Page 83 of Psync
Eli shivered and focused on getting enough air into his lungs. After a minute he asked, “What about you? I’ve barely had a chance to even touch you.”
Haruka released his hold on Eli’s arms and lifted the boy’s hips, scooting him back to reveal the damp spot spreading across his jeans. “I wanted you for too long, Eli. Just watching you . . .” Haruka closed his eyes. “You are intoxicating. I was afraid I would hurt you if I let you touch me.”
“I don’t believe you would hurt me.” Without Eli’s permission, anyway.
Haruka’s eyes flashed.
“How are you so perfect for me, Eli?” He mused, pulling him close and kissing him softly. Then he rolled Eli over and pressed him into the mattress, kissing him less softly.
Eli was panting when they finally came up for air. “I feel sticky.”
Haruka looked down at the mess they made. “Shower.”
“Separate showers,” Eli said firmly. There was no way he was doing sexy things where anyone could hear. It was bad enough they’d done it behind such thin walls. He had no idea what kind of sounds he’d made, but he doubted they’d been quiet.
“Hn.”
???
They didn’t have separate showers.
Once he’d ascertained they were alone in the shower room, Haruka backed Eli into a stall, closed the curtain, and turned on the water. Before he had a chance to protest, Haruka already had Eli pressed against the cold tile wall and was rutting against him.
“Wait . . .”
Haruka covered Eli’s mouth and whispered in his ear. “Be quiet if you don’t want anyone to hear.”
Then he soaped every inch of Eli’s body—pressing the boy’s hands against the wall any time Eli tried to reciprocate.
“Please . . . I want to touch you.” Eli thought he would go crazy if he had to go another minute of seeing Haruka’s wet, muscled body without touching it.
“I know.” Haruka laughed darkly against Eli’s neck where he was in the process of sucking what Eli guessed was going to be an impressive bruise tomorrow. He was going to be a mess, but right now he couldn’t find it in him to care.
Eli strained against the hands pinning his against the wall, biting his lip hard to keep from making any noise, but every time he did, the quiet place took over, and he forgot what he was doing. Finally, he relaxed and allowed Haruka to do whatever he wanted.
As soon as he quit fighting, Haruka released his hands.
“Good boy.” Haruka kissed him hard and stepped back to lean against the wall.
Finally,finally, Eli was allowed to touch. He allowed his hands to run greedily over Haruka’s body. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. This was all his. His to play with, his to touch, his to lick . . .
Eli’s tongue lapped at a brown, pebbled nipple. Then he nipped it with his teeth. Haruka grunted and wrapped his arms around Eli, pulling his body flush against him.
Eli wanted to wallow in this man. He rubbed his small, soapy frame against Haruka, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be closer, so much closer than he already was.
Something hard as steel pressed against his stomach, and Eli’s hands went to it. He should wash Haruka as thoughtfully as he’d washed Eli.
So, he did.
Now it was Haruka’s turn to try to stay quiet as Eli stroked his length. It was so different than Eli’s. His hand barely fit around it. What would it be like if he put it in his mouth?
He locked eyes with Haruka and got on his knees. The large man’s pupils flared, and he placed his palms against the wall.
Keeping his eyes on Haruka’s, he nudged his cock with his nose and ran his tongue along the seam, from the base all the way to the tip. He wrapped his lips around it and heard Haruka swear in Japanese. Eli’s own cock was painfully hard and leaking furiously, but he ignored it in favor of getting as much of Haruka in his mouth as possible.
He didn’t get far. His mouth was too small, and the tip hit the back of his throat long before Eli’s lips reached the base. He choked, and Haruka pulled Eli back by the hair. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he looked up at Haruka.
Haruka’s hands tightened in Eli’s hair. He tugged against the hold on his hair and tried to put Haruka back in his mouth, but he couldn’t reach. A whine escaped him.
