A joyous laugh came out of Knight’s mouth, and he moved his free hand between Elliot’s thighs, cupping his dick and stroking his balls through the tight denim. “I missed your legs around me. They’re so fucking long.”
Elliot leaned up and nipped on Knight’s ear, loving the feeling of Knight’s big hand around his junk as he reciprocated by caressing Knight’s dick through the jeans. “I bet you can’t wait for my body around your dick though,” he whispered, making his own cheeks grow hotter. He’d never met a man who was better than Knight at talking dirty, and he was happy to return the favor.
Knight hummed in that low, exciting way that vibrated all the way to Elliot’s balls. “Fuck, yes. You’re not gonna be able to stand on your own tomorrow once I’m done with that sweet hole between your cheeks,” he said and slapped Elliot’s buttock gently.
Elliot whimpered and only clung to him tighter. “I’ll just spend the whole day in bed.” He was so ready to forget about the world and its horrors in Knight’s arms. Right here and right now, it didn’t matter that what they had was a messy, undefined something. It was simple.
Elliot wanted Knight between his legs, and Knight wanted to fuck Elliot raw.
Perfectly aligned needs.
“Even with the rubber, I love feeling you come inside me,” Elliot whispered, half-lucid from his head spinning. He slid one of his hands down Knight’s nape and the other under Knight’s long-sleeve. Those muscles were rock. Fucking. Solid.
Knight’s eyes rolled back, and he gasped, exposing his pronounced Adam’s apple. “Fuck. I just want to be naked,” he said and pulled Elliot up so that they both kneeled facing each other. He quickly dropped the cut and long-sleeve before proceeding to unbuckle his pants with strong, veiny hands.
Elliot got so lost in watching he forgot to do the same, but when Knight gave him an expectant look, Elliot instantly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, finding it hard to focus even on a task this easy when Knight’s thick, erect dick popped out into view. Wasn’t that a thing of beauty?
“I love you naked. You’re like a Viking, stealing me away from home.”
Knight slid his arm into the curve of Elliot’s spine and pulled him closer for a deep, demanding kiss that left Elliot quivering for more. With one push, Knight had Elliot lying on the sofa again, and tugged down both his jeans and underwear, grinning like the happiest of plunderers.
“Really? I bet you want to be taken into that kind of slavery.”
Elliot was ready to give more kisses and hand over his body. In Knight’s hands, he was clay to be moulded into any shape Knight would enjoy. The touch of Knight’s fingers along his spine was so tender, and yet so full of craving for more.
“Only because I secretly want to give everything you’re taking.”
Knight groaned, pushing his body down on Elliot’s while reaching into one of the small drawers on the side of the coffee table. “Yes. Maybe you should tell me. What do you want to do with my big dick?” he rasped, pulling his teeth over Elliot’s cheek.
Elliot whimpered from the closeness of it all. He loved holding his legs open for Knight. “I want it deep in my ass. I love when you just take what you want, yet still seem in control. You look out for me even when I’m far gone. I’m throbbing down there already when I think about you stabbing into me.” His breath sped up with every word, and he watched Knight’s gorgeous, flushed chest move at an equally rapid pace.
Every word seemed to trigger his lover’s excitement further, and soon enough Knight was kneeling and pushing Elliot’s thighs wide apart. The tube in his hand had been a permanent fixture of their sex life so far, and just spotting it had Elliot growing hotter.
Knight’s hands were slick and cool from the gel as they glided up and down Elliot’s crack, massaging the wrinkled, sensitive skin around the hole so teasingly Elliot’s thighs trembled from the sensation.
A satisfied grin emerged on Knight’s face, as if this were just the effect he was looking for. “You want it bad, don’t you? A bad, slutty boy.”
Elliot nodded quickly, looking back and forth between Knight’s face and his stiff dick, each time gliding his gaze over the plains of muscle and ink. “I do. I was horny for your dick from the day I met you. Even when I still hated you, I wanted you to push me down and fuck me into the mattress.” Watching Knight intently, unsure if this was something appealing to Knight, he slowly slid his own hand between his legs, and his own fingers joined Knight’s between his buttocks.
