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Loud banging on the door echoed through Elliott's old, wooden shack, disturbing his silent writing.
At first, he thought he must've imagined it. No sane soul would stay up this late, especially in the rain, and then have the nerves to knock on other people's doors.
Another string of loud banging was laid upon his old door, and now he was angry. Who the hell could this be?
"Elliott! Elliott please open the door!" A desperate voice pleaded from outside. Truth to be told, this could all be a trick his mind was playing on him, considering that when he glanced to the alarm clock by his bed, he could tell it was around 1:40 in the morning.
Yet still, he stood up, bones cracking a little as he walked towards the door, opening it only to see Samael, fishing rod on his back, soaked to bone and a frantic look on his face.
"Sama- Wha- Are you crazy? It's late, I don't have time for this" Elliott protested immediately, moving to close the door before the farmer's leg stopped it.
"Please, Elliott, hear me out, I just need shelter for a night. I didn't realise how late it was and you know that I chronically pass out if I'm not in bed by 2:00, I just can't wake up with my face full of sand again."
Samael seemed desperate, and yes, Elliott knew how bad it is to wake up with a face full of sand, but it didn't mean he was just going to let the man into his house. He was trying to finish the novel that was supposed to pay for everything, it was almost done, but writer's block was a pain in the ass, and a soaked farmer won't help the case.
"But Elliott, that's your friend! You need to help him" his thoughts pleaded. He was torn between two choices: Leave him in the sand and listen to his complaints tomorrow, or even worse, have him not talk to Elliott for a while because of how he left him hanging, or, he could let Samael, who he did kind of have a small crush on, sleep the night at his place for, honestly, the cost of nothing.
"I'll do anything in return, just let me sleep on your carpet or something, even the wooden floor is good, just please let me in..." Samael said, tiredness already starting to seep into his brain.
Elliott took a sigh and stepped aside, letting his friend walk through the door only to practically immediately faint.
Oh no, this won't do at all.
Guilt made it's way to Elliott and he immediately rushed to get some towels. How could he be so stupid? He returned, placed the towels on the bed and kneeled beside Samael, his eyes closed, hair drenched in rain and sweat and a peaceful look on his face.
Despite the fact the man was taller than Elliott, he still managed to drag him over to the bed and lay him atop the towels. He pulled a blanket over him, just in case he gets cold on this rainy fall night.
He returned to his seat at the typewriter. It was almost impossible, but in a few hours and a few glances to the pretty face laying in his bed, he managed to get his romance novel across the finish line.
His tired eyes once again returned to his friend, peacefully laying in a bed like it's his own, like he belongs in it. Elliott decides to join him by his side, quietly making his way across the wooden floors and tucking himself in next to the other.
He takes one last glance at him, and it takes him longer than he wants to admit to look away. Samael's biceps lay peacefully next to his body, tanned skin beautifully shining from the little light that the moonlight provides. Again, Elliott can't help but think about how he looks so natural, so not-out-of-place, so belonging in his bed.
He doesn't know why he hesitated on letting the man in, as his mind felt so good in his presence, worry-free, so peaceful, so focused on the gorgeous look that he feels as if blessed to be allowed to see.
It's wrong, he knows, pining desperately for a friend, someone who cannot like him that way, someone who lies in his bed unknowing of his feelings.
He reminds himself of the farmer's words before he was let in, the desperate plead ringing in his head.
"I'll do anything"
But would he?
Would he let Elliott live his wildest fantasies, let him ask anything he wants of him, of his body?
Oh, the things he could ask for with his creative, dirty mind. And oh, the fact that Samael would comply without a word.
Would he think less of Elliott, though?
Samael can't blame him, really, Elliott hasn't really had anyone here as close to him as they were right now ever since he got into Pelican Town. He made a few friends, but that was it, friends. Now, as he thinks of a chance to have something more than that, he let's out a soft, quiet groan, partially out of frustration, and partially because of all the dirty thoughts of Samael flooding his mind.
He lays in bed for a while, restless, still thinking about what he is going to ask for in the morning. He wouldn't admit it even to himself, but sometime in the middle of the night, Samael shuffled closer to him on the bed, draping a strong arm over his waist and having an equally strong hand practically grip Elliott's hip.
At first, he jumped, as he wasn't sure what to do. Should he move away? Should he push his arm off him, or at least place his hand anywhere else other than on his sensitive hip? Those thoughts are quickly wiped away when Samael's hand sqeezes his hip tightly, and Elliott feels as if it was a blessing sent from heavens, sending a shock of pleasure through his entire body.
He kept quiet, so the beauty beside him wouldn't wake up, but it wasn't easy. The hand kept squeezing, tightening, and with each touch harder than the last one, Elliott couldn't help it. He was but a man, and that was visible through his pants now. He let out a shaky breath, thinking of putting a stop to this, but heavens did it feel good.
