There was so much here that Elijah didn't know how to unfold. He desperately needed to be taken and fucked, he needed to have his world turned upside down again to know that he was desired in the way that he'd felt from Cain before-- or at least thought he had. It was a part of his-- what did they call them these days-- love languages. Fuck. He was a very physical person and always would be. Talking was fine, and sharing his heart's desire for nine million years over a brandy was lovely and all, but it would do nothing to like a fire in him like someone really being a part of him, showing him how much they loved him.
He didn't know how else to explain it. He didn't want it from Cain though-- because it was obvious that while Cain needed Elijah, it wasn't sexually and it wasn't for love. It was for this damned spark. Whatever caused it or brought it about, who knew. Elijah would like to think it was because he was willing to do what it was to keep Cain near him when he thought the other man loved him, or at least felt a modicum of what he felt, until that fated day in the hottub.
Now sitting there in the bathroom, looking face to face with him, Elijah didn't know what to do. He was rarely, if ever faced with a situation like that. He always knew his mind and kept it rather stubbornly. Currently, he felt very split over this subject. "I'm glad you need me, but you don't know how you need me, or exactly what you need from me." Elijah moved past Cain and down the hall toward his suite of rooms. He could care less about his state of dress. When he found his room, he lay in his bed and called up some porn on the TV, and laid down in his bed to begin to jack off to it. There was no reason to leave himself as hard as he was, and end up in pain when it could be easily fixed. Although he cursed Cain for putting him in this position.
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Date: 2023-07-29 11:14 pm (UTC)He didn't know how else to explain it. He didn't want it from Cain though-- because it was obvious that while Cain needed Elijah, it wasn't sexually and it wasn't for love. It was for this damned spark. Whatever caused it or brought it about, who knew. Elijah would like to think it was because he was willing to do what it was to keep Cain near him when he thought the other man loved him, or at least felt a modicum of what he felt, until that fated day in the hottub.
Now sitting there in the bathroom, looking face to face with him, Elijah didn't know what to do. He was rarely, if ever faced with a situation like that. He always knew his mind and kept it rather stubbornly. Currently, he felt very split over this subject. "I'm glad you need me, but you don't know how you need me, or exactly what you need from me." Elijah moved past Cain and down the hall toward his suite of rooms. He could care less about his state of dress. When he found his room, he lay in his bed and called up some porn on the TV, and laid down in his bed to begin to jack off to it. There was no reason to leave himself as hard as he was, and end up in pain when it could be easily fixed. Although he cursed Cain for putting him in this position.