Chapter Fifteen #2
Issaky glanced over and caught him staring. A slow, knowing smirk curved his mouth. Without looking away from the road for long, he reached across the console and took Ellis's hand, squeezing once–warm, grounding, sure.
Ellis's pulse jumped.
When they pulled up to the building, the rain had turned wild, drumming against the windshield so loudly it nearly drowned out the engine.
Before Ellis could even reach for the handle, Issaky was already out of the car, jogging around the hood.
He yanked his jacket up over his head and opened Ellis's door with a flourish like a chauffeur in a storm.
“After you,” Issaky said.
Ellis laughed and stepped out, immediately getting pelted by cold rain. “I should’ve worn my rain jacket,” he muttered as water soaked through his sweater almost instantly.
“It’s Seattle,” Issaky shot back. “All your jackets should be rain jackets.”
The walk from the curb to the entrance was short, but by the time they burst through the lobby doors, they were both drenched, shoes squeaking, clothes clinging. They made the short walk to Issaky’s unit and made it inside. Issaky pushed wet hair back from his forehead and looked Ellis up and down.
“You’re dripping,” he said, fighting a grin. “Like, aggressively dripping.”
“Your jacket was rain resistant,” Ellis countered. “You’re barely wet.”
“I didn't know I needed to tell you specifically to put on a rain jacket this morning.” Issaky teased, not unkind.
“Maybe I need you to tell me exactly what to do.” Ellis huffed a laugh, then stopped, because now that they were under the warm lights of Issaky’s apartment, Issaky really did look unfairly good.
Damp curls at his temples, shirt darkened by rain and clinging just enough to hint at the shape beneath.
Eyes bright, amused, alive. Godly was the only word that came to mind, and it struck Ellis with embarrassing force.
The laughter softened between them, the air shifting.
Ellis stepped closer without fully deciding to. His hand came up, fingers brushing the edge of Issaky’s collar. Then he leaned in and captured his mouth in a kiss.
Issaky answered immediately, one hand sliding to Ellis's waist, pulling him in.
The kiss deepened, warm and unhurried, rain-cold clothes and heat between them.
Ellis felt the breath leave his lungs as Issaky drew him closer, the world narrowing to touch and warmth and the steady thud of his own heartbeat in his ears.
Issaky’s hands moved to the hem of Ellis's soaked sweater, peeling it away with a soft, reluctant break of their lips just long enough to tug the fabric up and over his head. Their foreheads rested together for a moment afterward, both breathing harder now, sharing the same small pocket of air.
Issaky searched Ellis's face–checking, asking without words. His gaze dipped briefly to Ellis's buckle, then lifted again in silent question.
God, he’s hot. Ellis answered with a small, certain nod before drawing him back into another kiss, this time far more hungry.
Issaky fumbled with the metal of Ellis's buckle but eventually loosened it, pushing Ellis's jeans to the floor. Everything felt so good and safe and Ellis had the thought to stop wearing belts.
Ellis broke the kiss once again and yanked on the hem of Issaky’s–far less–wet shirt. The other man grinned before helping Ellis remove the clothes.
“Will you fuck me?” Ellis asked, breathy.
Issaky paused, searching Ellis's face once again, “I don't know if now is the time to–”
“Please,” Ellis whined, “Please. I need you to.” Ellis's lips found Issaky’s again.
He didn’t know why he was being so wanton over this, or why he felt he needed to be fucked so badly.
Maybe it was because for the first time in weeks, he felt normal.
Or the fact that standing there, half naked in front of Issaky made his pulse stutter and his brain clear for the first time, probably ever.
Issaky kissed back feverishly before wrapping an arm under each of Elllis’s legs, forcing the man to straddle him in the air.
“What–” Ellis started.
“If I’m going to fuck you,” Issaky nearly whispered, his mouth close to Ellis's ear. “It’ll be in my bed, not in the middle of my kitchen.” He laughed at the last part and it made Ellis giggle as well.
They made it to Issaky’s room in record time and the man gently plopped Ellis down on the edge of his bed. Ellis looked up at Issaky and smiled, completely and utterly in love. And wasn't that a scary concept?
“Dont look at me like that, El.” Issaky smirked, walking over to the bedside table on the far right and opening a drawer.
“Like what?” Ellis asked, playing coy and scooting further up the bed.
He was new to teasing. Before Issaky, he never really liked it. But after Issaky explained the appeal and silliness of it, he grew fond of the act. Ellis still didn't like it, of course, when it was done to him.
“Is that how you want to play tonight?” Issaky grinned, pulling out a black bottle and setting it on the mattress next to Ellis's bare thigh.
