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I stare at him in surprise, my heart skipping a beat. It takes a moment for what he just called me to sink in. He gave me a pet name to match the one I came up with for him, and it’s—
Light of my Dawn.
Elation blossoms, fluttering in my chest.
“You’ve never calledmethe Light of your Dawn,” Caelan comments facetiously, and I giggle. The interjection is a welcome distraction from my heart being about to burst.
Elias presses a kiss to my forehead, then lifts me by the waist. “Pardon me a moment, darling,” he mutters, rolling me over and placing me back down on his other side. I yelp, bewildered, but Elias’ intentions become immediately obvious as he straddles Caelan and kisses him thoroughly as well.
The kiss is intense, every bit as passionate as the one I shared with Caelan. Passion, heat, and something primal, yet somehow still caring despite all that.
“Okay. Wow.” Caelan lets out a breathe when Elias finally lets him up for air, flustered.
“I need to thank you too,” Elias says, with a quiet genuineness I don’t think I’ve ever heard him direct at Caelan. “For saving her, yes. But also, for staying through all my mistakes.”
Caelan’s never heard it before either, and he looks utterly lost for words for once. Eventually, face red, he splutters, shoving Elias off him.
“You’re getting soft,” he grumbles. But the complaint is blatantly nothing more than an attempt to save face, and all of us know it.
I curl my arm beneath my head and laugh at the two of them. They’ve come far as well. When we first met, they didn’t even really consider themselves ‘together’ so much as just fuck buddies. I suppose they said that. That they work better together with another partner to even out their more antagonistic sides. To be their counterbalance.
I’m so happy to be that for them.
For all Caelan’s grouching, he doesn’t complain too much when Elias keeps kissing him. He seems to be very interested in kissing back and undoing Elias’ shirt.
“Um…”
Caelan grins wickedly at me. “Want to watch us fuck?”
“I, uh. That’s… I mean, you don’t—”
He laughs at how flustered I am.
“Caelan,” Elias admonishes. Yet he doesn’t stop kissing along the column of Caelan’s neck. Caelan’s head tilts back, his eyes half-shut. He wraps his legs around Elias’ hips, grinding against him.
I squirm. I kind of want in, I’ll admit, if this is how things are going now. But just being able to watch them and appreciate it is kind of hot. And this feels like it should be their moment. This is probably the closest either of them has come to being genuine about their feelings.
Soft contentment of the recent conversation aside, I’m still kind of shaken. I crave affection, but honestly, maybe sex is a little much while I’m still coming to terms with the corruption of my soul and all.
So. Just watching is perfect.
Watching Elias and Caelan’s hands grasping at each other, pulling away their clothes, gripping at hair, Caelan yanking Elias’ head back to bite at his throat. The low groans as Elias takes hold of Caelan’s cock and strokes them together, quickly growing rough and needy.
Watching the way they move together as Elias fucks Caelan, the snap of his hips, the arch of Caelan’s back. The push and pull of it, how Caelan flips their positions, pins Elias down and rides him hard, then Elias takes back control by thrusting up into Caelan and disrupting his rhythm in a way that makes Caelan’s eyes roll back.
Caelan’s kisses are harsh and biting, and his nails visibly claw red gashes into Elias’ pale skin. Yet Elias doesn’t return the violence. He just keeps fucking Caelan steadily, firm, and insistent but not harsh, until Caelan wears himself out.
“I’m still pissed at you,” Caelan mutters, even as he moans lowly.
“You have every right to be.”
“Don’t think I’m gonna forgive you just ’cause you’re sorry and you fuck me good.”
“Understandable.”
Caelan snarls in irritation. “Stop making me want to stop being mad!”
Elias smiles, then drags Caelan back in to kiss him again.
