Zay's POV
Elliot and I have been home for about a week now and honestly....
When people told me that there was going to be a feeling.. a spark that I would feel whenever I saw my Chain, I thought that I didn't get it because Elliot was human and I was missing some of the components.
But I get it now.
Whenever he comes over and he brings his homework or his art work, just wanting to spend time with me for a few hours. I feel it.
When we're at work and he holds my hand as we enter the building, I feel it.
When we're lying in bed at night and he pulls me close when he's half sleep, his nose always finding the crook of my neck as he holds me tightly, I feel it.
I feel it all. The butterflies in my stomach, and ones that make my cock ache for him as well as the ones that make my face glare up in a blush that I can never seem to control around him.
This whole time I though that either we just weren't the best soulmates or everyone was just over exaggerating the whole things about the Soulmate Bond. And yet here I am, smiling like an idiot to myself as I wait for him to come over again.
This is the love that movies brag about. This is the love that the stupid love songs are written about that make you smile and cry your heart out.
These past few days Elliot and I have talked a lot. I know more about him in this past week that I had for the two months or so we had known each other. We've talked about favorite colors and our biggest dreams. We've talked about our fears and our sexual fantasies. We've even talked about Marking.
And to my surprise it was him that wanted to talk about it.
And it's that thought and fact in my head that makes today so much easier. Because today is the day that I tell Elliot how I feel and I ask to Mark him.
And while I'm scared shitless, I'm no longer afraid that I'll run him off or that he'll leave me. I just hope that he's had the time he needs so that I don't look like an idiot when I tell him that I love him.
I mean, I probably will either way but at least that way I won't be alone.
I'm straightening up, my stress cleaning coming to show today in bright colors, when I hear the door open. My heart skips a beat as I turn around and watch as Elliot walks in, his bag full of work clothes beside him for tomorrow, the idea of him spending the night again making me smile contentedly.
"Hey baby." He greets me, walking towards me to wrap his hands around my waist, his hands tightening around my hips softly as he leans down and captures my lips in a kiss that makes me melt against him.
"Hi." I answer, biting my lip as I try to think about how to bring this up.
"Uh-oh. I know that look. You have something to tell me." Elliot says, his eyebrows raising as he looks at me and if I could hit him for knowing me too well, I would, but there's a small part of me that adores how well we've started to know each other.
"I don't." I tell him, trying to buy myself some time but he gives me a deadpanned expression that makes gay panic rise inside of me, his eyes ass eyes on me as they always are whenever we're together, his attention solely for me and only me. Knowing that I'm trapped now, I take his hand in mine softly and I lead him towards my room in the back, nerves running up and down my spine. It's easy to say it in your head and tell him in his ear once you're sure he's asleep, but telling him to his face that I want to be linked with him and be with him for the rest of our lives is kind of fucking scary.
I lied.
It's absolutely terrifying.
We get to my room and I sit down on the bed, pulling Elliot's hand so that he lands on the mattress as well, his body turning towards me to gaze at me.
"I- I... I've thinking about this for a while and I wanted to tell you that... I love you." I blurt out, hating myself for not doing it in the romantic way that I planned. Elliot opens his mouth and I quick to cut him off. "It's not just the idea of you. It's the way you play with my fingers in the car. It's how you listen to my stories about me when I was younger. It's the way you cry during movies that have no sad parts because you say a good cry is good for the soul. It's how you hold me when we're going to sleep and you give me sleep kissing on my forehead. It's the way your favorite color is green because every other answer is basic."
My answers are cut off when lips touch mine, hands coming up to touch my face softly as I'm slowly pushed into the mattress, my back against the sheets as my lips move softly with the ones against mine.
A hand is pressed on to me hip as my hips raise up wit meet Elliot's the soft friction among me moan into his mouth, our kiss breaking away as he begins to lift my shirt and the fabric comes over my head, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
Lips don't reattach to mine and I open my eyes to find chocolate brown ones staring down at me, emotions raking down in his gaze that makes my breath catch my throat as his hand leaves my hip and comes up to cup my face. I was going to say, I love you too." He tells me and I breath a sigh of relief as his lips find mine once more and the feeling of his mouth against mine is just as tender and sweet as the first time we did so, weeks ago, but still so important.
