Page 89 of Beneath Cherry Blossom Memories

“Wait—”

He sinks down onto me. I can feel the slickness from lube, the ease at which I tunnel inside him. He got ready while I was asleep. He relaxes a little once his cheeks hit my upper thighs, connected fully. “I wanted to have this sexy romantic send-off for you, but I can’t get my head right,” he says.

“This is perfect,” I whisper, kissing his jaw. Reaching over to my nightstand to turn on the little lamp, I click the button and get a good look at his face. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen. His lip is gnawed to fuck, like he’s been chewing on it for hours. I cup his face, brushing his hair behind his ears so he can’t hide from me. “It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared, too.”

“I’m sorry I did this to us,” he cries. “I…I…”

“Shh.” I kiss him hard, reaching down with one hand to curl around his cock. He bucks his hips at my touch, sending zips of pleasure through me. “That’s it, love. Just feel me. Feel us. We’re good. We’re going to be okay,” I tell him, putting on a brave face because what he will have to go through is terrifying.

And he won’t have me. He won’t have anyone.

“I got you,” I say firmer and pump my fist.

He whimpers and leans forward, effectively stopping my movements. Our lips collide, and it’s sheer want.Need.We move together, a steady ebb and flow while we savor and taste. This death is going to hurt worse than anything because it’s unfamiliar to us both. It’s easier to deal with heartbreak when you feel unwanted and cast aside.

It’s another entirely to know that you’re wanted more than anything and unable to reach each other.

To anyone else, three months might not seem like a big deal. But it is for us. And it’s not just the time apart; it’s the trenches of addiction he’ll have to battle his way through. I know it’s the best thing for him. I know that I cannot help him that way, but I would. I’d do anything for him.

Eli gasps into my mouth when I arch up, hitting his prostate how he likes. “There,” he moans loudly through his cries. “Oh fuck.”

“Use me. Take as many pieces as you want,” I profess, latching onto his neck and marking it.

“Phoenix.” He pushes himself up and rides me faster, nails biting into my chest. “No one feels like you.No one.”

“Because you’re mine.” He nods, and I start to jack him in earnest. “Fuckingmine.” A sweet mewl leaves him as his cock jumps in my fist. “You were mine the moment I saw you.” Those gnawed lips part as he throws his head back, clenching his perfect ass around me. “No one ever had you like I do. No one ever will.” The words crawl out of my throat. “I fucking own you. Every inch.”

I watch his entire body tense up, a jagged cry exploding from his lips, and he comes hard. His cum sprays my stomach, chest, and a drop catches on my chin. Shudders ripple through him. Quickly flipping us over, I shove his knees to his chest and rut into him, pegging him until he screams. I swipe some of his cum off my stomach and smear it over his lips. He licks at my fingers eagerly, trying to suck them in.

“Fuck, baby, fuckme.”

“You’re going to feel me for days, sweetheart.Days.”

He whines, his fingers reaching for me desperately, so I let his knees drop. “Tell me again,” he begs, yanking on my hair to get me closer. His legs band around my hips, his softening cock still leaking.

“I love you,” I pant, kissing his lips and biting the rings. “I love you so much.”

“Again,” he demands, shaking.

“Iloveyou.”

I’m so caught up in this moment, the look in his pretty blue eyes and the gasp on his lips, that my orgasm comes out of fucking nowhere. My nuts bunch up and tighten, and then I burst inside him.

I gasp and tunnel in deeper while his ass milks me dry. He lunges for my mouth again, shaky fingers carding through my hair. I hold his hip with one hand, the other cupping the side of his neck. And we stay like this for a while. My soft cock inside him, cum leaking out around it, and our lips fused.

When we finally separate because I have to leave, reality sinks in.

It’s time.

I have to let Eli go and hope to whoever listens to my prayers that we can get through this one more time—no more olive branches. There shouldn’t ever be a need after this…

Eli

I'll Fall With Your Knife

After dropping off Helios at Phoenix’s parent’s house—which Nyxia was less than thrilled with due to the early hour—we piled into a deluxe Uber and headed to the airport. During the entire drive there, I felt the high peaks of Phoenix’s knuckles, branded his scent into my memory, and absorbed as much of his warmth as possible.

It’s going to be so cold without him—a sunless sky. When we got to the terminal drop-off, all their bags were removed from the van, and I started shaking.

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