(Warning: More Mature Content.}
Elian's POV
*****
The burn when Axel plunged into him should have hurt more.
But instead, it anchored Elian in a new kind of reality. One where nothing existed except the thick pressure stretching him open and the slow, determined slide of Axel filling him inch by inch.
"F–Fuck..." He choked, his voice a cracked whimper. "You're... Inside me."
Axel leaned down, brushing their sweaty foreheads together. His voice was smooth and teasing. "You're so tight... You feel like heaven."
Elian moaned, clutching Axel's shoulders with shaking hands. It felt too much. Too full — Too perfect.
Every inch that pushed inside him stole his breath and replaced it with heat that threatened to consume them both. And when Axel finally straightened his spine, his hips flush against his ass, Elian's back arched like a string pulled too tight.
He had never been this open before.
[Host's physical response is currently off the charts. Emotional core destabilised.]
