Elliot absolutely glowed. Jamison had managed to be perfectly demanding and loving all at the same time and the mixture of that dominance, teasing, and praise all mixed to make him cum so hard that he was lightheaded.
Sitting beside him, Jamison pulled Elliot into his arms, desperately wanting to hold him.
"That was so fucking hot. Thank you, Jam," he mumbled against his throat, pleased to be pressing his face against Jamison. "I've never orgasmed like that. I've never felt anything like that. You knew exactly what I needed and wanted before I did."
"It's probably just the drugs that made it that good but I'm glad you're happy," Jamison murmured, rubbing his back. Given that it had been his first time, he'd been nervous whether or not Elliot was truly enjoying it so he was ecstatic to hear that he had been able to fulfill Elliot's desires. "But I agree, it was insanely fucking hot. You made me very happy."
"No, it was you." Elliot sighed contentedly against his skin, his mind lost in a sea of pleasure chemicals. "I jerked off the last time I was on ecstasy—well, twice—and it was nothing like this."
Jamison held him for a while, basking in his own euphoria from being pressed together, skin to skin, just as he'd desired. The music was still blasting outside and the temptation to go dance flooded him again though it didn't seem like Elliot was in any shape to go do something more physical right away.
"Let's go home and relax."
"I don't know how much relaxing we'll get done," Elliot said, sitting back up, a lazy smile on his glowing face. "We still have a while to go before this wears off."
"Then we'll figure it out when we get home," Jamison assured him with a kiss before getting off of the bed. Going over to his clothes, he picked up his pants and began to dress.
Elliot got up and held onto the bed, his legs still weak from how hard he'd orgasmed. "You made me cum so hard that I'm gonna fall over," he grinned. "What a privilege."
Elliot's praise made Jamison feel a mixture of pride and satisfaction. Knowing he could provide him with so much pleasure filled him with overwhelming joy and reinforced all of his burgeoning desires. Getting to play with Elliot was the real privilege and after how well this went, he couldn't wait for more—especially when his dick would work.
With his cheeks flushed, Jamison turned and walked towards the window, poking his head around the curtains to look outside. That's when he saw it and his heart began to race. Turning back around, he started to dress more quickly. "Elli," he sang. "There's trees! Big ones! I need to go see them!"
"Okay," Elliot nodded, steadying himself before bending over and grabbing his clothes. Taking them back to the bed, he sat down and began to pull his pants back on. "We'll go out and look at the trees when I'm done getting dressed."
Jamison bit his lip as he watched Elliot pull his clothes back on. "I wish we could look at them while you're still undressed," he mused, sighing lightly through his nose.
"Oh yeah?" Elliot laughed lightly. "Now that you've seen me, well, basically naked, you wish I'd stay that way?"
"Obviously," Jamison rolled his eyes. "But it doesn't really matter so long as I get to see you one way or the other."
It took him a minute but when Elliot had finally managed to get dressed again, he got up from the bed and really looked around the room for the first time.
The guest room was themed blue with oak furnishings. The walls and the bedding were a light blue and a few paintings decorated the walls, all in various shades of blue. But the piece that Duncan wanted you to see was the Picasso hanging above the bed.
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All The Ways We Touch [MxM]
Romance"How close do you want me?" "I want to feel your skin against mine." College art student Jamison Parker struggles with getting close to anyone after trauma crippled his ability to reach out and connect with others both physically and emotionally. Mo...