Something I Can Never Forget

It had been somewhere around a week since Eli had last seen Bryant, a week since they day they'd screwed like madmen in his office and at a hotel the night before, and a week since they'd last been able to do what they both seemed to have wanted so desperately. It was supposed to have taken place again the following day when either man would follow the other to a parking garage and then to a home, at which they would strip, fuck, and bask in the afterglow for as long as they wanted. Only, it seemed like life enjoyed playing those annoying little tricks on them that they couldn't control. Really, it had been their own fault, Elijah should have just taken the call when he was supposed to have, he should have paid more attention to his work than the man that he'd been buried inside at the time, but no, he'd had to follow his lower head and toss the phone across the room.

He'd gotten another call the following morning telling him that the entire company on the other side of the continent was nearly going under, the place in utter chaos since the main director decided that he'd had enough and quit on the spot. With a few muttered curses and a quick, confidential note sent to Bryant, off went Eli for a week to straight out the entire mess and try and find a new director, which had been hell and a half. But now, oh, now, he was back! And he was damn well horny. He'd thought about Bryant the entire time he was gone and now that he was back...he nearly moaned. Oh the things he was going to do to that man.

Eli had already spoken to him around his lunch hour, appearing, oddly enough, in the common elevator with the excuse that his elevator was being cleaned, which, really, it was, of course, it'd just happened to come at a convenient time. He'd pulled Bryant aside and told him to meet him after work at the parking garage where his own car was, slipping into a dark corner a few moments to bite at the other man's neck, refreshing the mark he'd left there before as his hands groped and fondled, promising oh so much before he walked back out, seemingly untouched. Now, afternoon arriving and the rest of the company already heading out, Eli was happily making his way to his car.

Bryant had been in a constant state of arousal all day long, the fact that he hadn't gotten fucked in over a week enough to make him crave any kind of attention, and Eli's grope fest at lunchtime had only made his day all the more unbearable. A constant tent in his pants that had to be hid underneath his jacket everytime that he left his cubicle to go and do something else, but now it was time for everyone to go home, and the look in Bryant's eyes as he went off into the parking lot promised anyone that stopped him a quick and painful death. The grin on his face when he caught sight of the other was nothing short of lustful and passionate, practically undressing him with his eyes. A soft whimper managed to pass through his lips as he took to coyly grasping at his erection through his pants, watching the other's expression with complete interest. "Nggh, hurry...Eli" A part of him simply wanted to tackle the other and ravish him here in the parking lot, a soft nip to his ear able to be given without anyone realizing...if they didn't leave soon, it might just be his only option.

Most days, Eli parked a couple blocks away, taking the short walk as hiw own way of calming down after a long day of work and frustration and all those other things, but today, he'd parked almost right outside the door. Yeah, nothing was stopping him from getting home as quickly as possible. He'd even take the stairs down today. All seventy three flights. Of course, Ms. Withers, despite being quite young and spry herself, had opted for the elevator, wishing her boss a fond farewell and 'an afternoon of delight' with a little wink as the doors had closed. Right, she knew nothing at all. Phbt. But right now, he didn't care. The second Bryant was close enough, Eli'd rushed the both of them along. Damn hell he was waiting at a normal person's walking pace. He drove a '69 GTO Judge, black and sleek, able to hit a full 250 when the traffic was right.

And right now, he didn't care what traffic was like, he planned on going top-speed the whole way home. Watching Bryant fondle himself through his pants on his way over had been just that added little stab of torture and by the time they got the car, Eli'd almost been ready to shove the other man in the back seat. Too bad everyone else was in the parking lot too. All the semblance of cool, casual leavings, Eli waited until they were at least a block away, where no one could see them anymore, before he stopped at the first red light, grabbing the back of Bryant's head rather roughly by taking a fist of his hair and dragging him over to absolutely invade his mouth.

