Page 125 of Psync
Haruka stripped away the black hoodie he’d given Eli. It was the only thing he refused to tear to shreds. And since Eli was wearing his favorite shirt under it, he couldn’t tear it either unless he was willing to suffer Eli’s wrath later. For such a small person—or perhaps because of it—Eli was surprisingly vindictive. And incredibly creative about it.
Eli put up a good fight as he tried to keep his shirt on, but he melted like a puddle when Haruka took his upper arms and held him firmly, exerting just enough pressure for the boy to really feel it. His eyes went soft and dreamy, long enough for Haruka to free him from his shirt, but as soon as Haruka let go of his arms, he lashed out.
He was going to make Haruka work for it today, and that fit in perfectly with his own plans. They both needed this. Eli needed to release some steam after his breakdown, and Haruka needed to reassert his claim after their fight and his aunt’s annoying comments. He was happy to let Eli fight as much as he wanted.
It wasn’t the fight Haruka wanted though—well, not entirely—it was so much more than that. As much as he loved watching Eli be bratty, it was nothing compared to harnessing that power, taming it, and bringing it under his own will. Haruka would forever be in awe that such a beautiful creature would willingly surrender everything to him.
A vase shattered on the floor, sent there by Eli when he tried to scoot backward, kicking as he went. Eli peeked out from behind his disheveled bangs to gauge Haruka’s reaction. There was no remorse there, only sly calculation—he’d done it on purpose.
Haruka bit back a smile. Words couldn’t begin to describe how it felt to see Eli fully in his power, no fear or hesitation in his eyes.
Trust.
He trusted Haruka with himself, both to protect and to contain.
Haruka caught Eli by the leg and dragged him across the table, dodged the other leg when it tried to kick him in the chest and trapped it against his side with the first one.
He shifted his weight, turned the struggling boy over until he could tuck him under one arm, and grabbed the hoodie with his free hand. “I was going to fuck you on the table, butsomeonemade a dangerous mess on the floor.” He tightened his hold on the wiggling baggage under his arm until iteeped.“So, now I’m going to have you here instead.”
Haruka tossed Eli onto the couch, making sure to give him a safe, if somewhat rough landing. Before the boy had a chance to recover, Haruka had him flipped over onto his stomach and straddled him, using the hoodie to bind Eli’s arms behind his back.
“Get off!” Eli shouted into the couch and tried to buck Haruka off of him.
Haruka allowed most of his weight to pin the boy flat and slid a hand up his spine, enjoying the feel of the soft, porcelain skin. Eli shivered, and goosebumps sprang up in the wake of Haruka’s fingers.
The shiver went deeper than Eli’s body. Haruka could feel the soft, quiet place shimmering around the edges of Eli’s consciousness. He was almost in the place where Eli could be free from worry, the need to fight, or the need to think. All he needed was a push.
Haruka leaned over Eli’s back, braced a hand on the couch beside the boy’s head, and lowered his head until his mouth brushed against Eli’s neck. “It’s not polite to break my things, kitty.”
Haruka didn’t give a single fuck about the vase, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up. He kissed the quivering flesh before giving it a quick nip.
“Ah . . .”
It was such a small sound—just a tiny sigh, really—for the amount of havoc it wrought on Haruka’s system. His world narrowed down to a pinpoint, and his own mind went very quiet as something rose up inside Haruka and demanded he push into the boy right now, raw and unprepped.
His hands clenched until veins stood out on his forearms, and Haruka breathed heavily against Eli’s neck, forcing himself to calm down.
He—mostly—succeeded.
“I think you need to be reminded who you belong to, kitty.” Haruka sat up and turned Eli’s face to the side so he could see it, then he wrapped a hand around the boy’s slender neck. His thumb traced a vein, and Haruka marveled at how it fluttered. He tightened his grip just enough for Eli to know exactly who he belonged to.
This was his. Eli was his.
Haruka’s eyes drifted half closed as Eli’s mind shimmered and went white. He watched as the boy went limp and all the fight went out of him. Eli’s eyes were dark, and his mouth was slightly open as he panted softly underneath Haruka.
Haruka released his throat and traced the boy’s mouth before dipping a finger inside. A soft, pink tongue darted out to meet it, and Eli began to pant harder. He arched his back, grinding his ass needily against Haruka.
:Pleasepleaseplease.:
Subverbal Eli was fun to play with.
Haruka climbed off Eli long enough to pull the boy’s jeans and boxers off. Then he took him by the hips and draped him face first over the back of the couch.
He stripped off his own clothes before joining Eli, pressing himself against his back and put two fingers inside the boy’s mouth. “Get them good and wet, Eli, unless you want me to hurt you.”
Eli groaned and ground his ass against Haruka’s cock. Deep in the soft, hazy world inside his mind, Haruka picked up the thought that Eli wanted him to shove into him, to hurt him, to claim him.
Haruka laughed softly. Eli would kill him if he couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. He took control of the boy’s hips, spread his cheeks apart and allowed the head of his cock to brush over Eli’s hole, teasingly. “I won’t let you hurt yourself, Eli. I can’t play with you if you’re broken.”
