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There are many things running inside Erin's head the moment he hears the story of Elijah's first ex boyfriend from Elijah himself.
Erin is sitting cross-legged next to Elijah who had his back facing him as he sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in front of him and head hung low as though he were ashamed of the words he had just said.
This makes Erin feel confused. Apart from the overwhelming feeling of having too much to think about, he also wonders why Elijah didn't tell him about it any sooner. But then again, it wasn't the sort of topic you talk about so casually.
It doesn't make sense, Erin thought.
He doesn't understand the entirety of the things that Elijah had just told him, but one thing's for sure is that he can feel his stomach churn in disgust and finds himself fuming with red, flaming anger.
He traces back to the words Elijah had said before they fell silent. I only had one ex boyfriend. He left me weeks into our relationship because I didn't want to have sex with him yet, and that upset him. He cheated on me before we broke up. I never dated anyone else after that. Only Rome knew what really happened. And then, there's you.
It feels as though the air in Erin's lungs are falling short and scarce. He isn't supposed to cry. He's not supposed to be the one who's crying right now, but a tear promptly slips down his cheek and he wipes it immediately, looking up at the ceiling to prevent himself from crying any further.
He should not cry.
Not when Elijah needs him the most.
Not when the love of his life suffered greatly and is being nothing but honest to him.
The silence between them hung like dead air. Elijah's bedroom was nothing but quiet, and the deafening silence apart from the low hum of the air conditioning system was heard. It was a little suffocating, and Erin was determined to do something about it.
"I think I should take you home," Elijah murmured quietly as he stood up, not even bothering to look at Erin. His voice was hesitant and weak.
This was breaking Erin's heart more than he could even admit. "Elijah," he called out to him, and Elijah immediately stopped moving, as though one word from Erin could dictate his movements forever. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Hindi ako aalis," Erin says assuringly, watching Elijah’s body halt at his words. "Come back here and let's talk. Please?"
Slowly, Elijah turns around and walks toward the bed again, sits down on the foot of it, just inches away from Erin whose fingers were shaking. Erin doesn't know if he should reach out and hold him. He didn’t decide against it.
"Halika dito, let me hold you." Erin opened his arms as though he were initiating an embrace.
Elijah doesn't even hesitate. He moves back until he's lying down and even though he is stronger, taller, and bigger than Erin, he lets him drag him to the pillows until they're both lying down and Elijah is situated on Erin's chest.
The scent of lavender and something teakwood was already a source of comfort, if not for the fact that Erin wrapped both of his arms protectively around Elijah, leaning his cheek against the top of his head. Elijah could hear his heart beating. The sound was hypnotic, lulling him, calming him down from his prior anxiety of the words he just told Erin minutes ago.
It's not that he didn't want to be honest; it's the fact that this is the most vulnerable part of him that he hid away from the world to protect himself. He was scared of sharing it to anyone else. But Erin is a safe place for him, that’s why he found it easier to tell him.
He doesn't know how he ended up saying these things. Maybe it's perhaps they were getting too intimate again, and while Elijah wants it badly, wants to do these certain things with Erin, he doesn't know what Erin would think if he told him he was inexperienced, or simply, a virgin.
"Talk to me," Erin whispered against his hair, his voice sending vibrations to Elijah's body. "Tell me anything. Hindi ako aalis kahit anong mangyari, Eli."
Elijah shuts his eyes and exhales a sigh. "I don't know what to say. I just... I want to do these things with you, but I don't know what you think," he blinks once. "Of me, of this, of everything."
"If it bothers you so much, I'll tell you something. My first time didn't go well," Erin muttered. "I didn't like how it happened. Ang bilis. And after we... you know, I was still trying to process what happened and he was already dressed and ready to leave."
Elijah's heart sank. If his body was a vast body of water, his heart sunk to the very bottom of it, the floor of the ocean. Apart from the devastating feeling inside of him, he felt angry as well. Erin did not deserve to feel that way, nor did he deserve that to happen to him.
"And it's funny," Erin laughed humorlessly. "I thought that was it. I thought sex was supposed to make you feel good. It did, for a few minutes and after that, I felt hollow. Kasi umalis na siya right away tapos ako nakahiga pa rin doon, wondering what went wrong."
Upon hearing that, Elijah felt himself get upset. Somehow, there is a desire in Elijah that wants to make up for the bad experiences Erin had experienced during that and he wanted to make him feel good, show him that sex could perhaps still be amazing for the both of them.
"I'm just saying that we have bad experiences in life," Erin whispered softly while caressing Elijah's hair with his fingers, an action that lulled him to comfort. "But these experiences don't define who we are."
He tilted Elijah's head and kissed him on the forehead. "I don't care if you're inexperienced or if you are. That won't change the fact that I want you. Ikaw lang naman gusto ko, Elijah."