His hands had taken to roughly grasping at the material of the front seat the entire time, trying his best to keep from attacking the other from his current position and begging to get fucked. A startled whimper passed through his lips before he was forced into a rather rough kiss, his own fingers easily tangling themselves in Eli's hair in return, completely ignoring the honking and obscene gestures being given to them from the cars behind them. "Eli please...hurry...I need you...fuck" Teeth took to lightly nipping at his lower lip as one of his hands ran over his chest, carefully unzipping the front of his pants before taking out his cock, roughly jerking it with a few tugs and a moan of the others name, there was no way that either of them would be able to wait much longer before one of them attacked the other. Blonde locks fell carelessly over his sapphire gaze as he managed to hold his gaze, jerking his hand up and down a few times in a teasing manner...hopefully this would help him along a little.

Eli moaned, biting into his lower lip until it near bled, taking a moment to flip off the people behind them before hitting the gas on a yellow so that he was the only one who made it across before the red, that'd show them, interrupting his get some time. "Mm...oh yeah, Bryant..." He muttered under his breath as the other started jerking himself off, one hand leaving the wheel to reach over and join Bryant's hand, stroking him torturously slow, practically whispering out all the dirty, horrible things he was going to do to the other the second he got him into his house, all the while the engine of the car forced to full ability and carefully manuvered this way and that around other cars. The next red lightly, Eli leaned over and bit the other man's ear, tugging none too gently. "Don't you cum, not yet..." There'd be plenty of time for that later on.
It wasn't long before they reached Eli's home, nothing too insanely fancy, just a little something nestled away from the rest of the world on his own land, an enormous tree out in the front yard that nearly covered the entire corner of the house. The car was parked in the little garage off to the side and Bryant was given a final teasing little pat on 'the head' before Eli pulled himself out of the car and towards the house. He wasn't going at it in his car, no, after this long, he wanted full use of that gorgeous ass.

Bryant's head seemed to be swimming as he felt the others hand join his own, stroking him at a painfully slow pace, making him arch his hips a little more in an attempt to get more of that blissful feeling only to be told a few seconds later that he couldn't cum. He couldn't have made a bigger pout than he did when he heard that little detail, carefully removing his own hand much to his body's dismay, unconciously thrusting his hips up into thin air to try and gain some friction. He really thought that he was going to die from pleasure overload, being hard for so long not an easy task for any man. Bryant made sure to cover the front of his pants with his jacket, ignoring the few people that stopped what they were doing to stare at the two of them, before going back to their gossip or tending to their lawns. "Eli....please" His voice barely came out as a whisper, hand taking up it's place against his erection once again as soon as the front door had been shut, roughly pumping it up and down with a drawn out moan...he was not going to wait much longer especially after a week of abstinence. He wanted to be taken and he wanted to be taken now, no ifs, ands, or buts about it...unless it was his getting fucked into the mattress.

Most times, Eli was a fairly decent host, he usually toured about the house, had drinks, maybe snacks if he had time, movies, shoes, conversation, things like that when he actually found a decent human being to fill his time with, which wasn't often. But right now, the house, none of it, was important, except one room. He grabbed Bryant around the chest and literally dragged the poor man to his room, no time for things like walking and waiting and following, no, he wanted him now. "Did you miss me?" He asked, knocking Bryant back to sit on the bed then pushing him down onto his back, each hand taking a hold of the sides of his pants, and, in one rough tug, ridding him of them. He was fairly certain he'd broken the button, zipper, and possibly stretched the belt, but that was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment.

"Looks like this part of you missed me." He reached out and tapped the leaking, dripping head of his erection, leaning forward just enough to lap at the head. "And this part..." His other hand went lower, dry fingers nudging at the other man's entrance a few times before he smiled, going into his coat and pulling out a little bottle of lube. "Can you tell I thought about you?" Eli took a moment to spread it on his fingers before he sunk two of them inside of Bryant. Roughly scissoring them in and out of him, he didn't waste any time getting his own pants open, not bothering with getting them off. "Did you wait for me?" He teased, pulling his fingers out and pushing his cock in just past the head. "Hm? Did you do anything else, or is this place still just mine?" He thrust in again just that tiny bit, torturing the both of them.

