Semua Bab Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Bab 11 - Bab 13

‎After a long day, Eli and Damien's apartment was a sanctuary of quiet routine. They ate the previous night's leftovers, the simple act a comfort in itself. Eli, ever deriving pleasure in caring for his partner, washed the dishes and then turned his attention to Damien, a silent, loving ritual. He carried Dame upstairs to the bath and scrubbed his lover's body with a gentle touch, then applied mint balm to soothe his muscles. The soft scent of mint filled the air as he massaged an anti-inflammatory cream into Eli's entrance, a tender gesture that made Damien whimper in his sleep.‎ ‎With Damien asleep, Eli slipped into the shower, his muscles coiled and stiff. The hot water was a temporary balm against the resurfacing memories of his traumatic childhood. The face of his mother, a prostitute who had sold herself and even him, flashed in his mind. The money she earned, and the money she got from selling him,

The hiss of the shower filled the bathroom, steam curling around them like a heavy fog. Damien leaned against the tiled wall, water streaming down his chest, his muscles still loose from sleep—and lingering arousal.‎‎Eli stood behind him, hands slow and possessive as they lathered soap over his body. But it wasn’t just about washing. Damien could feel it in the way Eli's fingertips pressed into his hips, the quiet edge in his voice.‎‎“You were restless last night,” Eli said, low, close to his ear.‎‎Damien tensed. “Was I?”‎‎“You were whimpering.” Eli's hand slipped down, fingers brushing along Damien's shaft, slick with water now. “You weren't just dreaming about me, baby.”‎‎Damien bit his lip. His cheeks burned hotter than the water pouring over him. “You… and someone else.”‎‎Eli's hand froze for half a second before his grip tightened, pumping Damien’s length with slow, calculated strokes. “Someone else?” His voice was deceptively calm, but Damien could feel the tension b