Chapter Fifteen #3
Ellis blushed as Issaky gently grabbed his chin and tilted it up, forcing Ellis to look at him. His mouth was full of spit and he tried his hardest not to swallow on instinct.
“You still got that spit for me baby?” Issaky asked sweetly, using his thumb to gently rub Ellis's cheek.
Ellis nodded gently.
“Stand.” Issaky demanded.
Ellis was quick to obey. He stood, now face to face with Issaky. Ellis wasn't sure how he’d get the spit into Issaky’s mouth; the man was taller than him.
As if Issaky could read his mind, he grinned devilishly and sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands. Ellis watched, transfixed by the flex of the man's muscles.
“Are you just going to stare or are you going to feed me that spit so I can finally fuck you?” Issaky asked in a dark voice.
Ellis's eyes widened in shock and he quickly tried to cover it up by crawling–completly naked–over Issaky’s lounging body and hovering inches from his mouth. Issaky smirked before opening his mouth, locking eyes with Ellis, and nodding.
Ellis opened his lips and allowed the spit to stream from his mouth into Issaky’s. It was dirty and weird and gross and so, so hot.
Once Ellis's mouth was empty, Issaky jerked his head to the side, signaling for Ellis to lie down. The man listened, lying on his back and watching as Issaky repositioned himself over Ellis's much smaller frame.
He watched as Issaky took Ellis's legs and rested them on his shoulders, opening Ellis and leaving him bare in front of the man. Before Ellis could really think about how embarrassing the position felt, Issaky stuck his fingers in his own mouth and pulled them out, coated in saliva.
I have to be dreaming. Ellis thought as he watched the beautiful man reach down and gently rub circles around his rim. He didn't mean to tighten up.
Issaky lightly tapped Ellis's butt, ushering him without words to relax. Begrudgingly, Ellis closed his eyes and melted into the mattress. Issaky rewarded him with a pleased hum before slowly sinking a finger into Ellis.
“Mmm” Ellis hummed, rotating his hips gently.
Issaky began thrusting his finger, just barely hitting Ellis's prostate.
“More…please.” Ellis begged, opening his eyes and taking in the view in front of him.
Issaky was all bronze skin and fine muscle. Even with his mouth full of Ellis's spit–which was the hottest thing he’d ever seen–Issaky was able to paint a smirk on his face.
Issaky added another digit before thrusting faster than before and scissoring his fingers, being quick to work him open. Ellis felt his lower belly tighten and his spine grow numb. It was all too much in the best way possible.
“Fuck me, please.” Ellis begged, knowing he was going to cum soon if Issaky didn't switch his technique.
Issaky made a hmm noise before pulling his fingers out and taking his–very large–dick in his hand, stroking it once, twice. Ellis watched almost entranced as the other man’s forearm muscles flexed with every stroke.
Just when he was beginning to think this was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, Issaky opened his mouth and allowed a long stream of spit to spill down and onto his hole.
“Holy shit, that was hot.” Ellis didn't mean to say it out loud.
Issaky looked up and smiled softly at Elllis before guiding his cock to his hole. Ellis watched as Issaky gently pushed in past the tight ring of muscle. It didn't hurt as badly as Ellis was anticipating, and the spit seemed to work pretty well in place of lube.
Issaky opened his lips again, allowing the last bit of spit to dribble down onto his cock–that was now inside of Ellis. The larger man looked up and locked eyes with Ellis before fully thrusting in.
Ellis's head shot back and he gripped the sheets below him, aware of how full he suddenly was. Issaky was big and hard as he began to gently thrust deeper into Ellis's stinging ass.
“You’re doing so good, El.” Issaky praised, moving his hips faster, “Such a good boy.”
Ellis whined before lifting his hips into the air, trying to take the man deeper. This elicited a laugh from Issaky before he bent Ellis's legs to his chest and began to pump deep into him.
Ellis knew he was making some ungodly noises, but he was too far gone to understand them, or even care. Issaky was fucking him, and it felt so good. He’d never been with someone like this. Never felt another human's body in his and wanted them to stay.
He felt his stomach tighten again and his body grew hot. He was going to cum and he couldn't find the words to warn the other man. His blood felt molten hot and his eyes stung like he was going to cry as Issaky hit that spot deep inside of him over and over again.
“Issa, I–” And that was all the warning he gave before he felt hot ropes of cum paint his belly and chest.
“Good boy, cumming for me so well.” Issaky praised, leaning down and kissing Ellis's lips.
The kiss was hot and heavy. Issaky sucked Ellis's lower lip before biting it gently and sucking again. It felt like a game, one Ellis wasn't keen on losing.
“You feel so good, Issa.” Ellis whispered against the man’s lips as he continued to pump into him.
Ellis–although soft and spent–still reveled in the feeling of Issaky inside him.
“Fuck, I dont think I’m gonna last long, baby. You're so tight.” Issaky moaned, his hips stuttering.
“Cum in me,” Ellis whispered, surprising himself, “Please.”
Ellis had never been fond of cum, even his own. It was weirdly warm and sticky and oftentimes bitter. But the idea of Issaky’s cum in him made Ellis feel almost feral with need.