No, no, this isn't okay. When that thought appeared, he did what he thought would help. He turned away, back facing Samael, trying to get his hand off him. That was his first mistake, as Samael, unaware of his actions and dead unconscious, pulled Elliott in his grasp, burying his face into the back of his neck.
If he knew what he was doing to Elliott, he would be proud of himself.
With warm, almost heavy breathing of his crush down his neck, pulled in a tight hug, all the while hosting a semi, Elliott gasped out of surprise. He tried to get out for his sanity's sake, but the heavy arm of the taller man wasn't moving away anytime soon.
To his own surprise, the way that Samael held him was calming to him, and over all the lust filling him to the brim, the warmth of the man he loved lulled him into dreamland.
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The morning sun shone brightly into Elliott's tired eyes. He didn't want to get up, especially after recalling how he fell asleep, but he had work to do. He turned around, only to see Samael, kneeling and cleaning algae of the hard wooden floor, turned away from now surprised Elliott. To Elliott's loss, he turned around, stopping the writer from staring any longer.
"Morning Eli" Samael smiled. "Couldn't stand how dirty the floor was and decided to do something about it"
Elliott stares at him in disbelief. His voice was raspier than usual, clearly deeper, like he hadn't talked since last night's yelling. He gets back to his senses, assuming that the other is expecting an answer.
"You really didn't have to, but thank you" he mutters, sleepiness now draining from his body as he sits up on the bed. He's still in his day clothes as he didn't get to change them last night, the only thing missing is his signature red coat, leaving him in a white tee he usually wears underneath.
"I wanted to" Samael assures, picking up the last piece of Algae. "Now, as I promised, I owe you a favor now, don't I?" he continued, making Elliott flush at the memory of his ideas last night.
He pauses for a good minute, staring at the man before him. Is he going to ask what he wants, or what he thinks is appropriate? He could ask for money, yes, his funds aren't infinite after all, but that wasn't what he truly desired.
"So?" Samael asks lightly, pulling Elliott out of his thoughts.
"Well, I uh, I was thinking last night of some things I might ask you..." Great start, truly. "But now I really think it's stupid, honestly it doesn- it doesn't matter, you don't owe me anything, it's okay" he completely backs out. Idiot.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Samael looks at him quizzically, and then stands up just to sit down on the bed. "Elliott." he says sternly, with an underlying tone of 'come on'
Elliott just stares back at him, mildly suprised at the change of character, from light and cheery to serious. Almost dominant, a part of his mind adds, but he tries to forget that part quickly.
"I said I would do anything, didn't I? I'm a man of my word, just tell me what you need me to do" Samael says, and Elliott slightly blushes at the wording. It's not "what I need to do", it's not "what you want me to do", it's "what you need me to do", almost implying that Elliott needs him. And with that thought, Elliott gives in, nervously starting to construct in his head how he is going to say this.
"So uh...you know that I don't have a lot of people close to me on the island. I-I have Leah and Willy, but I'm not really as close to them as I am to you..." He tries to connect his thoughts, but he can't look Samael in those pretty, ocean blue eyes or else he might actually zone out. He looks away and continues.
"And since I haven't gotten really this close with anyone... let's uh... let's just say I haven't been getting much- uh- well- game, recently..." After that, he stutters. He said it. He implied what he wants, and now he was going to suffer the painful consequence: rejection.
"Elliott I-" He starts, sounding neutral, but Elliott cut him off.
"I'm so sorry, this is- this isn't okay, I made you uncomfortabl-"
"Elliott."
"Y- I- You don't owe me an-anything, it's okay, just- you can go, it's oka-"
"Elliott" The other man says, with a serious tone now, placing a hand on Elliott's thigh and making the writer's breath hitch. "Continue"
And so he does. He recollects himself, and finally proposes what he desires, no matter the consequences.
"As I said, I was thinking last night and uh, well, I was..." he trails off, looking back into those ocean blue eyes that drive him insane. He sighs, his look dropping down to Samael's lips. "I was wondering if you would get on your knees for me"
He can't look. He closes his eyes. He can't see the rejection, so it's not there.
"I'm such an idiot" he mutters lastly, before turning away and dropping his head into his hands, hiding a scared, unsure face. Samael could leave right now and never speak to him again, only brushing past his shoulder every time he has to get somewhere. He could leave now, thinking less of him, thinking he's disgusting, thinki-
He chuckles. Oh, he chuckles. Elliott looks up at him with slightly, unnoticeably teary eyes, confused.
