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Elijah Grant

The city outside Benji’s windows had gone silent, as if even New York understood what this moment meant.

He stood in the doorway of his bathroom, barefoot in sweats and a tank top, the lean muscles of his arms flexing as he moved to dim the lights. I watched him, heart thudding in my chest, and knew without a doubt: I was in love with this man. I never wanted to let him go.

And after everything that had happened in my life, I knew that Benji would forever be my anchor. My safe space. He had rescued me. Risked his life for me.

He had saved me.

There was still so much healing I had to do to truly get over the events of these last few months, but at least I had someone like Benji by my side to get me through it.

As for tonight? Tonight there’d be nothing but healing.

“God, you’re so hot,” I growled as Benji strode toward me, clearly not wearing any underwear. I had tossed off my towel already so he could see how hard he was making me.

“So are you,” he said, placing a hand on the bed and leaning in.

He kissed me in a way that kicked off a shower of golden sparks. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that came from lust alone, even though we had that in multitudes. This kiss said I see you. I want you.

I choose you.

I reached down and tugged the hem of his tank up. He lifted his arms and let me pull it off. My fingers splayed over his warm skin, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, tracing over the tiny beauty marks scattered across his side like constellations. I kissed each one.

Benji leaned down and kissed me again. Our bare chests met, skin to skin, warmth to warmth. I was so fucking hard already, aching and thick, but I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to take my time. I tangled my hands in his hair and held on. I reached between us and stroked him through his sweats.

“Take these off,” I murmured against his lips.

Benji took a step back and quickly shed the sweats, throwing them to the side. He stood there in all his hard and manly glory. Dick already leaking, hairy chest flushed pink, nipples standing at attention.

God, this man was perfect in every single way.

I stroked myself, slapping my heavy cock against my stomach. Benji licked his lips like he couldn’t help it.

“Get a taste,” I urged him. He didn’t waste a second, climbing onto the bed and getting between my legs, holding my cock in both hands before slowly lowering, kissing the head, licking the slit, stroking my shaft. He took it slow at first, soft. I gently massaged his scalp, letting every muscle in my body relax.

He moaned as he sucked me into his mouth, swallowing me. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull. The heat and wetness combined to make a torrent of pleasure. He swirled his tongue around my dick, taking me deeper down his throat. He arched his back so his ass was high in the air. I leaned forward and reached for it, squeezing him as he swallowed me all the way down to the balls.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” I said as I ran a finger off his tight hole. “Yeah, keep that cock in your mouth while I play with your hole. That’s it.”

He started to gag around my cock. I leaned back and let him come up for air. He wiped his lips, a smile splitting his face. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Now it’s my turn,” I said, maneuvering us so that Benji was laying down instead of me. I straddled him, grinding against him slowly, rubbing our stiff lengths together. His hands found my hips, guiding my rhythm. I bent and kissed his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. “You’re mine,” I murmured.

He growled. “Always have been.”

Every inch of skin was touched, every moan was earned. I kissed a trail down his chest, licking over his nipple and biting gently. His hips bucked. I could feel a streak of pre-cum paint my belly.

I took my time worshipping him, intoxicated by the way his skin tasted and by how his body reacted to my touch. So wet, so hard, so fucking hot.

When I finally reached his cock, I gave him one long, slow lick that made his head fall back with a grunt. I took him deep, slow, wanting to taste every inch. He threaded his fingers through my hair and whispered my name like a prayer.

He tasted like heaven and hell and everything in between. He gave me life with his cock. He gave me what I needed, what I craved.

He made me crave even more.

When I pulled off, he was panting.

“I need to be inside you,” I said.

Benji spread his legs and reached into the nightstand. “Then take me.” He handed me a bottle of lube, his body splayed out for me to enjoy.

“Oh, I will.”

I took my time with him, dragging slick fingers down the curve of his ass, teasing over his entrance until he was panting and begging for me to enter him. He was so fucking responsive—every gasp, every shudder, every slow grind of his hips was a drug I wanted another hit of. I watched him unravel, bit by bit, offering himself up to me without hesitation. His thighs trembled. His toes curled. His moans grew louder, more unhinged as I stroked him with one hand and circled his hole with another.

“I need you to fuck me,” Benji said. “Please.”

My cock throbbed. I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I pushed back and got on my knees, lining myself up with him. He lifted his legs and I put them over my shoulders.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Mhmm,” he said, already fisting the sheets.

When I finally pushed inside, slow and deep, his whole body arched. His eyes locked on mine—wide, hungry, raw—and he gasped like he’d been waiting his whole life for this. The connection hit like lightning.

“Jesus, Eli,” he choked out. “You feel... fuck, you feel insane.”

I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. “Yeah?” I growled against his neck. “This what you needed?”

He cried out, his hole clenching around me. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. The rhythm built—deep, deliberate, passionate. Skin slapped, breath tangled, the sound of his need pouring into my ear like gasoline, feeding the wildfires that roared inside me. I was burning. We both were.

We’d be nothing but ash by the end of tonight.

His legs locked tight around my head as I fucked him harder, deeper. Sweat slicked between us. I kissed him like I needed his mouth to breathe, like if I let go of him I’d shatter into dust.

“You’re mine,” I growled. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” he breathed, his voice broken, eyes glassy with lust. “I’ve always been yours.”

I reached between us, grabbing his cock. It was soaked in pre-cum, thick and flushed, twitching for release. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, our bodies locked together in a rhythm only we knew, only we could know.

His back arched. “Eli—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m?—”

“Let go,” I whispered, pressing our foreheads together. “Come for me.”

He did just as I asked.

He shouted my name, loud and guttural, as his body convulsed. Cum splashed between us, across our stomachs and chests. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The way he clenched around me sent me spiraling. My orgasm hit like a fist to the gut—I shoved in hard, spilling everything I had inside him, mouth open in a silent cry.

We collapsed together, shaking and destroyed and made whole again.

I was still inside him, both of us drenched and dazed, our chests rising and falling in uneven sync. I managed to lift myself up and looked down at him—his flushed cheeks, the blissed-out curve of his mouth, the faint pink bite marks along his collarbone.

Benji cupped my face, thumb brushing over my lips. His eyes were blown wide, hazy, and full of something that made my ribs ache.

“I love you,” I whispered.

The words came out rough and unfiltered, no hesitation left in me. I meant them with everything I had.

His breath caught. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Detective .”

He smiled in a way that resembled the brightness of a hundred stars. And then he kissed me. Kissed me like I’d just handed him the only thing he’d ever wanted.

“I love you forever and always, Eli.”

We quickly cleaned up and then held each other in the warm, thick silence after. His arms stayed wrapped around me like he was afraid I’d vanish. I curled into him, nuzzling my face into the space between his neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and him.

“Forever?” I asked.

He chuckled, that low, warm rumble that lived somewhere between my ribs now. “Forever.”

The city outside whispered in the distance, but all I could hear was the slow, steady beat of his heart against my cheek.

We’d been through chaos. Through fire. Through darkness.

But now, here, wrapped in each other and everything we’d survived?—

We were finally safe.

We were together.

And we were never letting go.

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