Chapter 68 MARRIAGE PROPOSAL
“I love you,”
“You love the idea of protecting me,” Eli tried again, like he was fighting the words. “You love that I’m sad and helpless.”
Anton’s hand slid up to the back of Eli’s neck.
“No, I just love you. I love you when you laugh at things that aren’t funny,” he said. “I love you when you get awkward and don’t know where to put your hands. I love you when you look at Julian like you hate him and need him at the same time. I love you when you're just you. And those reasons are just why I love you more everyday, without them, I still love you.”
Eli’s eyes filled.
“I don’t want you because you’re sad or helpless,” Anton continued. “I want you because you’re you.”
Eli shook his head slightly, like he didn’t know what to do with that.
“If you marry me,” Anton said, “you won’t be invisible. Everything I have will be yours. Not on paper. Not temporary. Yours. I have properties, from huge houses to island… I can give you anything.”
Eli’s lips parted but no words came out.
“You won’t need to shrink,” Anton said. “You won’t need to ask permission to be angry. You won’t need to be grateful for crumbs.”
Eli’s hands slowly fisted in Anton’s shirt.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” Eli whispered.
“I do,” Anton replied.
“You and Julian—”
“Julian made his choices.”
Eli’s heart was beating so loud he could hear it.
“You’re serious,” he said again.
Anton nodded.
“Yes.”
The patio went quiet, the pool water moved gently, the house behind them was bright.
Eli looked at Anton like he was trying to see if this was real.
“Marry me,” Anton said one more time, his voice low and insistent, eyes locked on Eli's with that unyielding intensity.
“Anton I— I,” Eli stammered, his smaller body tensing under the weight of the words, heart pounding.
Anton cut him off with a fierce kiss, his hands grabbing Eli's waist even tighter, pulling him flush against his chest. Their lips crashed together, Anton's tongue demanding entry, tasting Eli's hesitation and turning it into surrender. Eli's hands fluttered to Anton's shoulders, gripping as the kiss deepened, breaths mingling in the humid night.
They pulled away just enough to gasp for air, foreheads nearly touching, but the heat between them pulled them back in almost immediately. This time, the kiss was hungrier, Anton's teeth grazing Eli's lower lip, his grip on Eli's waist bruising in the best way, fingers digging into soft skin through the thin fabric of Eli's shorts.
When they broke apart again, Anton's mouth trailed down, lips brushing Eli's jaw before latching onto his neck. He sucked hard, marking the pale skin with a wet, open-mouthed kiss, tongue flicking against the pulse point.
Eli moaned softly, his body arching as he grabbed fistfuls of Anton's shirt over his broad chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Anton's erection swelled beneath him, thick and pushing up against Eli's ass through their clothes, the friction making Eli's own cock twitch in response.
Anton paused, lifting his head, his breath hot against Eli's ear. “Can I go further?” he murmured, voice rough with desire.
Eli stammered, cheeks flushing, “Ye—no no no.” His mind raced, torn between want and worry.
Anton reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from Eli's face, his thumb lingering on Eli's cheek. “Why?” he asked, eyes searching.
“Julian is not here. We can't,” Eli replied, voice small, glancing toward the dark yard as if expecting interruption.
Anton chuckled low, his hand sliding to cup Eli's jaw. “You’re used to two filling you up at the same time? I can make up for the missing one.”
“No, that's not what I mean. He'll be mad at us, this is cheating,” Eli protested, but his body betrayed him, shifting slightly on Anton's lap, grinding down just a fraction.
Anton’s hand moved to Eli's neck, fingers wrapping around it possessively as he yanked him forward into another kiss, deep and claiming. He pulled back just enough to whisper against Eli's lips, “Well, I want to fuck you right now and I know you want me to, so relax and let me.”
Before Eli could respond, Anton’s arms flexed, effortlessly lifting Eli's ass up with both hands, strong palms gripping the cheeks. With a sharp tug, he tore Eli's shorts open at the seam, the fabric ripping easily under his force, exposing Eli's bare ass to the cool night air.
Eli gasped.
Anton shifted beneath him, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick cock, already hard and leaking at the tip, veins pulsing with need.
“It'll be a quick one,” Anton said, his voice a growl as he spat into his palm, the saliva glistening in the low light. He coated his cock with it, stroking once, twice, slicking the length before lining up with Eli's hole.
He pushed in slowly at first, the head breaching Eli's tight ring, stretching him open. Eli whined high in his throat, nails digging into Anton's shoulders as he clutched on for dear life, the burn intense without prep. Inch by inch, Anton sank deeper, until he was fully sheathed, balls pressed against Eli's skin.
“Too deep,” Eli cried out, voice breaking, his body trembling on Anton's lap, the fullness overwhelming in this position.
“You're new to this position, relax for me,” Anton soothed, one hand rubbing Eli's back while the other held his hip steady, not pulling out.
Eli looked into Anton's eyes, wide and pleading, tears pricking at the corners from the intensity. Anton stared back, his gaze darkening with lust and affection. “I love you when you look at me and plead with your eyes for me to command you into submission,” he said, voice husky.
The words hit Eli like a spark, his body loosening around Anton's cock, muscles yielding. Anton groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Fuck, that's it, baby. So willing for me.” He started with slow thrusts, pulling out halfway before sliding back in, letting Eli adjust, the lounge chair creaking faintly under them.
Eli's whines turned to moans, his head falling forward as Anton picked up speed, hips snapping up harder, faster. “Oh god, Anton,” Eli gasped, burying his face in Anton's shoulder, screaming muffled cries into the fabric of his shirt as the thrusts turned punishing, cock slamming deep each time.
Anton was vocal, unrestrained, moaning loudly with every plunge. “Shit, Eli, you feel so fucking good—ahh, yeah, take it all. My perfect little sub, squeezing me just right.” He praised through gritted teeth, one hand tangling in Eli's hair to pull his head back, forcing eye contact. “Look at me while I fuck you. Moan for me, let me hear how much you love my cock splitting you open.”
Eli obeyed, cries spilling out unchecked, body bouncing on Anton's lap as the pace brutalized his hole, slick sounds filling the night air alongside the gentle pool waves. Anton's free hand gripped Eli's ass cheek, spreading it wider for deeper access, thumb brushing the stretched rim. “God, yes—fuck, you're mine tonight. So good for me, begging without words. I'm gonna fill you up, make you forget anyone else.”
The intensity built, Anton's moans growing louder, ragged. “Eli—oh fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. So good, so tight—ahh!” He thrust erratically, burying himself to the hilt as he climaxed, hot spurts of cum flooding Eli's insides, pulsing deep.
Eli followed seconds later, untouched, his own cock spurting ropes across Anton's shirt, body shuddering in release, screams peaking before he slumped forward.
They stayed locked together, breaths heaving, the pool's soft movement the only sound for a moment. Anton cupped Eli's face gently, pulling him into a tender kiss, lips soft and lingering, tasting the salt of sweat and tears. It deepened slowly, a contrast to the frenzy, Anton's tongue exploring with possession and care.