He bent down again and bit that same spot on my shoulder. “Make yourself come,” he growled, his lips right by my ear.

“You’re so fucking bossy.” I laughed as I took my dick in hand. After just a few strokes, molten sensation spread through my groin, and soon I was coming, hot liquid splashing my hand.

Elias let out a pained gasp as he fucked me with short jabs. “So close.”

I felt the heat of his come filling the condom a second before he slumped over me, his lips brushing the back of my neck.

We stayed like that for a while until our breaths evened out, then Elias shifted so he was on his back with my head on his chest.

“I don’t think I can move for a while,” I mumbled against his skin.

He chuckled as he ran his hand over my back. “I’m not in a rush to go anywhere,” he whispered as he gathered me in his arms, tightening them. “We can stay here for now.”

I placed my palm on his chest, fantasizing that this could be us forever. That we could make love and lay in a sunny room, unrushed and unbothered. That this wasn’t a clandestine, temporary thing. I wished we could walk out of this room hand in hand without fear into the streets of this city Elias loved so deeply. One I was learning to love, too.

Maybe someday.

I felt Elias’s lips brushing against my forehead, and then he asked in a quiet voice, “What’s going on in there?”

I shook my head, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Just happy to be here with you.”

He made a sound like he didn’t quite believe me, but didn’t respond right away. After a few breaths he spoke again. “I’d like you to come to my home and meet my parents tomorrow.”

I sat up fast, hoping my face didn’t look as spooked as I felt while Elias smiled placidly.

“Did I scare you?” He asked the question like he hadn’t just said some earth-shattering shit to me.

I threw my hands up and scoffed. “Uh, well, I’m just a little shook. When you say meet your parents, does that mean in person?”

He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous question, still looking way too amused for the topic of conversation.

I paused before I asked the next question, not quite sure what kind of answer I was hoping. “Did you tell them?”

Again with the smiling. “I haven’t told them yet, but I’m planning to after they meet you. I want them to know who the man I love is when I do.”

I was glad I was already in bed because that would’ve certainly knocked me on my ass.