Ellison quickly quiets me when I feel a finger run over my hole. Since he’s too far away, I catch his waist and draw him down so his cock brushes against mine. My hand slides over both of them, stroking them together.
He lets out a murmur of approval as I do so, making me quite pleased. “Can you promise me that you won’t leave me?” I ask.
His touch falters. “Let’s not do this now.”
“I see no better time to do it,” I challenge.
“You’re going to spoil the mood if you insist now.”
My hand sinks into his hair, holding him tightly so he can’t pull away. “Ellison, I’ve had nothing my entire life. I was brought up to believe that I never needed anything. I was raised to destroy emotions, feelings, and desires. I was a husk and I hated it so much. I destroyed my whole world for a chance at freedom. But still I wandered, lost in this world that was so much different than my own. I resorted to the thing I knew how to do best: killing. I didn’t know how to gain attachments to people, I didn’t know how to show them that I loved them or cared for them, but it’s like the second I met you, it all snapped into place. I felt truly happy for the first time in my life. Your experiences might have been different from mine?—”
“Right, they were very different, which is why I feel like a fucking fool caring about them. At least I had a home and family?—”
I shake my head. “I had a home and my entire group was my family. Don’t decide whose life was worse,” I say as I push his hair back from where it’s fallen from its perfect position.“We were both raised in a life where love didn’t come easy. We had to fight and claw and struggle to get out of it. Just because our surroundings were different doesn’t mean what we went through and what we felt was any different. Ellison, I don’t think you understand the effect you’ve had on me. Before I met you, I lived my life hearing the degrading voices of the people who controlled me… of the people I killed constantly telling me how I ruined everything. I know they weren’t really talking to me; I know it was my own mind telling me how much of a fuckup I am.
“And the dreams that held me captive every night have grown fewer, washed away by being around you. You have changed so much for me, Ellison… let me change things for you.”
I take a deep breath before continuing. “I have finally found what I’ve been looking for my entire life. For most of it, this,” I gesture at us, “was nothing more than a life those better than me got. But now that I have you, I’m not planning on letting you go. So please don’t let me go.”
“I’m not… I’m protecting you. I can go away, try to figure this out and come back. Me leaving doesn’t have to be the end forever.”
“Why can’t we figure it out together?” I ask.
“What if you die like my brother?”
“I have nine lives.”
“You’re not a fucking cat!”
“Nah, I’m worse,” I assure him as I pull him in for a kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He’s quiet for a moment before setting his forehead against my shoulder. “You promise?”
“I’m like gum on your shoe. I’m not going anywhere even if you scrape me off.”
“That’s… I’m sure there’s a sexier analogy.”
“Nah, sexy as it gets.”
Ellison snorts before leaning back to look at me. “So sexy.”
“Thank you,” I say as I run a finger down his tattooed chest. “I’m glad we’re finally on the same page.”
“I feel like I was coerced onto the page.”
“Just the way I like it,” I tease.
“Of course it is,” he says before he kisses me.
My hand slides back down to our cocks, stroking them together while he pops open the lube and squeezes some onto his hand. He slides his hand down between my legs, then his finger gently circles my entrance before pushing inside.
“We’re not having sex,” he declares.
“Excuse me, what?” I ask, positive that his fingers are exploring the great beyond because his dick is going in next.
“You’re wounded. How is that going to feel while having sex?”
“It was a scratch! They didn’t even stitch it up. We can do it from behind if you’re so worried.”
