Page 82 of Psync
Haruka’s mouth descended, stopping Eli from talking, thinking, or remembering how to breathe. His tongue traced a hot path along the seam of Eli’s mouth, urging it to give him access. Eli gasped and let him in.
Haruka held Eli’s jaw, controlling the angle of the kiss as he slid his tongue into the boy’s mouth, exploring and plundering as he went.
Eli bucked against Haruka’s thigh and held on for dear life as Haruka devoured him, pressing kiss after kiss into his mouth, fucking it over and over again with his tongue.
When he finally pulled back, Haruka’s eyes were night black, without a star to be seen. In the depths, something dark stirred, like a jungle cat twitching its tail right before it pounced on its prey.
What had Eli gotten himself into? A shiver of fear went through him. Not fear of Haruka, but fear of the unknown.
“Thinking again?”
Eli nodded, unable to catch his breath enough to speak.
“Want me to help you stop?”
“Y-yes,” Eli managed to say, afraid that if he didn’t answer out loud, Haruka wouldn’t help.
The world moved as Haruka switched their positions, rolling until Eli straddled his hips.
“Off.” Haruka pulled Eli’s hoodie off his shoulders and helped Eli lift his shirt over his head.
Eli covered his chest, shyly, very conscious of the pink flush spreading across his body.
“I want to see you.” Haruka said and took Eli’s hands away, pinning them behind his back.
Eli struggled, wanting to cover himself, but Haruka held him firmly, not allowing him to move an inch. Eli’s mind went white.
He wanted to live here, in this quiet, lovely space full of softness and safety.
“So beautiful.” Haruka tucked Eli’s wrists into one hand so he could touch Eli’s chest, lingering on the pink buds he found there. He licked a finger and trailed it wetly over one stiffening peak.
“Ahhh . . . don’t . . .”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t . . . stop.” El rocked against the hard ridge of Haruka’s cock when it pulsed against his ass.
“Oh, I don’t plan on stopping.” Haruka promised as he unzipped Eli’s jeans and released his cock. Eli watched as it strained against his stomach, pink and leaking slightly at the tip. When Haruka grasped it in one large hand, Eli saw stars.
“Hah . . .”
He’d been right. There was no way Eli would last long with Haruka touching him like this. The man’s hand covered him completely—just looking at it was enough to make Eli’s vision go sparkly at the edges.
“You said you’d be good, Eli. I think you can last a little longer for me.” Haruka gave him a few slow strokes and then ran a thumb over the tip, spreading the wetness he found there in lazy circles.
“I’m . . . trying.”
“Try harder.” Haruka gripped him tighter and sped up the pace.
Eli couldn’t speak, all he could do was rock himself back and forth against the heat of Haruka’s cock, while the man had his way with him.
“If you hold out, I’ll put you in my mouth.”
Just the thought of Haruka’s mouth on him had Eli coming hard, covering his stomach and Haruka’s hand in white.
“That . . . was . . . evil.” Eli panted and slumped bonelessly, held up only by Haruka’s hand, still binding his wrists behind his back.
Haruka smirked. “Next time.”