That alone was assurance for Elijah that Erin isn't the type of person to look at his mistakes or the misfortunes he had experienced way before they met. Erin's words are his lighthouse, his light at the end of the tunnel, the light that guided him through it even.
Elijah never wanted Erin more than anything. Be that as it may, he will lay his cards bare and out in the open again, if it meant that they'd be able to talk about the thing that troubled their past, and turn them into a point of which they could work on, together.
He moves away from Erin's hold and props an elbow on the mattress so he would be hovering above Erin. From this angle, he could honestly say that Erin was so beautiful. His silvery, blond hair is parted neatly on his head. His lips are parted, plump and soft. His eyes are shiny, glassy, brimming with tears and Elijah cradled his cheek gently to kiss him.
"I love you," he murmured against Erin's lips in ragged breaths. He felt Erin's hand on his nape and pulled him closer. "Fuck—I love you."
Their lips are more than acquainted with each other. It was as if they knew each other by heart, whether it is the cupid's bow on Erin's lips or the curve of Elijah's bottom lip against his. Either way, what bliss.
This wouldn't be the first time they made out for a long while. For some reason, however, this felt different. It felt like it was a sudden turning point for their established relationship. It's not that they were rushing into things, but it felt as though they were still taking their time getting to know each other.
The way they do it is just different.
Elijah pulls away to catch his breath and so does Erin. He watches through half-lidded eyes as Erin's lips become fuller and swollen in the short amount of time they've been kissing and tugging on each other's lips. He couldn't get enough of it, if he were being honest.
Erin looked beautiful under him. He looks beautiful when he's breathless. He looked beautiful when his eyes were casted over Elijah with burning desire behind him. He looked beautiful when the soft, milky skin of his neck to his collarbone was almost exposed.
The sight of it made Elijah swallow a lump in his throat and think , I would very much want to kiss that part of him.
So without warning, Elijah pressed his lips on the side of Erin's jaw, leaving littering kisses that elicited a content sigh from Erin's lips not until Elijah stopped by his neck and sucked on the skin with fervor.
"Elijah," Erin moaned softly. "N-no marks please,” he uttered as he bit back a sigh.
A smirk appears on Elijah's lips. He really did know how to be cruel sometimes, didn't he? Especially when Erin looks so pretty underneath him, fingers tugging on his hair whenever his lips are on his skin.
"Just put makeup on it," Elijah whispered against his neck with a voice so seductive that Erin felt his skin shiver and the pit of his stomach spiral in excitement. "You can do that for me, can't you baby?"
He bit on the skin once more, earning another moan from Erin. The skin was reddish and Elijah smiled when a bruise began forming on it. "Tangina—you fucking tease," Erin closed his eyes, mouth falling agape at the deeds Elijah was doing.
"You say that as if ayaw mo," Elijah laughed before he dipped his head lower, this time, his lips touching the surface of Erin's collarbones through his shirt.
Thank god for shirts that are stretchable enough to pull down, because if Elijah didn't have any restraint, he would've wanted to remove the piece of fabric that Erin was wearing on his upper body. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Erin bare from the waist up, but it was a view he didn’t get tired of looking at either.
"Ahh," Erin groaned when Elijah bites the skin on his collarbone before nibbling on it after. "Please–”
When Erin kept saying that Elijah knew how to render him speechless, he didn't expect that he could do so in a totally different context.
He knew what he was fucking doing with his lips, and Erin wasn't too lost in it not to recognize the fact that Elijah's hand was under his shirt, gripping his waist tightly. His hand was warm against his flushed skin, the silvery metal of his rings were cold.
It lighted a different type of desire in Erin that he had never felt for a long time now. In fact, he had never felt this way with his previous partners who were either bad kissers or just plain stupid. Elijah was none of those things. He was the exact opposite, he was more than that.
Elijah moved his hand further until his palm was flat against Erin's ribcage, his fingers so dangerously close to his chest and nipples. One swift flick of his index finger, and he'd already be touching new territory.
God , Erin whispered. Nahihibang ako. Malalagutan na siguro ako ng hininga.
Erin doesn't know where to focus because Elijah is still busy peppering his neck and collarbone with soft kisses and hickeys that he was sure he should start thinking of ways to hide it.
So when his thumb grazes his nipple, Erin inhales a sharp breath as he tangles his fingers through Elijah's hair, his nails scratching his scalp when the latter does it more than once this time. "Elijah," he moaned out. "Ahhh! Please!"
That makes Elijah smirk. The unholy litany of sounds coming from Erin makes Elijah grow hot and hard and erect inside his pants. It's a good thing he decided to wear sweatpants and not anything denim because fuck , it would've been so constricting.
