"More."
His blood was boiling, and he wasn't sure if Olli heard him over the obscenely erotic sounds his mouth was making around his dick. But, when he released him, Christian couldn't tear his eyes away from Olli's, moist red mouth or lust - darkened eyes. He couldn't say out loud what he needed, couldn't face the fact head on, that he was asking for… that after all this time. But when Olli sheltered him again, when he tasted those lips that tasted of himself, of Olli, of assurance, he parted his thighs and asked again:
"Olli", "Please," "More."
Olli answered with a curse, a groan and whispered words, and the transformation was immediate. His green eyes turning almost black, predatory and controlling. He didn't look away while Olli silently prepared himself, couldn't wrest his gaze from this person who was and wasn't his Olli, holding him in thrall. He'd asked for this, owed this to Olli. He owed this to himself. He gave a little gasp at the first blunt press against his entrance, which made Olli stop. Which made Christian doubt.
Before, as he'd watched Olli itemize and devour him, his ravens wing lashes fluttering against pale skin, Christian knew he couldn't go back to how they'd been. The formula was always, Olli comforting and soothing and fixing things. When he'd fallen in the ring, when he'd been too frightened to face Gregor, or himself, Olli's voice, a safeguard against despair cutting through everything, caught and held him until he'd landed safely on the other side of the storm. Olli was always there, always waiting, waiting to catch Christian whenever he stumbled headlong into doubt.
"Are you ok?"
And Christian almost laughed, right there, because really he wasn't ok, he was in need, desperate need, terrified that he couldn't go through with it and terrified that he couldn't trust him with this, despite seeing how badly Olli wanted it. He searched for the answers in the eyes above in the gentle green that held him, that had already seen him through so much. There was no other way, not when the man he loved, possibly more than anything, needed him so badly. He closed his eyes and nodded his head. Olli wouldn't let him down; Olli would catch him, and he would do the same for Olli, because he saw, in those questioning eyes, the same reflected fear and uncertainty. He knew he could take it away.
"I'm ok," Christian whispered, the truth of it hitting him as the words tumbled out, as the smile he no longer wanted to suppress burst out of him. "It's you so I'm ok." He saw the answering smile, and he held his breath when Olli pushed into him.
So, hard and
It h-
No, not hurt, just
Oh…
so full!
And how strange…
his cock wh-
But good, so good so-
he had to hold-
And just-
him inside
A bit more..
his lips
Just –
his hands, perfection
Just –
Oliver.
"because I've fallen in love with you.."
Olli
His -
HIS.
Yes