“You and me,” he agreed, tossing away the tools and grabbing Elliot’s hips.
Elliot instantly leaned in for a kiss, and when he pressed his dick against Knight’s thigh it was obvious that he was just as turned on. His tongue was just as eager to explore Knight’s mouth as always, and when Elliot was so close, Knight could sense his heartbeat, so warm and alive in this dead man’s corridor.
Rolling Elliot against the wall, he rested his elbows on either side of his head and pressed their bodies closer, wishing for more warmth to be shared. His cock was so painfully hard he wanted to just push it into Elliot. Ride him hard and fast with Fane listening on without a chance to experience the same.
“Turn around.”
Elliot stole one more fervent kiss and followed the order, turning between Knight’s arms. He didn’t even need to be asked, and was quick to unzip his own pants, offering that gorgeous ass for the taking. Right here, in the place that would go down in history as one of the biggest discoveries in connection to the case of Fane and Laurent Mercier. This time, Knight would take the credit for it.
“Animals,” Fane hissed from his tomb, and Knight was happy to hear Elliot giggle.
“You’ve seen Knight, sir. I’m unable to deny him anything.”
Knight ran his teeth over Elliot’s sensitive nape and licked the short black hair there even as he slammed his hips against Elliot’s ass and rubbed against him in languid, circular movements. His entire body was crawling with sensation, and Elliot’s scent, not touched by the caramel and cinnamon from the visit in town, was making his senses go crazy.
“That’s right. And you want my cock in you now, don’t you, my little slut?”
Elliot pressed his cheek against the wall and nodded quickly. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” He spread his thighs as much as the pulled-down jeans allowed him to, so willing, and desperate for touch. Knight could bathe in the adoration that oozed off every pore in Elliot’s skin.
Knight loved to see him this way. To wake up in the morning and meet Elliot’s smile, to eat another freaky sandwich Elliot prepared for him before Knight had even woken up, only to then fuck Elliot raw for dessert.
Chewing on the excitement of it all, Knight spanked Elliot’s buttocks as he fumbled for a condom. He made a point of always having some on him, and he was glad the one he fished out was pre-lubricated. It wasn’t ideal, but Elliot was no virgin, and when he was this turned on, the sparse lubrication shouldn’t be that much of an issue.
“Go on, open your ass for me.”
Elliot glanced back, looking shy for half a second, but then reached to his buttocks and pulled them apart, showing off that pink, puckered hole already waiting to be stuffed full of cock. Elliot’s heavy panting told Knight all he needed to know and more.
“Oh fuck...” Desire speared its way through Knight’s chest, and he scooted down behind Elliot, burying his face in the curve of his spine, so close to that glorious hole. He rubbed Elliot’s thigh with one hand, only to remember that he couldn’t open the condom wrapper this way. The rubber was out before Knight’s cock was, and he kissed his way along the curve of Elliot’s buttock as he frantically pulled on the condom.
“Do me quick,” Elliot whispered, as if somehow embarrassed by the presence of a ghost when he didn’t mind fucking with other people around. “I love to feel you all over.”
Knight trapped Elliot against the wall, and he waited no longer. His cock pushed into that tight, willing body, and he moaned against Elliot’s fragrant, soft hair.
Elliot’s excited grunt was music to his ears. Knight could sense the way his lover shivered, how each of his movements pressed Elliot tighter against the wall. Elliot was just as horny as him, ready to get his rocks off in between talking to a ghost and wrecking walls. Knight would empty his balls into that pliant body, and even if it was a quickie, Elliot would be just as happy as he was when the sex lasted longer. The experience could have only been better if Knight could watch Elliot’s dark eyes turn liquid as he neared completion, but there would be more than enough time to indulge that need later.
They were so in tune Knight could hardly comprehend it. Even though all of his mental capacity was dedicated to his dick and the lithe, angular body in front of him, he still knew Elliot wouldn’t say he was tired after fucking, or that he’d rather do Knight later. Those lovely thighs always spread for Knight. He was always wanted.
Knight pressed in so hard he could feel his balls touch Elliot’s skin, and the pleading whimper almost made him come on the spot. And best yet, Elliot held his hands on his ass, spreading it for Knight’s enjoyment. The sight fueled Knight’s lust so intensely, he lost it and started ramming his cock in time after time, the cold of the cellar forgotten.