Sweat dripped along Alexei's temples, sliding down on Elijah's neck.
The gleam reminded the boy of when they were on the shore, meeting the great elder.
The sight filled him with deep satisfaction.
It felt as if he were defying fate itself — the elders, the deities, all who had tried to keep his precious treasure hidden from him.
Away from me?
Alexei chortled. A deep, sexy laugh drilled into the exorcist's red ears, sending his mind into a trance.
"Elijah, what am I doing?"
When the confused exorcist merely blinked up at the young master with his wide innocent eyes, he plunged to the hilt, hitting the sensitive prostate.
"What, baby? What am I doing to you?" he patiently asked, but the movements of his hips weren't calm at all.
"F-fucking me," Elijah said, as if those words burned him.
Perhaps, for someone as holy as him, they indeed did.
And it was exactly that delicious shyness that drove Alexei up the wall of his sanity.
