Elijah watched him in return when he started taking him in, every second his gaze growing darker even if he didn't let his pleasure show otherwise. It was exquisite, wasn't it? But he still kept his expression loose and breathing even, meeting Asher's gaze for every inch that they became more intimate with each other.

When Asher's eyes fell close, Elijah found that he didn't quite like that. He could understand the urge perfectly, but it still, he didn't like it.

His hand came down to Asher's ass again, hard and cracking, this time the other side. He held Asher tight against his hips, not allowing him to lift his hips when the jolt came.

"Look at me," Elijah said softly. "I want you to look at me while we're fucking."