Chapter 146: 146: You Don’t mess with me
Eden’s hands were now on Elvis’s back. His finger gently ran through his skin, outlining the curves while caressing him with deliberate slowness.
Elvis stood there firmly, his back still facing Eden. He didn’t even utter a word for the meantime.
Eden smiled as his fingers traced along him. He wasn’t going to let Elvis win with whatever plan he was executing.
He could tell Elvis was trying to mess with him, to test him, to push him into revealing something. But he wasn’t going to let him get his way that easily.
His finger was still running down his back. And now it went lower, beneath the robe, grazing against his body. His fingers were now making their way down to his buttocks.
But before he could go further, Elvis suddenly brought his hand backwards and grabbed Eden’s, stopping him from making any more bold escapes.
Now, Elvis turned to face him. His bare chest was directly before Eden, close enough to feel the faint warmth of his body.
His hand still held Eden’s mischievous fingers in place as he said, his tone cold but sharp, "You should know when it’s time to play."
"I can’t tell the difference. Every time is playtime for me," Eden smiled with a daring glint in his eyes.
"Continue working," Elvis instructed, his gaze now firmly locked on Eden.
"Sure," Eden gladly replied, moving his hands to take down Elvis’s robe fully.
The white robe slipped from his shoulders, fell to the ground, and Elvis stood there, nearly naked. The only part of him still covered was where his boxers were working overtime, straining against what they were meant to conceal.
He stood tall in front of Eden, his chest bare, his hips sharp and defined, his legs long and alluring. Eden couldn’t help but let his eyes run across his body without restraint.
"Is it just me, or do you look better than the last time I saw your body?" Eden asked with a teasing smirk.
"Is that so?" Elvis replied casually.
"Maybe." Eden shrugged. "I’ll go get the clothes."
He turned, smiling as he walked to the bed.
While Eden headed there, Elvis’s eyes never left him. He watched carefully as Eden picked up the chosen attire and then turned back to meet him.
"I’ll put the shirt on first," Eden said, moving behind him. He slipped the shirt onto Elvis from the back and then circled to the front to begin buttoning it up.
Elvis still stood there, his eyes on Eden. Eden reached for the shirt but didn’t start buttoning right away. Instead, his fingers lingered against Elvis’s chest, caressing and stroking along the broad surface.
"What are you doing?" Elvis asked, his eyes still fixed on him.
Eden smiled. "I want a taste of this."
He expected Elvis’s expression to change—maybe shock, maybe annoyance, maybe even anger.
But Elvis was calm. Surprisingly calm. He didn’t even reply.
So Eden pushed further. He reached out with both hands, sliding them over Elvis’s chest, touching the bare skin revealed by the still-open shirt.
He ran his hands slowly, deliberately, caressing, teasing, and brushing his thumbs across Elvis’s nipples until they stood firm.
Eden wanted a reaction. He wanted Elvis to push him away, to lash out, anything. Because he was sure Elvis was up to something with this, and he wanted to ruin it.
But Elvis didn’t.
"Are you even sure of what you want?" Elvis finally asked. His voice was calm, sharp. "You don’t look like you really can handle it. You don’t even seem to understand what you’re asking for. You’re just messing around."
Eden scoffed, lips curling. "Messing around? You underestimate me a lot, Your Highness. And I really can’t wait for the day I prove you wrong." His hands now slid down, lingering across Elvis’s abs, caressing them in the most sensual ways he knew.
"Prove me wrong? On what? And how do you plan on doing that?"
"In bed, obviously, Your Highness," Eden replied without hesitation. "I’ll prove you wrong about the ideas you harbour. I’ll make you understand that I’m more than capable."
"And what if I say I’m not interested?" Elvis said, his tone still flat.
"I doubt it," Eden leaned closer, eyes glinting. "You are interested. You are curious. You are... aroused."
His gaze dropped deliberately to Elvis’s boxers, which weren’t doing a good job of hiding the bulge forming beneath them.
Elvis’s dick was already hardening.
"So since you’re also trying to test me while messing with me," Eden continued, his voice almost taunting, "why don’t we take the game more seriously instead of plain flirtation, Your Highness? Why don’t we take it to the bed sometime?"
Elvis stared at him, unflinching. "I don’t sleep with guys."
"Does gender matter?" Eden questioned smoothly, flirtatious, his hands now sliding back up to toy with Elvis’s nipples again. "Since you’re curious about me and want to test me, why don’t you take it more seriously?"
Eden took a wild guess, letting his words land heavily. He was making Elvis aware that he had an idea of what he was doing.
Elvis stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "And what does that have to do with sleeping with you?"
"Everything," Eden said, his voice firm. "Besides, it’s not like sleeping with me equals loving me. So it doesn’t change a thing. It’s just two bodies in contact."
Elvis finally lifted his hands, gripping Eden’s wrists, pulling his hands down from his chest. "You should focus on your work and talk less."
Eden smiled slyly. "Sure."
But instead of buttoning up the shirt, his hands deliberately slid lower. He let them drop down until they reached Elvis’s boxers.
Elvis’s dick was already hard, and now Eden’s hand came to cup it firmly.
Elvis stiffened at once. His composure cracked, shock flashing across his features as he stared at Eden’s hand gripping him.
His eyes flicked up, meeting Eden’s. "What do you think you’re doing?"
Eden could see the flush rising to his cheeks. He smiled, satisfied at the reaction. "What? I’m just doing my job. I need to take off your boxers to change you into another one."
"..." Elvis was speechless.
"What the hell..." Elvis’s hand shot down, gripping Eden’s hand that was still cupping his dick. "Why would you need to do that?"
Eden only smiled wider, enjoying the change in his expression, the shock and panic that consumed him. It was pure pleasure to him.
"It’s an essential part of changing," Eden said smoothly. "So don’t be shy, Your Highness. I’m offering my most sincere help to you." He smirked, fingers pressing just a little firmer.
Elvis’s face burned hotter as he stared at Eden, whose hand was now tightly gripping his hardened dick.