Eli wastes no time. A large hand caps over Kevin's head while another is on his back, palm sending pleasure that surges through Kevin's vessels. Kevin prays to the heavens, tossing a dime into a wishing well with his mind rephrasing "I never want to have this strangely wonderful sensation of being crushed by the man I'm infatuated with to be taken away,".

The strong man handles Kevin like a porcelain doll. Carefully handling the doll, closing in to a point where Kevin is unscathed.

Inhale. Kevin takes Eli's scent in one breath, holding it in because he knows he owns Eli. Eli's oxygen, Eli's carbon dioxide, Eli's body, mind, soul... To put simply, Kevin is just another possessive freak who aggressively hates the idea of sharing what's his.

Exhale. Kevin's hot breath travels down Eli's nape like dancing gypsies on his skin. In a few seconds Eli's brain will dysfunction. Eli didn't mean for his thinking chamber to go berserk, losing control of his actions. Eli has no intention ever to slip his hands under Kevin's shirt. Eli does not understand why he keeps touching Kevin's body. Eli wants to listen to his brain but his body had better ideas.

The living doll's chest heaves up and down rapidly,willingly submitting into Eli's soft touches and warm gazes.

ラベル: otp:elvin, type:otp, type:stupid things i write