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The lights didn’t help Elliot’s headache.
Elliot skulked through the casino, wincing as the obnoxiously loud noises of cash being won filled the air. The smell of smoke and hard liquor filled the air, mixing with the smell of tomato sauce and cheese clinging to Elliot’s uniform to create something that made the pizza boy’s head spin.
The lights seemed to burn into Elliot’s brain, his head pounding by the time he managed to make it to the elevators.
Elliot pressed the up button and entered the elevator, slumping against the cold metal wall of the elevator. He fished the keycard out of his pocket—the one Chance had twirled in their hand, the one that they handed to Elliot with a kiss. He pressed it against the reader, watching as it turned green and groaned, heading up.
The elevator finally reached the top, Elliot walking up to the door to the penthouse and gently opening it.
Immediately, the smell of food sizzling hit him. Savory, salty and utterly mouthwatering to someone like Elliot—someone who’d just worked all his energy away.
He hummed as Spade—the huge bunny he always smuggled treats to when Chance wasn’t looking—hopped up to him, butting his leg lovingly. Elliot knelt down, scratching the bunny right behind his floppy ears, the bunny nuzzling into his leg appreciatively.
Elliot chuckled softly and made his way the kitchen, using the delicious smell wafting through the air as a guide. His smile widened as he saw his partner, Chance—cooking something carefully, sizzling something on the pan.
Whereas Chance was usually all chaos and clumsiness, their cooking was anything but—reverent in its attention to detail and skilled in its technique. Maybe it was because they knew who they was making it for—the thought making Elliot flush red with gratitude.
He cleared his throat, watching Chance whip their head toward him, expression softening as their warm golden eyes met Elliot’s tired browns.
“Hey,” Chance breathed, a grin on their face as they walked up to Elliot, pressing a small kiss to the corner of Elliot’s mouth. “Tired?”
Elliot nodded and Chance pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, savoring the way Elliot’s mouth ticked up in satisfaction. It wasn’t the fake customer service smile he gave to the shitty customers—it was real. What they had was real. It wasn’t like Isaac.
“Get some rest, yeah?” Chance suggested, ruffling Elliot’s hair playfully—relishing in the way Elliot giggled quietly, as if all his exhaustion and anxiety was melting away from their touch alone. “I’ll let you know when dinner is done.”
“Thank you.” Elliot mumbled, causing Chance’s heart to ache from the whispered gratitude. It had taken a while to even get here—Elliot had been so used to giving, to treating everyone with the utmost respect and patience, that he completely forgot about treating himself the same way.
The fact Elliot allowed Chance to take care of him was a step in the right direction, and it couldn’t make Chance any happier. They turned back to the pan, noticing that the steak they were cooking was beginning to show signs of being overcooked—an act that caused Chance to panic slightly.
Chance’s head poked through the door of their shared bedroom, flushing at the way they were met by bared yellow skin, lean and muscle despite the lack of real exercise. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes followed the scars right below his nipples. Elliot used to flinch when Chance saw him like this—it was subtle, but unmistakably there, the way his shoulders tensed, the way his body caved in on itself as if shielding himself from Chance’s gaze.
But now? It was gone. That slight uncomfortableness—that small fear that Chance wouldn’t accept him had dissipated. And that made Chance‘s heart skip another beat.
And it wasn’t like they haven’t been together for a long time, because they’ve been together for a solid year. It was just so… domestic. The kind of domesticity that comes with age—that comes with whispered promises of ‘forever’ and countless nights spent in each other’s arms.
“Hey, dinner’s ready.” Chance crooned, pulling Elliot out of his thoughts—and also stopping him half-way through putting a more comfortable shirt on. Elliot nodded once, grinning at the blush plastered on Chance’s face. For a gambler, they were really bad at hiding their adoration for the pizza boy.
“Got it. Thanks again.” Elliot replied, his tone still somewhat clipped. Chance frowned. Still in his damn head, huh?
Chance sauntered over to Elliot with all the subtlety of a freight train, burying themself in the crook of the pizza boy’s neck as their hands skimmed over the sides of Elliot’s body. “Bad day?” Chance hummed, head tilted up to study Elliot’s face—to make sure he was being honest.