The sharp inhale and flaring nostrils were enough of a sign, but Knight’s pupils widened as if to take in more of the view before him, and he pulled on Elliot’s hand, directing it to the slickened hole. “Go on. Fuck yourself like you want me to fuck you.”
Elliot’s eyelids lowered and he had no shame whatsoever when he saw just how much he was desired. “I’ve done this thinking of you when I didn’t even know you were an option,” he rasped, and slipped the tip of his finger into his body with ease, making small rounded movements to prepare himself for more. The sensitive skin sent jolts of arousal straight to his balls. He couldn’t wait to have Knight’s stiff dick slide into him.
Knight licked his lips as he leaned closer, completely focused on the obscene sight. “That’s it. Open yourself up. So that I can go right in, all the way to the balls,” he said and rubbed Elliot’s buttock with his palm.
The touch was so exciting Elliot pushed two of his fingers in deep, whimpering and arching his body for more. He loved Knight’s hands. Sometimes they caressed him so gently, other times served up a surprise slap. Always warm, with thick fingers that were nothing like Elliot’s. “Yes, you will, you’ll be able to fuck me hard and fast,” he rasped, letting the movement of his fingers become rapid. With all of Knight’s skin on show, Elliot’s cock was already leaking precum on his stomach.
Knight grinned, visibly hungry as he moved just the tips of his fingers along the underside of Elliot’s dick and then lower, to tickle his balls. “Harder. I’m not gonna show you mercy. Just gonna ride you until I can empty my balls inside you.”
Elliot whimpered at the words alone and added a third finger, fucking himself fast and already imagining how Knight’s dick would replace them soon. “I wanna drip with it. Be your tribute everyday,” he said breathlessly, getting hot and sweaty.
Knight’s eyes lost some of their focus, but he grabbed a strip of condoms and quickly pulled out one rubber ring. “Fuck. I want that too, babe...”
Elliot pulled out his fingers and bit his lip as he spread his slippery hole open in invitation. He was so horny he didn’t care about any decency anymore. It was as if his body physically needed Knight to feel complete, and when Knight leaned over him and pushed in, it was among the most amazing sensations Elliot had ever experienced. Heat drummed in his stomach, and a pleasant numbness made his thighs feel heavy when Knight pulled one of Elliot’s legs to rest on his shoulder. His eyes were shut and the handsome face relaxed, shiny in the lamplight.
Elliot wrapped his arms around Knight’s neck, full of the best cock and blissful for it. He always had the best orgasms with his body at this angle. “You’re so hot when you’re horny. I love seeing on your face just how much you want to fuck me.” Completely open to Knight, he enjoyed every inch of skin to skin contact, twisted under Knight like a pretzel and not bothered by any aches. Those could wait, because his dick was too hard to care.
Knight petted Elliot’s chest up and down, gently scratching and leaving behind burning heat that only contributed to the lightheaded sensation in Elliot’s head. Despite his promises, he sank in slowly, grinning at Elliot once his trimmed pubes tickled Elliot’s ass. “I want to fuck you so bad. So bad,” he said and pulled back slightly, only to push back in, hard.
“I’m all yours,” Elliot said breathlessly and moaned at the firm push. There was something he loved so much about being the vehicle of another man’s pleasure. He got his own arousal from it in turn, but knowing that at the same time his body provided
a big, masculine man with something he craved was such a large part of it. He loved the way he could feel the other guy’s dick twitch, throb, or stiffen. For a few short minutes, he was the center of a man’s universe.
And this time it wasn’t just any guy. It was Knight. And for those few moments left until Knight came, he was Elliot’s.
Their eyes met, and he arched for a kiss, open with his lips as well as with his legs.
“You’re so fucking sexy like that,” Knight whispered, grabbing both of Elliot’s wrists and aggressively pushing them back against the seat. He rocked his hips a bit faster, screwing his dick into Elliot in this wonderfully smooth way that came with excitement. With Knight Elliot felt completely at ease. This man would not suddenly get aggressive or mean during sex. He was hot, and generous, and demanding, and Elliot loved every second of it.
He’d always tried to entice lovers, and did his best with what nature gave him, but hearing he was sexy from a someone like Knight had him melting. The fucking soon got more intense, and he angled his hips so that Knight’s dick would hit that golden spot inside.
