Page 163 of Body and Soul

As if he even had to ask.

I set the sketchbook down carefully on the bed and closed the distance between us in two long strides. Eli barely had time to let out a surprised little “oof” before I was crushing him to my chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck and just breathing him in.

“It's perfect,” I rasped, my voice raw with emotion. “Of course I’ll wear it.”

Eli melted against me, his arms coming up to wind around my waist as he nuzzled into my shoulder. I could feel his smile against my skin. “You’ll do it?”

“Of course, Eli. Absolutely.”

“Are you sure you like the design? Because I can—”

I silenced him with a kiss. “Like it? Eli, I... fuck, I love it. It's the most amazing thing anyone's ever given me.” I pulled back enough to cradle his face in my hands, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones. His eyes were shining, a hectic flush coloring his pale skin.

I leaned in and captured his lips in another kiss. Eli responded eagerly, his mouth opening under mine as he pressed closer, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I walked us backwards until the backs of Eli's knees hit the mattress. I followed Eli down onto the bed, my body blanketing his as I sealed my mouth over his in a deep, claiming kiss. Eli arched up into me, his lean body molding to mine like two puzzle pieces snapping into place. His clever fingers found their way under my shirt, skating over my abs and making the muscles jump under his touch.

I groaned into his mouth, my blood heating with the effortless way he set my body on fire, like striking a match. I nipped at his plush bottom lip, tugging on that sinful lip ring with my teeth just to hear the breathy little moan it elicited. Eli's hips canted up, seeking friction, and I obliged, grinding down against him until we were both panting.

I tore my mouth away from his to blaze a trail of open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, down the elegant column of his throat. I scraped my teeth over his jumping pulse, soothing the sting with my tongue, marking him up the way I knew he loved. Eli keened, his head tipping back to give me better access as his nails bit into my shoulders through my shirt.

“Off,” he demanded breathlessly, tugging at the fabric. “I want to feel you.”

I pushed up onto my knees long enough to strip my shirt over my head and toss it aside before descending on Eli again. We both groaned at the first slide of bare skin on skin, nothing separating us from each other.

I let my hands roam over Eli's body, re-learning every dip and curve, every sharp angle and smooth plane. His skin was warm silk beneath my rough palms and I reveled in the way he shivered and sighed, arching up into my touch like he couldn't get enough. Like I was the air he needed to breathe.

I followed the path of my hands with my mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every bit of pale flesh I could reach. I laved my tongue over the smattering of freckles on his shoulders, connecting them like constellations. I nipped at the jut of his collarbones, scraping my teeth over the delicate skin until Eli was squirming beneath me, breathy little moans falling from his kiss-swollen lips.

“Sir, please...” he whined, his fingers scrabbling at my back, trying to pull me closer. Always closer. “Please fuck me. Make me yours again.”

Fuck. Those needy little pleas shot straight to my cock, making it throb against the confines of my pants. I'd never get over how responsive Eli was, how easily he came apart under my hands. And the way he begged so sweetly to be claimed, to be owned, to be mine... It did something feral to me, tapped into that primal part of my brain that wanted to mount him and mark him and make sure every inch of his body remembered who it belonged to.

I gripped Eli's hips, my fingers digging into the sharp jut of bone as I ground against him, letting him feel how hard I was. How much I wanted him. Eli mewled, his back bowing as he bucked up to meet me, desperate for more friction. I reached down to palm Eli through his sweatpants, feeling the way his cock jumped at my touch. He was already so hard, a wet patch forming where he was leaking.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband of Eli's sweatpants and tugged, peeling them down his hips along with his briefs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his taut stomach andleaving a smear of pre-cum on his pale skin. My mouth watered at the sight.

I dragged my eyes up the length of his body, taking in every inch of bared flesh, every elegant line and soft curve. Eli was breathing hard, his chest heaving and his skin flushed a pretty pink. His eyes, when they met mine, were dark and hazy with need, the black of his pupils nearly eclipsing the pale blue.

“I could look at you like this all day,” I rasped, my voice rough with want.

Eli's blush deepened, spreading down his neck to his chest. He squirmed under my heated gaze, equal parts shy and preening. “I'd rather you do more than look, Sir,” he said, a teasing lilt to his breathless voice.

I smirked. “Greedy boy.” But I obliged him, ducking my head to run my tongue up the underside of his cock from root to tip. Eli gasped, his hips bucking up involuntarily as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head.

I lapped at the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at Eli's slit, savoring the salty-bitter taste of him on my tongue. Eli whined, his hands fisting in the sheets as his hips twitched restlessly. I could see how badly he wanted to buck up into my mouth, to chase the wet heat of my tongue, but he held himself still. Waiting for permission, like the good boy he was.

“That's it, boy,” I praised, my voice a low rumble. “Let me take care of you.”

I wrapped my lips around the head of Eli's cock and sucked gently, my tongue flicking over his slit. Eli shuddered, a broken moan falling from his lips as his thighs trembled with the effort of keeping still. I took him deeper, inch by inch, until my nose was buried in the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock and the head was nudging the back of my throat.

I swallowed around him, my throat muscles fluttering and contracting, and Eli groaned, his back arching off the bed.

“Oh fuck, Sir, your mouth...” The words trailed off into an incoherent moan as I started to bob my head, taking him deep on every downstroke.

I set a relentless pace, my lips stretched tight around Eli's shaft as I worked him with lips and tongue and the barest hint of teeth.

Eli thrashed beneath me, broken whimpers and pleas spilling from his kiss-swollen lips as I worked him with single-minded focus. I pinned his hips to the bed with one forearm, keeping him still as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard.

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