Elijah raises his head from the nook of Erin's neck and collarbone before he removes his hand from under Erin's shirt before he adjusts his position. He moves to be on the middle of Erin's legs, arms propped on each side so that Erin would be between them. Elijah is looking at him from his position, a silver necklace dangling from his neck. His eyes were on the marks he had left on Erin's skin and promptly realized he wanted to do it more.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Erin asked with a frown on his face. Elijah laughed before dipping his head to kiss him swiftly on the lips.
"Galit na ikaw?" Elijah asked while smiling. "Oh pray tell, Erin. What can I do to make it up to you?"
Erin was still scowling at him. "I'm not even going to ask kung ano nang itsura ng leeg ko, tangina mo! I said don't mark me where it's visible," he whined.
See, Elijah can follow instructions. But he likes bending the rules a little bit, and seeing Erin this sulky makes him smile like a fool in love. He kisses him again.
"I'm willing to make it up to you baby," he whispered, voice hoarse and breathy. He grabs a fistful of the fabric on the hem of Erin's shirt. "May I?"
Erin nods, eyes steady in Elijah as though he were trying to understand what he's doing. And in no time, his shirt is off and tossed somewhere. Erin feels shy all of a sudden and before he could even cover himself, Elijah kisses him again, this time moving swiftly from his lips to his collarbone.
To say that Erin looked beautiful like this underneath him was an understatement. His skin was soft and pale, and Elijah bit back the urge to cover his chest with another batch of hickeys.
Erin did say not to mark him where it's visible.
And who would even dare to try to have Erin like this except for Elijah himself?
"So beautiful," he murmured against the spot just above Erin's pectorals. "You're so fucking beautiful, Erin."
Elijah's hand trails from his shoulder to his ribcage before promptly grazing over his nipple again, and when Erin sighed out a moan, Elijah did it again. "Does it feel good, baby?"
"Yes—fuck," Erin breathed out. "Please—"
He pinched the nub between his thumb and index finger gently, watching as Erin nearly arched his back as he moaned again. They're barely even starting yet Erin is sensitive under Elijah's touch, as though he was melting against him.
"Please Elijah," Erin whined. "Sige pa, Eli–"
Fuck . It's getting absolutely harder to control the desire burning inside of Elijah. He could feel himself get harder the more Erin is vocal about what he wants, what he needs. And Elijah would even go through hell and back to give those to him. But first, his mind is wandering to many places, one of it being the things he would just want to do to Erin at the moment.
He peppered kisses around his chest before placing a kiss on the erect nub of Erin's other pectoral while his hand was busy playing with the other. "Ahhh!" Erin groaned out. How can he even manage to remain quiet when Elijah's making use of his tongue and his hands like that?
Elijah could feel tugs on his hair, fingers tangling themselves with his raven locks. Whenever Erin grabs a fistful of strands and grips on it as though his life depended on it, Elijah felt triumphant, and he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.
Erin wants to remove the remainder of the clothes he's wearing. It was getting too hot for him to function properly. He couldn't think straight. "Elijah, please," Erin whined out while breathing heavily.
"What do you want?" Elijah muttered in the space between his chest. "What does my baby want?"
He watched as Erin's chest heaved up and down as though he were catching his breath. His cheeks were flushed red and he was looking at Elijah with a certain gaze. Erin wanted to say something. He wants to say that Elijah could do with him as he pleases just because.
“Hindi ko… hindi ko alam,” Erin admitted shyly, suddenly avoiding Elijah’s gaze. “I-Ikaw? Anong gusto mo?”
He couldn't miss the way Erin sounded so hesitant, so fragile, so... unsure all of a sudden. So Elijah kissed him softly, delicately. "I want to make you feel good," he muttered while looking at Erin sincerely. "It makes me feel good too. So tell me what you want, and I'd gladly do it for you."
Erin feels his heart warm up again. But aside from that, he feels himself get hard at the thought of Elijah wanting to make him feel good. He never knew he could get so turned on by someone's honesty and assurance.
"Can you please—please undress me?" Erin asked in stutters, cheeks getting redder by the second. "It feels so h-hot and—and I don't—"
Elijah cuts him off with a quick peck on his lips. "Sure, baby."
In all honesty, Elijah tried not to feel the nerves rattle him because this would be the first time he'd seen Erin fully undressed before him. That, and the fact that Erin told him to do that deed himself makes him feel nervous.
Still, Elijah decides to kiss him fervently while he makes quick work of Erin's trousers. He unbuttoned the top and slowly pulled the zipper down, trying so hard not to accidentally brush anything off limits with his fingers. Erin moans against his mouth when Elijah bites his lower lip.
