In that singular eternity of a stroke Elijah understood what it was to want something to never end, and yet -- he wanted the hope that it would end and he'd always have this to come back to any time he wanted to. There was such a dichotomy torn up within the vampire's psyche in that one long stroke of Cain's body, that Elijah felt his heart break and meld itself again thrice over. He was truly no longer of himself, but a part of another person. This man who split through his body now was a part of him in a way that no other would ever be.
Even when Cain resumed his pace and it seemed like the world turned on its end, when Elijah thought he never knew pleasure before this, when all was at an end and beginning at once, fire and ice, water and lightning, Elijah could feel them all come together as he grew closer and closer to that perfect culmination of all moments. His moans went from being trapped in his chest to freely flying from his lips, gathering on the wind and calling out to the man above him to keep going, to fuck him harder and faster, right there, and oh god.
The Great Wall that had been the political border wrapped around his mind and heart for so long had finally come crashing down, and there was only one person there to shuffle through the rummage--- and he was doing it with his body, over and over, splitting the wreckage in half. How would Elijah ever find the pieces again if Cain ever left him. His legs tightened their hold, and his hands gripped tighter as he called out to the sky.. "Fuck, yes, I'm comming, I'm comming for you. Now..." Hips bumped upward and his cock jerked as it sprayed white streams of come all over the place, it felt like it'd never stop, not as long as Cain kept banging into him, inside him, over and over. Elijah's body still came, an abundance of white, over stomachs and legs, between thighs and dripping downward. He cried until the pleasure was spent and he fell back to the bed.
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Even when Cain resumed his pace and it seemed like the world turned on its end, when Elijah thought he never knew pleasure before this, when all was at an end and beginning at once, fire and ice, water and lightning, Elijah could feel them all come together as he grew closer and closer to that perfect culmination of all moments. His moans went from being trapped in his chest to freely flying from his lips, gathering on the wind and calling out to the man above him to keep going, to fuck him harder and faster, right there, and oh god.
The Great Wall that had been the political border wrapped around his mind and heart for so long had finally come crashing down, and there was only one person there to shuffle through the rummage--- and he was doing it with his body, over and over, splitting the wreckage in half. How would Elijah ever find the pieces again if Cain ever left him. His legs tightened their hold, and his hands gripped tighter as he called out to the sky.. "Fuck, yes, I'm comming, I'm comming for you. Now..." Hips bumped upward and his cock jerked as it sprayed white streams of come all over the place, it felt like it'd never stop, not as long as Cain kept banging into him, inside him, over and over. Elijah's body still came, an abundance of white, over stomachs and legs, between thighs and dripping downward. He cried until the pleasure was spent and he fell back to the bed.