"This is what you were so nervous about?" Samael continues his laugh, growing to a childish giggle as he falls with his back onto the bed. He stays there for a moment, before probably realising how much this meant to Elliott. He sits up, his laughing gone, and looks deeply into the other man's eyes. Samael takes a hand and puts it on Elliott's red cheek, leaning to say something into his ear.
"I just need to ask you something really quickly" he mutters, with a voice lower than before. "Is this purely transactional...or can I give it my best?"
Elliott doesn't believe his ears. He shivers, no, shudders at the words, eyes widening and breath getting heavy.
"Well, uh, I would say both but..." he trails off once again, pulling Samael away so he can take a good look at him. To his surprise, Samael looks just as aroused as him, with heavy eyes and wet lips, he looks as if he's about to eat Elliott alive.
"Please. Please give it your all" he whispers now, pulling a smile out of the other. He hopes that maybe, the fact he's leaning in means that he'll give him a kiss, but instead, Samael goes for his neck. He lays hot, wet kisses all across his skin, pulling surprised gasps and whimpers out of him. He licks at his ear and then whispers back:
"Good"
With that, he drops off the bed, catching himself on the edge of the it and settling down, sitting on the soles of his feet. When his balance is steady, he grabs Elliott's hips, pulling them closer to the edge of the bed. Elliott yelps, breath picking up the pace. This was really happening.
Samael puts on a show, peppering soft kisses on the insides of Elliott's still clothed thighs, from his knee all the way up to his crotch, before laying a wet tongue onto the very obvious bulge in his pants. He groans, relieved that this is finally happening.
The man on his knees takes the zipper of the pants into his teeth and pulls it down, and Elliott would be lying if he said he didn't shiver at that. His pants were pulled down all the way to his ankles, and soon with them came his boxers, leaving him completely naked apart from the tight white T-shirt still on him. He was painfully hard now, and Samael noticed that very clearly, deciding to tease him.
He takes Elliott in his hand, making him let out a breathy moan, but soon setting an agonizingly slow pace. He licks at the tip, and the hotness of his mouth feels so good that Elliott bucks his hip up in desperation. He throws his head back, but Samael immediately stops all the pleasure, putting both his hands on his hips and holding him down. Elliott whines at the loss, but Samael starts talking.
"No, no, that won't do at all. Be a good boy and stay still for me, will you? I know you want to" he says teasingly, and Elliott moans. His voice was in his head now, words driving him insane. Good boy.
He nods, and Samael continues. "There we go, so obedient, aren't you? Melting in my hands..."
His hands stay on his hips but he lowers his mouth onto the neglected dick in front of him. He takes the head into his wet, hot mouth, sucking on it, and squeezes Elliott's hips harder than before. Just like last night.
He was right, Elliott was melting at his touch, and soon, he won't be able to stand it anymore.
Samael, out of nowhere, lowers down all the way to the base, pulling a pornography-worthy moan out of what was left of Elliott as he throws his head back. Both of them can barely breathe from pleasure, and Samael starts bobbing his head up and down his length. It wasn't an easy job either, pleasing Elliott's six inches, and hell, he was doing it so well.
Elliott grabs him by the hair, stopping him in his tracks. He needed to calm down, or else this was going to end too soon. He pulls Samael off his needy dick and drags him up by his shirt for a kiss. Samael, surprised, immediately starts kissing back.
He climbs up onto the bed, pushing Elliott's back down onto the mattress and deepening the kiss. His lips tasted sweet, almost like fruit, but inside of his mouth tasted like the ocean. He needed more.
Elliott puts a hand up his shirt, trying to get it off, and Samael pulls back. He gets of his shirt in a second, along with his belt, but stops at his pants. He looks needily into Elliott's eyes, as if asking for permission. Elliott nods, adding a moany "please".
He quickly takes off everything else left on him, going back to worship his hips. One of his hands return to their place and his mouth returns onto his hard length. But unlike last time, he grabs Elliott's arm with his free hand, settling his hand into his own hair and slowing down his pace, tight lips coming to a stop. Elliott looks at him quizzically, before meeting his eyes.
Oh, those eyes. They only send one message, and that is use me.
He tightens his grip around Samael's hair, pulling a quiet moan out of the man that sends vibrations up his throat, pleasuring Elliott in a completely new way. He starts pulling him by his hair up and down to his liking, throwing his head back and moaning in sync. His mouth felt so good on him, and he wanted to come like that do badly, but he craved something else. He pulled Samael off his dick and pulled him a bit towards himself, letting the man interpret that as to come closer to him.
He peppers kisses all the way thru - he starts at his thigh, sucking hickies his into sensitive hips, kissing up his abdomen and finally attacking his neck, sinking his teeth into the side of it. He completely climbs on top of Elliott now, caging him inbetween his limbs and pulling him in for a heated kiss, grinding down on his body with his own. He takes Elliott's arms and pins them down with only one hand, making Elliott moan desperately, and sets his free back to down, worshipping his waist and hips like there was no tomorrow.
