His hands came up to cup the back of Henry’s head, and he kissed him back with all the fierce, desperate love he had kept buried for so long, deepening the kiss as they stumbled backward and tumbled onto the mattress together.
Just then, Elisha’s phone began to ring.
Jasmine.
Her name flashed across the screen, ringing loudly in the quiet room. But Elisha didn’t stop. He didn’t even glance back, completely unwilling to let anything pull him away from Henry.
Henry deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling tightly into Elisha’s hair. Shifting his weight, Elisha slid his hands under Henry’s arms to reposition them both in the center of the bed, smoothly climbing over him until he was fully kneeling between Henry’s thighs.
Breaking away from Henry’s lips for a fraction of a second, Elisha trailed a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his jawline. He found the sensitive hollow of Henry’s throat and sucked hard, his tongue swirling against the pulse point there until a sharp, breathless gasp tore from Henry’s chest.
"Eli..." Henry whimpered, his hands sliding down to grip Elisha’s shoulders, his nails digging in as the friction sent shivers straight down his spine.
Elisha didn’t hold back anymore. Every ounce of jealousy, every hidden longing, and every suffocating month of forced distance poured into the touch. He kissed his way back up to Henry’s lips, devouring him in a desperate, bruising rhythm that left them both breathless.
With shaking hands, Elisha grabbed the hem of Henry’s loose shirt and yanked it up, stripping it over his head in one swift motion to bare his pale, flushed skin to the cool air.
Henry tilted his back eagerly, his hands sliding under the fabric of Elisha’s shirt, dragging it up and casting it aside to press his palms hot and bare against Elisha’s muscled chest.
Stripped to the waist, skin sliding against skin, Elisha paused for just a heartbeat to look down at him.
In the dim bedroom light, with his blonde hair spilled across the sheets and his chest rising and falling, Henry looked like absolute perfection.
Elisha groaned against his mouth.
His hands moved swiftly, finishing the work of stripping away the rest of their clothes until they were completely naked and tangled together in the soft light.
Leaning down, Elisha pressed his lips softly against Henry’s ear and whispered, "Are you sure about this?"
Henry tilted his head back, leaning forward to snap his teeth gently against Elisha’s chest in a sharp bite. "Do it," he breathed out, his eyes heavy with raw anticipation. "Don’t keep me waiting."
Elisha’s hands slid down to cup Henry’s hips. "Do you have lube and a condom?" he asked.
Henry frowned slightly. "Why?"
"Last time I didn’t prepare you well," Elisha murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of guilt and aching desire. "But today I want to make sure I do it the way you want it. Properly."
"Stop talking," Henry scolded softly, his fingers digging into Elisha’s back. "Open the drawer. I have lube, but don’t use a condom on me. I want you inside me raw."
A rush of heat surged through Elisha at those words. He kissed Henry’s neck, then reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the bottle of lubricant.
Elisha flipped the cap open and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. He took a moment to coat his thick cock, making sure he was slick and ready, before turning his full attention back to the beautiful man beneath him.
He gently nudged Henry’s legs apart, spreading them wide to give himself perfect access. Pouring a little more lube onto his fingers, Elisha reached down, softly tracing the sensitive entrance. Henry shivered, his hips tilting up.
Taking his time, Elisha slowly pressed his first finger inside.
Henry let out a long, shuddering sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as his tight walls clenched around Elisha’s finger.
Elisha kept his movements slow and deliberate, massaging the slick, heated muscles, bending his finger slightly to find the sweet spot that made Henry gasp.
Once Henry began to relax around him, Elisha added a second finger, stretching him wider. He moved them in a slow, rhythmic scissor motion, easing the tightness and building the friction. The slick sound of his fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet room, matching the heavy pace of Henry’s breathing.
"Eli..." Henry whimpered, twisting his fingers into the bedsheets. The slow, torturous build-up was driving him crazy. "Please... enough. I’m ready. I want your cock inside me. Put it inside me."
Elisha smiled wickedly, satisfied that Henry was sufficiently preparedand slick with heat, Elisha withdrew his fingers. He shifted forward, settling himself comfortably between Henry’s spread thighs. Supporting his weight on his forearms, he guided the head of his cock right to Henry’s entrance, letting him feel the sheer size and heat of what was about to happen.
Elisha held Henry’s gaze, his eyes burning with deep, unspoken love, and slowly pushed forward.
Henry let out a sharp, breathless gasp, his fingers flying up to grip Elisha’s shoulders as he was stretched open. The sensation was intense—a tight, burning fullness that left him completely overwhelmed.
"Eli, be gentle. It’s a little... I could..."
"Shh, I’ve got you," Elisha soothed, pausing his movements entirely. He peppered soft kisses over Henry’s face, his jaw, and his lips, holding himself perfectly still while buried just a few inches inside. "Breathe for me, Henry. Just let your body adjust."
Henry swallowed hard, taking a few deep, trembling breaths. Slowly, Elisha felt the tight, hot walls around his cock begin to soften and yield, relaxing to accommodate his size. When Henry finally nodded, his eyes heavy with raw desire, Elisha pressed deeper.
Inch by inch, Elisha buried himself completely, letting out a rough groan as they locked together. He waited another heartbeat, ensuring Henry was okay, before he finally pulled back and delivered the first slow, deep thrust.
"Ah—" Henry gasped, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as Elisha hit deep inside him. "Be gentle."
Elisha froze instantly, his muscles trembling. "I am," he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. "Does it hurt? Should I stop?"
"Don’t you dare stop," Henry breathed out, shaking his head against the pillow. "Do it. Just... be gentle."
"Alright," Elisha promised.
The sensation was electric. Elisha kept his pace measured at first, forcing himself to go slow and listen to Henry’s body. But the tight, scorching friction, combined with the sight of Henry undone beneath him, made gentleness impossible to maintain.
Elisha pulled back, withdrawing almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt, drawing a high, breathy whine from Henry’s throat.
Henry clamped his jaw, trying to swallow down his moans, but the overwhelming pleasure made it impossible to hold back. Sweet, broken sounds kept slipping from his lips, and hearing them made Elisha completely lose the ability to temper his pace.
Suddenly, Henry’s hands slid down to Elisha’s hips, his fingers digging into the hard muscle to pull him closer. "Harder," Henry begged, his voice raw and desperate, completely forgetting the boundary of being just best friends. "Eli, please... give me more."
Elisha’s control snapped entirely. He shifted his weight, his hands clamping down on Henry’s hips, pinning him flat against the mattress. With a low, feral growl, Elisha began to pound into him. The careful glide vanished, replaced by deep, punishing thrusts. The quiet bedroom was instantly filled with the heavy, wet sound of their bodies colliding and Henry’s loud, unfiltered moans.
"Fuck, Eli!" Henry choked out, his back bowing off the sheets. Driven mad by the overwhelming friction, Henry reached down, wrapping his hand around his own hard cock. He stroked himself hard and fast, matching the ruthless, pounding rhythm Elisha was setting inside him.
"Fuck, that’s fucking perfect, Eli," Henry gasped, tossing his head back as the pleasure built to a breaking point. "I’m close... I can’t take—ah! Fuck me, please!"
The intense heat and the raw desperation in his plea pushed Henry straight over the edge...