There had never been a time before where Bryant had been more aroused in his life than he was now, back arching with a cry torn from his lips as he felt the others fingers roughly slamming in an out of his entrance, whimpering pleas for the other to fuck him, his body needed it more than a dying man needed water to survive. A soft nod was given to the man's question about waiting for him, and it had been hell for him to do so, a week without sex was the worst torture in the world for him. "J-just my own f-f-fingers" His voice was barely able to be heard, lungs working overtime to bring fresh air into his body, only to roughly pant it back out in desperation. "Always fantasizing it was you, riding my ass and fucking it so hard" A soft whimper of the others name was thrown in for extra measure, desperately trying to pull the others cock into him further, tongue carefully toying with the expanse of the others neck before letting himself fall back onto the bed, completely looking the part of a desperate whore needing to be fucked so bad that it hurt.

"Mmmn...yes, such a good boy..." He hissed out, standing enough to crawl over him, nipping at the front of his chest, up his collar bone, across his neck, working his way to his lips, teasingly lingering just above their spit slicked surface until they brushed back and forth over each other. He'd never been a possesive man, not over anything but his company; his home, his possessions, his car, his money, none of it really mattered and he'd come to know that with a simple turn of a storm, a drop of the market, all of that could have easily been lost. For the first time, he felt that obsessive need over something else though, or rather, someone. Eli wanted Bryant all to himself.

The entire week that he'd been gone, he'd wondered if the other man had been as desperate as him, if he'd just gone off and gotten someone else to fuck him, if he'd just not cared at all. Of course, this and all that led up to it had easily answered his questions. Now, he just wanted to fuck Bryant so good he'd know he'd never be able to get satisfaction from anyone else. "Such a naughty boy..." He finally dragged him upward into a kiss, his hips finally sinking home the same moment that he invaded his mouth, filling him completely and utterly all at once in a single blow. He didn't give the other man the time to adjust, to get comfortable, no, no time for that, he immediately started to thrust, hard, the bed beneath Bryant shaking and creaking despite it's sturdy frame.

There was no word for the feeling that was currently overloading his mind and body, pleasurable shocks running from head to toe with each thrust that hit home inside of him. Sapphire eyes managed to wander onto the clock nearby the bed, silently realizing that they had been at this for over thirty minutes and neither of them had shown signs of slowing down. The sound of Eli's grunts, Bryant's literal sobs and cries for more accompanied by the sound of the bed slamming up agains the wall seemed to be the only sounds able to break the otherwise silent room. Tears welling themselves within his eyes, feeling a steady drip of precum falling from his erection with each delicious thrust, teeth gritting in an effort to quiet himself a little. Fingers roughly ran over the others recently unclothed chest, the sound that came from his lips sounding like a shrill shriek of pleasure each time his prostate was nailed. He knew that he was dangerously close to the edge, the heated feeling in the pit of his stomach increasing with each second as he managed to hold Eli's gaze with his own the entire time, realizing that this was more than just sex anymore.

Eli didn't want to admit it, he hated to admit it, but his mind had made itself up the moment his body had finally become far too much for him. No, it was before that, much before that. While he'd been away, every moment he'd thought of Bryant, of his body only at first, then more, of lying together after they'd done what they so enjoyed, he found himself wondering if he would have liked to eat at the places Eli ate while he was away, thinking over what he was doing at the time. He didn't know when the feelings had begun to evolve beyond the original hatred and lust, but they had, and rather quickly. Now, as he thrust repeatedly into the man beneath him, he cared whether he enjoyed it or not, and knew from the sounds and begging that he did. "Fuck, yes...Bryant...oh fuck..."

He almost whispered it, one hand between them, stroking Bryant with every thrust he gave, biting down on his lower lip, eyes only keeping with Bryant's out of sheer will. It was only a few more thrusts before he finally reached his end, his mind whirling in the insanity of their couplings, the same feeling he'd had since the first time it'd happened, that wonderful euphoria that not even drugs could emulate. Even without the pills, it still felt this good. His mind and body and voice and soul all seemed to find him at once and he came, crashing together and shouting Bryant's name, hand still moving as fast as he could manage over the other.

