Page 104 of Should Our Hearts Catch Fire
“Ah.” Propping himself up, Gabriel looks at him, his free hand tracing patterns over Ellis’ chest. It’s very distracting. “What did you learn?”
“That I have a micro dick.” That makes Gabriel laugh. “And that gay—or bi men clearly don’t need to breathe.”
Gabriel makes a thoughtful sound. “Maybe lay off the porn and just go with the flow.”
“Is that innuendo?”
“I mean, if the shoe fits…”
Ellis catches his wrist, forcing their eyes to meet. “I’d like to try. I have a very vague idea what to do, but I want to make you feel good.”
Gabriel’s breath comes out shaky. “Technique or skill don’t matter to me. I’ll feel good if you feel good. I’ll only enjoy it if you do.”
It’s obvious from the way he phrases it that he worries Ellis might be forcing himself. Fondness fills the space between his ribs. He leans forwards to kiss the worried expression off Gabriel’s face.
“For an empath, you can be exceptionally dense sometimes.”
“Excuse you,” Gabriel complains, but his eyes are glued to Ellis’ lips.
“Come on. Can’t you feel it?”
Ellis is practically vibrating with it, this need mixed with curiosity and self-doubt that begs him to slide between Gabriel’s legs and show him how good he can be if given the chance. He’s always been a quick study, especially when properly motivated.Wanting to give back as much as he’s received would do it, but the promise of seeing Gabriel come apart through his actions? Sign him the hell up.
“I can,” Gabriel admits. “I just couldn’t tell who it’s coming from. I’m kind of nonstop horny for you, if you haven’t noticed.”
Ellis’ shoulders begin to shake, a giddy feeling spreading through his limbs. Only Gabriel could say something like that and look so serious.
In a rare surge of confidence, he turns them until Gabriel is on his back with Ellis hovering over him. After a second of hesitation, Ellis lowers himself so he can roll their hips together, Gabriel’s cock sliding against his and pulling simultaneous groans out of them.
“Do you hear me complaining?”
“You make a valid point,” Gabriel says, his eyes glimmering. Ellis is close enough to see the first golden hues starting to seep into his irises. No matter how many times he sees it, it’s still going to blow his mind.
“I’m used to negotiating contracts, after all.” Now he just needs to negotiate how to suck dick like a pro and not suffocate. No biggie.
Gabriel must pick up on his anxiety because he pulls him down into a kiss and says, “Just do whatever feels good to you, Ellis. I promise I’ll love every second.”
Yeah, okay. He can do that. Making Gabriel feel good will make him feel good and that will make Gabriel feel good and…that’s a feedback loop Ellis will happily get sucked into.
He starts by pressing Gabriel into the mattress and devouring his mouth. Gabriel makes the sweetest sound, stroking Ellis’ back and sides and pulling him flush on top of him, like he can’t bear to have a single millimeter of space between them. The sound he makes when Ellis’ fingers tangle in his hair and tug would be better suited for porn, except instead of rolling his eyes as he often does with porn, it only spurs Ellis on, making everything more urgent, more intense.
Gabriel’s cock drags through Ellis’ hip crease—hot, hard and silky—and he feels a pressing need to feel it in his mouth. He can’t even tell if the need is coming from him or Gabriel, but the answer would make no difference. He’d still want to settle between Gabriel’s legs and swallow him down until he could taste him in the back of his throat.
So he does. Kind of.
He shuffles down Gabriel’s body, raining wet kisses over his skin on the way until he reaches his cock, flushed and wet at the tip, a few droplets of precome smeared across his belly. From up-close, Gabriel seems bigger, but that’s probably just Ellis’ inexperience making things look, well, bigger than they are. Then again, Ellis’ jaw is quite tight from all the teeth grinding he does at work when he deals with idiots.
In his mind, he hears Gabriel’s voice telling him not to overthink it. So Ellis switches the gears in his brain off, and lets himself feel.
And feel, he does. Once his lips have wrapped around Gabriel, he’s swept away by a rush of need and pleasure so strong it eradicates all the noise in his mind. Not only because he already knows he’s going to love doing this to Gabriel, but because theman in question seems to have torn down every single wall guarding his emotions, so Ellis gets a full blast of it. And it’sa lot.
He’s a far cry from being able to take all of him, but Gabriel doesn’t seem to care. Ellis has barely taken him in halfway when Gabriel’s thighs begin to shake on either side of him, his chest rising and falling at irregular intervals. His hands land on Ellis’ shoulders, one sliding down to hold Ellis’ own, and the other weaving through his hair, applying the slightest pressure.
Ellis can tell he’d like to do more than that, but doesn’t encourage him, worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it. It’s a shame, because the idea of being held in place while Gabriel slowly fucks his mouth is something that makes him moan, his cock leaking a steady stream of precome. Gabriel echoes the sound, and when Ellis lifts his gaze to see what he looks like, their eyes meet.
Gabriel’s irises are glowing like two lanterns in the dark, none of their usual color left to be seen. It’s magical and a little scary, but mostly it makes Ellis feel light and giddy. Knowing Gabriel trusts him enough to let his guard down, knowing he’s the only one to ever see Gabriel like this, the one who made him lose control… Yeah, that’s heady as fuck. The part of Ellis that’s been seeking validation since he was a child, that’s wanted to prove himself, wanted to be somebody to someone, it finally settles and calms, knowing the search is over. He doesn’t have to fight anymore.
He doesn’t know what it is about being intimate with Gabriel that makes him have all these grand revelations and life-altering moments, but he couldn’t care less. He has a random, ridiculous thought that sex with Gabriel functions like a therapy session. He felt more complete, more settled, after the first time, as though he’d found a piece of himself he’d been looking for. Whilethe sex was—is—great, he doubts that’s the only reason. Being with Gabriel calms the storm inside him, whether they’re naked or not—though the effects are somewhat amplified at times like this. Especially since they’re alone, and there’s no barrier between them.