Page 81 of Psync
His mind was a kaleidoscope of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Was this really happening? Was this a terrible idea? Should they slow down?
Dear god in heaven, he really didn’t want to slow down.
Eli pressed his hands against Haruka’s chest and pushed. “Wait!”
“I know you don’t want me to wait, Eli. And I know you don’t want me to stop.” Haruka said, teeth grazing against Eli’s collarbone.
Everything was going so fast, he needed to stop and think, just for a few minutes.
“No waiting. No thinking.” Haruka took Eli’s wrists and pressed them against the wall and bit the spot where Eli’s shoulder met his neck. “Say yes, Eli.” He growled and tightened his grip.
It was like magic. All the warning bells, shoulds, and what ifs shut off, and Eli was left with blissful silence inside his head. All he was left with was need and a body that ached for one thing. Haruka.
“Yes,” Eli whispered. “Please.”
His feet left the floor as Haruka lifted him and carried Eli to the bed. He didn’t toss him there like he usually did when they played around. He laid him down slowly, reverently, like Eli was something precious to be treasured.
“Are you going to be good for me, Eli?”
Eli nodded. There was no other answer inside of him to give.
“I need to hear you say it out loud.” Haruka kneeled beside him with sin in his eyes. He slid a hand into Eli’s hair and pulled, just hard enough for Eli to really feel it. When it slid away, long fingers traced a line over Eli’s pulse.
“Yes . . .” Eli would be so good. As good as he needed to be as long as Haruka didn’t stop touching him.
“Good boy.”
Haruka sat back on his heels and for a long moment, all he did was allow his eyes to wander over Eli’s body. As if he were deciding where he wanted to start. He looked like he wanted to eat Eli alive.
Eli shivered and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Haruka’s eyes tracked the movement, and he shifted until he was straddling Eli’s body. Trapping him securely on both sides. “Do you do that on purpose?”
Eli meant to ask what he meant, but when he opened his mouth, Haruka ran his thumb over his lower lip again.
Was it supposed to feel this good? Eli gasped as Haruka played with his lower lip, stretching it slightly as he ran his thumb back and forth. Then he swooped down, like a bird of prey and captured it between his teeth.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this,” Haruka whispered against Eli’s mouth. “I’ve seen you do it a hundred times, chibisuke, and each time I wondered if it was as much fun as it looked.”
Eli’s head was swimming from delicious, sensory overload, but somehow, he managed to ask, “Was it?”
“It’s so much better.” Haruka pushed himself up, and his hips pressed into Eli’s.
Eli watched, mesmerized, as each and every one of the gold flecks went out as Haruka’s eyes got darker.
Shouldn’t he be scared right now? He’d never done anything like this before—never evenkissedanyone before.
Haruka’s hands dug into the covers on either side of Eli. “Never?”
Eli shook his head. “I never wanted to.” But he wanted to now.
Weeks of watching Haruka simply exist near Eli, had him in a near permanent state of want. He wanted to do all the things he’d been too afraid to do when he woke up wrapped around Haruka each morning. Wanted to touch. Wanted to feel. Wanted to taste . . .
Eli’s hands snaked up to twine around Haruka’s neck, and his hips lifted on their own accord, searching for friction.
Haruka’s shivered. “I’m trying to go slow right now, but you aren’t making it easy.”
“When have I ever tried to make things easy for you—mmph.”