Bryant had thought that he was going to die, the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to take over his frame enough to knock the air out of him with each and every pleasurable tremor. His mind lost in that ever enjoyable sea of pleasure that overtook him each and every time he was with Eli, nails roughly dragging themselves down the expanse of his back as he felt himself being violently pushed over the edge with an earth shattering cry, "Fucckkk mee" The words that came from his lips seemed to come out without him even knowing it, body spasming violently as he spewed his cum all over his chest and stomach as well as Eli's, tears of euphoria falling down his cheeks, a whimper of loss managing to make itself known as he felt the others cock slip out of his stretched entrance. His legs managing to tangle themselves around Eli's waist as silent guarantee that he wouldn't be able to get up and leave, even if it was just so that he could go to the bathroom. A quick glance was given down to his erection, realizing that it was still very much hard and seemingly ready for another round after only a few minutes of recovery from his last release, than again he had been feeling that way as of late, constantly horny with no means of true satisfaction...perhaps something was actually wrong with him.

Eli was more than happy to climb into the bed, half on top of the other man, the odd, relaxed, almost groggy satisfaction of post sexual bliss. One hand had wandered and began to trace the other man's leg almost lovingly, chuckling softly at the oddly clingy move despite their usual, more callous way after sex. Of course, it'd always been more of Elijah's callous behavior, but that was beside the point. He didn't mind, no in the slightest. He was just about to see what the other would do if he'd tickled at the bottom of his foot when he felt rather the familiar thumping against his belly. "Hm? What's this?" He asked coyly, sitting up a little until he could almost see the entire bit of the other trapped between them.

"I know we've been apart near a week, Bryant, but you were getting off while I was gone, right?" He asked, perhaps a little more seriously. Sure, he would have been ready to go again, in about fifteen minutes, maybe. He would have been happy to, but...Bryant hadn't even stopped being hard. And they'd only just finished maybe..two minutes before. He reached between them, surprised, and a little impressed, sure, but it wasn't as though he was going to deny the other man any form of satisfaction he wanted. He might not have been able to keep fucking him at exactly this moment, but he'd be more than happy to find 'something' to keep him happy in the meantime.

Elijah played his fingers across the hard length, barely brushing, barely touching, just teasing at it as it jumped and jerked to be touched. "Hm?" He still expected his answer.

Of course, Bryant wasn't even sure just why he could still be hard after an orgasm like that, but his body seemed to be permenantly on fire and it didn't seem like it could be fully quenched that easily. "Yes, about ten times a day, maybe more" A soft whimper managed to pass through his lips as he felt the others fingers lightly loop themselves around his erection, chest practically heaving in and out with each breath that was taken. He really didn't want him to feel like he had some sort of obligation to get him off again, especially seeing as he seemed to be pretty much spent himself, but for some reason, he couldn't have told the other to stop his touches even if he really wanted to. His hips arched themselves off of the bed in a desperate attempt for more friction, all the while wondering just why it was that he had been constantly horny for the past week? It had been like he was a walking hard-on, constantly having to remove himself from meetings at work just so that he could go into the bathroom and jerk off yet again. "It's like...I'm constantly hornyy" His last word was drawn out a little due to a slight whimper that managed to voice itself, blonde locks that had once been slicked back now hanging fully in his gaze. Eyes seemed to roll back into his head as he felt the fire within his body become even more intense, this would be one of the better ways to die in his opinion, being fucked and sucked to death.

"Ten times?" Even he had to sound a little surprised about that, crawling up to his hands and knees, straddling the other man's legs so that when he leaned down, he came head to head with Bryant's lower bits, still holding him, hand almost cradling the member as though it were something delicately precious. Of course, this was all for the sake of teasing, Eli knew that Bryant liked to have things done the same way he did, fast and hard. Not that he'd ever admit to it. He leaned down and licked from base to head along the thick, throbbing vein on it's underside, sucking the bulging red tip into his mouth. "Mmm...still taste so good, baby, you sure you're not exaggerating?" Ten times a day...most men would have been flat on their backs, passed out after about...six, if they were lucky...and not porn stars.

Bryant didn't seem quite like the type to be...constantly horny. "You think about me while you were doing it?" Because yeah, he liked the ego boost, and he knew Bryant liked to admit to being the dirty little whore he was, only for Bryant. He licked him a few more times, savoring each sweep of his thick, long tongue as though he'd found some sweet delicacy, suddenly sinking down on him and swallowing him as deep as he could in to his mouth, tongue wriggling around the trapped cock. He sucked only ever so lightly, just enough to drive the other man up the wall.

