Chapter 20 #4
Syrus responded with an answering need, his calloused hands gripping Eiri’s ass and holding him up as they moved together, his cock dragging against Eiri’s through their clothing.
A sheen of sweat dampened their skin, breaths coming in ragged pants, eyes dazed and pupils blown.
It was too good, too much, too everything, and Eiri couldn’t hold back.
With a cry loud enough to be heard in the hallway, he arched up against Syrus and came hard, a tsunami of pleasure smashing into him, pulling him under and upending his world.
Through a haze of satiated lust, he was distantly aware of an answering groan, of Syrus stiffening against him, his hands gripping Eiri a little tighter, then the release of tension and Syrus melting against him, his weight trapping Eiri against the wall as they panted together.
Ages seemed to pass before he could think again, the tides of pleasure ebbing, leaving him sleepy and sated and very aware of the hard wall pressing into his back. At least Syrus hadn’t dropped him, but his forehead now rested on Eiri’s shoulder, his breath feathering across damp skin.
Was Syrus regretting it? Was Eiri regretting it? He couldn’t say for sure, his thoughts and feelings still scattered on the waters. He hadn’t meant for this to happen, but would it strengthen their fledgling relationship or ruin everything?
“I can hear you thinking too hard already,” Syrus murmured, lips brushing Eiri’s shoulder and making him shiver. “No going back, remember?”
At least that answered his question. Syrus certainly didn’t sound like a man with regrets.
“No going back,” he said in a whisper. “But I do need to go wash up, at least.” His soft, loose pants weren’t made for this, and already the thin material was starting to stick to his skin.
“As long as you don’t go in there and start worrying.
” Syrus stepped back, still supporting Eiri until he had his feet steady beneath him.
That left them chest to chest, not that Eiri minded in the least. Even as his mind reeled with the implications of what they’d just done, the rest of him wanted to sink into Syrus and stay there just a little bit longer.
“No promises, but I’ll try.” It was the best he could do.
“I’ll take it.” Syrus finally stepped back, giving Eiri a little room, wincing when his own clothing rubbed against him. “I’ll go after you. I need to clean up and change as well if we plan to be seen in public today.”
“We don’t have to,” Eiri reminded him, the words leaving his mouth before his mind could remind him why it was a bad idea.
“Much as I’d like to stay in here all day, we both need to eat and get ready for tonight.
” His smile was tempered with a hint of the same anxiety that coursed through Eiri every time he thought about their plan.
“Go ahead. I’ll clean up and find some new clothes.
” The wardrobe was still full of his clothing, of course, so that would be simple. Still…
“If…” Eiri didn’t mean to hesitate, and he quickly pushed through the lingering fear. “It would be simpler if your belongings weren’t spread across two suites, wouldn’t it?”
Syrus’ eyes widened, the only sign of his surprise. “It probably would be, yes,” he said slowly, not pushing, giving Eiri room to take this step at his own speed. Was this the man who had been hiding behind the hostility all this time?
“Considering I took your rooms without asking you, it seems only fair that you take them back and make your life easier,” he said, the words coming out in a rush.
“I will, on the condition that you stay in the suite as well.”
Relief swamped the anxiety attempting to take root in him. He’d quietly hoped for that, but having Syrus say it went a long way to settling his unease.
“Only if you’re sure,” he murmured.
Syrus walked forward until Eiri’s back was against the wall again, his hand coming up to cup Eiri’s chin and guide him down until their mouths brushed when he spoke. “I’m very sure.”
Eiri couldn’t say who moved first, or maybe they both did, but in a blink, his arms were around Syrus’ neck, Syrus gripping his hips, and the man was kissing him, hungry and possessive in a way he would have thought he’d hate, but now only stirred the banked embers of his desire.
When Syrus pulled away, Eiri kept his arms around his neck, keeping him from going too far.
“Fuck,” the older man panted, leaning his forehead against Eiri’s. “You need to go shower before we really do stay locked in here all day.”
That idea sounded even better now than it had before, but unfortunately, they really needed to get ready.
Still, that didn’t stop Eiri from stealing one more kiss before slipping out of Syrus’ arms and heading to the washroom.
Every step threatened to reawaken his fears about whatever was between the two of them, but he ruthlessly crushed them down, pushing them to the back of his mind.
He’d worry about everything else tomorrow.
Tonight, his sole focus would have to be on simply surviving.