"Help me out here, Erin." Elijah murmured against his lips when his hand began pulling down the fabric. Erin raised his hips for a moment until the only thing that covered him were his underwear.
And the sight of Erin's milky white thighs are on full display for Elijah to see.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
Elijah thinks he had never prayed to divine beings this much before. His prayers were short, including bits and pieces of asking for self-restraint and self control because he doesn't know if he could still manage tonight. He finds himself swallowing a lump in his throat as he feels his cock ache fervently in the constraints of his pants.
And below him, the most tempting view comes to life. Erin is sprawled on the bed, legs nearly crossed in embarrassment while he looks at Elijah timidly with reddened cheeks and swollen lips. He covers his face with his hands, to which Elijah holds in an instant. “I want to see you,” he uttered as though he were in a trance.
Elijah takes a breath and carefully touches Erin's knee, parting both of his legs with one hand, while the other is grazing his waist with a type of delicacy Erin grew to adore and appreciate. He settles himself between Erin's thighs and thinks of the many things he wanted to do tonight.
"Elijah?" Erin murmured as he looked down on the man between his legs, eyes so focused on his thighs as though it were the most enticing sight Elijah had ever seen in his life (next to Erin, of course).
"Quiet, baby,” the tone of Elijah’s voice makes Erin shiver under him, his stomach feeling tingly and his breaths becoming shallow and nervous. “ Let me take care of you."
There is something about the smooth skin of Erin's thighs that had Elijah feeling dizzy just by looking at it. It resembled a milky glow, an innocent pala shade that's just calling out to be tainted.
Why does Elijah feel the urge to leave something reddish, something that stood out, on those unmarked, pretty thighs? It was a desire burning him up. He couldn't control it.
For someone who is inexperienced, Elijah sure has a lot of urges and self-restraint whenever he has the chance to mark Erin. Surely no one would be able to see some on his thighs, right? Who would even dare to, anyway?
So without hesitation, he lowers himself until his head is near the soft skin of the side of Erin’s knee, and hooks an arm under Erin's thighs, while his other hand holds the other leg, caressing it with his thumb.
Elijah started leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses that trailed from the side of Erin's knee to his inner thigh. A moan escapes from Erin's lips and Elijah loses another ounce of his sanity every time he hears those sounds resonate around the four corners of his room. He could feel Erin's fingers grasp around his hair again, tugging on it.
"Elijah," Erin moaned when he felt Elijah nipping on his skin on his inner thighs, sucking and biting whenever he felt like it. "Stop—ah fuck! ‘Wag mong–kagatin—ah!"
His untouched dick had been twitching in his underwear for as long as he could remember since tonight, and Erin needed something. He needed something to ease it. He needed some sort of friction on it, and before he could even reach down to touch himself, Elijah unhooks his arm from under his leg and pins Erin’s wrist down. “Eli please–”
A string of curses and whimpers are all that come out of his lips. Sometimes, he adds Elijah's name to that mix, along with a few words of begging thrown in it. Elijah feels like a deity. He feels like a god that Erin is praying–begging to, and if only he were able, Erin would have gotten down on his knees for him.
Just the thought of it makes Elijah’s cock twitch even more.
He continues kissing the expanse of Erin’s inner thighs, the once unmarked skin now painted with bite marks and reddish bruises. More inhibited sounds come out from Erin’s lips, some begging, some cursing. Yet, Elijah did not expect the next few words to come out of Erin's mouth.
"Elijah please," Erin whined. "Please touch me. I’ll be good–"
He looked so fucking beautiful when he begged. There was something so incomprehensible about it that Elijah could only look at him in utter devotion, watching as Erin looked at him through half-lidded eyes and reddened cheeks. Elijah could feel himself shudder, his cock painfully hard and erect, yet he can't will himself to even do something about it.
"Erin—"
"—don't ask me for permission," Erin tells him breathlessly as he reaches out to him. Elijah takes his wrist gently, pressing his lips onto the pulse point, watching Erin with a hundred and one percent of his full attention.
Elijah looked at him, cheeks flushed and his cock twitching against his stomach. "Kantutin mo na 'ko please."
Tangina. Putangina.
I feel like I’m going fucking crazy–
Erin. Erin. Erin.
Those five words were like a wake up call to him, a switch turned on, a green light. "You want me to," Elijah swallows a lump in his throat as he looks at Erin, "make love to you?"
The latter nodded eagerly, grabbing Elijah by the hem of his shirt to kiss him. Elijah is turned on even more by Erin’s display of need and desperation. "Please," Erin begged. "I want you."
Elijah doesn't need to be told twice. He began kissing Erin roughly this time, a hand parting his legs once more before his fingers tug on the waistband of his underwear. He could feel Erin nodding against him, eagerly returning his kisses with his entire being.
