[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 106: I love you

Ash’s eyes fluttered open to the warm, gentle light of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. For a moment, he was disoriented, his mind sluggish from sleep.

As his senses sharpened, he realised two things at once: he was nestled comfortably against a warm body, and Elijah’s arms were wrapped around him.

He frowned. Didn’t he sleep on the floor?

In reality, when Elijah couldn’t take it anymore. As soon as Ash slept, Elijah quickly picked him from the floor and rested beside him.

He felt the heat of Elijah’s body pressed against his own. His heart began to race, and he moved slightly, trying to disentangle himself from Elijaj’s strong embrace.

But as he moved, it slightly disturbed Elijah’s slumber. He unconsciously slipped his hand under Ash’s shirt and caressed his back.

Ash’s breath caught in his throat. His skin tingled from the unexpected contact, his body reacting strongly to Elijah’s touch. He arched his back, a reflexive movement as the sensation of Elijah’s fingers stroked his heated back.

He blushed deeply, his face twisting into a shy expression. His heart began to race as he tried to wriggle free, but Elijah’s grip tightened, pulling him closer. The proximity was overwhelming for his sanity. His face burned with embarrassment and arousal.

’No...no!’ He yelled in his head as he felt his cock hardening when Elijah slid his knee between his thighs. He squeezed his eyes tight and slapped a hand on his mouth to stop the embarrassing voices.

He could feel the heat radiating from Elijah’s body, and the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was hypnotic. That’s the reason he doesn’t want to share a bed with Elijah.

He subconsciously began to move his ass against Elijah’s knee and the friction sent a jolt of extreme pleasure through his whole body. His hands tightly gripping Elijah’s shirt while grinding his hard dick against Elijah.

And damn, it was heaven after all this time he stayed being untouched.

However, before Elijah woke up and Ash embarrassed himself in front of his husband. He forced himself to stop doing such a shameless thing to a sleeping person and reluctantly got out of Elijah’s arms and left the bed.

Elijah opened his eyes slowly, and he saw Ash darting out of the room with a flushed face, clearly flustered. A smirk curled on his lips as he watched Ash leave, his heart pounding with amusement and lust. Oh, how he wished Ash would have continued grinding against him.

Because the devil was awake all along.

As Ash disappeared from view, his attention turned inward. He shifted slightly, feeling the unmistakable pressure of his own hard dick against the mattress. His breathing grew heavy, and he pressed his hips down, savouring the sensation. While he imagined pulling Ash back, stripping him of his clothes, and tasting every inch of him.

He desired to explore Ash’s body, feel his smooth and got skin against his own, and make Ash moan in pleasure. The mere thought of licking and sucking that sweet cock of Ash made his mouth water.

But despite the powerful urge, Elijah knew he couldn’t act on it. He doesn’t want to push Ash too far and too quickly. His feelings for Ash were deep, and he wanted their reunion to be filled with mutual respect and desire, not coercion. The thought of bullying Ash, of taking advantage of him in this vulnerable state, was abhorrent to him.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. For now, he would wait. He knew that patience was key and that the rewards would be far greater if he respected Ash’s boundaries and allowed their relationship to grow naturally.

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Elijah leaned back under the cool shadow of the tree, his gaze fixed on Ash as he worked in the field. Every few minutes, he felt the itch to get up and help, but Ash’s stern scolding kept him rooted in place. The punishment was supposed to be a lesson, but all Elijah could focus on was how breathtaking Ash looked.

The way he moved, the slight glisten of sweat on his skin—it was hard to imagine this was the same fragile actor Elijah had once known.

Pride swelled in his chest as he watched Ash. This was his Ash, his baby, transformed into someone so capable and self-reliant. Every step Ash took in the field made Elijah more determined to win him back. But instead of sitting still as instructed, Elijah couldn’t resist. He stood up, a smile playing at his lips as he strolled toward Ash.

As he approached, Ash, in one fluid motion, pulled off his shirt, revealing his sweat-drenched skin. The muscles of his back rippled under the sun, glistening as they flexed with every movement. Elijah’s breath caught in his throat.

Ash, noticing Elijah’s presence again, furrowed his brows in a grumpy tone, "Why are you here again? Didn’t I tell you to stay in the shade?"

