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WHAT IF: What IF Elliot used the VEIL?
Elliot's eyes landed on a delicate white veil draped over a nearby pedestal.
It looked sturdy enough, and he thought, "Maybe we can use this to wrap up some of these relics."
Without much thought, he picked it up and tossed it over Amiyan's head.
"Hieekk!—" Amiyan jolted as the veil settled over him, the fabric falling in soft folds across his shoulders.
"Hey, what is this—?" He yelled in surprise, and Elliot, unable to resist, held it in place, laughing at Amiyan's bewildered expression.
"Sorry, did I surprise you?," Elliot chuckled, holding the veil just above Amiyan's head as if he were officiating some sort of impromptu ceremony.
As Elliot lifted the veil, the fabric caught the light, casting a soft glow around both him and Amiyan.
Without warning, Amiyan reached out, his expression suddenly serious.
"Wait! Don't step in—"
But before he could finish, Elliot had already stepped forward, his head slipping under the veil alongside Amiyan's.
The space between them was intimate, close enough that they could feel each other's breath.
Elliot was about to laugh off when a strange, overpowering sensation washed over him.
The veil—the Veil of Matrimony, as Elliot would soon find out—had an ancient magic that surged through both of them, a spell designed to intensify connection and desire.
Neither had realized the relic's true power until that moment.
A rush of warmth pooled low in Elliot's stomach, spreading rapidly.
His heartbeat quickened, his face flushed, and suddenly, his gaze was locked onto Amiyan's.
The air grew thick, charged with an energy that made both of them feel almost feverish.
Amiyan's eyes flickered with the same heat, and he swallowed, his voice unsteady.
"Elliot... I think this veil is… enchanted."
The world outside the veil blurred, leaving only the two of them in a charged, almost surreal bubble.
Every glance, every breath, every accidental brush of their bodies felt magnified.
Amiyan's voice was the first to break the silence, though it was rough, quieter than usual.
"Elliot… this is… not normal."
Elliot's laugh came nervously as he raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck.
"Yeah, no kidding. It's definitely the veil, right? Some crazy enchantment thing?"
Amiyan nodded, though his gaze lingered on Elliot a moment too long.
"It's amplifying something… emotions, feelings…"
His words trailed off as he stepped back, but the space between them seemed to pull taut, like an invisible thread holding them together.
Elliot took a shaky breath, his heart pounding.
His hand rose instinctively, brushing Amiyan's arm.
The touch felt electric, sending a jolt through both of them.
Amiyan froze, his breath hitching as his eyes flicked to where Elliot's fingers rested against him.
"Sorry,"
Elliot muttered, pulling his hand back, but his voice was strained, almost reluctant.
Amiyan's lips curved into a faint, almost wry smile.
"It's not just you." His gaze softened, searching Elliot's face.
"This… feels like the veil's magic, but…"
"But it doesn't feel bad," Elliot finished for him, his voice quieter now, hesitant but sincere.
The space between them seemed to disappear without either of them realizing it.
Amiyan's hand rose, almost tentatively, to touch Elliot's jaw, his thumb grazing the edge of his cheekbone.
Elliot shivered under the touch, his eyes meeting Amiyan's, wide and searching.
"You're leaning in," Elliot whispered, his voice barely audible.
"So are you," Amiyan replied, his words more breath than sound.
And then their lips met, tentative at first, soft and exploratory.
The touch sent a shockwave through them, the veil's magic weaving its influence into every second of the kiss, amplifying the connection, the urgency.
Elliot's hands found their way to Amiyan's shoulders, gripping tightly as if to anchor himself in the moment.
Amiyan responded in kind, his fingers sliding to the back of Elliot's neck, pulling him closer.
The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, and the warmth that spread between them was all-consuming.
The magic didn't just amplify their attraction; it made them feel as though the world outside the veil no longer mattered.
Amiyan pulled back slightly, just enough to catch his breath, though their faces remained close, foreheads almost touching. His hand hovered near Elliot's face as if questioning his next move.
But when Elliot leaned into the touch, pressing his cheek against Amiyan's palm, the tension unraveled.
"Wanna continue?," Elliot whispered, his voice shaky but earnest.
Amiyan didn't answer right away. Instead, his thumb brushed over Elliot's cheekbone, his other hand rising to rest on Elliot's chest.
"I... please do," he replied softly, his voice low and filled with something neither of them dared to name.
Their lips met again, this time with more certainty.
The kiss deepened quickly, their breaths mingling as their hands roamed with growing confidence.
Elliot's fingers threaded into Amiyan's hair, pulling him closer, while Amiyan's hands explored the line of Elliot's chest, steadying himself as they stumbled against one of the shelves.
A quiet gasp escaped Elliot as Amiyan's hands slid lower, resting just below his navel.
"You're… surprisingly bold," Elliot murmured, a teasing grin playing on his lips.
Elliot's laugh was soft, but it quickly gave way to a quiet groan as Amiyan's hands moved with more confidence, tracing the growing growing under Elliot's pants.
Elliot responded in kind, his hands sliding over Amiyan's, feeling it pulse beneath his tunic.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the world outside forgotten as they explored each other with a mixture of nervous excitement and growing passion.
Their touches were tentative at first, testing boundaries, but as the heat between them grew, so did their boldness.
