Elliot inhaled shakily.
He waited, but Elliot didn’t say anything, didn’t give him permission, so he added, “Can I?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” Elliot said, wiggling his hips.
Damon’s hand wandered under his waistband and gripped Elliot’s hard cock. “Have you been hiding this from me the whole time?”
“Yes,” he said.
Damon’s chest felt lighter; something euphoric filled him. “How?” Damon circled his thumb on the head to spread the precome.
“I have a spell to help constrict blood flow so it’s not as obvious.”
“That’s convenient.”
Elliot’s legs were trembling.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Damon asked, removing his hands and pressing his palms to Elliot’s thighs.
Elliot nodded. “Yes. It’s fine. It’s good. Yeah.”
Damon huffed a laugh, his lips near the back of Elliot’s ear. He tugged on Elliot’s shorts, and Elliot pushed them down to justabove his knees. Damon didn’t hesitate to grip him under the head and give him an exploratory stroke.
His dick was hot and smooth, and from this angle Damon could simply be jerking himself off. Except he wasn’t. This was Elliot. Elliot quivering in his arms. Elliot panting into his ear. Elliot’s precome leaking onto his fingers. Elliot’s hands squeezing his thighs.
Elliot’s moans as Damon licked and kissed up the side of his neck. He tongued the outside of his ear, sucking and nibbling the lobe as he jerked Elliot faster.
His other hand wandered over Elliot’s hip, and along his torso, for once being extremely careful to not tickle him. He brushed over his nipples, and Elliot thrust up a bit.
Hmm, so he liked that.
Damon fingered one nipple and then the other, playing with the hard buds until Elliot said, “Damon, I’m close.”
“Come for me then,” he whispered into his ear, eyes locked on Elliot’s lap.
Elliot tensed, his fingers dug into Damon’s thighs, knuckles white. He choked out an agonized moan that Damon cut off by slapping his hand over Elliot’s mouth so his mom didn’t hear.
Elliot’s come coated both of his thighs and Damon’s right hand. He slumped and leaned back, resting on Damon’s chest.
Damon released his mouth, and Elliot’s head lulled a little as if following his retreating hand. He reached over to grab a tissue to clean them up. Neither of them said anything as Damon wiped his hand and Elliot’s legs clean.
Elliot leaned forward to pull up his shorts, but instead of returning to his position—a position Damon would have gladly spent the rest of the night in—he turned around, kneeling in between Damon’s legs.
Elliot licked his lips. His hesitant gaze darted between Damon’s lap and his eyes. “Do you want me to...”
Damon was so fucking hard it hurt, but he tried to play it cool. “I mean, not if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do me any favors.”
Elliot’s pretty blue eyes blinked at him in slow motion. “Do you want me to touch you? Make you come?”
Damon’s heart started galloping away. He could only nod.
Elliot knee-walked to the side of Damon’s legs, giving him the space to lift his hips and pull down his pants and underwear. His dick slapped his stomach as it came free.
Elliot’s hand caressed his thigh, over his hip, and pushed up his shirt a little. “Do you want to lay back?”
Damon nodded again. He’d do whatever Elliot said. Anything. Anything. He just wanted his hands on him.
He laid on the carpet of his bedroom floor, and Elliot pushed up his t-shirt so his stomach was exposed to the air. Elliot lowered his mouth to Damon’s abs and kissed along the ridges of his muscles.
