POSSESSIVE (MXM)

Twenty-two

It may have taken Nolan three days to track Marie down all the way by the market place. Their conversation was nowhere near what it usually was. The awkwardness and tension was swirling above their heads. Marie was not as jovial as she normally was, wringing her fingers, avoiding eye contact, and rarely uttering a word. Marie was known for her none ending ranting, so her silence was very noticeable.

"It just happened Marie. I did not know that the gods have already destined me to the man of Shillian," Nolan had tried to explain.

"Mhm!" Was the only answer he got from the blonde as her eyes bounced from here and there.

"Are we good?" The prince had gone on to ask, knitting his brows together, although he knew the answer but he hoped for a different one to his own.

"Of course Nolan," Marie's voice was slightly higher than usual, as her lips pull into a fake smile. "I need to go. I shall see you around. I mean soon!" And like that, she was striding to god knows where.

And that was the last encounter Nolan had with the blonde, in hopes that some day soon she will come to accept what is. For now, he was to give her space, as he explores his relationship with Elijah further.

And weren't they exploring it? For the first time Elijah was willing to tie the prince's wrists with the red linen strip again. However, that was all the Shillian man was willing to do, as he made love to him slowly, pinning his hands above his head restraining the prince's movements. His back muscles flexing to every slow, deep, passionate thrust he granted to the prince, as the said prince moans beneath him. The room being lit by the last rays of the setting sun.

Nolan was consumed by so much pleasure, as he felt every thrust brushing against his prostrate. Elijah's teeth scrapping at the skin on his neck, tongue licking that said skin, followed by a kiss that made him shutter. The material around his wrists twisting the skin there as Elijah had a firm grip to the material to keep his hands immobile. Furthermore, Elijah's other hand was gripping his hip tightly, fingers nipping at his skin, but the pain was also pleasure.

"Ahh!" The soft moan left the prince's slightly parted and swollen lips, as Elijah nibbles the skin around his collarbone.

Nolan's tan skin was a great contrast to Elijah's pale one. The prince clenched and unclenched his fingers, unsure of what he wanted to do let alone what he needed. But Elijah seemed to know exactly what his body craved, and showed the prince the hidden message of his body's needs.

Elijah release the material tying Nolan's wrists and gripped the rails of the headboard above the prince's head, and then picked up the momentum of his thrusts, going deeper and harder, somewhat faster, and hitting that prostrate over and over that the prince chocked on a moan, then gasped, and then a song of moans left his lips.

Elijah stopped torturing his neck and looked deep into Nolan's eyes, holding the intensity of their gaze, licking his lips and seductively bit his own bottom lip. Nolan sure believe the man knew what he was doing to him and he enjoyed seeing him going insane with lust.

Nolan ached his back, finally breaking the eye contact that was demanding for his soul, a breathless moan escaping him, as he barely registers Elijah's chuckle.

"You're so beautiful my love," the man had praised, before digging his fingers deep into Nolan's lower back, his thrusts becoming more rougher.

Nolan wrapped his legs around his lover's waist, the heels of his feet digging into the man's lower back, as his eyes came back to lock with silver ones. He licked his lips, feeling the tingle around his abdomen. He wanted to say something but was unsure of what to say. He never got to figure it out as Elijah claimed his lips in a deep, protruding kiss, that made the prince's toes to curl, a growl to rumble in his throat, and his body to convulse with electric shocks that spurts his cum out. And right then, he felt something warm filling his hole.