Bryant would have loved it if he had actually just been exaggerating, but it was hard to think that when after about nine times he was still hard as a rock, and not to mention being sick of the way people seemed to use the 'happy to see me?' line on him because of it. "Yes, I'm sure...one time I counted twelve" A drawn out moan seemed to become caught in his throat as he felt Eli's tongue running over the tip of his cock, only to have the oversensitive tip being sucked on like his personal baby bottle. "Oh shit" His hands seemed to have wandered onto the other's head, lightly running his fingers through his hair in a caressing manner, he may have been incredibly horny, but not enough so to hurt the other with a harsh tug to his hair. "Nngh fuck yeah, almost every time!" The grip he had in the others hair seemed to tighten as he felt himself quickly losing control once again, whimpering each time he had him sucked almost down to the root in that sweet mouth of his.

His stomach had gotten a little bigger, but everyone had just shrugged it off as him working out or perhaps eating a little too much food and left it at that. "Oh god" a strangled moan managed to pass through his lips as he felt himself quickly losing control, not sure just how much of his other's beloved teasing he could take.

Eli had barely noticed the little pouch of his belly, but then again, it'd been awhile since he'd seen him, and right now, it wasn't exactly a priority on his mind. He reached under and wrapped his arms under the man's legs and over his hips, dragging him down the bed as he backed to the edge, mouth never leaving it's new little home. Almost crawling, he moved off the bed, down onto his knees on the floor, dragging the other man's legs over his shoulders so that he had no choice but to be absolutely buried in his mouth, quite the delicious little treat. He pulled his mouth back and moved down to lap at the sac that wound so tightly beneath the still cradled rod. "Almost?" He teased, sucking in the first one round orb and then the other, bringing them tight into his cheeks. Sucking and licking and lapping, he worked as best he could to please the other man.

His throat had grown quite sore from his neverending yelps, moans, groans and combinations of the three. He knew that there was no possible way that he'd be able to hold on much longer, Eli was just too good at what he was doing for him to even think of holding back. "The other times...I was so needy...it just came...without thought" His teeth took to nipping at his lower lip in an effort to squelch his cries, but the loud and guttural whine got through regardless, white strands flowing freely from the tip, running down the length in slow motion. In the back of his mind he was silently hoping that his erection had finally gone down and maybe now he could finally lay around and not feel the need to jerk off. A disappointed groan was heard as he looked down only to realize that it hadn't changed, the tip still just as red as ever and precum flowing freely from the slit, there was no way that he could keep up with this for much longer, and he was quite sure that this would only further puzzle Elijah...at least now he wouldn't think that he was simply overreacting about his little 'condition'

It was like...it was challenging him. Either challenging him or trying to seduce him, he wasn't sure, that swollen, red head still bobbing at the end, pulsing, beating, blowing him little cum covered kisses. Oh, he liked this challenge. Eli leaned forward and very tenderly lapped away every spare drop of cum off the other man until the rod of flesh stood proud again, nice and shiny clean. "Weren't kidding, were you, baby?" He asked, smiling slightly as he brought the other man's dick forward to kiss it directly on the tip before letting it go so it nearly slapped against Bryant's belly.

"Well, if you were going at it for seven days, ten times a day, sometimes more, I guess you know what you like now, huh?" He sat back on his knees, reaching up to stroke him insanely lightly, barely even touching at all.

His free hand moved to unbutton his own shirt, slipping out of it and leaving it where it landed, his pants soon to follow suite, body beginning to respond to everything again. "Why don't you tell me what you did while I was gone, hm?" He let him go, hands moving to his knees, which were currently crooked over his shoulders, rubbing upwards to his thighs and then higher to his hips, licking his lips as he memorized the feel of his skin and muscles and legs. "Or better yet, why don't you show me?" He grinned.