When it did, Elliot didn’t have the brainpower for dirty talk anymore. He moaned, he whimpered, he said Knight’s name over and over, each time stunned by just how much pleasure surged to his cock. He was so ready to come.
Knight’s flushed face hovered right above him, and he leaned down to kiss Elliot’s parted lips. Knight pushed his dick in deeper with every push, and Elliot’s orgasm came abruptly, making him bite on Knight’s lips with a cry of helplessness. His cum erupted between them in a few violent spurts, leaving both their stomachs sticky.
Knight went wild above him, pushing his face against Elliot’s neck and making his thrusts sharp, fast, until the friction was almost too much. He eventually shuddered, letting go of Elliot’s wrists, and the way he pushed in the last few times, with such desperation and need, had Elliot’s head spinning.
He’d be aching tomorrow, and it would be so worth it.
The ‘I love you’ almost spilled out of Elliot’s lips, but even in the hazy state of mind Elliot managed to keep it in, frantic to not spoil the moment of unadulterated lust with questions he didn’t want answered.
“I don’t feel my knees,” Elliot whispered, feeling like the happiest goo. “Will you take me to bed?” He hugged Knight’s body tightly, enjoying the sound of their heavy panting.
Knight slowly rolled his face against Elliot’s jaw and kissed him softly, even as he dragged himself up and withdrew his cock from Elliot’s body. “Poor boy. I’ve been so, so rough,” he teased and playfully patted Elliot’s cheek after disposing of the condom.
Elliot ran his hand up Knight’s sticky stomach, loving how the little coarse hairs there felt to the touch. “I can still feel it.”
“What? My cock?” Knight asked, slowly moving to stand by the sofa.
“Yeah… There’s this… afterburn. I love it.” Elliot grinned at Knight lazily, not even bothering yet to take his leg off the backrest.
“Maybe you should give it a thank you kiss then?” Knight asked and tapped his softening cock with a wide smile.
Elliot forced himself to move with a happy sigh and wrapped his arms around Knight’s waist. He gave the tip of the cock a gentle kiss, enjoying the taste of cum it left on his lips. He could fall asleep now and just dream of Knight’s dick forever. And Knight’s arms around him. That too.
Knight eventually pulled him up and walked all the way to the bedroom with Elliot clinging to him with all his limbs. It felt weird, because Elliot was heavy enough to make Knight’s gait somewhat unsteady, but at the same time being carried made Elliot all the more amazed by his lover’s strength.
They rolled into the fresh sheets laughing breathlessly, and Knight spread out his arms over the mattress, pushing one under Elliot’s neck. Elliot rolled into Knight’s embrace as if it was his second nature.
Only now his brain was catching up with his surroundings again.
“Knight?” he whispered. “I think you’ve fucked Fane out of me.”
“Still here,” came the unpleasant voice, and Elliot couldn’t even pinpoint where from. Well, at least it was laconic.
Elliot sighed. “No. He’s there.”
Knight groaned his displeasure, pulled Elliot under a sheet, and curled up around him.
Chapter 24
Elliot’s eyes were like two dark wells, and Knight tipped over, falling down endlessly every time he looked into them. There was nothing of interest in the small office Beast invited them into next morning. A desk piled up with papers necessary for club taxes, a shelf full of folders, and two chairs. Elliot sat in one of them in the middle of the room and glanced between Knight and Beast with his shoulders curled and hands resting in his lap.
“Is he here?” Beast asked.
Elliot glanced to the side, and his lip curled. “Yes.”
Beast raised his hands and slapped the wall, causing Elliot to flinch, as if he expected aggression to fly his way next.
Knight watched him, feeling displaced without his patch, but he hadn’t gotten much sleep either, not with Elliot back in his bed and so tempting anyone would have ignored their need to rest in order to have him. It felt oddly nice to wake up next to him, and even though Fane spilled Elliot’s coffee all over the bedding, it had been a nice morning overall. Peaceful. They watched a documentary about lion cubs and ate cookies for breakfast. If it wasn’t for Beast’s call, Knight might have forgotten the two of them were not alone in the apartment.