Our clothes come off slowly, no rush to get back into each other arms because we both know, we know that this is where we belong and no matter how many times we grow apart, we'll always come back.
When we both find ourselves naked, his hand comes up to softly wrap around my neck, his thumb brushing against the right side of my slender throat as he pulls away to look at it.
"I want my Mark here." He tells me and I smile up at him softly as he pouts a bit, loving the fact that he wants to claim me as his as permanently as he's about to be mine. And suddenly I have an idea that makes me bite my lip in excitement.
"Draw me one. And I'll get it." I tell him and his eyes shoot up to mine before his lips lower once more, a bit more vigor in the taste of his kiss as his happiness shows about me wanting to get his Mark in my skin, even if it's not the traditional way. Just as I'm about to pass out form the lack of air, Elliot pulls away, his hand still wrapped loosely around my throat and he reluctantly lets it go as he gets off the bed and grand the lube from the table.
With excitement coursing through me, I shirt on the bed so I can get higher as Elliot comes back and crawls up my body, his hands pulling my thighs apart as he looks down at me, the love he proclaimed clear in his eyes as he looks down at whats his.
"Beautiful." He whispers to me and I smile shyly at him as he uncaps the lube and pours some onto his fingers, slicking up my tight holes as his eyes never leave mine, even as they flutter and close at the pleasure he's bringing me. Prepping drags longer than it usually does, but I like it, the slow burn of my orgasm that's so close but so far away making me whine in need when he pulls his now slick digits out.
Elliot's eyes glance down for only a second before they're right back up to meet mine, his large cock pushing into my soft wet hole smoothly making me gasp at the feeling.
As he pushes himself in, my body tightening around him, twitching at him filling me so fully, the tip of his cock going to press firmly against my prostate as he bottomed out, breathy moans being pulled from my body as I spasm around him, his large size making me drunk on the sexual tension in the air.
Elliot doesn't move at first, instead he lowers his body until his chest is rest against mine and it makes his dick drive deeper without me making me arch into him softly as my channel clenches tightly around him in appreciation.
I hear him groan in my ear and the sound makes me shiver as his lips brush against mine softly, telling me everything I need to hear as his hips begin to move, slowly rocking back and forth, the friction and pressure on my prostate making my clamp down harder a chorus of groans bouncing between the two of us as he whispers to me.
"I love you so much, Zayvion. The way you say my name, the way you smile at me when you know you're going to get what you want. Those damn crazy eyes that get me every time. You're perfect. And I'm all yours."
His word in my ear are broken up by the sounds of our pleasure but I don't mind, sealing the words against my heart as he softly thirsts into me, tears pricking my eyes that the tenderness.
Our bodies moved against each other, his inside of me as our orgasms build up, our moans and groans bouncing between us and around the room as we relish in each other and this love that the both of us have worked and sacrificed for. I feel my back begin to arch higher, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I feel my orgasm growing, my balls drawing up as my dick begins to pulse.
"Oh fuck baby. You about to cum?" Elliot asks me and all I can do is nod, his sweet thrusts picking up speed to slam into me, a bit tougher than before and it makes me scream as as my orgasm sprints the rest of the way, slamming into me hard.
I feel my teeth drop onto my lips, arms tightening around Elliot's neck and his dick twitches within me, his groans loud as my hole grips on to him tightly and my dick jerks between us, cum shooting out of my cock. Unable to hold off any longer, my hands bring Elliot down on top of me, my tongue licks the sensitive spot on his neck before my teeth break the skin.
I feel apart of my soul leave my body and it pours into Elliot, the feeling making me high as he curses loudly, thrusting into me one more time before I feel his dick jerk and his cum spill out of his member and into my ass as he breeds me.
I pull my teeth from his skin and lick the wound close, falling back it the mattress as Elliot continues to come down form his own orgasm.
"Oh fuck." I mumble as my eyes get heavy, a drunken smile coming up to trace my lips and I feel my lover's on my face, pressing soft kissing all over it.
"My crazy eyes." He whispers and that's the last thing I hear before sleep pulls me under.
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Ugh guys they finally made it. My mom made me lose the extra thirty minutes I had and now I'm behind schedule which is nice. I've done four chapters today so far so at least that's good especially since it's only 12.
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