Elliot sighed and despite his knees feeling so weak he worried they’d give under him, he followed the order. Hot waves rushed up and down his body, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last without touching himself, especially with the hot and gooey sperm cooling on his face, proof that he had no self-control when it came to Knight.
Knight kicked off his remaining clothes, and for the first time Elliot saw him completely naked. He was perfect. Tanned, trim, with no unnecessary body fat to spoil the harmony of muscle. His wild hair was somewhat damp now, but that didn’t make him seem any less authoritative.
Knight closed his hand over Elliot’s shoulder and led him up the stairs, to the bedroom, which greeted them with grey walls and simple black furniture. He didn’t get to see much though, because Knight pushed him straight into a large bathroom with black tiles and a tub in the corner.
Elliot faced his own reflection, and it was in such stark contrast to the naked demi-god next to him that he didn’t know what to do with it. And even now, when he saw the spunk on his face, his makeup only a pathetic reminder of what it was before, his hair in a mess, and red patches of skin peeking out from under the paint, he was still horny. He still wanted all Knight had to give and still wanted to jerk off right next to Knight’s beautiful body.
Completely shaken and blinded by arousal, Elliot shuddered when Knight stood behind him, generously sharing his body heat with Elliot’s bony back. Knight reached into a tissue box, produced three and scooped up the sperm off Elliot’s face, only to then rub it all over, wiping off any remainders of the makeup that Elliot put so much effort into.
“You’re gonna smell of me now.”
The truth behind that statement resonated throughout Elliot’s entire body, and he would gladly rub himself all over Knight if given half the chance. Their eyes met in the mirror and Elliot tried hard to not compare his own plain face with Knight’s noble features.
“I like that.” He could barely whisper with his throat still recovering after the scraping it got, but he didn’t care. All he could think of was that Knight was standing right behind him, so close his hips were touching Elliot’s ass through the jeans.
Knight smirked and pushed back his mane, staring down at Elliot’s ass as he dropped the dirty tissues into the trash can. “Push down your pants.”
Elliot froze. Not because he didn’t want to, but he’d thought Knight was done with him for now. When he glanced into the mirror, his face got even redder, but he wouldn’t keep Knight waiting and he pulled down his pants with his head throbbing with heat.
Never looking away from him, Knight licked his right palm and unexpectedly pulled Elliot closer. The shock of their bodies meeting had Elliot getting to his toes only to have Knight’s softened cock nestle between his buttocks. When Knight’s damp palm curled around Elliot’s dick, its grip was so firm and steady Elliot almost came on the spot.
He pressed his back into Knight, and it felt just as glorious as he’d imagined it would. The muscle had that bit of give that made it so easy to feel embraced. When Knight’s fist on Elliot’s cock started a merciless rhythm, it took only a few seconds for Elliot to come. He spasmed and shivered, pressing his ass against Knight, and held on to the muscular arm, so overwhelmed he could barely stand on his own. The thick fingers on his cock were so different to his own, so hot as Knight milked every last drop out of Elliot’s balls.
Knight exhaled behind him and pulled him closer, as if he feared Elliot’s legs wouldn’t hold up. Elliot decided to play that game, going somewhat limp just to be held that bit harder.
“Look at that. You made a mess,” Knight said, although he sounded pleased.
Elliot was still catching his breath, but a little smile bloomed on his lips. “No, you made a mess of me.” Elliot was so elated he wished he didn’t have to let go of Knight’s arm. He wished he could sleep under it with his body pressed tightly against that amazing man’s.
Knight patted Elliot’s chest. “Can you stand on your own?”
Elliot was about to admit in resignation that he could, but what did he have to lose? His dignity had been gone even before Knight rubbed his cum all over Elliot’s face.
Fuck that was hot.
“Sorry, I’m a bit lightheaded,” he said so that they could stand like this together that while longer.
Knight crooked his head and rubbed his fingers against Elliot’s hipbone. “You’re undereating,” he said before twisting Elliot in his arms and suddenly folding him over his shoulder. Elliot’s head spun as he was swept off the floor with his ass embarrassingly sticking out and his spent cock pressed against Knight’s arm. He got a light swat on the buttock.