Chapter Eleven #2
“Hey!” Ellis scowled with mock irritation.
Issaky wanted everything he did with Ellis to be about consent, about checking in without making it clinical, about giving without taking until Ellis was loose-limbed and breathless and smiling in that stunned, disbelieving way.
“I need you to tell me what you do and don't want me to do here.” Issaky realized he was breathing fast, his cock throbbing.
“What? Now?” Ellis asked, glancing between Issaky’s eyes and cock.
“Yes. It’s important to me.” Issaky managed to say.
“Well,” Ellis sat back to think, “I don't know. I guess I’m okay with most things. Why don't you tell me what you want to do and then I’ll tell you if it’s okay?” Ellis seemed unsure of himself and it was probably one of the most adorable things Issaky had seen in his thirty one years of life.
Issaky smirked, “That could take a while, baby.”
“Well…I don't know!” Ellis exclaimed, something between a whisper and a shout.
Issaky enjoyed watching the other man stutter around his words, but he was growing increasingly impatient with his exposed cock.
“Can I pull your hair? Make you take me deep in the back of your throat?” Issaky asked, turning himself on further. He needed to get a grip.
Ellis thought about it while biting his lip. Issaky would need to have a talk with him about that later.
“Could you, um…could you demonstrate?” Ellis asked, cheeks turning a dark pink.
It sent a dark, hot pull through Issaky’s lower belly. He smiled softly before reaching out and gently tugging on Ellis's messy curls. Issaky enjoyed the way Ellis's hair sat. Always a mess, always so soft looking.
Ellis closed his eyes and smiled gently, silently confirming that he enjoyed it.
Issaky guided Ellis's head back down to his lap, and thankfully Ellis caught on, taking Issaky into his mouth and sucking…hard. Issaky moaned and pulled a little harder on the other man's hair, enticing a groan from him.
Issaky worried for only a moment that Ellis would think he was being too rough, but when he pulled again, Ellis took him completely to the back of his throat, his nose resting on Issaky’s pubic bone. He looked so pretty there, like it was where he belonged.
“You like not being able to breathe, baby? Like choking on my cock?” Issaky asked, unashamed and completely turned on.
Ellis looked up through his long lashes with glassy, red rimmed eyes and nodded. Cock still in the back of his throat.
It was too much, the sight of him looking at Issaky with needy, wet eyes. Issaky was going to cum. Instead he grabbed a fistfull of Ellis's curls and pulled him off of his cock.
Ellis panted, chest heaving and lips pink and swollen. He looked…
“Beautiful. You're so beautiful.” Issaky sighed, not really meaning to say it aloud.
Ellis smiled shyly before looking down at his hands, “Can you…I mean can we–” Ellis was struggling, clearly lightheaded from his lack of oxygen. No thanks to Issaky’s dick.
“Can you fuck me?” Ellis looked up, eyes worried, “I mean, we don't have to!” Ellis panicked, scooting back.
“El,” Issaky smiled, leaning forward and placing a large hand on the other mans cheek, “There is nothing I want more than to fuck you. But,” Issaky sighed and Ellis looked like he was about to cry, so Issaky spit it out, “I don't have any condoms and I want us safe.”
Ellis looked confused, cocking his head to the side for just a moment, “I haven't been with anyone since I was last tested a few years ago.” He was squirming in the seat across from Issaky.
And Issaky thought, wasn't that just the most adorable thing he could have done?
“I was tested last week. All clear.” Issaky suddenly felt nervous. Like this was something major.
He had slept with many men in the past, and never once had he felt the nervousness that coursed through him just then.
“Then we should be good.” Ellis looked relieved, excited even.
Issaky couldn't handle the nerves settling in his stomach any longer, so he leaned in and planted a soft, wet kiss onto Ellis's swollen lips. Ellis smiled against his mouth.
“If you want to stop, for any reason,” Issaky spoke, hovering over Ellis's mouth, “Just say so and we will stop. No judgment. I won't be upset.”
Ellis looked shocked, like this was the first time anyone had said something like that to him. The thought of that made Issaky’s blood rise in temperature.
“I need a verbal confirmation, El.” Issaky said sternly.
“Okay. I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much.” Ellis nodded, chewing his poor lip.
Issaky leaned in, gently shoving Ellis against the arm of the couch. They had been here, just days ago. But now Issaky was going to be inside him. The thought had him reeling. He reached down and pulled at Ellis's pants, happy that they were just joggers that didn't need unbuttoning.
Ellis caught on quickly–smart boy–and helped Issaky push the pants down, exposing Ellis's cock. It was an average size, kind of cute in a way, not that Issaky would ever tell Ellis that. He reached down and gently squeezed Ellis's balls, which rewarded him a moan.
Issaky pulled away, receiving a whine from Ellis, “Can you grab the lube from the side table?” Issaky panted above him, nodding towards the table at Ellis's head.