Amiyan's fingers brushed over the hem of Elliot's clothes, slipping beneath to touch it bare.
Amiyan's breath hitched, seemingly shocked by his own actions or perhaps by the warmth within the grasp of his hand. He immediately pulled his hand out.
Amiyan stood frozen, cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering nervously between Elliot's face and the floor.
"Amiyan," Elliot murmured, stepping closer. Gripping his arm.
"You're not backing out on me, are you?" Elliot smirked, leaning in close enough for his lips to brush against Amiyan's ear.
"You started this, remember?" he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Amiyan's spine."It's okay. You can touch it"
Elliot's hand moved, his fingers wrapping gently around Amiyan's hand.
He guided it back, the touch firm yet careful, as if silently asking for permission.
Amiyan's breath hitched, his fingers brushing against Elliot's bulge, the sensation sending a spark up his spine.
Elliot's gaze locked with his, a mixture of encouragement and raw desire.
"Go on," Elliot murmured, his voice low and coaxing.
Amiyan swallowed hard, his cheeks burning as his trembling fingers found the zipper.
Slowly, with a mix of hesitation and curiosity, he slid it down, the soft metallic rasp filling the charged silence between them like a whispered promise.
Then with a single, decisive pull, the final barrier gave way, and Elliot's manhood sprang free.
Amiyan's breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide as they met Elliot's.
The intensity in Elliot's gaze was unmistakable, a spark of desire igniting between them, leaving Amiyan flushed and utterly captivated.
Elliot's hands moved with deliberate intent, his fingers brushing against Amiyan's crotch.
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze meeting Amiyan's, asking for permission.
"May I?"
Amiyan, cheeks flushed and breath uneven, gave a subtle nod, his body tense with anticipation.
Then with a slow, deliberate motion, Elliot unbuttoned Amiyan's tunic and revealing his bare body.
Amiyan let out a soft, shaky gasp, his eyes darting away in shy embarrassment.
Elliot noticed this, his expression shifting between awe and desire.
"You're… perfect," Elliot murmured, his voice husky, causing Amiyan to glance back up at him, a mix of nervousness and trust in his gaze.
The charged air between them grew heavier, the quiet sounds of their breathing filling the otherwise still reliquary.
Elliot reached forward, his fingers brushing against Amiyan's lips, a soft, reassuring touch that sent a shiver down his spine.
"You don't have to hold back," Elliot murmured, his voice low and filled with unspoken promise.
Amiyan's lips parted as if to respond, but no words came.
Instead, his hands moved instinctively to Elliot's rod, gripping it gently, drawn to the heat radiating from it.
His fingertips traced along the tip, trembling slightly but growing bolder with each passing moment.
Elliot gasped at the sensation, his own hands tightening on Amiyan's.
"You're—unexpectedly good at this," Elliot managed to say between breaths, his voice tinged with both amusement and awe.
"You're not so bad yourself," Amiyan replied.
Elliot leaned closer, his forehead resting against Amiyan's, his breath warm against his skin.
As their foreheads touched, Elliot tilted Amiyan's chin upward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, drawing out every second.
Amiyan shivered, his grip on Elliot's tightening as he leaned into the kiss, their bodies brushing together.
Elliot deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up Amiyan's nape while the other grabbed both of their manhood, caressing them together.
The sensation of their bodies rubbing together sent a jolt through both of them, and Amiyan couldn't suppress the quiet sound that escaped him.
His embarrassment showed as he tried to step back, but Elliot didn't let go.
"Amiyan," Elliot murmured, his lips brushing against Amiyan's nose. "You're allowed to enjoy this. I don't mind."
Amiyan swallowed hard, his gaze meeting Elliot's. There was hesitation, but also a flicker of trust.
Slowly, he nodded, and as he relaxed, Elliot moved again.
The friction between them was subtle at first but quickly grew impossible to ignore as they rubbed against each other, their breathing growing heavier.
Amiyan gasped, his hands sliding to Elliot's, gripping them tightly as the motion between them grew more instinctive.
"Elliot…" he whispered, his voice tinged with both nervousness and a rising heat.
"I've got you," Elliot replied, his voice husky, his lips pressed against Amiyan's shoulder. His movements slowed briefly, his hands running soothingly along Amiyan's back.
"Tell me if it's too much."
Amiyan shook his head, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
"It's… it's not too much," he murmured, his voice almost pleading.
As the moments stretched, they found themselves caught in a rhythm, a quiet exploration of one another that deepened the connection they shared
The intensity of each stoke grew, their movements synchronized as they clung to one another.
Amiyan's usual composure shattered, soft, breathless sounds escaping him as he clung to Elliot, his body trembling.
The sensation overwhelmed him, a rush of heat sweeping through him as he leaned into Elliot's steady embrace as he came in short, uneven bursts
Elliot held him close, his hands providing a firm, reassuring presence even as he himself climaxed.
The air between them was thick with the intimacy of the moment, both caught in a shared vulnerability that left them breathless and wanting.
When they finally stilled, the tension gave way to a quieter intimacy, their foreheads resting together as they tried to steady their breathing.
They exchanged a look, equally embarrassed and amused, before Elliot cleared his throat.
"So… lesson learned. Let's not fool around with relics next time."
Elliot nodded, his cheeks flushed.