Elliot sighed. He could never lie to Chance—not without being left gasping and chanting apologies. Not without grasping Chance like a lifeline as Chance’s hips snapped against his entrance. The thought made him shudder with something similar to anticipation.
“Bad day.” Elliot admitted, shoulders seeming to slowly let go of some of their tension. “Really bad day.”
Chance hummed in acknowledgement, pulling them into a warm embrace as they pressed a gentle kiss against their neck. “Wanna talk about it?”
Elliot shook his head no. Chance nodded, understanding. Those days were really bad. The days that left Elliot in a dark place, as if becoming a shell of himself. The gambler’s embrace tightened slightly—as if to say ‘I understand. You’re not alone.’
Chance’s hands slid up Elliot’s chest as he continued to pepper kisses against the column of Elliot’s throat. “Y’know..” Chance began, looking up at Elliot as their fingers ghosted over Elliot’s nipples, eliciting a shudder from the pizza boy. “You’re really beautiful.”
“Chance..” Elliot whined, high-pitched and needy as Chance continued to roll his nipples in between their fingers. Chance’s gaze felt like a spotlight—one that burned hot where his gaze stood. And right now? Elliot felt like his chest was scorching.
“What do you need baby. Say the word and I’ll give it to you.” Chance cooed, continuing to roll and pinch his nipples, relishing in the gasps and restrained moans that spilled from Elliot’s mouth. They savored the way Elliot arched against him, chasing his touch.
“Need you—Fuck!” Elliot cried as Chance pounced on him—their hands continuing to stimulate Elliot’s hardened nipples as they sucked various marks against his skin, watching the yellow skin bloom into beautiful shades of red and purple.
“That’s it, so good.” Chance praised, guiding Elliot onto the bed, watching as the pleasure made Elliot melt like putty. “So good for me.”
Chance wasted no time, unbuttoning Elliot’s slacks. Elliot’s hips—still trembling from pleasure—lifted up, letting Chance undress him as they took off his slacks and boxers with one harsh yank.
Chance’s gaze darkened, golden eyes locked on Elliot’s dripping folds. They knelt down between Elliot’s legs, hot breath ghosting Elliot’s slit, causing them to squirm.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty baby.” Chance growled, licking a hot and filthy stripe from the bottom of Elliot’s pussy up to his clit. The texture of Chance’s tongue sent sparks of pleasure flying, Elliot left gasping and gripping Chance’s silver hair.
“Chance!—“ Elliot choked out, hips bucking into Chance’s mouth as he feasted upon Elliot’s cunt like a man starved. Two fingers slid into Elliot’s wet folds, making shallow thrusts as Elliot’s walls clenched against the invasion like a vice, trying to pull Chance deeper into his tight heat.
All the while, Chance focused their attention on Elliot’s clit, alternating between sucking on the swollen nub and flicking his tongue over it in order to push Elliot to the brink of ecstasy. It worked—Elliot was left trembling and begging for more as he was pushed to the brink of his climax, the stimulation feeling like fire with the way it burned deliciously inside him.
“Telamon, I’m!—“ Elliot screamed, vision whitening as his first orgasm struck him like lightning. His body shook, his walls squeezing against the fingers thrusting into his heat, coating them and Chance’s face in his arousal.
Chance pulled away before overstimulation could grip Elliot, lapping at the juices coating their fingers. “You taste delicious.” Chance teased, causing Elliot to groan in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.” Elliot huffed, although his retort lacked any bite—only containing a light warmth.
“Maybe,” Chance conceded, throwing their hands up in mock surrender. Slowly, one hand slid down to deftly unbuckle their belt, the clinking metal catching Elliot’s attention. Chance stripped slowly, making sure Elliot paid attention the entire time. This wasn’t just intimacy—this was a show, and Chance was determined to give Elliot the best night of his life.
“Want to keep going?” Chance asked, hand resting on the waistband of their boxers, waiting for Elliot’s permission. Elliot nodded, throat too dry to speak. His mind spun with arousal—intoxicating in the way it made him crave more, even when he was already spent.