Issaky didn't know many autistic people, but those he did know hated being in new situations, especially without instructions. He watched Ellis's face for any sign of discomfort. Would Ellis be okay with lube?
“Whatever you need, just please fuck me.” Ellis whined, twisting to open the drawer.
He made quick work of finding the bottle, movements borderline frantic.
Issaky released his balls, needing a hand, “Pour some in my hand for me, baby.” Issaky instructed gently.
Ellis popped the bottle’s lid and poured an obscene amount of lube into Issaky’s palm before closing it and dropping it to the floor.
Issaky kissed Ellis’s cheek, making the other man giggle, before reaching down and allowing the lube to drip down Ellis's balls and taint.
Ellis jumped at the coldness of it, but when Issaky started circling his hole with his middle finger, Ellis relaxed. Issaky used this moment to slide his finger into Ellis, who immediately tensed up.
“Hey, shhh, it’s okay,” Issaky soothed, “Just relax for me, El. I need to prep you.”
Ellis nodded, placing his hands on Issaky’s shoulders and relaxing.
“Good boy. Just like that.” Issaky encouraged before sticking another finger in and scissoring him open.
This lasted several minutes before Ellis was loose and whining for more, “Please, Issa, please fuck me.” Ellis was begging at that point.
Issaky tried to stop his chest from fluttering at the nickname, but it was no use. His heart was pounding. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock, still hard from playing with Ellis. Issaky gave it a few strokes before rubbing it gently on Ellis's hole.
With one last breath, Issaky pushed his head in, happy it didn't take much resistance. Ellis moaned and wiggled his hips trying to push Issaky’s cock deeper into him.
Issaky’s hand was starting to go numb from holding himself up over Ellis's lax body, but he didn't care.
This was everything he imagined it would be.
Issaky sank deeper and Ellis tightened around him, reaching for Issaky’s waist and pulling him closer, “Fuck, you’re so big,” Ellis cried.
Issaky knew he wasn't small. It was something younger him prided himself in, but hearing Ellis tell him how big he was made him feel feral. Issaky pushed deeper, bottoming out inside of Ellis.
“Y-yes! Fuck me, Issa. Harder.” Ellis was mumbling, barely audible as Issaky picked up speed, thrusting deeper and harder.
“You’re so tight, El. Fuck you feel so good,” Issaky groaned, sinking his body down and closer to Ellis. It relieved the pain in his wrists.
“I’m gonna cum. Please touch me,” Ellis begged as his head thrashed back into the couch.
Issaky reached down, taking Ellis's cock into his hand and stroking twice and pushing himself deeper inside him. That was all it took. Ellis released a deep moan and Issaky felt his cum shoot across his hand and onto Ellis's belly. It was so utterly hot that Issaky felt himself get close.
“I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?” Issaky asked, hoping Ellis would answer quickly.
“In me. Please cum in me.” Ellis begged, eyes watering.
“Fuck.” Issaky cursed, cumming deep inside of Ellis, who was now shaking.
Issaky didn't usually cum in his partners. It was something he deemed too personal, too trusting, but he couldn't help it with Ellis. He wanted to give him everything he asked for.
Issaky looked down at Ellis–whose hair was now a sweaty mess–and smiled when he noticed how dazed the other man looked.
“Thank you.” Ellis whispered.
“I should be thanking you,” Issaky chuckled, pulling out of Ellis gently, “That was probably some of the hottest sex I've ever had.” Issaky didn't know why he was admitting that, but there he was, admitting it.
Ellis giggled and lifted himself up onto his elbows, looking down at his cum covered belly, “Can I get a…”
“Shit, yeah. Yeah, one sec.” Issaky got up quickly, pulling his jeans up but leaving his buckle undone as he made his way to the bathroom.
He came back moments later with a warm wash cloth. Ellis was still laying down but his joggers were pulled up, sitting low on his hip bones.
“I hope a washcloth is okay, you can always shower if you wanna.” Issaky sat beside him.
Ellis smiled and reached for the wet cloth but Issaky pulled away from him before gently cleaning his belly.
“You don't have to clean me up.” Ellis almost whined.
“I want to,” Issaky smiled, “let me do this.”
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Afterward, Ellis lay curled against him, cheek pressed to Issaky’s chest.
“I want to spend the night,” Ellis said suddenly, softly. “I mean—if that’s too much I don't have to.”
Issaky’s heart kicked hard, unexpected and welcome. He tipped Ellis's chin up, made him meet his eyes. “I would love that.”
Issaky kissed him again, slower this time. They didn’t move much after that. Just lay there, limbs tangled, talking about small future things—another bookstore visit, a weekend away someday, what it might mean to build something steady and kind together.
Issaky listened. Issaky planned. Issaky held.
And for the first time in a long while, he let himself imagine a future that felt less like a strategy and more like a home.