It's still a wonder to Erin how Elijah manages to take every last clothing off of his body using one hand. Not to mention the fact that he absolutely knows what he's doing, and sure he hesitated every now and then but Elijah completely knows how to do it with Erin begging under him. He knows just what to do to have Erin want him even more.
Erin never begged. He never did. He didn't ask to be fucked or to be kissed, to be undressed or to be touched.
Elijah has that certain effect on him that he could even be on his knees.
Almost half the time they were kissing, Erin didn't even notice that Elijah had taken his shirt off until he pulled away to remove it, tossing it to the side, his defined form on display for Erin who bit his lip at the sight of it. Elijah returned to Erin's lips once more before his hand started going lower and lower and lower, until—
"Tangina," Erin groaned out the moment Elijah wrapped his fingers around his length, thumb pressing over the slit as beads of precum came out. He smeared it over the tip of Erin’s dick which had him moaning against his lips. "Elijah please—"
"You're so hard and wet, baby," Elijah murmured under his jaw, pumping him slowly with his hand. "Is that for me?"
Erin nods in earnest. "Yes," he says with a pleasured sigh. "More Eli, please."
Elijah picks up his pace while his mouth never leaves Erin's lips, kissing him fully and square on the mouth. His hand continued jerking him off until he felt a hand hold onto his arm. Elijah already knows what that meant, especially when he feels Erin’s nails dig into his forearm.
"So—fuck—close," Erin whimpered against his lips, rutting his hips against Elijah's hand to create more friction on his length.
Fucking hell. Elijah doesn’t know what to make out of the fact that Erin is thrusting himself against Elijah’s hand, and that alone made him grow hotter and harder.
"Malapit na ‘ko."
He felt Erin's grip get tighter the more he continued touching him down there. Elijah fastened his pace, pumping his dick erratically while leaving more kisses on Erin's neck before taking his nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud delicately.
"Elijah tangina!" Erin moaned. "I'm close, please please please—"
"Cum for me," Elijah whispered against the bud, making sure that Erin could still hear him loud and clear. He has no idea of the wonders his voice does to Erin. "Go on baby."
Erin whined loudly as spurts of cum came out his dick, spilling over Elijah's hand and on his thigh. Elijah watched as Erin shook a little from over sensitivity as he came down from his high. He looked so sexed out and Elijah swallowed a lump in his throat. He would be lying if that didn’t turn him on.
He grabbed tissues and cleaned up his fingers before he kissed Erin softly, feeling the latter’s fingers tangle themselves with his hair. "I want it in me," Erin told him through half-lidded eyes and blown out pupils. His mouth is agape and his face sheen with sweat.
So beautiful.
Elijah shivers when he feels the latter's hand traveling from his abdomen to the waistband of his sweatpants. "I want to be your first," Erin's whispers against his jaw, a hypnotizing gesture. "I'm yours, Elijah."
That was another green light for him. Elijah didn't waste any time in showing Erin that that's what he wanted as well. He placed his lips over his immediately, before swiftly removing his sweatpants and underwear. He tried not to feel so turned on at the fact that Erin's hand remained on his pelvis the whole time, grazing his thumb over the soft skin.
Elijah pulled away quickly to grab something on the drawer next to the bed. He takes a bottle of lube, and Erin could only keep his eyes on the flush, erect dick in front of him. He feels dizzy, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t desiring it. He didn't expect any less but of course, Elijah just had to be big.
God really has his favorites.
"Baby you're staring," Elijah murmured as he coats his fingers with the lube, his gaze settled on Erin whose eyes would stare him down from his head to his thighs.
Erin's cheeks were visibly flushed and red. "I can't help it," he answered timidly. "Is that even going to fit?"
Elijah laughed softly as he leaned closer, parting his legs and settling one hand on his knee while the other was slowly making its way to Erin's hole. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable." Erin nods as a response.
His middle finger brushes against it and Erin moaned softly at the impact. His hands are balled into fists, gripping the sheets the moment he feels something prodding on his hole, and suddenly, Elijah's finger is inside of him.
Erin feels his dick get hard once more. "Fuck," he cussed out, feeling the stretch burn a little.
On the other hand, Elijah's other palm is caressing Erin's thigh. "You okay baby? How does it feel?"
"More," Erin whined a little. "Keep going."
Elijah is obedient. He listened to Erin right away as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of Erin's hole before he decided to curl his finger while it's inside.
He had never heard Erin moan like this, so wanton and desperate. The sound of it makes Elijah lose a little bit of his self-control even more, as though it was evaporating the more he hears those uninhibited sounds come out of Erin’s lips. He knows he must've hit that spot to have Erin writhing like this.
"Eli—tangina," he whimpered. "Sige pa, please. Please."