His eyes had practically become crossed as he felt the others tongue running over his very much aroused cock, cleaning off the cum that still clung to it, leaving it practically dripping in his saliva. A light blush seemed to cling to his cheeks as he listened to Eli asking him to show him just what he did while he was gone, he had never let anyone really watch him when it came to jerking off on his own, but he had been a virgin only a week ago so it was yet another new experience. Fingers running over the expanse of his neck before running over the bare skin of his chest, instinctively arching his back with a light whine. Those same fingers took to running themselves over his still stretched entrance, feeling the others cum seeping freely from the hole. roughly shoving three of his own fingers into it with a groan of satisfaction. His other hand taking to pumping up and down his length, the sound of frenzied hands coming in contact with skin enough to fill the room, fingers scissoring themselves in his entrance with a practiced feel to it, pulling loud moans from his lips, knowing that at this rate he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer...might as well give Elijah a little show while getting so much pleasure out of it.

Eli was quite enjoying the little show from his place on the floor, watching Bryant sink his own fingers inside hismelf and stroking as though he hadn't been touched in years rather than the truth, that they'd just awhile before coupled, then Bryant had been sucked off. "Well, my, my..." He murmured, reached down and digging about under the bed. "Such a beautiful picture." He smiled, leaned enough to get a taste of the other man, ignoring the hands that moved so desperately about, just enough to avoid them without getting a smack to his face. "Care to see the little present I got you while I was away, sweetie?" He asked, pulling out what looked just like a small black box, only big enough to fit perhaps a pair of nice loafers or crappy tennis shoes. "Or would you like to wait until you're done?"

He popped the lid open and slowly began to take out Bryant's 'presents', laying them out on the floor next to him. Several toys, different sizes and shapes, were lain out. One purple dildo, just the slightest bit smaller than Eli himself, though shaped like the real thing, including the vein that ran up the underside, another rather complex looking rabbit vibrator, thick, black, and long with a little bulge of rotating pearls near the base, several silver and black bullets with either remote controls or long wires out that led to a little control, a long, slimmer vibrator, simple, but with settings that could have mixed cake batter, and last but not least, a vibrating plug about the length of his hand with a firm base to keep it well in place. To say the least, he'd thought of him while he was gone. Oh, and how the thoughts had made him want to be home that much quicker.

"Getting these," He assured the other as he picked up a small bullet from the floor next to him, turning it on in the palm of his hands and letting the sounds of the suddenly lively device fill the room before he spoke again. "Was very hard. Between meeting, after work was done, when no one else was around. But I will admit," He held the egg between his fingers and reached over to run it up the length of the other man's hardness. "I can't wait to use them on you."

Bryant had been a little too far gone at first to realize just what the other had been saying, it wasn't until he had finally managed to open his eyes again that he noticed just what Eli had been talking about. Just thinking about all of the possibilities of the toys set out on the floor was enough to send him over the edge once again, crying out in a mixture of pain and unrefusable pleasure as he felt the other press one of the vibrating toys against his already sensitive organ, white strands coating his cock as well as a little that had splattered against his stomach. His eyes widening considerably when he realized that his status hadn't changed, he was quite sure that all of this would kill him in the end, but at the moment he couldn't help but think about the array of toys that had been gotten for him, or rather to be used on him. "Holy shit" His voice had become a little croaked, due to the fact that his throat was growing sore from all of the moans and downright screams that had been given lately. "You...are going to kill me" A soft chuckle was heard before he let the back of his head rest itself against the pillow, knowing full well that he wouldn't have much time to rest before Elijah would take advantage of his still hard state and try to 'help' him some more..perhaps Elijah liked to watch a little more than he'd like to admit.

Elijah just wanted to be helpful...right. Honestly, he hadn't exactly planned to spring all these new little toys on Bryant this quickly, he'd barely even thought of actually using them, parts of his mind still undecided before now about whether he'd just shove them to the back of all the garbage he'd piled up under his bed or actually pull them out. And even if he was going to use them, he'd planned on doing it slowly, on introducing the smallest things first, gauging reaction, then maybe, just maybe continuing with the rest gradually. Of course, once he'd found himself between Bryant's legs, watching the man desperately trying to bury his fingers deep enough in his ass to please himself, all of that had been shot out the window.

