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Elijah was tapping away on his phone with one hand while his other hand rested behind his head. He looked almost bored, laying completely nude while Leo straddled him and struggled to line himself up. Leo was pale, shaking, beads of sweat dripping down his face even though they had barely done anything yet.
Eventually, Elijah sighed and without looking up said, “You know there’s a much easier way to get what you want, right?”
Leo let out a noise of frustration, sitting back on Elijah’s thighs and looking up in annoyance. “I already told you I don’t have any fucking money!”
“But your daddy does,” Elijah said, a teasing edge to his voice. “Why not just ask him?”
“Don’t fucking talk about my dad while we’re — while we’re — whatever the fuck it is we’re doing!” Leo snapped, his fingers clenching onto Elijah’s thighs. “Besides, he cut me off last week. Again. Changed the locks on his doors and everything. And that — that fucking android of his won’t let me get anywhere near him!”
Elijah finally flicked his eyes up to look at the mess of a man sitting on him. His voice and body were trembling, and there was a wild yet unfocused look in his eye as he stared somewhere beyond Elijah.
Eventually, Leo locked eyes with him and begged, “Please. I’ll do whatever you want. I-I really need more, please.”
“Alright,” Elijah said softly, finishing one last text before setting his phone aside. “Get to work, then.”
Leo grit his teeth and raised himself up to his knees once again. He coated his hand with more lube and jacked Elijah off for a minute to get him fully hard again. He lined himself up but then hesitated.
“Why can’t I just blow you like last time?” he asked, looking up at Elijah with a sudden, panicked look on his colorless face.
“You can either do what I say and get what you want, or you can leave.”
Leo knew he only had one choice. He looked up at the ceiling and with one last shuddering breath, he lowered himself.
There wasn’t much of a stretch, at least, not as bad as a stretch as it had been when Leo was with some other men. But Elijah was long. He expected it, remembering the last time they had been together when his throat had been sore for days after. This time, it felt like hours for Elijah to get fully sheathed inside him.
By the time Leo’s ass met Elijah’s groin, his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. Elijah spotted a tear leaking out of the side of his eye. When Leo gave himself no time to adjust and began raising himself again, Elijah sat up and stilled him by grasping his hips.
“Relax, Leo,” he commanded softly. He ran his hands up and down Leo’s thighs, frowning at his soft dick. “Relax,” he said again, feeling Leo clench around him when he started jerking him slowly.
Leo let out a low, broken noise, looking at Elijah in confusion.
“I want you to get yourself off first.”
Leo’s eyebrows shot up. Elijah had never cared about whether or not he finished in the past. He opened his mouth to question him, but Elijah spoke again.
“If you get yourself off first, and then get me off, I’ll give you a little extra.”
Something in Leo’s eyes lit up. He shifted himself in Elijah’s lap, breathless as Elijah’s hand worked up and down. He breathed out a hopeful, “Really?”
Elijah nodded, then grabbed Leo’s hand and put it on his dick. He leaned back with his hands behind his head, a little smirk on his face, ready to watch the show.
After a few deep breaths, Leo braced his free hand behind him on Elijah’s thigh and he began jerking himself with his other hand. He was moving his hips slowly, trying to figure out a rhythm. Elijah watched him with half-lidded eyes as he started to move a little faster, moving up and down like it was mechanical.
Leo was still only half-hard when, on one particular bounce angled just right, he let out a choked moan and his body shuddered. He started moving quickly after that, rolling his hips up and down and angling himself so that on every down thrust, he hit that sweet spot. His dick became fully hard as he jerked himself faster, a knit forming between his eyebrows while his rhythm became sloppy.
Elijah was still watching him with that little smile on his face. He was doing nothing to help Leo in his endeavors, just laying back quietly with quickened breath, his hips occasionally twitching upwards.
“I-I’m close,” Leo panted out. His ass was repeatedly slapping down against Elijah, his hand moving in a blur to jerk himself off.
He looked up to make eye contact with Elijah, who raised an eyebrow at him. For whatever reason, that was enough to make Leo’s hips stutter and shake, and his seed splattered all over Elijah’s stomach.
Elijah let him catch his breath for a few moments before letting out a dramatic sigh, shifting his hips to remind Leo of the second half of their deal.
Leo shot him a glare, but it was short-lived. He shifted forward, planting his hands on Elijah’s chest and taking in a few more deep breaths before beginning to roll his hips again. He was letting out little whimpers and he looked beyond wrecked, clearly overstimulated. Elijah leaned forward and hooked a finger under his chin so that the younger man was looking right at him, their faces only a few inches away.
Leo looked on the verge of tears, his eyes glossed over and his face pinched up. His legs were shaking as he moved as fast as he could, and Elijah finally took pity on him. He grabbed Leo’s hips and began thrusting up into him brutally. The sounds of skin slapping on skin mixed in with Leo’s broken noises and Elijah’s quiet grunts echoed in the room.
Finally, Elijah slammed up into him one last time and released himself into the exhausted man. He rubbed his hands up and down Leo’s sides gently while they caught their breath. Leo had nearly collapsed on top of him, taking deep, shuddering breaths while his head rested on Elijah’s shoulder.
Eventually, Elijah tapped his thigh so that he rolled off of him. Before Leo had the chance to open his mouth again, Elijah stepped out of the room and returned in a robe, a small glass plate in his hand. Leo perked up, his mouth watering while Elijah took his time arranging four neat lines of powder on the plate.
Elijah snorted up two of the lines first before holding the plate in front of Leo’s face. “These are on the house.”
“Fuck, yes,” Leo exclaimed, scrambling to sit up and wasting no time leaning down and snorting up the other two lines. “Fuck,” he said again, laying back down on the bed as the rush immediately went to his head. The headache he had the whole time from withdrawal was finally dampened.
He opened his eyes again when he felt something hit his stomach. Elijah had given him two small bags of powder, double what he would normally get.
“Y’know, I think I prefer this method of payment over cash,” Elijah said, looking down at Leo with a lingering hungry look in his eye.
As Leo basked in the afterglow of his orgasm and felt the comforting buzz in his head, he smiled. He couldn’t agree more.