"You're going to think this is awfully sentimental," Elijah said with a low laughter, his eyes now gone completely dark with lust as he stared up into Asher's. "But I know just how you cock your hip when you're being particularly arrogant. And just how you laugh when you aren't making fun of someone but actually amused by something delightful. I also find that enthusiasm you have for silly things like Christmas decoration rather irresistible."

There was more. The way Asher acted when he got a little bit of unwarranted affection, the way he acted in an unexpectedly sincere manner every now and then.

"I like your intelligence," Elijah gasped when their hips came together with a resounding slap. "But I'm surrounded by brilliant people. I like your confidence but the apartment is full of cock-sure cowboys. It's at home when you curl against my side that I find my body hot when I think of you alone in my bed and yes, yes, I have touched myself thinking about it. You can be smug about it if you want."

Elijah pushed his feet against the mattress as he released Asher's hair and flipped them over with a sure arm around Asher's waist, lifting him up and lowering him down to the bed a moment later so he could pin Asher down to it with his weight.

"And...?" he asked as he pressed one hand on the mattress beside Asher's head, the other went to his hips to keep them in place while Elijah kept driving into him, steady and deep. "Do you find it to your liking?"