When Secrets Run Out

Breathing and Grace

Oliver's POV

   I stand before Elijah, rising from my kneeling position and smile down at the smaller male, his glasses slightly askew on his face making me smile slightly.

I never could convince myself of the notion that when you met your Mate, the world would start making sense again, and you'll find answers to questions you didn't know to ask. I have always understood that finding the other piece to my soul would be about fighting off the loneliness together. However now in the face of the Bond created between this human and I, I realize that finding your soulmate is about growth. It's about sacrifices and insecurities and communication, something I've been hesitant to improve upon.

And yet all this precious man had to do was stumble into the woods, and look at me, and I was smitten from the very beginning.

With careful, steady hands, I reach out and press my palm against the warm cheek of my Bond, the feeling it causes making my cock twitch beneath my trousers and my heart skips a beat before falling into the same beat I feel beneath my fingertips. Calm big eyes look up at me, and I remove his optics, placing them on the bedside table before stepping away from his addictive hold.

"I know that you think of me when you play your body. Show me how you do it." I tell Elijah, and I watch in engaged satisfaction as he blushes fiercely, his mouth falling open with nothing to say.

To my surprise, he bites his bottom lip softly in nerves, and begins to lead his hands towards his jeans, my eyes following the lovely with rapt attention not wanting to miss a moment of vulnerability from Elijah as he shares this moment with me. Once his pants are open, he raises his hips by only an inch, hesitating for a few second before lowering both his pants and underwear to around his ankles.

He stays bent over for a second before taking a breath, my dick hard and straining inside my pants. He pulls the shirt over his head before dropping it to the floor, the anticipation smelling sweet in the air.

When he lifts his torso from resting against his legs, my eyes immediately glue themselves to his pale smooth skin of his chest, freckles scattered adorably across his silky skin. My gaze traces the slight dips and ridges of his body, mouth watering in need as my eyes finally find his cock, the naked thing veiny and hard as it bobs in the air for my attention.

The sight causes a sharp breath that I hold in, his enticing scent bombarding my senses as his body works hard to distract me and bend me to it's will, soft and hard edges alike luring me in to the perfection of his body.

"Lovely." The breath barely passes my lips, but the human seems to hear it, his nerves melting away as he slowly opens up, allowing me to gaze at him fully.

After I let myself drink in the very sight of him lounging before me in stark nakedness, I allow my own hands to wander towards my clothes, relishing in the immediate attention I gain from Elijah, his gaze locked solely on me as I start to unbutton my black button up. The button fall free, and the fabric slowly falls away to reveal my own chest, and though I feel those cool eyes on me, my own are glued to his small body before me as I let the shirt fall to the floor.

My naked torso embraces his gaze as he studies me, his hands staying my his side and he enjoys the show I provided for him. I start unbuttoning my own pants, and with a quick breath of bravery, I drop my clothing onto the ground before stepping of out them.

I kneel down once more at Elijas feet and carefully help his legs out of his jeans and underwear before sitting down beside him. Our eyes connect as we turn towards each other, and slowly, with the guided help of my hand against his shoulder, we lay down on our side facing each other, our erections almost touching between us as we look at each other. So close seeing every emotion in his gaze feels intense and personal, a shiver wrecking down my spine silently as we gaze upon each other.

"We aren't having sex?" Elijah asks me after a moment, and I am tempted to laugh, but by the embarrassment written across his face and the pink blush attacking his cheeks, he didn't intend to ask what he did.

I raise my left arm to lift my hand to his face, cupping it softly in my palm before answering him. "We will have a lifetime to explore exact others taste and feel. For now, I was to relish being able to be with you and see you with no boundaries. No barriers. Only us." I admit, not used to such romantic feelings and thoughts, but his smile only softens in appreciation causing my chest to ache to puff out in pride.

"That's very romantic." He tells me and I want to laugh, and I do, chuckling yo myself quietly as I press a soft lingering kiss against the smooth forehead of my Bond.

"I'm the furthest away from romantic as you can possible imagine, however..... you've awake that part of me I suppose. It's not meant in the scheme of romance, but of intimacy. Arguably more important than even that of love." I whisper to him, secrets and words floating between us without barriers and it feels right.

It feels almost, perhaps to a certain few, a little bit... romantic.

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They are so cute! Only five more chapters guys! Maybe four if it's a really good day. Thank means I can finish this book by Wednesday if I really want to. And I've decided, I want to.

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