah’s ass. He took his time sliding in and out until Elijah choked out an impatient, “More.”
Determined to please him, Camden added another finger, scissoring and stretching Elijah. The resulting mewling sounds spilling into the air made Camden’s blood boil with desire.
Camden pulled Elijah from his mouth as he leveled his gaze upon his lover. The sight of him, locs free, creating a midnight halo around Elijah’s head, made the breath catch in Camden’s chest. His body was sculpted and beautiful, muscles tense with need. His legs were spread wide, welcoming Camden’s touch so deep inside him. There was nothing as magnificent as the picture of need this amazing man embodied.
I want to be the only one to make him need this way. Always.
The realization of the thoughts tumbling in his head made his movements come to a standstill. The loss of stimuli made Elijah slowly open his eyes.
“Cam?”
Camden shook his head, trying to break free of his thoughts, desperate to return to the moment. “Sssh,” he whispered. “I was just getting supplies.” He removed his fingers and leaned over Elijah, placing a quick peck on his lips, before getting up on his knees and leaning over to reach the nightstand they’d landed in front of.
Supplies in hand, he sheathed himself, coating his covered cock in lube, then doing the same to his fingers. He continued to stretch Elijah, making certain he was prepared for Camden. He was desperate to seat himself inside Elijah. But caring for him this way took precedence over his desire.
Camden restrained himself until Elijah grabbed his cock and stroked himself in tandem with Camden’s caresses. The sight of Elijah so lost in his pleasure, his muscles gripping Camden’s fingers with tight spasms, his bottom lip held hostage by his teeth as Elijah succumbed to the sensual rhythm of it all, made Camden’s cock throb with an almost painful ache.
He pulled his fingers free and fought to control his need to bottom out from his first stroke. Instead, he fed Elijah’s hole one unhurried inch of himself at a time and nearly collapsed from the necessary control the restraint demanded.
Camden tried to remain still and gather his strength. His resolve didn’t last long; as Elijah’s muscles squeezed his cock, he pulled back and pushed forward with no help from him.
“God, I’ve missed this.”
“Me too,” Elijah muttered, penetrating the heavy haze of Camden’s lust-drunk mind. In truth, he’d been so taken by the glorious sensation of Elijah’s ass strangling his fucking cock, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken those four words aloud until he heard Elijah’s response.
He leaned forward, deepening his stroke, changing his angle each time he plunged inside, seeking the tiny electric knot he knew would be Elijah’s undoing. He continued searching for the perfect angle when Elijah’s moans became louder, building from a quiet whimper to a pronounced outcry of pleasure.
