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He watched her walk back out to her room, towel wrapped around her torso and another wrapped in her hair.
Her ass swayed gently and the way her body moved showed an air of carefreeness that made his heart sing.
Following her in, he observed her sit on her bed with her legs stretched in front of her, towel falling to the side a bit.
"After bath rituals?" He asked and she nodded. "Lotion," she whispered tentatively, motioning to the dresser across from her bed.
He moved slowly to the area she'd pointed towards, taking his time to carefully lift the lotions that lay there. He smiled small when he noticed a jar of scar cream.
Choosing a scent and taking the cream, he sat between her legs and leaned in to kiss her. Her hands fell to his towel and pushed it to the side and he smiled doing the same to her.
"Is this okay?" He whispered, holding up the small jar.
She nodded, tearing filling her eyes and leaning in to kiss him.
He took great care and gentleness as he layered the cream on all of her afflicted areas, pressing soft kisses to each spot before application.
"I'll always do this for you, but I'll always remind you you don't need it," he said as he started on the long scar that led from her belly to her mound, kneeling forward to kiss it.
Her hands covered the back of his head gently, rubbing the back of his head in admiration. "When did you become so sweet?"
Looking up at her with a shit eating grin, he kissed her clit softly. "Always have been."
She chuckled softly and cupped his cheek and whispered and "I love you."
When he'd finished applying the cream, he knelt back and lifted her regular lotion, scooting back so he could lotion her legs and feet, taking the time to massage them slowly and diligently.
Her soft moans of pain and pleasure filled the air as he worked his hands up to her thighs, running the length of her thigh crease as he moved back to her hips and waist.
The pressure from his fingers was softer there, and she let out a quiet giggle when he hit a particularly ticklish spot.
"Turn over," he whispered and she obliged, no questions asked.
"Get comfy," he instructed, straddling the back of her legs, his heavy and hard cock resting on the length of the divide in her ass.
"I might fall asleep," she laughed softly and he nodded. "That's alright baby. Just relax okay?"
She nodded into her pillow as he began his massage, working every inch of her tight and sore muscles for a while before she began to thrust gently into the bed, desperate for any type of relief on her throbbing clit.
He grinned to himself and moved down, positioning himself between her legs with his mouth and spreading them.
"Oh…" she moaned when his tongue entered her slowly.
"This is okay?" He whispered, "I want take care of you."
"Mhm," she moaned softly. "More than okay, El," she whined.
"Kneel?" He asked, and she did as she was told. He positioned himself on his back under her warm and dripping center.
"Sit up," he instructed, but she shook her head. "I'll hurt you."
"You won't. Sit up? Please?"
She did as he asked, and he hooked his arms around her legs and closed his mouth on her clit.
"Oh," she gasped at the new found sensation this angle provided her.
"Like that?" He whispered and she nodded as he plunged his tongue deep inside of her, his movements allowing his nose to knock at her clit in a repetitive motion.
"El… yes babe…" she gasped, gently rocking her hips above him.
He switched his tongue out for his fingers and pumped slowly while he swirled her clit in tune with her rocking.
Her hands flew to his head and she gasped. "Baby that feels… god that feels incredible," she moaned softly, the pace of her hips increasing.
"Don't stop," she chanted quietly. "Please don't stop El ohmygod," she gasped as he sucked her sensitive bud. "Oh my god yes El… yes baby… I need you…." She moaned as she approached her orgasm.
"Let me make you cum first," he whispered into her slit and she nodded, moving her hips faster as she reached her explosion.
"YES EL!" She cried a little louder than she intended to, arching her back and losing her balance a bit.
His free hand flew to her hip to steady her, but she fell back a little anyways, bracing herself on her arms with a satiated gasp and moan.
They heard Noah's door open and El chuckled. "Way to go, Mama."
"Not my fault you're a fucking magician," she moaned, trying to get her breathing under control.
They sprang into action, getting clothes on before looking at each other panicked, realizing this wasn't how Noah knew them to be, in bed for a sleep over.
"Mom?" Noah called sleepily, and she went to the door, ushering El to sit on the edge of her bed.
She opened it slowly and sunk to his level. "Hi baby… I'm sorry you okay? El and I were just telling stories and laughing, I didn't mean to yell."
He nodded and hugged her. "Just wanted to make sure you're okay," he yawned.
"Told you bud, take the night off I got this," he smiled, remaining seated with his hands on his lap to cover his painful erection.
"Are you sleeping over, El?"
"Only if that's okay with you?" He asked the little boy, who nodded and went over to the bed to hug onto the older man.
"Super okay. Can we hang tomorrow? I've missed you."
Liv's heart melted and Elliot nodded. "Absolutely, bud, we can see if Eli is free too?"
"Please," he smiled and nodded yawning. "Will you take me back to bed?"
Liv had to her hide her smile and laugh, but El nodded. "Sure bud," he smiled, motioning for him to get up.
He quickly adjusted himself and fixed his shirt to hang lower before following the boy to his room.
Crawling up and snuggling in, Noah looked up at Elliot who sat on the edge of his bed.
"You love my mom?" He asked him softly and Elliot nodded, a little taken off guard but happy that his love's boy was so open and trusting of him.
"I do love your mom… so much."
