Page 57 of Shrapnel

His back arched at the snick of the bottle cap opening. “Couple nights ag—ah! That’s cold!” he jumped the second Elijah squirted the thick lube on his ass.

“Thought you wanted me to hurry?” he asked, spreading the lube with his index finger until it coated his twitching hole.

He didn’t wait for whatever bratty comment Noah had coming, he just took his time stretching Noah. One finger, then two, back to one just to hear Noah curse him. He purposefully avoided that bundle of nerves Noah so badly wanted him to finger, pads of his fingers just barely brushing past it to rub against his heated walls and pluck at his oversensitive rim.

“Elijah, I swear if you don’t—” he was cut off when Elijah hooked his fingers to press directly against his teased prostate, curling as hard as he could. Noah’s entire body jolted, his legs trembling around his wrist.

“What was that?” he teased, easing up only a little so he could press back on it like a seesaw teetering between pleasure and overstimulation.

“Please, please, please Elijah, I just need—ah—I need more please,” he was babbling now, letting the tears soak the sheets under his face.

Spreading his fingers, he let them pop from his sloppy hole to watch it gape, twitching around nothing. Unzipping his pants, he sighed in relief as his erection was freed.

“I wonder,” he mused as he dragged the length of his cock across Noah’s ass, hands kneading the firm muscle as he spread him open. “Do you think you could come with my cock just like this? Laying against your pretty hole but not doing a thing?”

As sensitive as his dick was, he could feel every twitch, every wrinkle as he slowly dragged back and forth, slicking up his dick. Occasionally the spongy head of his cock would catch on Noah’s loose rim, threatening to slip inside just to pop back out.

Noah’s back arched, desperate to get his cock inside him. “I don’t want to,” he pleaded. “Want to come on your dick.”

Elijah’s fingers buried in the back of Noah’s head, jerking him up so he could kiss him as he finally pressed into him. Noah groaned when his cock finally popped past the rim, his entire body trembling with need.

There was no time to adjust, not with that tight heat gripping him. How could it always feel so amazing? He had no coherent thoughts as he began thrusting, small at first until he heard Noah cry out the first time he slid past his prostate.

Then he was gone.

Noah and Elijah ceased to exist, and it was only the cresting of pleasure, the building of heat between them as they chased something primal. He might have spoken; he couldn’t hear anything but the smacking of skin on skin and Noah’s babbling stream of consciousness. He licked the sweat off the back of Noah’s neck, forehead plastered to his skin as he felt him tighten up underneath him.

Nails raked down his arm. “Want a…to kiss…” Noah panted; eyes wet as he looked back at Elijah.

“My ruin,” Elijah cooed as he flipped him, sliding his thighs around his hips as he lined back up, watching as ecstasy draped itself across Noah’s face. He kissed him, fingers cupping his face so he could devour him. His thrusts slowed as he focused on kissing him, keeping the ember between them smoldering.

Noah wrapped his arms around Elijah, dragging him closer as he lifted to meet him. Finding that perfect spot every time because they were made for each other. Crafted from different parts but always meant to be a pair. They naturally fit together, their pleasure bouncing between them before it crested and left them in a sweaty sticky mess.

By the time they finished, the sun was spilling in through the windows, pooling on the marble floor in perfect squares. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams, flitting on currents that didn’t seem to exist in such a still room. The only sounds were the waking of birds, their cries to the new day muted by the glass.

Noah’s breaths were soft and even. Content as he burrowed into Elijah’s side. He wasn’t asleep, Elijah could tell by the stiffness in his shoulders. Even though they were both awake, they were dreaming. To speak, to get out of bed, would wake them from this moment of peace. Something neither of them got very often. In moments like these Elijah could fill his hands with Noah. Look down and not see a blade or blood, but see the man he loved. His skin rosy and warm, marked with proof of their lovemaking. For a scarce moment, Elijah could revel in his humanity. To feel love without guilt.

For Noah, these moments were a reprieve. The ghosts of his family couldn’t cross the protection of these blankets. They would have to wait outside, holding onto the expectations of his bloodline and responsibilities Noah never wanted. A precious moment where he could breathe without the weight he had never grown accustomed to.

Elijah felt the bed shift and Noah’s finger caressed his jaw. Stroking down to his chin before dropping to his neck, pressing against the scar he couldn’t feel but knew was there.

“Admiring your handiwork?”

Noah snorted. “It barely bled.”

Elijah opened his eyes. “You’re wrong,” he told a surprised Noah, grabbing him and flipping him so that he was on top of him. He kissed Noah softly, letting his lips linger.

“You put a knife to my throat and you cut me. I bled then and I bleed now.” Noah furrowed his eyebrows and Elijah smiled.

“I bleed, I breathe, I live for you. This scar is proof of everything you are to me. I wear you on my skin like I have you in my heart.”

Noah swallowed, blinking quickly to prevent the wetness pooling in his eyes from turning into tears. Elijah kissed his eyes and felt slight tremors under his soft lids.

“You ruined me, Noah.”

Noah’s voice was thick. “Is that what it’s called?”

“Mhmm,” Elijah sighed, brushing his nose against Noah’s.