DAMIR
I stared at Eli's trembling body, still sprawled across the bed like a ruined masterpiece. His legs quivered, one drawn close to his chest while his other arm desperately tried to cover the twitching mess I'd left between his thighs. His skin was blotched with sweat and flush, lashes damp from tears, chest rising and falling rapidly with the aftershocks of what we'd just done.
He whimpered when I shifted closer, the smallest sound tearing into me like guilt-laced desire. I leaned in to brush a damp strand of hair off his temple. "Water?" I asked, voice low, hoping to coax a response.
Eli tried to speak, but instead whimpered again and clutched his thighs tighter as if the words might leak out of him along with everything else. My chest tightened. I'd fucked him too hard.
"…I'll get you some," I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
I pulled on a loose pair of pants, still damp from sweat, and walked out, still bare-chested, skin flushed and sticky. As I descended the stairs, I could still feel the imprint of his hands on my back, his voice echoing inside my skull. I knew I had gone too far but the way he moaned for me, the way he arched into it… I had lost control. Again.
The kitchen was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the low murmur of voices. Lian and Juseon were leaning against the counter, mid-conversation, until they saw me. Lian's eyes immediately narrowed, his playful expression dropping into something closer to concern.
"There you are, godzilla " Lian blurted, raising a brow. "Are you trying to kill him or something?"
I didn't answer, just went to the sink and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filling it slowly with cold water. My hands shook slightly. I could still hear Eli's whimper. Still feel how tight he was. How badly he clung to me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
Juseon looked at me with more than just worry, he looked pained. His gaze swept over the sweat still slicking my back and the faint tremor in my shoulders. "Is he okay?" he asked, voice gentle but firm. "You don't… look okay either."
"He's fine," I muttered. "Just… sore. He's resting."
Before either of them could say anything else, I heard it….Eli's voice. A sharp, panicked cry from upstairs. My whole body went cold.
I didn't even think, I dropped the glass where it was, the water splashing over the counter, and sprinted out of the kitchen.
"Damir?!" Juseon shouted after me, voice tense. "What happened?!"
Lian's voice followed, pitched higher. "Is he hurt?!"
"He's fine!" I yelled back without turning around. "He's just….he's struggling to walk!"
"Oh, great! And you chose the hottest afternoon to rearrange his insides?!" Lian called sarcastically, but I could hear the panic under his words.
I ignored them. My heart was already pounding as I bounded up the stairs, two at a time. I swung the door to Eli's room open and froze at the sight of him.
He had somehow gotten off the bed but was now crumpled halfway to the floor, one arm holding the bed frame, the other trying to support himself. His lips were parted in a half-whimper, his brows furrowed as he tried to push himself up, legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Eli!" I rushed forward, instantly scooping him up into my arms. "You shouldn't have gotten out of bed," I murmured against his hair, holding him tight.
"I was… trying to pee," he mumbled, voice small and hoarse from screaming. His pouty lips trembled, his thighs instinctively trying to press together even though the motion only made him whimper more.
I carried him back to the bed and gently lowered him down, massaging his lower back to ease the tension. His body was still tense, still twitching from being so overstimulated. I kissed his temple, then trailed kisses to his lips, nipping playfully at his pout until he gave me a weak little laugh, breathy and shy.
"Stop it…" he whined, turning his face away with a tired smile.
But I saw it.
He was still glowing.
Still dazed.
Still mine.