[If Elan won't admit it, then perhaps he needs to pry the information out of him.
But he definitely got something out. That something splatters his skin, sticks to his fingers and coats his knuckles, and it's that and the noise that Elan makes and the taste of Elan's skin beneath his tongue that topples him over the edge, the two of them crossing the finish line almost at the same time. He grinds their hips furiously and rubs his now-sticky hand even faster, unconcerned about overstimulating Elan, until he moans into Elan's neck and comes. His own cock twitches and throbs as he spills into his hand, some of it dripping down onto Elan's skin, adding to the mess between them.
He misses the look on Elan's face, sadly. Elan misses the look on his too. For a moment he's just slumped there, face still buried in Elan's neck, his lips making warm puffs of breath against Elan's skin. The room is quiet save for their breathing and some faint instrumental music from the TV. Then he does pull back, his sticky hand releasing their cocks in the process.
For a moment he looks drunk and unfocused, his face eyes-half lidded. Then he takes in the picture that Elan makes, purple eyes meeting green ones, and he smiles, warm and fond and insufferably smug.]
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But he definitely got something out. That something splatters his skin, sticks to his fingers and coats his knuckles, and it's that and the noise that Elan makes and the taste of Elan's skin beneath his tongue that topples him over the edge, the two of them crossing the finish line almost at the same time. He grinds their hips furiously and rubs his now-sticky hand even faster, unconcerned about overstimulating Elan, until he moans into Elan's neck and comes. His own cock twitches and throbs as he spills into his hand, some of it dripping down onto Elan's skin, adding to the mess between them.
He misses the look on Elan's face, sadly. Elan misses the look on his too. For a moment he's just slumped there, face still buried in Elan's neck, his lips making warm puffs of breath against Elan's skin. The room is quiet save for their breathing and some faint instrumental music from the TV. Then he does pull back, his sticky hand releasing their cocks in the process.
For a moment he looks drunk and unfocused, his face eyes-half lidded. Then he takes in the picture that Elan makes, purple eyes meeting green ones, and he smiles, warm and fond and insufferably smug.]
Right on cue, hmm~? That's my good boy~♪