Page 16 of Not So Casual

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I fire off a quick text to Elias.

Alexander: How do you feel about Chinese?

Elias: Love it!

Smiling, I switch over to the delivery app and place an order for some Chinese food. Elias and I have eaten together many times over the past few years, so I already know what types of dishes he would like.

Trying to bide time, I pace around the kitchen and living room, not sure what I should be doing with my extra time. The doorbell rings, and my body vibrates with excitement. Swinging the door open, I smile, taking in Elias.

“Caught the food delivery person on the way up, so I grabbed the food.” He shakes the bag of food in front of me and I quickly grab it from him before ushering him into the room, my hand on his lower back.

“Thanks.”

“This place looks a lot better when I don’t have a massive headache,” he says, turning in a circle to look around my condo.

Glancing around, I try to take in my place from his perspective. The dark gray walls, with sleek black furniture everywhere. There are two couches and a recliner that faces the TV, which is mounted on the wall. Gray and black are the only colors in the room. There’s artwork on the walls, but nothing with a personal touch. Soft lamps throughout the room, giving everything a soft glow. It’s pretty bland if I’m being honest. The only thing in here that’s not bland is my piano that’s sitting in the corner. It’s probably the one thing I actually spent time picking out.

“It’s alright,” I say, placing the bag of food on the counter. The fragrance surrounds me and my mouth waters. I ordered an assortment of food, from dumplings to rice to crab Rangoons. “You ready to eat?”

“Starving.”

Taking all the food out, we take turns grabbing the different things we want, loading up our plates. Looking down at Elias’ plate, I laugh.

“Damn, that’s a lot of food.”

“You know how much I eat.” He chuckles, rubbing his stomach playfully.

“Oh, I do. Which is why I ordered as much as I did.”

He shoves a steamed dumpling in his mouth before offering me a giant smile. “So good,” he moans, my dick perking up in excitement.

The thought of getting Elias naked causes me to eat quicker, shoveling food into my mouth as fast as I can, barely tasting it as it goes down. Chugging some water, I look up when Elias snickers.

“Hmm,” I mumble after I swallow.

“Someone’s impatient. I don’t think I’ve seen you take an actual bite. You’re inhaling the food.”

“Elias, I have been hard and waiting since you muttered the word lace to me earlier.”

He giggles and stands up, making his way toward me, while I stay rooted to my chair.

“You mean this?” he asks, slowly pulling down the waistband of his pants, showing me a hint of bright pink lace against his skin. The same bright pink that matches his bow tie from earlier.

I reach out, rubbing my finger against the lace, then move my finger toward his waistband, pulling him closer to me.

His breath hitches and a shiver runs through him. Standing up, I lean forward, nuzzling into his neck. I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of Elias. Vanilla and brown sugar. I slowly glide my nose alongside his neck, trailing up toward his ear, loving the way his body settles against mine.

One of my hands continues along his waistband, while the other slides up his body, grabbing hold of his neck. Turning his head toward me, I take his lips with mine, teasing at the seam, coaxing him to open for me.

His tongue slides into my mouth, and I groan, pulling him tighter against me. My hands find his hair, gripping tightly, keeping him right where I want him. His kiss is everything. He consumes me wholeheartedly, and I’m not sure what it is about him, but I could stay here forever kissing him. I walk him backward toward the couch, our mouths never leaving one another. I quickly turn us, and sit down, pulling him down on top of me.

Moving my hands over his lithe body, I explore every dip and plane, burning this into my memory. The way his eyes are molten lava with want for me. How he’s subtly grinding himself down, trying to get some friction. The way his hair is wild from my touch.

Elias whimpers and grinds himself down on me, my dick getting impossibly hard. Pulling back, I gasp out quickly, “I want to see the lace.”

Elias scampers off my lap, my hand coming out to catch him before he falls as he gets stuck on the couch. Chuckling, I shake my head at how enthusiastic he seems.

He stands up quickly and turns around, but not before giving me a saucy wink. His perfect ass is in my face, so I sit on my hands to stop myself from reaching out and touching him. Slowly, so slowly I start growing impatient, he slides his slacks down, revealing his ass half covered by pink lace.

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