“Yeah,” he moaned.
“Do you want to go study?”
“No, I want you to fuck me.”
Damon didn’t ask again. He pressed his mouth to Elliot’s. Their tongues met, hot and eager, erasing any lingering doubts about what they should be doing with this time. Elliot gave over the heat of his magic, of his need for Damon. It was always likethis. Always this intense. He fell into the all-consuming fire of his desire.
He ran his hands up Damon’s neck, brushing his fingers along the soft buzzed hair at the back of his head.
Damon kissed his jaw and down his throat, then licked a slow line up his neck, dragging his tongue from his collarbone up to the curve of his ear.
Elliot’s eyes fluttered shut. His fingers clenched and released on Damon’s shoulders. They both pulled back to shuck off their shirts, and Damon went back to working him up into a frenzy.
He kissed and nipped and sucked on his nipples, leaving Elliot moaning and writhing and repeating his name over and over.
Damon kissed him long and deep enough that Elliot’s palms started lighting up with magic. Damon grinned into the kiss, pulling back to smirk at him. “I love that your magic tells me when you’re super horny.”
Elliot gave him a bland look, and thrust his hips up under Damon. “Cause my boner isn’t enough?”
“Oh, your boner is more than enough,” Damon said, eyebrows waggling. “But I know you can hide a boner from me. Your magic, though? It’s been obsessed with me lately.”
It had been. Once Elliot and Damon got together, his magic spiraled through him at new levels.
Grandmama’s theory was that his magic had been blocked. That keeping his crush on Damon a secret had been impeding Elliot’s energetic flow.
“I don’t blame it,” Damon said. He ran a hand over his own naked chest, across his toned pecs and down the ridges of his abdominals, like a striptease. “I am pretty fucking amazing. I’d be obsessed with me too.”
Elliot pushed Damon—an excuse to squeeze and knead those beautiful muscles—and toppled them both off the beanbag. “Canyou shut up and fuck me already? Or do you wanna stare at yourself in a mirror instead? I can just go—”
“Hey, remember when you said I was three levels hotter than you?” Damon said. “I miss the days when you complimented me.”
Elliot rolled his eyes. He grabbed the back of his boyfriend’s head and kissed him. Elliot’s hand skated down Damon’s body and rubbed his erection over the top of his jeans. “You’re so fucking hot, Damon. I want your big cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.” He undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper, sneaking his hand into Damon’s boxers. He stroked his dick as best as he could at that angle. “How was that for a compliment?”
Damon inhaled raggedly. “I know you’re patronizing me, but that was still really hot.”
Elliot chuckled, and they both got rid of the rest of their clothes in a hurried, messy jumble of limbs. They were still on the floor. Neither had enough of the logical portions of their brains turned on in that moment to move to the bed.
Damon straddled Elliot and reached up to the nightstand drawer to grab the lube and a condom before he was back again, chest to chest, lips to lips. He kissed Elliot and teased his cock with slow, torturous strokes.
Elliot thrust up into his hand impatiently.
Damon smirked, not increasing his pace, letting Elliot dangle at the edge ofnot enoughandjust a little more.
Elliot’s fingernails dug into Damon’s shoulders. “Please, Damon.”
The bastard removed his hand.
“Ugh!” Elliot was about ready to wrestle Damon to the ground and take what he wanted, but Damon leaned forward and got a little more lube, coating his fingers to tease the outer rim of Elliot’s hole.
Elliot settled down.
“This what you want?” Damon taunted.
“Uh huh,” he whined. “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”
He wiggled his hips until Damon’s finger breached his hole, and he moaned at how good it felt when Damon was inside of him.
Damon craved Elliot’s pleasure. He shook in anticipation of how Elliot’s eyes would go blank and unseeing, fucked up from what Damon could do to him. He fingered his hole, slow and teasing, brushing against his prostate on every third thrust to drive Elliot crazy.
