Chapter 27: All of You, All of Me
The room was thick with warmth, the kind that seeps into your skin and settles into your bones.
The storm had passed. Outside, the sky held the bruised color of dawn—but inside, there was only candlelight, golden and low, dancing shadows across the wall.
Elián lay against the pillows, flushed, breath shallow, lips parted slightly. His eyes followed Kairo as he returned from the bathroom, shirtless, towel slung over his shoulder, chest damp with the remnants of steam and want.
Their eyes met.
Something unspoken moved between them. Not lust alone—need.
"I can feel you watching me," Kairo murmured, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.
"You're hard not to look at," Elián replied, voice husky.
Kairo crossed the room and crawled into the bed, slow and deliberate, like a predator approaching its willing prey. His fingers trailed up Elián's bare thigh, the touch featherlight.
"You were right," Kairo said quietly, lips brushing the curve of Elián's ear. "We're different now. And I don't want to hold back anymore. Not with you."
Elián reached for him, fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Then don't."
Kairo hovered above him, their faces barely inches apart.
"But I need to ask again. Are you sure you want this?"
"I'm sure," Elián whispered. "I want all of you. The way you love. The way you ache. Even the way you tremble."
Kairo kissed him then—not soft this time, but deep. Desperate. A kiss that devoured.
Elián moaned into his mouth, arching up to press their bodies together. Bare skin met bare skin. Heat to heat. Want to want.
Kairo's hand slid between them, fingers wrapping around Elián, stroking slow and steady. Elián gasped, burying his face in Kairo's neck, hips bucking into the rhythm.
"You're beautiful like this," Kairo said, voice dark and reverent. "Completely undone."
"Don't stop," Elián breathed.
Kairo didn't. He kissed his way down Elián's chest, tongue flicking over sensitive skin, worshipping every part of him. And when Elián reached down to tangle his fingers in Kairo's hair, urging him lower, Kairo gave in—letting himself taste him, love him with mouth and hands until Elián was panting, writhing, begging.
When he finally pulled away, Elián looked dazed, already lost in the waves of pleasure.
Kairo returned to him, kissed his lips, and whispered, "I want to be inside you."
Elián's breath hitched. "Then take me."
Kairo reached into the drawer, retrieving the bottle of lube he'd placed there earlier—just in case. His hands were gentle, patient, preparing Elián with slow circles and deep kisses. He watched every reaction, every twitch, every sigh.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
"Yes," Elián whispered, "you're okay."
Kairo pressed forward, guiding himself into him with aching slowness. Elián's back arched, nails digging into Kairo's shoulders, breath stuttering.
They moved together—slow, deep, intense.
Every thrust was deliberate, every touch sacred.
Kairo cradled Elián's face in his hands as they made love, whispering soft apologies and sacred promises with each movement. "You're mine," he breathed. "Only mine."
Elián nodded, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.
"Yes… always."
Their bodies tangled like they were made for each other. Elián wrapped his legs around Kairo's waist, pulling him deeper. Kairo's hands trembled against his skin, struggling to hold back. He didn't want to rush. He didn't want to waste a single second of this.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room—soft, rhythmic, almost musical.
When release came, it wasn't loud. It wasn't violent.
It was a slow explosion—a breathtaking unraveling.
They clung to each other through it, shaking and gasping, hearts thundering.
Kairo collapsed beside him, pulling Elián into his arms, kissing his temple.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
Elián nodded, smiling. "I've never felt safer."
Kairo let out a shaky breath, fingers brushing through Elián's hair. "Thank you… for trusting me with your body. Your heart."
"You earned it," Elián said. "You fought for it. And now… I'm yours."
Kairo kissed him again—tender, slow, lingering.
And then, they curled into each other, tangled in the sheets and each other's scent, falling asleep with hearts open and walls broken down.
The night had rewritten them both.
Not just as lovers.
But as something deeper—soulmates carved from ruin and rebirth.
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End of Chapter 27.