Page 126 of Psync
Eli strained against Haruka’s hold but couldn’t move his hips a millimeter. He let out a high-pitched keening sound.
“Behave,” Haruka said and gave Eli’s ass a slap. Eli cried out, and a lightning strike ofpleasurepainblossomed in his mind. Haruka watched in fascination as the pale skin began to turn pink, creating a perfect impression of his hand. He traced his fingers over the abused skin, and Eli’s mind shimmered brightly.
“Beautiful,” Haruka whispered. Everything about Eli was simply breathtaking. “How are you so perfect for me?”
He untied Eli’s hands and placed them on the top of the couch on either side of Eli’s head. “Don’t move them.”
Eli’s face went dreamy, and Haruka stroked his cheek before resting his fingers against soft lips. This time Eli lapped at his fingers like they were covered in ice cream.
“Good kitty. Very good kitty.”
Satisfied, Haruka reclaimed his hand. “You deserve a treat.”
He planted a hand in the middle of Eli’s back, pinning him. The glow in Eli’s mind intensified.
He smoothed his hand over Eli’s ass and inserted a spit-slick finger inside Eli roughly, barely giving his body a chance to adjust before giving him another.
“HaaaAh!” Eli arched against him aspleasurepaindominated his mindscape.
Haruka forced himself to slow down and give him one more finger. Eli’s soft cries were murdering his self-control, but Haruka managed to pull himself together long enough to roll on a condom before pushing slowly inside Eli.
All thoughts of holding back fell to pieces when Eli shifted his hips and pushed back, allowing Haruka to slide all the way in to his tight, wet heat. Nothing felt like this, nothing had ever made his blood sing the way it did when he was inside Eli, feeling exactly how much the boy wanted him.
When Haruka bottomed out, Eli made a cute little sound that made Haruka grab his hips and begin to pound into him. He wanted to hear every little noise the boy could make. He wanted to make him scream.
One of Eli’s hands slid down from the top of the couch, and he began to stroke himself. Haruka took his hand away and slammed it back into place, covering both of the boy’s hands with his own. “Bad kitty.”
Haruka drove into the boy at a punishing pace, for a few seconds not thinking about how small and fragile Eli was. But the glow inside Eli called out to something inside Haruka. Something barely leashed and better off left alone.
Before it could break free, Haruka slowed his pace and released Eli’s hands. He took the boy’s slim, pink cock in his own hand—it was positively dripping with precome. He knew he could make Eli come untouched, but it would be more intense this way. Haruka wanted to imprint himself onto every fiber of Eli’s being so he’d never forget who he belonged to.
He stroked Eli and fucked into him, using the boy’s hip for leverage so he could get in as deep as possible.
“Ha-Haruka . . . ahhhhh!” Eli bit his hand, trying to muffle his screams. “Please let me come, haaaa . . .”
He should make Eli beg more, he did it so beautifully, but Haruka was reaching his own limits. “Go ahead, kitten.”
Haruka stroked Eli faster, adding a twist at the end of each stroke while driving into his sweet spot, and the boy shattered. His body convulsed around Haruka, driving him over the edge too.
Haruka was nearly feral as he slammed into Eli, forcing sexy little whimpers out of him as he chased his orgasm.
Haruka blissed out for a bit, dropping lazy kisses onto any part of Eli he could reach, just enjoying being part of Eli’s glow.
“I think you’re crushing my everything.” A tired voice came from underneath Haruka.
He was draped over Eli, who was squashed between him and the back of the couch. Haruka gave him one last kiss before peeling himself off the boy.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“How?”
Haruka swung Eli into his arms. “By giving you a bath.”
If Haruka was very lucky, once Eli saw Haruka’s bathtub, Eli might let him have him again.
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Eli was curled up in Haruka’s bed, fast asleep. The sun was still out, but jet lag, stress, and Haruka’s undivided attention had him so exhausted, a riot could have broken out beside him and the boy wouldn’t have twitched a single toe.