Elijah adds a second finger and sure enough Erin is muttering a litany of moans and profanities that always, always included his name. Which is why he's so sure that his cock is aching hard and leaking precum more than ever.
He thrusts his fingers inside of Erin carefully, but in an established pace that makes him go crazy. His other hand is settled on Erin’s waist, caressing the expanse of the skin with his thumb. He settled on a rhythm, however the next words that come out of Erin’s mouth makes him stutter a little.
"Elijah," he pleaded, sounding so desperate and wanton. "Kantutin mo na 'ko please—"
"You want it now?" Elijah asked as he slowly removed his fingers, watching Erin clench at nothing. Fuck. Just the thought of having his dick inside of him makes him feel like he's going to pass out. Elijah doesn’t know what to expect, but just thinking about it takes a little bit more away from his sanity.
Erin nods. "Want you in me." He said, dazed and obviously taken over by desire.
He watches as Elijah fumbles with his drawer again, looking for a condom. He sat down a bit which caught Elijah’s attention in an instant. "Let's do it raw," Erin held his arm.
Tangina.
Erin is definitely going to be the death of him.
Elijah jerks himself a little and hissed quietly when he spreads the precum around the tip. And all the while he was doing so, his eyes never left Erin, who gazed at him with desire. He takes the bottle of lube and coats his dick with it before he moves to the middle of Erin's legs.
Erin is watching him intently; Elijah is nervous. He doesn't know what to expect, really. All he knows is that he's looking at Erin with a gaze filled with need and want and burning desire, and all that he held back so many times before was coming to this moment.
His patience never grew thin, so long it was Erin who satiated it.
Elijah hovers above him as he pecks his lips. "I love you."
"I love you," Erin wraps both arms around his neck. "Sobra sobra."
Elijah kissed him again this time before he positioned his cock against Erin's hole before he slowly pushed inside. When the tip was in, Erin moaned against his mouth. It hurt, of course. This would be the first time Erin had sex after a long while, so naturally, he expected it to feel painful, considering how big Elijah was either.
But for Elijah, this was his first. And when he thrusted all of his length inside, he felt like cursing and praying to every divine being he knew of. He doesn’t know if he could last longer. The heat of Erin's insides were enveloping him. He didn't know what to do. He feels like he's going crazy at any given moment.
Erin clenched around him and Elijah cussed, his mind turning against all rational thought. "Fuck, baby. Ang sikip mo." Elijah murmured on his jaw. "I'm going insane."
It felt good beyond words could ever say.
Elijah begins thrusting at a slow, gentle pace. With every rut of his hips, a moan escapes from Erin's mouth. The expression on his face made Elijah feel twice as hard as he was. Contorted into pleasure; eyes closed, mouth agape. It was enough to convey that he made Erin feel really good.
Though frankly, Elijah feels himself get lost in the sensation of being inside of him—the warmth that meets his length every time he thrusts back in almost makes him believe that his dick is melting. It felt euphoric in every sense.
He picked up his pace as he thrusted in and out of Erin who shivered underneath him in utter pleasure. Erin is overwhelmed by the girth of Elijah's length inside of him.
"Sige pa," Erin whimpered. "Please, Elijah. Make me cum."
All of Elijah's losing sanity flew out the window when Erin begged at him like that. He couldn’t hold himself back this time around, not when Erin was whispering in his ear like he was a little devil that tempted him. He rutted his hips faster this time, watching Erin's fall wider this time at the change of pace.
Now Elijah understands why people like sex. It makes people feel good, it pleasures them. But this was different for him. It wasn't the type of sex that happens one night or it's something non-committal. It's not the type of sex that the sole purpose of it was just to pleasure each other.
For him, this was an act of love. Of intimacy. Elijah had never felt so intimate with anyone else other than Erin, and he's glad that he was his first. It felt good beyond reason because it was Erin who he was doing it with.
"You feel so good baby." Elijah kisses his neck as he continues thrusting his length inside of him, feeling his orgasm building up the more Erin clenched around him.
That only made Elijah feel like he's losing his breath. The tight heat enveloping the entirety of his dick is what's doing the trick at making him lose the air in his lungs. It felt good. So good.
And as for Erin who feels as though he's on cloud nine, he lets out a sigh of content and pleasure when he feels a familiar knot in his stomach. It was building up again. He was going to cum for the second time. "Malapit na 'ko," he whimpered.
"Me too," Elijah buries his face on the crook of Erin's neck and he felt the latter wrap both of his legs around his waist. Elijah's thrusts were getting faster, hitting a certain spot inside of Erin once more.
Nothing could prepare him for the intense amount of pleasure he could possibly feel.
