To Danny’s surprise, Eliot leaned forward, catching his lips in a hard, biting kiss. His thrusts sped up even more, each one hard and fast enough to shake the entire bed. Eliot was obviously close, and all Danny could do about it was hold on for the ride, still stroking Eliot’s cock, now completely out of time.
That didn’t seem to matter too much to Eliot, though. He moaned, long and low, as he came all over Danny’s hand and stomach, burying his face in Danny’s neck as he rode his orgasm out.
Danny moved a hand to Eliot’s ass, holding him in place as he gave a few hard, short thrusts into him, his knee protesting with each one until, finally, he came, the release of pressure so forceful he saw stars behind his closed eyelids. His hips came up clear off the bed, jerking hard into Eliot, the spike of pain from his knee amplifying the pleasure of his orgasm.
Aftershocks sparked all over his skin as he settled back down, everywhere he was touching Eliot, until he was too exhausted and oversensitive to move anymore. All he could do was gasp for breath and wait for the world to stop spinning.
Eliot collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. Danny grunted at taking the extra weight, but Eliot was a long way from being too heavy for him, and he wouldn’t have traded having Eliot on top of him for anything.
For a few moments, the sound of their breathing was the only thing in the room.
That was nice. Peaceful. It made Danny feel as though they were the only two people in the world, just for the handful of seconds it took for Eliot to recover and roll off him, flopping onto the mattress.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked a moment later.
“No,” Danny responded. “Wouldn’t really have cared if you did.”
Eliot laughed softly at that. “All the same, I’d rather not. I’m dying for you to bend me over the back of your couch, and you can’t do that until you’ve recovered.”
Despite having just come, a faint jolt of arousal stirred in Danny’s stomach. He liked the sound of that.
He liked that Eliot was planning on a future, too. Even if the only thing he was planning was more sex.
“Nowthere’san incentive,” he said.
Eliot laughed again. Danny knew he’d never get tired of that sound. He wanted Eliot’s laughter in his life all the time.
“You want breakfast?” Eliot asked after another few moments.
Danny’s stomach growled before he got a chance to answer for himself. “Uh, apparently.”
Eliot rolled out of bed, standing and stretching luxuriantly, yawning. Danny couldn’t take his eyes off him, but then, he could rarely take his eyes off Eliot when he was in the room.
Danny didn’t think anyone who’d ever met Eliot had avoided falling in love with him.
“Pancakes okay?” he asked, disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.
“Pancakes would be awesome,” Danny called after him. “Have I mentioned lately that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”
Eliot strode back into the room, offering Danny a wet face towel to clean himself up with. He leaned in and kissed him as he handed it over, making a soft, happy sound as their lips connected.
“Not nearly often enough,” Eliot teased. “But I still love you.”
“Love you too,” Danny said as Eliot turned to go, still deliciously naked. If Eliot never wanted to wear clothes in the house again, that was okay with Danny.
He still wasn’t sure exactly how he’d gotten so lucky, but hewassure that he was never letting Eliot go.
