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slipping down lower, tested the natural resistance of his opening. Yet even as Gage stroked there, his
lips followed down Alexis' thighs, tasting and lapping at the sensitive skin.
All Gage's movements remained unhurried and seemingly determined to make Alexis' brain melt into
goo to slide out his ears from the pleasure. Then the fingers slid into him, one by one and each just as
gently inserted as the first, stroking in all the right places and there quickly came a point where Alexis
could remember only one name and it wasn't his own.
Then... only then did Gage finally slide his fingers free, reaching for the bottle on the side stand for
more lube to slick himself before gathering Alexis' legs over his arms, pressing them back toward
Alexis' chest and lining himself up.
"Elfling," he murmured gently, mouth wet, panting and looking a little desperate. "Are you ready?"
Alexis reached with a shaking hand to stroke his fingertips along one strong jaw and murmured
mindlessly, "I've been waiting a long time for you, haven't I?"
"But we finally found each other," Gage said softly, cheek tilting into the touch and then he drew a
quick deep breath then leaned and Alexis grabbed the bed sheets tight as he gasped.
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Gentle nudge after gentle nudge and Gage sank slowly deeper and deeper in, while Alexis could do
nothing but breathe along with the rhythm, making both complaining and impatient noises, and push
to open himself up to receive his lover. He gasped as they crossed the half way point, feeling full,
heaviness settling deep in his lower back, that quiet ache of pain rising a little now.
"Ah!" he gasped, clenching his knees about Gage's hips, lifting his legs a little more, hands clutching
reflexively at the blankets as he arched his back. "Gage...!"
And with a small, final thrust, they were fully joined, Gage bowing his head to pant into Alexis'
shoulder in the struggle to regain his composure. Skin to skin they pressed against each other, tense
and waiting and anticipation sang in Alexis' blood, how could he not shift?
How could he not shake and reach and demand, "Move, dammit."
Gage choked out a laugh and slowly, gently withdrew before lunging slowly back in and
breathlessly "A... Alexis, love."
But Alexis had cried out, drowning the words and couldn't think, too shocked to be joined like this
but eventually, it could have been moments or minutes, he managed, "You're mine. I'm yours but
you're mine."
"Yes," Gage murmured back gently, beginning to set an excruciatingly slow pace; fully in and then
almost all the way out... but then he withdrew slowly then suddenly slammed back in.
A scream rent the air, and Alexis realised afterward it had been his.
"Mine," Gage hissed; thrust, withdrew. "Yours," back in. Joined.
Alexis couldn't breathe, only release the sheets and cling to his lover, curling his back and lifting his
hips up to receive each push and let his mind shatter because there was no other way.
Gage groaned as he kept the rhythm, as though just maintaining the movements was killing him,
eyes slipping half-way shut with pleasure, mouth going a little slack. He bent and licked at a
collarbone once, lips curving a little in an awe-filled and pleasured smile.
Alexis stared, amazed and captivated, moving up as they slid into each other once more and "Oh
my God, there," he could have sworn his eyes rolled up in his head.
"Elfing, you're perfect," Gage murmured, pleased. He focused now, angling himself so he kept hitting
that spot inside Alexis that scattered all remaining coherency, throat choking out the most pleasured
sounds. He leaned into a few of the thrusts, pressing down enough to reach Alexis' lips with his own,
kidding deeply.
The pleasure wound together, rising, coiling, higher and higher, and tighter and tighter. Alexis
panted, barely keeping pace, trying to keep up because he was rising up that mountain of pleasure,
cresting the peak and then for a suspended breathless moment he stared into Gage's eyes, saw the
warmth returned there... and then he fell.
He came crashing down, pleasure drowning everything out, a shout tearing free from his through it
was just so good.
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Collapse. White buzz filled brain, tingling nerves and sated body. Muscles tired and lungs burning,
quivering and panting still, Alexis let himself go boneless.
Gage crumpled atop him, angling to one shoulder to keep the weight a little off him, warm and wet,
panting just as heavily. Fingers reached for his and their hands intertwined, and it seemed so very
natural to turn his head and trade sloppy, relaxed kisses. There burned something in those kisses;
something bright and wonderful.
"Stay," he whispered when the kiss broke.
"Stay," Gage asked back, arms tightening a moment before loosing but it was just so he could pull
carefully out and settle into Alexis' side. Alexis would have frowned at that answer but then he softly
answered, "Always."
"Home," Alexis whispered, earning a startled and happy smile from his lover and wrapped up in
loving arms, he fell asleep.
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Epilogue
It was a week later over pre-dinner drinks at a dinner party, standing with Kazuhi and Ian and their
wineglasses in hand, that Alexis' world tilted on its axis.
He hadn't noticed the whispers but he had noticed Kazuhi tensing, eye darting to one side and mouth
thinning. The looks thrown his way had also gone unnoticed, and those busybodies trying to stir up
trouble by coming over and smashing it in his face were intercepted by a few of Gage's family and
friends. Alexis remained oblivious for only so long, however, because the central figure to the entire
disaster himself came strolling up and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Good evening, son."
"Father," Alexis murmured politely, fingers tightening around his glass, his breath holding a moment
at the same time as all those within a twenty metre radius. He didn't want to say the man looked
well, not as a standard greeting even, because he knew Jonathan Grayson had recently become
involved in legal proceedings in a fight to keep his shares and position in the family company. They
couldn't discuss the weather; that was just mundane talk and a waste of time which they both
hated. He settled for returning the original greeting, "Good evening."
"Do you have a moment to talk?" Jonathan asked calmly, his fake smile mask in place. The tone
wasn't quite a request, despite the words, and neither was it an order. Detachedly, Alexis identified it
as a kind of guide, a tone the father used to prompt his son to obey him yet spoken with words
meant to sound as though it were a request... to subtly suggest that perhaps they were on equal
footing.
Which they were not.
"Of course." Alexis hesitated then said, "Perhaps after dinner, if that would suit you?" A parry; a
polite response and difficult to argue with. Could be a quiet, public appearance answer or meant
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