Page 55 of Margins

Alex frowns just the slightest bit. “You’re worried I’m not sure what I want?”

“No, sorry, that's not what I meant. I’m pretty sure you’re sure.” Elijah huffs out a little laugh and rolls his hips. “It's just—have you actually imagined how this will go? Because there are options here, and if you’ve thought about this, can you tell me what you—I mean, I like it all and I—anything. It can be anything.”

It’s overwhelming, a conversation like this, not because Alex isn’t willing to have it, but because the mere mention of options has his mind spiraling. Alex has absolutely thought about it, and he’s absolutely imagined at least a couple of ways this could unfold, and it might be impossible to answer Elijah’s questions when he’s imagining a few more, his cock aching with each drag of Elijah’s body against him.

“So much,” he mumbles, though he isn’t sure what it’s in response to. What has he thought about? What does he want now? How much is Elijah already making him feel?

Elijah smiles against Alex’s mouth. “How about this—is there anything you know you don’t want to try?”

“No.”

“Okay. I can work with that.”

And then he does.

Elijah starts with another kiss, long and almost lazy, belying the heat between them and the buzz beneath Alex’s skin. When he’s ready to move on, he only makes it to the line of Alex’s jaw, nuzzling there as he sucks the skin just below it, then just below that, and just below that. He wriggles free from Alex’s hold and kisses his way to one nipple, and eventually the other, the pressure from his lips and teeth and tongue perfect enough to have Alex whimpering and clutching at Elijah’s shoulders.

“I—fuck.”

“Didn’t know that either?” Elijah asks.

Alex doesn’t bother to respond, the arch of his back probably doing that for him, and after Elijah has played around long enough, he lets his hands lead him further down Alex’s body. He’s quietly captivated by Alex’s ribcage and his belly button and then the line of dark hair that disappears beneath the waistband of Alex’s boxer briefs, but when he could pull those away, he doesn’t, skipping over the material entirely and kissing the inside of Alex’s thigh when he finds bare skin again.

“Seriously?” Alex growls, everything about it weakened by the weightlessness behind it.

Elijah doesn’t respond with anything Alex can hear, his mouth too busy against Alex’s legs—down one and up the other—until he’s satisfied and hovering just above where Alex wants him. Then he drags his tongue over Alex’s still-covered cock, from base to tip, his smile wicked when he uses his hands to help keep Alex’s hips pinned to the mattress.

“You okay?” Elijah asks.

“M’never gonna last. Want this so much.”

“So do I. And I’m gonna go slow for both of us, okay?”

Alex moves beneath him, some sort of argument and agreement all in one, and it’s easy enough for Elijah to catch the waistband he’s been teasing and drag Alex’s boxer briefs away, kissing Alex’s hip before he goes far. Elijah smoothly removes his own boxers too, and then he’s on top of Alex again, both gentle and not when he has them wrapped up in each other, Alex surrendering to the sensation of his naked body pressed to Elijah’s, a hundred points of contact leaving him unable to decide which one might be his favorite.

Elijah kisses him, maybe only to check in before whatever happens next, and Alex misses the weight of him when he’s gone, Elijah stretching across the bed to reach for his nightstand. Alex is curious, though not enough to turn his lust-heavy head, trusting that Elijah will have anything they need.

He thinks it’s been true so far.

There’s no other check-in kiss now, Elijah stopping to bite Alex’s side and hold him still against the bed and lick a stripe along the inside of his thigh, and then he nudges Alex’s legs further apart and settles there. His gaze flickers upward as he slides a hand over Alex’s shin and silently encourages him to bend his knee, Alex breathing past the inherent vulnerability of baring even more of himself, Elijah nodding and kissing right next to where his fingers still rest before he finally lets him go. The click of a plastic bottle cap comes next, then Elijah wraps his hand around Alex’s cock and whispers reassurances Alex can barely hear, stroking him slowly while he begins to rub the lube in small circles over his hole, the pressure nothing until Elijah takes him in his mouth and slides a single fingertip forward. Alex is overwhelmed, probably obviously so, but Elijah is practiced and confident and is already playing his body perfectly. Elijah’s wicked tongue won’t be enough to get him off when it’s this goddamn gentle, and Alex isn’t naïve enough to think it’s Elijah’s goal, so he lets himself relax into the distraction being offered while Elijah works him open.

Seconds or minutes or hours pass, and one finger becomes two after Alex has stopped telling time, Elijah’s mouth still a tender devastation when Alex registers that his hips have gone in search of more. The moment Elijah eases away from him, Alex whimpers at the loss, and Elijah raises his head and stares up at Alex with a smile that knows too much, using more lube to stroke himself before he tucks his other arm under Alex’s body and helps give them both a better angle as he guides himself deep, Alex arching away from and into it all at once.

“You still with me?” Elijah asks, holding himself still, his lower lip suffering for his attempt at control.

“It’s a lot,” Alex says, his hand landing somewhere at Elijah’s side.

“It is, yeah,” Elijah agrees. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it’s—god, please don’t. It’s just a lot.”

Elijah’s careful when he leans over Alex until he can kiss him again, one arm still around Alex’s waist as he begins to rock into him. Their tongues drag against each other almost lazily, but it’s the perfect counter for the way Elijah becomes more deliberate, Alex’s entire body steadily giving itself over to him and each stroke filling him up when he’s ready for more. It’s still so close to being too much, but Alex wraps his arms around Elijah’s back and grabs almost mercilessly at the idea of more.

There’s a responding growl from Elijah and he stops kissing Alex long enough to swallow it whole. “You feel so good like this.”

He breaks away from Alex’s embrace then, rising until he can press his palm to the back of one of Alex’s thighs, giving himself more room and a better view. Elijah nearly slips all the way free of Alex’s body before rocking forward again and again, his eyes a beautiful and almost frightening dark blue, and his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that might’ve held Alex’s attention any other time. For now, there’s nothing to do but clutch at the sheets around him and arch his back again when Elijah finds something inside him that brings him dangerously close to a sob.

“Oh my god—oh—” Alex cries out. “Oh—fuck.”

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