Chapter 18

Soon Elian moved, though. He got up on his knees and straddled Dimitri. “This okay?” He was breathless, his hair disheveled, and his eyes glassy.

“More than.” He gripped Elian’s hips and guided him down, angled his cock so it was lined up right. Elian closed his eyes and tilted his face toward the ceiling as he slowly slid down Dimitri’s length. There was a slight flinch, and he halted the process. Dimitri couldn’t breathe, Elian was so hot and tight he saw stars. It was a struggle to keep still, to not thrust until Elian was ready to take it. He ran his hands up and down Elian’s thighs as if he was trying to soothe him, and partly he was, but mostly he had to focus on something other than the sensation.

“Oh, fuck.” He blew out a breath and gripped Elian’s thigh tighter as he slid down all the way.

“Uh-huh.” Elian met his gaze, his mouth open. “Damn, you’re big.”