Page 34 of Little Bunny

A slow pull back, lips tightening around the tip, his tongue flicking just beneath the ridge.

Matias cursed, his head dropping back.

God, he loves that.

Encouraged, Elijah did it again, this time swirling his tongue in a slow circle before sinking down once more. Heat filled his mouth, the taste of Matias intoxicating. It made his own cock ache, his body burning with the need for more.

Matias’s muscles strained, tension coiling beneath every ridge of his body as if barely restraining the need to take.

But he didn’t.

Even now, as Elijah teased him, as he knew Matias wanted to drive deeper, faster, he held back.

The restraint had him burning, desperate to see just how much Matias could take before control snapped entirely.

Pushing further, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, his hands sliding up, nails lightly dragging down Matias’s abdomen as he set a steady, torturous rhythm.

Matias hissed through his teeth. “Conejito.”

The warning was low, vibrating with something dangerous. A shiver rolled down Elijah’s spine. He did it again. A slow, deep swallow. A tease of his tongue along the slit before sucking him down once more.

The hand in his hair tightened.

The growl that followed sent a shockwave through Elijah’s body, his cock throbbing painfully. Then Matias moved. Not rough, not forceful, but with intention—hips rolling in a slow, deep thrust, pushing further into Elijah’s mouth, testing just how much he could take.

The answer? All of it.

A moan vibrated in his throat, and Matias growled again, the sound wrecked, primal, starving. Another slow thrust. Another swirl of Elijah’s tongue.

Matias’s fingers clenched in his hair, his free hand curling into a tight fist at his side as if holding on to his last shred of control.

“Elijah,” Matias ground out, voice tight, thick with warning.

He swallowed him deeper. Fucking hell, he loved this. Matias’s fingers flexed in his hair, a barely restrained demand, but Elijah didn’t give in. Not yet.

Instead, he hovered. Just the tip of his tongue flicked against the head of Matias’s cock, teasing the slit, tasting the salty precum before pulling back entirely. Matias snarled. Elijah bit his lip to keep from grinning. “Something wrong?”

A muscle in Matias’s jaw ticked. His fingers tightened in Elijah’s hair again, not forcing, but warning. “You know what’s wrong.”

Another flick of his tongue. Another slow, deliberate kiss to the tip. Then he pulled back again, grinning as Matias’s abs tensed, his breath coming sharp.

“Hmm,” Elijah mused, tapping his chin with his fingertip, acting as if he were deep in thought. “You look a little frustrated. Maybe I should stop—”

Matias’s snarl vibrated through the room. “Conejito,” he growled, voice dark, dangerous.

That should’ve been the moment Elijah backed down. Instead, he doubled down. He wrapped a hand around Matias’s thick length, stroking him slowly, deliberately loose, barely there. Just enough friction to keep him straining, desperate for more.

Matias’s breathing turned harsh.

“Elijah.” That voice. Low. Threatening. Wrecked. Heat coiled in Elijah’s stomach, his own cock throbbing from just hearing it.

God, this was fun.

Slowly, he licked the underside of Matias’s shaft, dragging his tongue from base to tip, savoring the weight of him, the taste of pure sin.

Matias’s fingers curled into a fist in his hair.

Then, just as slowly, Elijah took him back into his mouth, inch by agonizing inch, his lips stretched tight around thick, heavy heat. He hummed, dragging a groan from Matias’s throat.

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