Page 133 of Body and Soul

I smirked and continued mapping the dips and planes of Eli's torso with lips and teeth and tongue. I followed the colorful swirls of his tattoos, tracing them with reverent fingertips. Eli quivered and shook, his skin flushed and damp with sweat.

When I reached the waistband of his pajama pants, I hooked my fingers under the elastic and tugged them down in one motion. Eli's cock sprang free, hard and leaking against his belly. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him laid bare before me, his lithe body marked with my bites and bruises, his platinum hair mussed against the pillow.

Then I descended on Eli's cock with a hunger that bordered on feral, swallowing him down to the root in one smooth motion. Eli keened, his hips bucking up into the wet heat of my mouth. I pinned his hips to the bed with bruising force, taking control of his pleasure as I worked him with lips and tongue.

I lavished attention on the heavy ring of metal through his slit because I knew he loved it. I lapped at it, flicking my tongue against the captive bead, relishing Eli's choked cry. I tugged at it gently with my teeth, careful not to be too rough, and Eli's whole body jolted as if electrified.

The restraints creaked as he twisted his wrists, desperate to touch, to grab hold of me, but I didn't relent. I wanted him so mindless with pleasure that he forgot his own name.

I released his cock from my mouth, letting it slap wetly against his belly, and crawled up his body to claim his lips with a kiss. Eli opened for me eagerly, his tongue sliding against mine.

I fumbled blindly for the lube in the nightstand, unwilling to break the kiss for even a moment. My fingers closed around the bottle and I flicked it open, messily slicking my fingers.

I circled Eli's entrance with a finger, teasing the sensitive skin. Eli whined into my mouth and pressed himself down, fucking himself on my finger. I pressed a second finger in alongside the first, scissoring them to stretch Eli open. He was so tight, his body clutching at my fingers as I worked him open. I twisted my wrist, crooking my fingers just so, and Eli's back bowed off the bed as I found just the right spot inside him.

“Fuck, Sir, please,” he babbled, his voice wrecked. “Need you. Need your cock.”

I couldn't deny him, not when he begged so sweetly. I withdrew my fingers and quickly slicked my aching cock. I notched the blunt head against Eli's stretched hole and paused. “Look at me, boy,” I demanded.

Eli's lust-dark eyes met mine and held as I pushed forward, sheathing myself inside him in one long, slow thrust, watching as his eyes rolled back and he pulled his pierced bottom lip between his teeth.

“God, I missed this,” I gritted out, fighting the urge to let go and rut into him mindlessly.

Eli just whimpered, tossing his head back against the pillow, the tendons of his neck straining. I paused for a moment, savoring the exquisite clench of his body around me. Then I began to move, setting a brutal pace.

The headboard slammed against the wall as I pounded into Eli, chasing my pleasure and his. Eli met me thrust for thrust, his lean muscles flexing as he moved. He groaned, his neglected cock bouncing against his belly, pre-cum dripping over the metal ring.

I ground into Eli mercilessly, my hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm. The wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Eli's wrecked moans and whimpers. Sweat slicked our bodies as I fucked into him like an animal, driven by pure base instinct.

I couldn't get enough of him, of his body gripping me tight. It was heaven and hell all at once, the all-consuming need to claim him, to possess him utterly. To mark him inside and out as mine.

But it was more than that. I needed him to know that even though I had been gone for some time, nothing had changed between us. I still wanted him, needed him. Eli had become the great stabilizing force in my life. He was the glue that bound all the strange pieces of me together and made me whole in a way I’d never thought possible.

Eli writhed beneath me, his lean, tattooed body straining against the leather binding his wrists. His cock bobbed heavily between us, the thick silver ring through the head taunting me. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and squeezed, swallowing Eli's guttural moan in a kiss.

I reveled in the heavy weight of Eli's cock in my hand, the velvet-soft skin stretched taut over rigid hardness. I could feel every ridge and vein, could trace the thick cord running along the underside. But it was the gleaming silver ring through the head that held my focus, that made Eli's cock a work of art. Iloved the feel of his piercing against my palm, the way it made his cock feel different, exotic. Like a delicious secret only I was privy to.

I circled the piercing with my thumb, feeling the contrast of warm, silky flesh and cool, unyielding metal. Eli shuddered beneath me, his breathing ragged as I toyed with the thick captive bead. I tugged at it gently, pulling the ring taut, and Eli's strangled moan was music to my ears.

“You like that, don't you, boy?” I purred, my voice a low rumble.

“Yes, Sir,” Eli gasped out, his hips twitching as he fucked up into my fist.

I tightened my grip, squeezing Eli's shaft as I worked the piercing with ruthless focus. I flicked the metal with my thumbnail, delighting in the full-body shudder that earned me. Eli's cock jumped in my hand, the slit weeping steadily now, pre-cum dribbling down to slick my fingers.

I gathered some and smeared it around the head and over the piercing until it gleamed. The piercing fascinated me. How something so simple could bring such intense sensation. I loved how responsive Eli was to even the lightest touch there, his whole body quivering at my mercy.

I kept my thrusts slow and deep as I focused all my attention on Eli's cock, determined to make him fall apart. Eli whined high in his throat, his hips jerking erratically as he tried to fuck up into my fist. But I kept my grip firm, controlling his pleasure.

I traced the ridge of Eli's swollen head, circling the piercing and dipping just the tip of my finger into his leaking slit. Eli convulsed, a broken moan tearing from his throat. I did it again and felt Eli's cock throb in my hand.

“That's it, just like that,” I crooned, my voice a low, soothing rumble. “Let me take you apart. Let me make you come just from this, from me playing with your pretty cock.”

Eli let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sob, his head thrashing against the pillow. “Please!”

I smiled, slowing my thrusts until I was barely moving, just grinding deep. “Please what? Use your words, boy.”

“I need to come,” Eli sobbed out, his lashes damp and spiked against flushed cheeks. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

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