Erin feels like he's going to pass out. The moans coming out of his mouth are uninhibited, carefree, and loud that he's sure his neighbor would probably hear him. His dick is twitching from over sensitivity and he's achingly hard all over again.
"Baby—shit—I'm about to cum," Elijah groaned, his thrusts getting erratic and faster. "Let me pull—"
Erin didn't even let him budge. "Sa loob," Erin pleaded at him. "I want it in me."
Holy shit. The way Erin had said it made Elijah's dick twitch that he bit on Erin's shoulder and kissed his precious skin. He reaches down to Erin's untouched dick and slowly pumps him in his fingers again.
"Elijah," Erin whined, so achingly close to his second orgasm that it made him shake. "Lapit na 'ko—"
When Erin clenched around him once more, Elijah lost it, completely spilling his seed inside of Erin's hole. A string of curses come out of his mouth before he feels something dripping on his hand. "Fuck, Erin—"
Erin came again. And he held onto Elijah's hand wrapped around his dick as he reveled in the mind blowing state of cumming for the second time. He's quivering under Elijah, eyes closed and jaw gone slack at the sudden stimulation his dick had gotten.
It felt euphoric.
It was a feeling that no words could ever describe.
They lay there for a minute or two before Elijah pulls out of him, hissing a little. He was being extra gentle at the moment. And beside him, Erin is more exhausted than ever. Somehow, Elijah feels like they weren’t done yet.
Not when Erin moved to lay on top of him, kissing his neck in eagerness, settling himself on Elijah’s lap which earned him a groan from the latter who held his waist in an instant. “Erin?”
“Mm?” Erin began kissing his neck softly.
Elijah threw his head back in pleasure. “H-Hindi ka pa ba pagod?”
That made Erin laugh softly. He stops momentarily to lay his head down on Elijah’s chest, taking in the sweet scent of his cologne that seemed to linger around him despite their activities. Erin places soft kisses on Elijah’s collarbone.
“Can I blow you?”
Fuck.
Elijah almost chokes on his own saliva when he hears those words from Erin’s lips. That mouth, so sweet and innocent, turns into something tempting and sultry in an instant. He could feel himself getting hard again, and he knows that Erin felt it because he giggled softly against his ear.
The duality of the person on top of him is something that still takes Elijah by surprise.
Erin doesn’t wait for him to respond. He pulls away from him, drags him to the edge of the bed, and goes down so he could be on his knees, looking at Elijah with a gaze that gets his knees weak and his cock achingly hard again.
He doesn’t know what to do with the image of Erin kneeling before him, looking so submissive and willing. “Erin, if you keep looking at me like that, hindi na ako makakatiis,” Elijah mumbled as he swallowed a lump in his throat.
“Please?” Erin pouts, using his plump lips to his advantage because he sees Elijah gulp again, and he knows his attempts at a plea were successful.
Suddenly, he feels a hand on the back of his nape as Elijah reaches for him and pulls him into a deep kiss, their tongues meeting each other right away. Elijah bites his lower lip which earned a quiet moan from Erin. It took Elijah by surprise when Erin pulled away from him, kissing him on the chest, and from there he began trailing open-mouthed, wet kisses on the expanse of his stomach.
When Erin takes his length into his mouth, Elijah curses. “Erin, fuck–”
His fingers travel to Erin’s nape, softly gripping his hair. Erin licks the tip to the base of Elijah’s dick before he begins bobbing his head up and down, creating a rhythm that has Elijah holding his breath the more he feels the wetness surrounding him.
“Sarap ba?” Erin asked as he briefly pulled away to look at Elijah, saliva and precum smeared on his lips. That sight alone made Elijah go insane yet again.
“Yes,” Elijah groaned out, his fingers fisting a few locks of hair on Erin’s nape. “So good baby–”
Erin hummed around his dick which sent vibrations to Elijah’s skin. He throws his head back when Erin picks up his pace, taking more of him into his mouth. The sounds that they were making were beyond lewd and uninhibited, from Erin’s moans to the ones coming out of Elijah’s mouth.
He could cum alone from hearing Erin, that’s for sure. When he felt his orgasm building up, that’s when he started breathing in ragged breaths, fighting all urges to push Erin’s head lower. He wanted him to do what he desired. He wanted Erin to please him in the way he wanted to.
“I’m close,” Elijah groaned, feeling his climax rattle him on the inside.
Though, right when he was about to cum, Erin deliberately stopped sucking him off and instead finishes off with a pop and a teasing, smug expression on his lips. Elijah breathed out an exhale of exasperation, looking at Erin who was in between his legs.
Erin is as cruel as Elijah can get, but he knew damn well that Elijah wouldn’t tolerate it. He knew and the sight of Elijah panting above him created some sort of effect on him; he felt himself growing harder the more he remained settled between Elijah’s legs.