Apparently Issaky was just as excited about the idea because not even seconds later he was cumming inside of Ellis. The disgust that Ellis was expecting to feel from the man’s release inside of him never came. Instead there was a deep happiness rooting inside his chest.
Issaky panted above Ellis before leaning down and planting a soft kiss on the man’s temple, then cheek, and finally lips. Ellis moaned lightly, enjoying the taste of Issaky.
“That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had.” Issaky chuckled, rolling over and onto the bed beside Ellis.
“Probably the best?” Ellis feigned hurt.
Issaky just smiled, a big toothy grin. “How do you feel about pancakes?”
Ellis rolled over and shifted so he was leaning on his elbow. “At…” he looked above Issaky’s muscled shoulder at the cloak on the side table. “Ten at night?”
Isasky shrugged, jumping up and slipping on a pair of dark sweats. Ellis watched as the man’s torso and arms flexed with the movements.
“Come on,” Issaky said. “I even have a few eggs left.”
“I literally hate eggs, Issa.” Ellis groaned, sliding out of bed.
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Ellis stood in nothing but Issaky’s largest t-shirt in the middle of the man’s kitchen.
Issaky’s apartment was far nicer than his own, with wood flooring, tiled kitchen walls, and stainless steel sinks.
Ellis wanted to be jealous–he usually was in these situations–but instead he felt a sort of peace in Issaky’s space.
Like he’d stepped into a place that had been waiting for him, even before either of them knew he would ever be there.
He watched as Issaky pulled out pans, ingredients, and what had to be the largest bottle of syrup Ellis had ever seen, before turning on the Alexa. Smooth rock played softly as Issaky brewed coffee. It was a simple routine, one Ellis had seen people do in movies, but had never done himself.
“Do you…want chocolate chips?” Issaky asked over his shoulder, already opening a cabinet near the pantry.
Ellis blinked, pulled out of his thoughts. “Is that a real question?”
Issaky laughed, soft and warm, the sound settling easily into the space between them. “Fair.”
Ellis padded closer, bare feet quiet against the floor, and leaned his hip against the counter.
The t-shirt hung off one shoulder, the hem brushing his thighs.
He was acutely aware of himself–of the way his body still hummed, of the unfamiliar lightness in his chest–but instead of feeling exposed, he felt…
held. Even standing a few feet away from Issaky, he felt held.
Issaky moved with an easy confidence, like this kitchen knew him. He cracked eggs one-handed, stirred batter without splashing, nudged the pan into place with his hip. Every so often, he glanced back at Ellis, like he needed to make sure he was still there.
Ellis noticed. He noticed everything. “You cook like you do this a lot,” Ellis said.
Issaky shrugged, a little bashful. “It’s grounding. Pancakes especially. They’re hard to mess up.”
Ellis hummed. “You say that, but you’ve never had mine.”
Issaky smiled again, wider this time, and stepped closer to steal a quick kiss–soft, unhurried, like neither of them was afraid it would disappear if they didn’t rush. When Issaky pulled back, he rested their foreheads together for a second longer than necessary.
“I’m sure your pancakes are perfectly burnt.” Issaky smiled, looking into Ellis's eyes.
Ellis exhaled with a laugh and rolled his eyes before kissing Issaky again and stepping away to let him focus on the breakfast.
The first pancake hit the pan with a quiet sizzle. The smell followed quickly–warm, sweet, comforting. His mother hadn't made pancakes since his dad died. She hadn't made anything, really. Ellis hadn't realized how much he missed the smell of breakfast.
Issaky slid a mug of coffee toward him. “Careful. It’s hot.”
“Not the only thing,” Ellis murmured without thinking.
To be fair, Issaky was fit…and shirtless. What’s a guy to say!
Issaky froze for half a second, then laughed, full and bright. “Trouble before breakfast?”
Ellis smiled into his mug, cheeks warming.
They ate standing up at the counter, shoulders brushing. Issaky cut Ellis's pancakes into neat sections without asking, automatically, like it was obvious Ellis might appreciate that. Ellis did. More than he could say.
“This is really good,” Ellis said after the first bite.
Issaky’s eyes softened. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ellis swallowed, then added, more quietly, “Thank you.”
Issaky studied him for a moment, then nodded, like he understood there was more in that thank you than breakfast. He reached out, thumb brushing Ellis's wrist, grounding him. “Anytime.”
When they finished eating, Issaky started washing dishes, and Ellis dried them. They moved around each other with the careful choreography of people still learning the shape of something new. Comfortable, but attentive. Easy, but intentional.
At one point, Issaky bumped Ellis with his hip. “You okay?”
Ellis looked at him and couldn't help but admire the man. He had a faint curl forming at the top of his forehead where it slipped from his dread. Ellis admired the quiet patience in his eyes.
“I am,” Ellis said. And then, because it mattered, “I really am.”
Issaky smiled like that was exactly what he’d hoped to hear.
Later, when Issaky wrapped his arms around Ellis from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder, Ellis didn’t flinch. He leaned back instead, letting himself be held in the middle of a lit kitchen that smelled like coffee and pancakes and something else entirely–something like home.
For the first time in a long while, Ellis didn’t wonder how long the feeling would last.
He just let it be.