Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale
The touch was tender, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside both of them.
Eli stirred under the attention, his eyes fluttering open groggily, disoriented at first. He shifted instinctively, curling into Zeke's side and rubbing his body against him like a cat seeking warmth—his hands trailing down Zeke's chest, his hips pressing forward with a whimper, pulling at Zeke's heart string. "I need... you," Eli murmured, his voice thick with sleep and vulnerability, his eyes pleading for the release only Zeke could provide.