He smirked at the other man's comment, slowly drawing himself from between his legs and up on the bed, hand keeping that little egg roaming around the head and shaft of his cock, pulling himself up until he could kiss Bryant lightly on the top of his forehead. "I just want to make you feel good." He murmured, trailing down to his lips. "I want to be able to satisfy you." Even if it meant he had to use toys to do it, he wanted to be enough for Bryant. It sounded odd in his mind, but he ignored it and let his eyes wander down to the small oval inbetween his fingers. "Unless you want me to stop? Just tell me, and I'll put them all right back in the box, and we won't have to even think about them again." He smiled, naked and finally able to feel his partner's body pressed against his, even if only for the moment before he went to work between those delicious legs.

He wasn't exactly sure just what it was that he truly wanted, his brain becoming practically nonexistent for the time being, while his body took orders from the littler head. His eyes seemed to narrow as he felt the other press that vibrating toy against his erection, tearing a whimper of his name from his lips in the process. There was no other way to describe his movements than that of complete and utter desperation, practically begging the other to make the ache within his loins go away. Their relationship had taken a rather unexpected turn, each one practically craving the other like nothing else. "Please....don't stop" He knew that he wouldn't be able to handle much more of this, but he couldn't deny the twitching problem that was currently making itself known inbetween his thighs. "You...always satisfy me" He couldn't believe that something that heartfelt had come out of his mouth, instantly wondering just what Eli's reaction would be to such a blatant answer from him...he would never be able to live without him now.

Eli moaned, his entire body quivering for a few moments. Of all the things they'd done, of the hundreds of times they'd talked dirty, they begged and whined and cried and moaned, perhaps the most absolutely erotic, breath taking, dick hardening thing that'd ever left either of their mouths was that little heartfelt sentence. It was exactly what he'd wanted to hear, some sort of concrete evidence that Bryant was as fulfilled as he was in this. Elijah was fairly certain that he couldn't keep up as long as Bryant could, obvious from the past...what had it been? About an hour, longer? The man had needed time to recover, while Bryant was obviously still ready and rearing to go. It was really rather the pride stabber. But to know that he satisfied the man, even if it was only because he wanted more, was nice. He leaned over and kissed him, taking the toy as he climbed out of the bed again.

Rather the wicked smirk crossed his lips as he found himself once more between his legs, picking out his choice of toys. Three of the eggs were picked up, along with what looked like thick rubber bands, Eli looking all the part of a worker putting together a device, mechanical movements as he carefully strapped them in place on Bryant's dick, one at the base, another at the middle, and yet another just underneath the head of his erection, making sure they were snuggly in place before standing back up. The three wired remotes were places on Bryant's hip and as Eli positioned himself, hard again from all this play, he turned the first one at the base on, the pleasant hum from beneath the rubber band filling the room. He didn't bother with waiting for Bryant to adjust, turning on the second as he started to thrust. "Feel good?" He asked, leaning over him until they were face to face.

He couldn't really describe it, his hips thrusting up on their own accord, desperately trying to get more of the pleasant vibrations coarsing against his erection while also trying to slow down the over-sensitizing actions at the same time. Eyes crossed while a bit of spit had collected at the side of his mouth, unintelligible whines of being overpleasured flowing freely from his lips. Tears lightly streaming down his face as visible shivers ran over the length of his frame with each passing second, a feeble nod of his head given in answer to the others question before his arms went back to wrapping themselves around his neck for dear life, managing to high pitched cry to be heard each time the other was buried in him balls deep. A steady stream of pre-cum falling from the tip of his erection, the look of his current pleasurable turmoil a rather erotic sight for most, indeed.
He chuckled, watching his face as it twisted and contorted in pleasure, wringing out every ounce of it from the other man that he could, striving to hit as deep as he could, as hard as he could, as many times as he could. He couldn't help it, he wanted more of him, all of him, all at once, but never ending. His hips snapped forward each time, that sweet vibration apparently giving Bryant what he needed, and plenty of it. It was an almost...endearing expression he wore, one of such complete and utter abandon, near animalistic, wild pleasure. It was...well...cute. So he kept it up, thrusting with no regard for either of their bodies, sure they'd both be bruised by the following day, but not caring in the slightest, hand clinging to his hips and body pressing so tightly to his that it felt as though they were trying to melt together.