“Cuff him before Laurent gets here. I’m not taking any chances even at the risk of losing Elliot’s body,” Beast said.
Elliot cleared his throat. “I’d prefer not to lose my body.”
“You are not gonna lose your body,” Knight said firmly and glared at Beast. “Jeez, don’t you see how frightened he already is?”
Beast wrapped his arms on his chest. “He’s a grown-ass man. Cuff him.”
Elliot looked between them, pale and with his mouth set. “Is this an… interrogation? He can’t feel what I feel. You’d only be torturing me.”
Knight’s stomach sank into the abyss, and he scooted down in front of Elliot, squeezing his thighs in reassurance. “Stop fantasizing. There’s not gonna be any torture. You’re safe with me, remember?” He pulled out his cuffs, showing them to Elliot so he could get acquainted with them first. “Just a precaution.’
Elliot took a deep breath and nodded. His eyes held so much trust and left him so unguarded. Not a hint of the snotty Count and his cold demeanor. Knight massaged Elliot’s wrist and closed the cuff around it, wary of squeezing it too much. He then reached around and cuffed the other wrist as well. He grinned at Elliot, just to put him at ease, and stood up, resting his hands on Elliot’s shoulders.
“That’s kinda hot.”
Elliot bit back a smile, but a single glance at Beast, made his expression more serious again. “It is,” he whispered.
“Come on, Knight. He’s not made of glass. Get the headphones on him so we can talk.”
Knight sighed and pulled the MP3 player off the desk. He put the large headphones over Elliot’s ears and switched on the music. After adjusting the sound to be loud enough to mute any conversation yet not painful, he put the headphones on Elliot’s head.
Elliot’s smile widened. “He hates this too.”
At that even Beast smirked, and Knight leaned in for a small kiss to Elliot’s tempting lips.
“Good boy,” he said, even though Elliot could not have heard him anymore. Once it was done, he stretched and joined Beast by the desk, only now feeling nervous about the conversation to come. News about Knight losing his VP patch hadn’t spread yet, so maybe it was about that matter.
“Laurent will be here soon. We need to get that Fane fucker out of Elliot somehow.”
Knight exhaled with more relief than he’d expected. “Listen, that bastard keeps taunting him. He makes him hurt himself, and keeps food or drink away, just because. I�
�m trying to be positive here, but it’s goddamn hard.”
“And that’s only been since yesterday.” Beast watched Elliot with a stern expression. “What if he takes over his mind? What if you’re just trying to get your dick sucked, and chomp, it’s off.”
The last part made Knight pause, because despite it being a joke, not a muscle in Beast’s face twitched. Knight’s balls ached just thinking about it. “Jesus Christ! It’s not funny. And he’s not gonna take over his mind. That’s impossible.”
“You just said Fane’s been taking over his body. Laurent heard Fane speak through him.”
“Yeah, but he says he’s still in there. It’s not like they’ve merged or anything. Elliot is nothing like Fane.”
Beast gave Knight a concerned look. “I guess he’s not. How are you doing about the bloodline thing?”
The question caught Knight off guard, and he rubbed his forehead, instantly reminded of the deep stinging that he tried so hard to ignore. “It’s pretty damn shitty, all things considered. But at least I can teach Elliot about his heritage, so there’s that. He’s gonna change his name once this is all over. Three Merciers. Wouldn’t that be great?” he asked, trying to be positive despite all the dark thoughts clouding his head.
“Four, since Laurent is pushy about it, and I don’t care enough about my surname to deny him the pleasure. Joker will eat me alive with his comments once he finds out.”
Knight grinned. “Aww. Look who’s wearing the pants.”
“You’re such an ass, you know that?” Beast’s heavily tattooed arms tensed. “And you won’t even say what’s up with you two. You fight, you make up, he cuts you, he attacks Laurent, you treat him like glass. I can’t keep up anymore.”
The grin slid off Knight’s face, and he leaned against the wall, meeting Elliot’s eyes across the room. There was so much hope in them, so much trust it was cracking Knight’s calm facade already. “It’s... complicated. He’s fragile, and no one’s ever treated him right. No one’s offered their help, you know.”
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