But Elijah didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on Ash’s body, drinking in every detail. The curve of his waist, the way his skin glistened with sweat—it sent Elijah’s mind spiralling into a haze of desire.

His imagination ran wild, filled with images of how many ways he could fuck Ash. Thoughts of pinning him down, feeling that hot, slick skin beneath his hands, tasting the salt of his sweat as he kissed every inch of his body—it consumed him.

Ash, feeling Elijah’s intense gaze, grew shy under the scrutiny. "Elijah...stop staring," he muttered, his voice quieter now, a hint of embarrassment colouring his cheeks.

He turned slightly, trying to avoid Elijah’s eyes, but it only made Elijah’s hunger grow.

Elijah’s thoughts became dirtier by the second, envisioning all the ways he could take Ash right there in the field. But he held back, biting his lip, trying to calm the surging desire of his. He couldn’t help but be captivated by Ash—this beautiful, hardworking man who made his blood boil and his heart race at the same time.

But for now, Elijah only smirked and kept his thoughts to himself. "Just...appreciating the view," he finally said, his voice huskier than he intended.

"R-Really now," Ash grumbled.

"I don’t like seeing you doing all this work," Elijah admitted, his hand reaching out to gently grab Ash’s wrist. "You shouldn’t be breaking your back out here."

Ash paused, looking down at their joined hands. For a moment, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He liked that Elijah was worrying about him. It felt good—familiar, even. But at the same time, it made his heart ache with warmth and confusion.

"I’m fine, really," Ash said, though there was a hint of softness in his voice. But before he could say more, Elijah pulled him closer, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

"No, you’re not. You need to take care of yourself. Now, go shower. And then we will go back home," Elijah commanded gently, a playful glint in his eyes.

Ash laughed, his face lighting up as if a sudden idea struck him. "Shower? How about something better? Let’s go to the beach!" His voice brimmed with excitement, his entire face beaming with enthusiasm. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Elijah chuckled at Ash’s sudden burst of energy. He couldn’t say no when Ash was this happy. "Alright, let’s go then," Elijah agreed, smiling as he watched the brightness return to Ash’s eyes.

Before long, they were at the beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore filling the air. Ash ran ahead, his bare feet sinking into the warm sand as he called out to Elijah. Elijah watched him for a moment, taking in the sight of Ash running carefree, his hair blowing in the wind, the sound of his laughter echoing in the air.

Elijah couldn’t help but feel drawn in. He quickly stripped off his shirt, then his pants, leaving him in his shorts. He stepped closer to the water, but Ash turned back with a worried expression.

"Elijah, your wounds...They’ll get wet," Ash said with a frown, his voice laced with concern.

Elijah grinned, shaking his head. "They’re already healed. It doesn’t matter now."

Before Ash could protest any further, Elijah lunged forward and grabbed him by the waist, effortlessly lifting him up. "No, Elijah! Wait—" Ash’s words were cut off by his laughter as Elijah carried him towards the water, the cool spray hitting their skin.

With a mischievous grin, Elijah tossed Ash into the water, sending a splash of salty sea crashing around him. Ash surfaced, sputtering and laughing, trying to splash Elijah back.

"You’re such a jerk!" Ash cried out between fits of laughter, though the joy in his eyes said otherwise.

Elijah dove into the water beside him, their playful fighting turning into splashes and playful wrestling. They laughed, fought with the waves, and forgot everything else but the moment they were in. The water was cool and refreshing, and for the first time in a long while, Ash felt carefree again.

Elijah found himself caught up in Ash’s infectious joy, his own heart swelling with love and relief. It had been so long since he had seen Ash like this—so full of life, so radiant.

As they played in the waves, Elijah couldn’t help but pull Ash close, their wet bodies pressed together. He looked at Ash, their faces only inches apart, and whispered, "I missed seeing you like this."

Ash’s laughter softened as he looked into Elijah’s eyes, the playful energy turning into something deeper. He didn’t say anything in return, just smiled and leaned his forehead against Elijah’s, feeling their breaths mingling between them.

"I love you," Elijah whispered.

And Ash froze, snapping back to reality.