Elliott pulls away from the kiss for a breather, trying to get Samael's attention.
"Love?" he tries, knowing he probably can't mutter out a longer word from how spinny his head was. He doesn't know if Samael will respond to the pet name, but he is relieved when he does. "Yeah?" he whispers in his ear, licking it afterwards. Elliott can't wait anymore.
"Fuck me" he moans out, and Samael slows down for a second. He looks at him a little more seriously now, although the lust is still very, very apparent in his eyes.
"P-please, Samael, f-fuck me" he says now, with less confidence. He doesn't know if that's taking it too far, if he made the other man uncomfortable, but after a short moment Samael moans. It's loud, almost as if he wasn't expecting him to ever ask.
"Are you sure?" He asks, tone laced with nothing but true love for Elliott, and he nods.
He takes a hand off his hip and puts three fingers at Elliott's lips, meaning all pressure of his mass was now put onto the arm holding Elliott's hands. He prods into his mouth, one finger after the other, and Elliott slicks them up with his spit.
This is really happening.
He pulls them out after a minute, a string of saliva still connecting them with Elliott's mouth before he pulls them down to his hole.
He massages the entrance a little before putting a finger in easily.
"You're so loose, darling. Does my good boy do this often?" He whispers into his ear, and Elliott moans. He's right, he does do this often. He did it before his writing session last night, so it shouldn't take too long before the fingers were replaced with... something else.
And he's right, after a minute, he eases in a second one, and after another few minutes, the third one slips in without a problem.
He can feel Samael's hard dick poking his abdomen, and it's only now that he realises that he still didn't take a good look at it. It's mostly been out of his vision the whole night, and he missed a few chances to stare at it, so he's not very sure of how big it is. He imagines it surely bigger than his three fingers, though.
Samael keeps fingering him, hooking his fingers to abuse his prostate, enjoying the strings of moans he's causing, and even though he's enjoying it, Elliott wants more.
"Please, love, I'm ready" he pleads, moaning again as the fingers slip out of him
"Just didn't want to hurt you" Samael excuses, now backing off and kneeling in front of him, his hand going to stroke himself a little before he can put it in
Elliott's jaw drops when he sees what he's wanted all night. He was absolutely right when he thought that it was bigger than his fingers, but this was overkill. In a good, fuck, amazing way. He stares at the eight inches that were about to enter him, and throws his head back at just the sight of it. Samael notices and smiles, confidence growing.
His hard length pokes the entrance Elliott's gaping hole, finally making Elliott breathily moan in relief. Finally, something was inside of him.
It goes in agonizingly slow, but inch after inch, Samael slowly fills him up. When he thinks it will stop soon, it doesn't, as if he's being filled with a neverending hot mass, filling him up to the brim.
After finally considering looking down just to check how much there's left, his hips meet Samael's. The man settles on top of him for a moment, probably letting him get used to the length, and Elliott's glad that he does. He's completely filled up with cock, and that on it's own is pleasurable enough, but getting his ass pounded right now sounds painfully amazing.
After a short minute of listening to each other's breathing, he looks into Samael's needy eyes and tells him to move.
It starts slowly, he pulls out a little, settling back almost immediately. But with every thrust, he steadily increases the length he pulls out, and when he's almost completely out, he starts picking up his pace as well.
Elliott's pleasure can't be described well enough. He hasn't had a cock in him for years now, let alone a cock of someone he adores, and this whole experience made his head swirl, letting his brain melt when Samael licks the sweat off his temple and neck.
It's only a few minutes before heat starts building up in his abdomen, getting hotter and hotter with every thrust as Samael pounds into his hole desperately.
"Touch me" he manages to say inbetween moans, and Samael jerks him off faster than before, as if he knows that he's close. He can't take it anymore, he wants to come, he needs to come.
"C-Coming!" he yelps, as all the heat comes out in strings of white all over his stomach as Samael keeps fisting him through it, at the same time still abusing his prostate. Almost immediately after, he comes too, making a final big thrust before filling Elliott up with warm, sticky liquid.
Samael moans loudly for the second time tonight, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and Elliott wishes he didn't come, just so that he could now at the gorgeous sight above him.
After they've both calmed down from their high, Samael collapses on top of Elliott, barely able to breathe.
They stay like that for a while, once again listening to each other's breathing before Samael pulls out and lies down next to him. Elliott feels hot come leaking from his hole, but he doesn't mind. He likes it, really.
"Please, please tell me this isn't a one time thing" Samael breaks the comfortable silence, looking over at the other.
Elliott meets his eyes, smiling at him.
"I hope not"