“I’m gonna cum—”
Eli didn’t move.
Didn’t even blink.
Dominic came hard with a groan that he barely managed to bite back, his cock pulsing down Eli’s throat.
When it was over, Eli climbed up his chest, kissed him deep, messily, letting him taste himself.
Dominic flipped him without a word, pinning him to the mattress, eyes wild with gratitude and something heavier.
He didn’t need to prep much as Eli’s saliva was still dripping from his cock. He lined up and slid in slowly, groaning as Eli arched for him.
Eli moaned, legs wrapping around his back. “Fuck me slow.”
Dominic did.
He fucked him slowly, deeply, holding his face, kissing him between every thrust, whispering things Eli wouldn’t remember later—only how they sounded, how they felt.
By the time Eli came, he was shaking, whispering yes over and over like a prayer.
Dominic followed soon after, buried deep, holding him like he was afraid he’d disappear.
Afterward, they stayed tangled.
Sweaty. Sticky. Silent.
“You’re not going back to
