He started a steady rhythm, rising and falling, fucking himself on Gerard’s dick. He undulated, gasping as Gerard’s length dragged inside him. He moved faster.
“You feel so good.” Elias squeezed his eyes shut as he rode Gerard’s prick.
Gerard groaned. His hands gripped Elias’s hips. He thrust up into Elias.
Elias cried out, rhythm faltering as Gerard fucked up inside him, again and again, jolting him. He wrapped an arm around Gerard’s neck, trying to steady himself as Gerard slammed into him.
Elias angled his hips. On the next thrust, Gerard hit that magic spot. Sparks burst inside Elias.
“Yes!” He shoved back, meeting each of Gerard’s thrusts. And each time, Gerard nailed his prostate dead-on.
His world turned fuzzy. His body tightened. Gerard grunted with each powerful thrust.
“I’m close,” Elias whispered.
Gerard released his grip on one of Elias’s hips and wrapped it around Elias’s leaking cock.
Elias flung his head back. He shouted. Cum splattered on his chest as pleasure lit up his blood. Gerard cried out, and he pulled Elias down, shoving his cock deep. He shuddered and cried out. Warm seed flooded Elias’s insides in thick pulses.
For several minutes, they held each other, breathing heavily.
The door handle rattled. Elias lifted his head. The handle turned, and the door pushed forward. But it couldn’t get past the chair Gerard had placed there.
“This room is taken!” Elias cried out. “Find your own place to fuck.” The door closed. Elias leaned his head on Gerard’s shoulder and laughed.
Gerard chuckled.
Unsteadily, the two rose and dressed.
“Um. You should probably head back to your room,” Gerard said.
Elias frowned. “Why?”
Gerard looked him up and down. The corner of his lips tugged up. “You are a bit dishevelled.”
Elias pulled out his compact mirror from his trouser pocket. He opened it. His eye and lip make-up had smudged. A quick touch-up would not fix it. He’d have to remove it all and start again.
He pulled the mirror back so he could see more of himself. His hair had started to come undone; strands fell down and stuck out. Bite marks covered his jaw and throat.
Elias tilted his head. “I think the just-fucked look suits me.” He smoothed a hand over his messy hair. “It’s a littlechaotic, but”—he shrugged a shoulder—“I think I can pull it off.”
He snapped his mirror closed and tucked it into his pocket. “What do you think?” He held out his arms, presenting himself for Gerard’s inspection.
Gerard laughed and pulled Elias into his arms. “I think you look glorious.”
Elias smiled. “Then we should go rejoin the ball. I want to dance with you.”
“People will whisper. They will know that it was me who fucked you,” Gerard pointed out.
Elias tilted his head. Did Gerard think he minded? “Good. I want them to know.” Then he tugged Gerard towards the door.
Chapter
Thirty-One
Gerard stared out the window, gazing up at the sky. He held a teacup in his hand. In just a few more days, he’d marry Elias. And surprisingly, he no longer feared it. In fact, he actually looked forward to it.
He thought of Elias dancing in his arms, smiling up at him with his messy hair and smudged make-up that showed the world he’d clearly just been fucked. Gerard had seen the glances and heard the whispers as they swirled across the dance floor together.
