I stare up at him, watching as he looks down at him like I'm the center of his universe. I know he is mine, and something, some small part of me, tells me that's unhealthy, but I don't really care.

He chews on his lip and I'm distracted watching him. Even though I know what's coming it catches me off guard when Eiji starts to lower himself down, when he guides me inside him.

"Oh," I gasp, fighting against a sudden desire to jerk my hips forward.

Take it slow, take is slow, take it slow.

I reach up and grip at his hair, making sure our gazes stay locked so long as he doesn't close his eyes. My limbs are shaking with need, and all I can see is him. "Ei-Eiji..."