Chance grinned, pulling their boxers down—their cock immediately slapping against his stomach. It was thick, throbbing messily as it leaked pre-come. The sight made Elliot clench, his hole fluttering around nothing—for now, at least.
Chance lined up their cock with Elliot’s dripping folds, notching the head against Elliot’s slit. Elliot gasped, hands already squeezing the sheets, causing the gambler above him to chuckle.
“So sensitive. Fuck, you’re adorable.” Chance grunted, beginning his descent into Elliot’s tight heat. Elliot’s walls clenched against their throbbing cock, the pizza boy gasping and whining as Chance slowly buried themself to the hilt.
Chance huffed, relishing in the fucked out look in Elliot’s face—the way his face was disheveled, flushed hot as his chest heaved for air. “So tight, trying to swallow me whole baby?” They teased.
“Tell me when I can move.” The gambler continued, their tone switching to something more gentler as they reminded themself that this was for Elliot, not them. This continued as Elliot nodded once more, Chance gently rolling their hips. The feeling of their cock dragging against his walls causing Elliot to cry out in ecstasy. “Fuck! Chance—“
“M’ right here baby. Tell me what you need.” Chance rasped, trying to restrain themself as he continued to make shallow thrusts into Elliot’s wet heat—their cock throbbing as Elliot’s walls pulsed enticingly, trying to coax Chance’s orgasm out of them. Elliot’s knuckles went white as overstimulation began to grip them, the mix of pain and pleasure causing their body to shake with anticipation. And yet, it wasn’t enough to send them over the edge again, causing Elliot to beg for more.
“F-fuck, harder, please—“ Elliot pleaded, his words slurred and bordering on incoherent as he let euphoric pleasure overtake him. Chance growled, beginning to snap their hips instead of roll them.
They groaned as their cock hit deeper spots inside of Elliot, including his sweet spot—the spot that sent pleasure rippling through their body, causing the pizza boy to moan wantonly. Chance’s thrusts slowly became more carnal, more animalistic as he lost himself in Elliot’s tight heat.
“Fuck, love you Elliot. Love you so fucking much!” They chanted, groaning as they felt themself getting close. Their hand slid down Elliot’s front, rubbing Elliot’s clit as they continued to rut into his tight heat, determined to bring the pizza boy to the brink of pleasure. They growled as they felt their balls begin to clench, a sign of their impending climax. “Come for me baby, come undone on my cock.” Chance growled.
Elliot didn’t need to be told twice—the attention to his clit, combined with Chance’s brutal thrusts, sent him over the edge—his muscles spasming as he came on Chance’s cock, his walls squeezing Chance’s cock, eliciting a hiss from the gambler above him. Elliot dissolved into pleasure, back arching as debauched noises were torn from his throat.
The sight of Elliot, so thoroughly fucked and pleased, sent Chance over the edge. With one final thrust, they emptied into Elliot’s tight heat, rope after rope of their seed filling the pizza boy’s hole.
Chance collapsed onto Elliot, peppering their face with kisses and whispered praise. “So good for me, so beautiful.” Chance whispered, a hand reverently caressing Elliot’s skin, now glistening with sweat. Chance slowly pulled his softening cock out of Elliot’s tight hole, grinning proudly as he watched his seed dribble out of Elliot’s cunt.
Elliot groaned, finding the sticky warmth spreading through him oddly enjoyable. “Dinner is going to be cold.” He grumbled, trying to sit up… only to collapse back into bed, his legs jelly from Chance’s brutal thrusts.
Chance chuckled, ruffling his hair playfully. “Relax, baby. I’ll bring your food… and a towel. You need it.” Chance teased, letting out a yelp as Elliot hit him with a pillow.
“Idiot.” Elliot grumbled, although he still leaned into every kiss and embrace Chance gave him.
“You love me.” Chance retorted, pressing a chaste kiss to Elliot’s lips before walking out to get Elliot his food and something to clean him with. Elliot’s pouting turned to a fond smile as Chance walked out the room, still as confident and clumsy as ever.
Chance was right. Elliot loved him.