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Elliott supposes his first clue should have been Blaire's backpack hanging off his desk chair, but he'd had a bit too much at the saloon and he wasn't paying attention to the dark corners of his cabin. His true first clue though was stepping on the young adult’s chest binder.
He looked down and saw the beige piece of fabric, wondering what it was before his brain caught up with his body. Leaning down to pick it up he uncrumpled it and took stock of the item. It was relatively small, unzipped, and now had his dusty foot print on it. He looked around and saw Blaire's t-shirt, soggy and obviously abandoned for a reason, placed across the table with his little bonsai.
Elliott smiles as his eyes drag over to his bed to see the boy curled up under his sheets. He placed the binder up by the shirt before stumble-walking over to his bed and the sweet farmhand in it. He pushed a piece of black hair behind a studded ear and sighs happily as he takes in the notable top naked man in his bed. Realistically, his subconscious notes, the only way the both of them to fit in the bed would mean they lay on top of each other. Outwardly, the thought of touching Blaire's exposed body all night makes his cheeks flush red hot.
Sure, they've been dating for almost six months, yes, Blaire has said Elliott can touch him whenever he wants. But Elliott knows the kind of things people have done to Blaire in the past and while his actions would not be done with even a spark of malicious intent he wouldn't want to trigger a trauma response from his beloved.
His fingers gently pet Blaire's head, reaching between strands to scratch at his scalp and that was his first mistake. The sound of pleasure Blaire lets out has him blushing to his chest and his body reacting with extreme interest. He leans down, eyeing where his blanket precariously covers the boy's bosom, and gently kisses his forehead. He figures, if Blaire could sleep through a few kisses the chance of his waking up are low, therefore Elliott could calm himself down in some form before going to bed.
Lips trail over a pale, freckled face, from round cheeks to slightly chapped lips. As Elliott confirms his darling is truly asleep his groin takes the time to chub and take away vital thought forming blood from his brain.
His hand slides down Blaire's shoulder and close to his chest where his fingers begin to fiddle with the blanket. He recognizes this is probably not the best idea but he doesn't have any other one in his alcohol obfuscated mind.
He looks down as twin breasts are revealed under his hand. They're round and prior experience knows they fill his hands almost perfectly but reconfirms anyway.
It's soft and meaty in his palm and his fingers bracket the slowly peaking nipple as his lips go back to passionately kissing Blaire's lips. His thumb swipes back and forth across the wrinkled nipple, mouth drinking down the noises puffed between Blaire's breaths like water. It feels sweet and Elliott guesses if Blaire were awake he'd probably crack a joke about how he's not brittle glass, but Elliott loves taking his time with Blaire, loves slowly pulling apart each piece of the shell until it's only the pure essence of his love left for him to see.
He freezes for a moment as Blaire's asleep form shifts, a hand moving towards Elliott but not quite making it. He sighs through his nose at his own silliness before continuing where he left.
He pulls away and looks at the boy's form. He's still plenty curled and in a bad spot for Elliott to even think about squeezing around him.
Large hands gently move the boy onto his back, allowing his legs to droop open and the blanket to be pulled lower.
Elliott's mouth water where the blanket teases that soft stomach he loves and he caves far too fast for a man with principles, but he supposes that's what Blaire has always done to him.
He kisses down between Blaire's breasts and across the pudgy tummy as he begins to climb onto his bed and between Blaire's spread legs. Once settled he looks up at his boyfriend, watching the way his chest rises and falls at a steady rhythm and how his eyelashes flutter occasionally. Elliott leans up and presses another soft kiss to his boy's mouth as his hands find places on Blaire's body, one cupping and massaging a soft tit and the other running up and down his waist.
He trails down the warm expanse of his neck, a flurry of kisses only to stop when the man whines and bucks his hips. Elliott chuckles warmly and begins to softly suckle heated skin between his teeth. He bites and pulls and tastes thoroughly before pulling away from spit soaked skin, watching as a red mark forms where his lips were once poised. It joins the litany of marks left during previous romps.
He goes back to his mission with soft kisses until his mouth closes around a peaked nipple, sucking and laving his tongue across the nerve filled tissue. He breathes through his nose as he brings his other hand up to play with the second swell as he closes his eyes and enters a state where the only thing that exists is him and his beloved Blaire's chest.
He moans around the taste of skin and sweat in his mouth and he's pretty sure he can taste remnants of the sea from his farmer's fishing excursion. He bucks his hips as his cock twitches and he whines as there's nothing to rub against.
He finally pulls off to start shedding his own clothes. He's loose from alcohol, brain making bad decisions and hands nothing but puppets to his low caliber thinking. His coat comes off, his button up, and then his pants. He fights them as he struggles to get them off without getting off the bed but he does it anyway. He considers taking his boxers off but ultimately decides against it as he slowly drags the blanket further down to expose Blaire's hips and thighs clad in shorts, the edge of his pale grey boxers visible just under the loose fabric.
Elliott reaches under the blanket and pulls the man's legs out from under the knee, spreading them around his own hips. He presses up, rubbing the front of his cock against the hot and slick mound. He groans as he bucks against the sweet feeling before leaning down against. He begins sucking at the opposite breast as he grinds against his darling in earnest.
His brain shuts off as he chases the pleasure he knows Blaire's body will give him, his own body willingly giving Blaire tenfold in return. He moans against the nipple in his mouth as Blaire's shorts slowly get wet from Blaire. Blaire's wet between his legs for Elliott. It sends the older man spiralling as he pulls back to drag the boy's shorts off, the wet patch much more noticeable in the cotton boxer briefs that hang around Blaire's hips and are currently clinging to his wet cunt. He reaches down to gently rub Blaire's clit through his boxers before leaning up and sucking marks onto Blaire's chest again.
His cock rocks against Blaire's, moaning when his thumb is caught between them. His other hand holds Blaire's waist with a needy grip and his mouth works over the swells of breast and peaks of nipple. He dips into the valley between mounds and licks up salty sweat as the temperature between them rises. He moans as he starts thrusting in earnest, dragging his hard, straining, cock across the entire length of Blaire's pussy. Elliott feels so very close.
He starts kissing up Blaire's chest to his lips, the sounds Blaire's letting out notifying him to the fact his lover was close as well. He moves a hand from Blaire's waist to under his back as he humps their groins together in ecstasy.
Elliott feels as pleasure swells inside his gut and he redoubles his efforts in getting Blaire's asleep body to the peak, thumb rubbing measured circles around the bud. He gasps as Blaire's back bows and he lets out the most seductive sound Elliott's ever heard, his boxers drenching themselves in his release and Elliott whimpers as his orgasm crashes over him.
He bucks frantically against that wet heat, whining as he grabs onto Blaire and basically acting like a wild dog. He huffs as he comes down, nuzzling into the man's neck, pressing soft kisses against the heated skin.
He feels as fingers run through his air and he pulls back, a nervous smile on his lips.
Blaire's eyes are open and there's a coy smile on his face as his fingers run across his boyfriend's copper hair.
“How was it?” Elliott asked softly as he moved slightly. Blaire chuckled and his smile widened.
“Perfect,” He leaned down and kissed Elliott, lips meeting and slowly coaxing them to sleep