“Is that?” Ellis asked, ignoring Issaky’s previous question.
“Lube, yeah. The same as last time. Is that okay?” Issaky asked, concern etched into his brows.
Ellis frowned and felt himself growing nervous.
He hated anything sticky and wet. The idea immediately turned him off and made his skin crawl.
He had put up with it the first time, simply because he was too caught up in the moment to really process what it was.
That lube was like lotion, kind of. And Ellis hated lotion.
But, if maybe there was an alternative to lube, he would gladly never use it again.
Issaky noticed immediately that Ellis was quiet and leaned down, “Hey.” He gently took Ellis's chin in his hand, “we don't have to use it. It’s just easier if we do. I don't want to hurt you, so if you don't want to use lube, we will have to use spit…a lot of it.”
Ellis felt immediate relief. The idea of having Issaky’s spit on him was far more appealing than some sticky substance. Ellis nodded enthusiastically, happy that Issaky had thought of an alternative.
Issaky smirked and leaned down, brushing his lips to Ellis's. “I like spit much better anyways.”
Ellis made a hmm noise against Issaky’s lips before asking, “Where do you want me?”
“Scoot to the edge of the bed, you’re going to suck my cock until you're drooling.” Issaky’s voice was dark.
Ellis felt heat flush his entire body before he shifted, sitting at the edge of the bed with his feet hanging over the side. Issaky wasn't that much taller than him, a good four inches maybe, but Ellis's torso was short, so he sat just at the man's hips when Issaky was standing.
“You won’t really be able to use your words,” Issaky looked down at Ellis, “So you’ll need to use your tap system. Do you remember it?”
Ellis nodded, his voice suddenly feeling too weak to speak.
Issaky tsked at him and placed his thumb and forefinger on Ellis's chin, “I need you to use your words, baby.”
Ellis gulped, completely turned on and feeling utterly stupid, “Y-yes, Issa. I remember.”
“Good boy, now open.” Issaky slid his thumb into Ellis's mouth and gently rubbed it over his tongue, “I’m going to need a lot of spit. So I’m going to throat fuck you, okay?
And I need you to try your hardest not to swallow.
Can you do that for me?” Issaky’s words were so filthy but his tone was the sweetest that Ellis had ever heard.
“I can do that.” Ellis mumbled around the man’s thumb and looked up at Issaky, quickly going into a peaceful daze.
He is so pretty. So safe. Ellis thought as Issaky pulled his thumb from Ellis's mouth and began to undo his own buckle. Ellis watched in rapt satisfaction as Issaky’s jeans fell to the floor and his dick sprang from his boxers. It was big…which to be honest, was quite alarming for Ellis.
Sure, he had seen it before, but the thought of it going in him somehow made it seem even larger.
Issaky smiled softly, taking his cock in his hand before stepping forward and gently rubbing it against Ellis's lips. Ellis stuck out his tongue, gently licking the underside of Issaky’s member.
Without warning, Issaky pushed the head of his cock into Ellis's mouth, causing him to almost squeak around it. The man sighed before beginning to slowly thrust into Ellis's throat.
“You’re so warm, El. Such a good boy.” Issaky groaned, speeding up slightly.
Ellis closed his eyes, relishing in the praise. He could feel the stretch at the corners of his lips as Issaky thrust deeper, hitting the back of his throat. Ellis held his breath and tried his hardest not to gag.
“Just like that, I need all the spit I can get, baby.” Issaky’s voice was a mix of sweet and rough.
Ellis opened his eyes and felt a tear run down his cheek. He wasn't sad, far from it actually. He felt good and useful and…pretty?
Issaky pulled back, leaving just the tip of his cock in Ellis's mouth and used his thumb to wipe the tear away. Ellis felt a gush of saliva and spit fill his mouth and looked up at Issaky through his lashes.
“One more time. Can you do that for me?” Issaky asked sweetly, petting Ellis's head.
Ellis nodded and pat Issaky’s thigh once. Yes.
“Youre so perfect, El.” Issaky praised before thrusting deep again.
It was easier this time to not gag. Ellis's throat was sore from the size of Issaky, but he found a strange satisfaction in the burn.
He looked up and watched as Issaky threw his head back, whispering what sounded like a ‘fuck.’ Ellis closed his eyes and hummed, ignoring the spit that was beginning to leak down his chin.
Just as he was starting to really get into sucking and liquid was pooling in the back of his throat, Issaky pulled out, leaving Ellis pouting.
“Sorry, baby,” Issaky laughed, catching his breath. “If we don't stop, I’ll cum.”