And it wasn’t much of a surprise when Erin felt himself getting lifted up onto the bed again, this time, being sat on Elijah’s lap, his ass right against the latter’s dick. “You’re such a tease,” Elijah whispered against his ear, pressing a kiss just right under it.
Erin felt himself shiver. His breath hitched as he swallowed a lump in his throat, watching Elijah through half-lidded eyes. “Part your legs for me baby.” Elijah says in a low voice and Erin obliged immediately, especially when he felt Elijah’s lips on his collarbone again.
It wasn’t much of a surprise when they went on for another round, with Erin bouncing on top of his boyfriend who held his waist all the time he was doing so. Erin came for the third time that night, and when they finished, he felt beyond exhausted.
Elijah returns to his usual, gentle and caring self, one that aims to take care of Erin right now.
"Baby," he whispers while kissing Erin's temple, watching him open his eyes. "I need to clean you up. Do you need anything? Water?"
Erin nodded weakly. "Water please," his voice had gone hoarse, and for a second Elijah was scared he might have gone overboard.
Elijah takes his pack of wipes and cleans himself first before putting on a pair of underwear and sweatpants. He immediately gets Erin a glass of water, placing it on the nightstand. He goes to the bathroom and takes a piece of cloth and runs it through warm water.
When he came back, Erin was still in the same position as he left him in. He looked so tired, but he was beautiful. He saw the marks on his skin and suppressed a smirk; Erin was going to kill him tomorrow, he was sure of it.
"Baby I'll clean you up," Elijah's voice was soft, asking for permission. When Erin nods, he parts his legs and first dabbed the cloth on his hole. Erin hissed at the contact before Elijah moved to clean his dick. He was being very gentle at it, though. And Erin appreciated it so much.
"Do you want me to dress you?" Elijah asked. "I have pajamas here."
Erin nods. His throat hurt from all that moaning and whimpering and such. He slowly moved to fix his position on the bed and cussed out when he felt it hurt. He was going to be sore, he was sure of it, but still, he liked the familiar ache of it in his bones.
He feels himself being carefully adjusted on the bed. Elijah slowly dresses him up with a shirt and pajamas. He carefully hands him the glass of water and Erin drinks it to the last drop. When that's done, he makes Erin lie down again, fixing up the pillows and the comforter on him.
It was already late at night. Elijah dimmed the lights down and pulled the covers to Erin's body. He was sure that the latter was almost asleep, but when Elijah nearly walked away, Erin held onto his wrist. The second he held him, Elijah came back without hesitation.
"Yes baby? What is it?" Elijah asked.
"Tabi ka sa'kin," Erin murmured. "Don't leave."
Elijah kissed him on his forehead. "Not going anywhere, Erin. I'm just going to turn off the lights outside then I'll be back, okay?"
The latter nodded. Elijah went out to turn off the light and quickly went back to his room. Before he went back to bed, he took a quick shower He turned off the lights completely before adjusting the temperature. He goes to the other side of the bed and gets in, immediately moving closer to Erin.
Erin, after feeling Elijah's presence next to him, quickly moved himself closer as though Elijah was going to disappear the next day. "Don't go," Erin murmured, feeling fear wash over him, memories of his previous experiences flooding his mind. "'Wag kang aalis."
Elijah wonders why he thought of this. But then he remembered what Erin told him a while ago, and what repercussions it could have had on him. "I won't leave," he whispered against his hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and making him lie on his chest. "I'm not going anywhere, Erin."
"Okay," Erin's voice cracked a bit. "Promise?"
Elijah nodded and kissed his forehead. "I promise, baby. Don't worry. I'll be here for as long as you want me to be. Hindi kita iiwan."
"I love you," Erin said. "I love you so much."
It occurred to Elijah that Erin is more vulnerable and emotional after sex. He sounded so weak and scared that it almost broke his heart. He could only think of protecting him from every bad thing in the world. Elijah wanted nothing more than to be there for Erin all the damn time. He just wanted to make him feel so loved.
"I love you, Erin." Elijah whispered with assurance. "So much, baby."
He fixed the blankets and draped it over Erin's body. "Get some rest," he whispered softly. "I'll be here baby. I'm not going anywhere."
Erin nodded as he buried his face on Elijah's bare chest, nuzzling softly before his breath became even and soft snores came out of his mouth. Elijah smiled softly as he kissed his forehead. Tonight was beyond what words could possibly say, and he couldn't even begin to describe how amazing of an experience it was.
Though, he tries to remember where he kept that cream that was good for healing wounds on skin, because he knows that when Erin wakes up the next day, he's going to give Elijah a taste of his own hell.
Elijah doesn't mind really. And like what he always says, do your worst.