"So good, Bryant..." He muttered against his ear. His fingers held in place the little remotes, tapping against the third one almost teasingly. "Want more, baby?" He bit the side of his neck. "I can give you more..." He spoke against his skin in a rough and ragged whisper.

Bryant wasn't quite sure if his body could take anymore of that delicious vibration, but before he could even take the time out to reason it all a desperate nod and whine was given as an answer to the others question. Fingers digging themselves into the others skin almost to the point of bleeding, managing somehow in the back of his mind to let up before blood could be drawn. Lips desperately pressing themselves against Eli's in an attempt to squelch his cries, sapphire eyes somehow managing to hold onto his own gaze through it all. There was no other word capable of describing just what it was he was feeling other than complete and utter euphoria, but there was one thing that he seemed to know that he was trying his hardest to deny...he was starting to love Elijah and that could never end good for him when all was said and done.

Elijah kept pushing into him, burying himself over and over again until he couldn't stand it anymore, fingers still ticking about the small remotes at the other hips as though it were something of a toy and entertainment rather than the oversensetizing pleasure devices that were wrapped around his lovers dick. Lover? Was that what they were? Could they really be called that? Eli wasn't sure. He knew that there was something, something lingering just past the hatred that still boiled and bubbled at a steady simmer in the back of his mind, something that turned him on every time he thought of Bryant, that gave him enough constitution to actually go out and buy these rather embarassing toys, and to use them, that made him want to make keep this on. But he wasn't willing to call it love. No, he wasn't able to call it that.

He still wanted to hate this man whose hands were nearly digging into his back as he pounded him into the matress and almost writhed above him. His hand finally gave that slip and the lever on the little box fell upwards, flicking on the final of the three devices, starting off soft before growing in rather the grand cresendo of movement to be the most violently vibrating one, moving against the underside of the other man's cock as though it strove to work it's way in.

Almost everything had managed to go black, followed by a ton tiny white circles that flashed repeatedly behind his eyes. The surge of unresolved pleasure quickly coming to a boil beneath his skin, a keening wail managing to pass through his lips as he felt the vibrations send the white fluid that came out of his cock splattering itself all over the others chest and stomach, continuing it's mess for minutes on end as he was left shaking and shivering in pure bliss. Eyes practically rolling themselves back into his skull as he finally felt the aftershocks leaving his body, the once incredibly hard shaft had finally managed to deflate...for the time being at least. "Holy....shit" His voice was hoarse, probably from all of the screaming that had taken place over the past hour or so, the only thing that was certain was that he'd end up leaving once again in a matter of hours, after they had had their fun they had always went their seperate ways...and most likely nothing was going to change that.

Somewhere in the midst of Bryant's rather...overwhelming orgasm, Elijah found his own, biting down on his tongue as he came to keep from outright yelling, hands clenching in the sheets tightly enough to rip them, entire body going rigid as he felt his own essence suddenly leave him and surround him inside the other man's body, Bryant's just as quickly drenching his chest and belly and just about anything over him. Panting as he finished, the body around him still twitching and gyrating against his own, he made sure to reach over and turn off the toys he'd so recently acquired. "No kidding..." He muttered, falling back to sit, his legs going to either side of Bryant so that he could stay inside as long as possible, forcing Bryant's legs around him so Eli wouldn't tip back off the bed. Last thing they needed at the end of such a euphoric session was to end with a concussion.

Almost tenderly, he reached forward and removed the bands and eggs from Bryant's finally relaxed cock, smiling as he dropped them off the bed behind him, making a mental note to remember to wash them properly. Later. When his legs and arms and mind felt like working again. Right now, definately not. Feeling himself soften to the point that he could no longer stay inside of Bryant, he pulled out and moved until he lay on his back next to him. One hand dragged along his cum spattered torso, watching it drip from his fingers as he shook his head. "If it's that bad..." He murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips, taking a tentative taste before slowly licking them clean. "I'll have to satisfy you more often."