the man with luminous eyes

22.

NSFW warning

They moved together toward the bedroom, their steps slightly unsteady, partly from the hesitation, mostly from the heavy anticipation. Once inside, the closed curtains cast shadows on the walls, creating an ambience that made Brett's heart skip a beat.

Eddy guided Brett to the bed, sitting him down gently before kneeling in front of him. "Are you sure?" Eddy asked, his voice low but hesitant, despite the heat in his gaze.

Brett hesitated for a moment, the reality of what was happening hitting him all at once. But the way Eddy was looking at him—like he was the only person in the world—made him feel safe. He nodded, reaching out to stroke Eddy's cheek. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Eddy smiled, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, more deliberate. Brett melted into the kiss, letting go of his doubts and letting the moment take over.

Eddy helped him out of his shirt, pulling it over his head. His hands tenderly touched the skin that hid underneath, warming up under Eddy's touch. Brett flinched as his hands traced him, his face coated with red. His hand landed on Eddy's just as they were tugging at the elastic of his sweatpants. They made eye contact.

"I..." Brett wanted to say something, anything at all, to stop the shaking in his fingers. Eddy sensed his hesitation, leaning up to take his lips.

"You're stunning," He reassured, whispering against his lips. "So beautiful, darling."

Brett breathed shakily as his eyes shut tight. Eddy rubbed his hands over his hips, leaving hot trails on his skin. His lips met with his collarbone as he left kisses in his wake. Brett could feel his pants tightening painfully.

Brett's hand hesitantly rested on the back of Eddy's neck. The younger man smiled as they shared another kiss.

"Mm," Eddy groaned as he pulled away. "Can I touch you?"

Brett didn't need clarification. He pursed his lips nervously, nodding his head slowly. A small smile tugged at Eddy's lips as his hands made their way lower. He went on his knees, placing his hands on Brett's waist. They tugged at the button of Brett's pants, sending a jolt that sent his hips up. He watched in silent anticipation as he pulled the zipper down. Brett swallowed, lifting his hips as Eddy pulled his pants off his legs.

"You-- You too," Brett stopped him before he could touch him any further. The embarrassment was too much to bear, even with the dizziness. "You're not stripping at all."

Eddy pulled his hands back with a small smile. He nodded encouragingly as Brett reached over and tugged at the hem of his shirt. His hair scattered as the shirt was pulled over his head and thrown to the floor.

Brett's eyes scanned every inch of the body he had fallen in love with, his gaze pooling with absolute desire for the man in front of him.

"God, you're..." Brett couldn't find the words. He took a moment to collect his thoughts the best he could. "Breathtaking..."

Eddy laughed softly as he pulled his pants off. He returned to his knees, his hands making their way back to the elastic of his underwear, tugging it softly with his fingers. Goosebumps ran down his arm as Eddy pulled them off, leaving him completely bare to the cold air.

Brett's thighs shook with anticipation as Eddy's hand wrapped around him. Soft whimpers escaped his lips, his brain blanking as his hand began to move. He felt warm lips wrap around his tip before he was engulfed with an irresistable warmth.

His hands slammed against the mattress behind him as he pursed his lips in an attempt to hold his voice back. His hips pushed up against Eddy's throat as they shook.

"God... Oh, god..."

His chest felt tight, his hand tangling itself in Eddy's hair.

A small cry escaped his lips as the knot in his stomach loosened. His gaze landed on the ceiling, relishing the shivers that ran down his spine.

Eddy pushed himself up and Brett watched in horror as his Adam's apple bobbed.

"What— Did you just—?"

Eddy licked his lips slowly. Brett's jaw slacked. He reached up and wrapped his hands over Eddy's cheeks.

"Why'd you...?" His thumbs caressed the warm skin as Eddy kissed his palms. "That's not sanitary at all..."

"I did it last time and you seemed to like it," Eddy shrugged. Brett's face burned as the younger man reached over to Brett's nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.

"You don't have any condoms," He noticed, turning to Brett, who has still trying to catch his breath.

"There should be one in my pants..." Brett groaned. "Ugh, I don't care. I don't want one."

He reached over and encouraged Eddy toward him. The cold air tickled his warm skin as he leaned back, letting himself drop onto the cool mattress. Eddy hovered over him, his elbows landing on both sides of Brett's head.

"I thought it wasn't sanitary," Eddy whispered as Brett kissed him. Eddy smiled against his needy lips, soaking in his soft moans as he pressed his bare hips against his. "You're so pretty, darling."

"'Darling' is getting a little old," Brett countered. He moved his head to the side as Eddy kissed down his neck.

"Yeah?"

"Doesn't feel personal," Brett whispered as Eddy took his lips again.

"Mm..." Eddy's thumb rubbed his head gently. Brett's arms wrapped over Eddy's neck, his ankles crossing over his lower back. "Brett Yang... Brett... Bretty?"

A smile lined his face as Eddy's eyes sparkled at the new name.

"Holy moly, Bretty," Eddy said, his voice a mix of excitement and adoration. "That's such a good name. I'm a genius."

"I like it," Brett caressed his cheek. Eddy grabbed the bottle of lube, his eyes fixated on Brett's as he squeezed some onto his fingers.

"Can I...?"

"Yeah," Brett breathed. Eddy's hand reached down and he was met with soft groans as Brett felt him push inside. "Oh, god..."

"How's it feel?"

"So good," Brett whispered into the air, feeling his throat tighten as he swallowed. The air was filled with his groans as his hips shook.

Eddy muttered love confessions against his moist lips as he pushed himself inside. Brett let it engulf him, his body trembling at the words.

Sweet moans and soft "I love you"s filled the air. The air crackled with a warm tension, prickling their skin with every touch. The world quieted, leaving the two in their own moment, away from the troubles that would inevitably lay ahead.

Because that's all that mattered. Brett realized this as he stared into the face of his lover, his eyes closed, lips pursed.

"I love you," He could barely breathe, caressing his face. His chest swelled at his own words. He groaned when he felt their effects inside him.

Eddy's eyes creaked open, panting softly. The bed creaked under them as they made love, and Brett wanted nothing more than to freeze time. To be in this moment of pure love and deep affection for the man above him.

"I love you," Eddy replied. "God, I love you so much. I love you, I love you, Brett."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you, Eddy."

"I love you, Brett."

They repeated it like a mantra, as if vocalizing it would somehow relieve the pressure of such overflowing emotion. Brett's head blanked as climax shook their bodies. His soft cries were muffled by Eddy's lips as they shared a deep kiss.

Their breaths mixed as their eyes met, and before Brett could react, Eddy laughed softly. Tears fell from his eyes and splatted against Brett's skin, mixing with his own set of happy tears.

"I love you."