No—Elijah stares at me from where he towers above, and something hungry enters those hazel eyes.
His bright hair framing his face, his soft lips pouting so beautifully. All of his sweet, boyish features sit in such a stark contrast to the way he’s staring at me now. As if he’ll devour me at any moment.
Elijah views himself as the puppet master, and in this moment, he holds all of my strings.So beautiful.
“You look like an angel,” I whisper, and Elijah’s eyes widen. His breathing comes out quicker, chest rising and falling beneath his sweater.
“Do I?” He wants to hear it again.
“Yes. You’re glowing. I… I quite like being on my knees for you.”
“Fuck,” he whines, chin falling to his chest as those eyes hide away behind clenched eyelids.
“I think I know,” I tell him, and for some reason, the words keep pouring out. I’m not even completely sure of what I’m saying. But I know it’s right. That it’s the truth; I just wish I knew how I became aware of it. “I think I know how you need to be touched.”
Elijah opens his eyes, bottom lip quivering as he watches me from under hooded lids.“And how is that, Rowan?”
I want to hear it again. I want to hear my name from his lips in that lust-soaked voice.
I slowly pull his shoes and socks off, one after the other. And when they’re gone, I lift his foot to my mouth and kiss the top of it. I hear his breath catch.
“You want my attention,” I start, setting his foot back to the floor and running my hands up his legs. “You want someone to notice that you’re a lot more than just a pretty boy.”
“Rowan.” It sounds like a warning, like a plea. That is how I know I’m right.
My hands slip under his sweater, brushing up over his hard nipples.
“You’re so beautiful, Eli. Every time I touch you, it hurts. That’s how bright you burn.” I push the fabric of his sweater upuntil he gets the message, pulling it over his head. And for a brief moment, all I can think of is how they look exactly the same, even here. “Just looking at you makes me feel weak. So pure, so brilliant to look at. I don’t think I deserve even this much.”
“Rowan, please,” he pleads. “It’s time to touch me. Get up.” Now he demands, tugging on my shirt until I stand before him.
Only, I’m not quite done paying slow attention to every inch of his body that I can reach. As my fingers work the button of his slacks, I drop my mouth to his shoulder, licking and kissing the skin there.
He groans against me, hands gripping my biceps.
And once his pants hit the floor and all that’s left of him is his straining body and a pair of tiny white briefs, I take a step back to fully see him.
“Take them off,” I tell him, and Elijah doesn’t hesitate in his movements as he pulls the briefs down and kicks them away.
Now he is naked, fully exposed in front of me. His skin is smooth, so smooth in every area. A soft, tapered waist and narrow hips. His cock stands hard and wet, just long enough to touch his lower stomach with his desire.
I want to swallow him whole. The animalistic urge to mark every inch of his clean skin battles with the need to softly brush my lips over it in offering.
“You’re unearthly,” I breathe, taking a step toward him. Elijah holds a palm out to stop me. Then, he gestures to my own clothes with wide, desperate eyes.
Right, I’m fully clothed.
I pull my shirt and jeans off, taking my socks with them. And then I’m watching him as I slide my boxers down, revealing my own embarrassing need.
But my self-conscious thoughts only last a moment, as Elijah licks his lips and releases a stuttered breath in response to my dick and where it rests a few inches below my navel.
“Jesus,” he says, eyes slowly dragging up my body to meet mine. “Back on your knees.”
I do not need to be told twice. As soon as my knees hit the hardwood, Elijah is walking toward me. The sight of me below him must do as much for him as Elijah being above does for me. Arousal beads at his slit, sliding obscenely down his length once it builds to an unreasonable weight.
Once he’s right in front of me, I give in to the desire and lean forward, swiping my tongue along the trail and collecting the taste of him.
Elijah hisses, hips bucking forward just slightly. Only, I can’t really focus on his reaction over thetasteof him. A little musky, a little citrusy, a little… familiar.
