Eliot leans and kisses his neck so gently that Jack aches to kiss him. When Eliot pulls back, his body naturally leans in towards him. It's only been a couple of days but he already misses the feel of lying next to him in bed. Eliot redirects him to the bed and he follows eagerly, but instead of joining him or pushing him further onto the bed, Eliot drops to his knees.
"Eliot- I-" he sputters, not knowing what to do. He nearly says that he doesn't want this, that he wants something more like what they'd done before. He wants to touch Eliot more than this will allow, but he can't admit that once Eliot says that this is what he wants. Maybe what happened before had been too much and that's both why he'd been quiet after before and why he's offering this now instead. Maybe this is all Eliot needs.
Besides, what sort of man would he be if he turned down anyone offering to suck him off, most of all Eliot? He nods, trying to let the slow movement of Eliot's thumbs on his thighs relax him.
Whatever his concerns, they slip away under Eliot's skilled attentions. Eliot is very good at sucking cock. Even absent his hot mouth, his soft lips, Jack is enraptured by the sight of him with his mouth around his cock, how he guides him up to orgasm almost effortlessly then backs off in a way that makes him whine with need.
Afterwards, as Jack tucks himself away, Eliot sighs and rests his head against Jack's thigh. His heart still pounding in his ears, Jack takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, then reaches down and brushes his thumb against Eliot's bottom lip, feeling the saliva there, the soft texture of his lip. After a moment there, he brushes his hand gently past Eliot's temple to play lightly with his curls.
"Do you want me to return the favor?" He definitely does want to, even though there's no way that he could be as skilled as Eliot. Maybe Eliot would be willing to teach him- if this was okay, maybe that's a way that he could touch Eliot. Maybe he could make him feel good, too.
Instead, Eliot shakes his head minutely and says "Another time."
Jack nods, playing with Eliot's curls for a moment longer before dropping his hand away. Maybe Eliot just doesn't want that. Maybe He's just better as something to use, like he'd been for Anne. That's fine, he thinks, biting at his lower lip anxiously. If this is what Eliot wants from him, it's not the worst fate he can imagine. He can love him on his terms.
Maybe he should get out of here before he overstays his welcome. "They expecting you back at the Archive?"
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"Eliot- I-" he sputters, not knowing what to do. He nearly says that he doesn't want this, that he wants something more like what they'd done before. He wants to touch Eliot more than this will allow, but he can't admit that once Eliot says that this is what he wants. Maybe what happened before had been too much and that's both why he'd been quiet after before and why he's offering this now instead. Maybe this is all Eliot needs.
Besides, what sort of man would he be if he turned down anyone offering to suck him off, most of all Eliot? He nods, trying to let the slow movement of Eliot's thumbs on his thighs relax him.
Whatever his concerns, they slip away under Eliot's skilled attentions. Eliot is very good at sucking cock. Even absent his hot mouth, his soft lips, Jack is enraptured by the sight of him with his mouth around his cock, how he guides him up to orgasm almost effortlessly then backs off in a way that makes him whine with need.
Afterwards, as Jack tucks himself away, Eliot sighs and rests his head against Jack's thigh. His heart still pounding in his ears, Jack takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, then reaches down and brushes his thumb against Eliot's bottom lip, feeling the saliva there, the soft texture of his lip. After a moment there, he brushes his hand gently past Eliot's temple to play lightly with his curls.
"Do you want me to return the favor?" He definitely does want to, even though there's no way that he could be as skilled as Eliot. Maybe Eliot would be willing to teach him- if this was okay, maybe that's a way that he could touch Eliot. Maybe he could make him feel good, too.
Instead, Eliot shakes his head minutely and says "Another time."
Jack nods, playing with Eliot's curls for a moment longer before dropping his hand away. Maybe Eliot just doesn't want that. Maybe He's just better as something to use, like he'd been for Anne. That's fine, he thinks, biting at his lower lip anxiously. If this is what Eliot wants from him, it's not the worst fate he can imagine. He can love him on his terms.
Maybe he should get out of here before he overstays his welcome. "They expecting you back at the Archive?"