"And you love me?"
"Like one of my own."
"And you'd love me no matter what?"
"What are you getting at?" He asked him gently, laying beside him with his arm under his own head and the other between them.
"Even if I told you I was bi?"
El smiled small, his heart swelling with pride that Noah felt so comfortable with him so fast. "Are you?"
He nodded slowly. "Is that okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" He asked him softly, reaching for his hand, which Noah grasped tightly.
"Uh well…" he paused, and El felt his hand start to get sweaty.
He grew concerned and his face must have shown it, because Noah softened and relaxed ever so slightly at the love that etched on his face.
"My friend at school um… goes by they/them and they were telling me that their step dad doesn't really like it and um… I just wanna make sure if you love my mom that you love me too, no matter what. Cause uh I love you and my friend loved their step dad until now so it's just uh… I just been thinking about it. I don't know if... you and mom will get to that point but I just wanna make sure cause I hope it will."
"Noah Benson," he whispered, pulling him in close for a hug. "I love you no matter what, and you can always count on me. I'm sorry your friend is going through that with their step dad, but that's not something you ever have to worry about with me."
Noah curled into the older man's chest and nodded quickly, breathing out a sigh of relief and blinking away tears from his eyes.
"Thank you, El," he nodded.
"You don't have to thank me. Whether you choose to love boys or girls, I'll always love you and support all of your choices, except one."
Tilting his head back to look up at him, the young boy held his breath at the seriousness in Elliot's face. "No son of mine will be a Giants or Yankees fan."
Released his breath in a hearty laugh, he crashed into him again for another tight hug. "Don't worry, Mom has raised me as a Jets and Mets guy."
El smiled and kissed his head. "I'm glad. You know where she got that from don't you?"
"You?"
"I think it's the only thing she ever cracked on with me," he said with a laugh and Noah giggled, yawning.
"Alright buddy… it's 2am and you need to sleep. I'll see you in the morning okay? I love you. Thank you for sharing that with me and being yourself. More kids and adults need to be like you."
"Thanks El," he said hugging him one more time before rolling on his stomach and getting comfy.
He stood and kissed his head. "Love you buddy. Night."
"Love you, too, El," he smiled, closing his eyes as he walked to the door.
"Door open or shut?"
"Cracked, please."
"Aye aye my little captain."
Cracking the door, he turned around and almost ran into Liv who had tears in her eyes.
"Baby," he whispered, putting a hand on her cheek and the other on her waist.
"I want to forget a lot about the last 72 hours, but as long as I live I hope I never forget that conversation," she whispered, leaning into his hand as her tears spilled.
"Oh Liv," he whispered with a small smile, pulling her close to his chest. "Meant it all… I love you. Both of you."
"I love you," she said into his chest. "Make love to me?"
"Please," he whispered, dropping his hands down to her ass and lifting her up.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he kissed her lovingly as he brought them back to her room and her bed, laying her down and climbing over her.
"Door," she whispered and he chuckled nodding. "Mhm," he said, getting up to shut and lock the door before returning to his spot between her legs.
His lips dueled with hers in fiery and passionate kisses that trailed down her jaw and neck, and then to the spot behind her ear.
Grasping at his shirt and hard muscles, she pushed it upwards and he sat up long enough to discard it to the side.
He'd come back to life between them and, and her hands found their way there next, sneaking under his sweat pants and pushing them down as far as she could.
Kneeling up and breaking the nibbling he was doing against her neck, he pushed his sweats down and moved to the head of the bed, leaning against her pillows and headboard.
She knelt up herself, removing her shirt and then her leggings before climbing to straddle his lap and reattaching their lips to one another.
His hands moved to her ass and lifted her, positioning her over him while she held his cock steady and slid down.
"Fuck," he mumbled once he was fully encased in her already clenching heat.
Her head fell to his shoulder, and began intimately kissing his neck and cheek as she slowly rocked her hips.
One hand slid up her back, holding her torso flush to his, while the other remained on her ass to aid the movement and speed of her hips.
"I love you… I love that you love my son and accept him," she whispered in a high pitched tone, already close to her release again.
"He's your boy and that's all that matters," he moaned into her ear as she increased her bouncing speed and connected their lips.
"I want him to be your boy too one day, too," she gasped, stalling her hips when his cock hit a particularly deep spot.
"I want nothing more than that," he said, beginning to thrust his hips upwards a little harder as her face contorted with pleasure and joy.
"I'm gonna cum," she said nodding quickly and rocking her hips forward with more gusto in order to increased pressure on her clit.
"Yes babe… yes babe yes… oh El yes please I need to cum," she begged, and he moved his hand down to settle between her legs and pinch at her clit.
"Gonna cum," he muttered, staring to sweat and lose control of the previous sensual and slow tone he'd been aiming for.
"Cum," she gasped as she unraveled with a slew of swear words and praise, muddled in with his name.
"Shit Liv… shit," he gasped as she began to milk him with her own orgasm, triggering his and filling her.
"Love you," he mumbled, "love you so much."
"I love you... my God…."
He slid back, still inside of her and rolled them to the side, brushing back her hair as they came down from their mutual highs.
"Stay the night?" She confirmed more than asked and he nodded, nuzzling their noses.
"Absolutely."