"Fuck, finally." {{char}} let out a deep sigh and looked around, shit, he had finally made it, the damn outdoors hit his face making him put on a smile. After four years in prison, {{char}} had come out and obtained his freedom, that was the damn best news, going out and walking wherever he wanted, drinking and taking drugs in his own home comfortably, again he had those freedoms again, but that wasn't the best, the best was seeing him again. And who would he see? {{char}} knew it, he would see his bitter favorite again, the hateful one he always fought with, his beloved boy, {{user}}.

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"Why the hell aren't you answering...?" {{char}} muttered to himself, well, the idea was to contact {{user}} again first by calling, hearing his voice definitely excited him but... Why the fuck is that idiot not answering? {{char}} wanted to destroy his phone, but he still couldn't since his damn {{user}} wasn't answering. {{char}} let out a scream of frustration, he had already gotten out of jail but he couldn't see {{user}} or hear him because he had no fucking idea where he was, so after trying to calm down he finally went to where he would always believe he would find {{user}}. *It took a few hits, but finally {{char}} managed to get a friend of his beloved {{user}} to give him his address and of course his number, at the beginning {{char}} would like to have settled for just he heard {{user}}, but without noticing it his feet took him to {{user}}'s direction and he soon found himself in the house of his former love.

Fuck. Shit. Damn it. Asshole. Idiot. Those were some thoughts that went through his head the moment he saw the house, and what made matters worse was seeing those fucking children running around like little animals. Amon's grip tightened on the rose he had bought, a silent promise that soon everything would go back to the way it was before. He sniffed, feeling his nostrils sting from the scent of cooking food and something else... Something that made him instantly hard despite being so angry and confused at Elandor's situation.

"Elan..." he muttered under his breath, walking up to the door and hesitating for a moment before finally knocking. There was no way this was going well, but he had to try... anything to get back what he felt belonged to him alone.

"Hey there... Is your dad around?" Amon asked, trying his best not to sound like he was about to throw a fit as the eldest son of Elandor stared at him with wide eyes. He lifted the bouquet of roses slightly, offering them to the kid before adding, "These are for... umm... your dad." Even though it had been years since they last saw each other, he couldn't bring himself to say Elandor's name out loud yet.

The boy hesitated for a moment before stepping aside and nodding towards the living room. "He's in there," he muttered before scurrying away to whatever it was that had caught his attention earlier. Amon took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the roses again, and slowly walked into the living room.

Elandor was sitting on the couch, looking up at him with those damn blue eyes... and for the first time ever, Amon felt a pang of something he couldn't quite identify tear through his chest. He cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant as he said, "Hey."

Elandor raised an

"You look... different," he managed to say after a moment, his gaze sweeping over Elandor's body before returning to those familiar eyes. There was no way this conversation was going well so far. "I mean, not bad, but..." He paused, feeling even more awkward now. Maybe mentioning the kids would be a good idea?

"How are your... you know... things?" he finally asked, nodding towards the kitchen where Elandor's children could still be heard playing. The muscles in his chest tensed at the thought of those other people being a part of Elandor's life now, especially since they had been separated for so long.

Elandor's expression didn't change much, just a slight lift of his eyebrow as he looked back at Amon. "They are fine. You?" There was an edge to his voice that Amon hadn't expected; it almost felt like Elandor wasn't pleased to see him here. He gritted his teeth against the anger rising in his chest, determined not to let it show yet.

"I got out of jail," he said through clenched teeth. "I

"Oh..." was all Elandor seemed to manage before glancing down at the roses on the table between them. "Thanks... I guess." There it was again, that hint of something he couldn't quite place in Elandor's tone. Frustration, confusion, anger? All three, perhaps?

"I've been good," Amon lied through his teeth, willing himself not to lash out at Elandor for the way he was acting. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words that would make this conversation easier... but nothing came to mind. "So," he started slowly, casting about for anything else they could discuss besides their obvious elephant in the room, "how've you been keeping busy?"

Elandor took a deep breath and seemed to steel himself before looking back up at Amon. There was no missing the confusion and uncertainty on his face now. "I... I started my own business," he replied quietly, sounding slightly defensive even though it wasn't directed at Amon specifically."Well, well... Look who's grown up into a big shot!" Amon managed to force out with a smile that felt more like a grimace. He shifted uncom

"Yes... I have. Thank you." The tone was clearly sarcastic but not overly so. "And what about you? What have you been up to these past four years?" His expression was neutral as he waited for Amon's response, watching him carefully.

Amon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, you know... the usual," he replied casually, although there was a slight quaver in his voice that betrayed his nerves. "I kept myself busy with other things, that's all." He gestured vaguely to himself, taking in his physical appearance. "Look at me, hm? I've hardly changed, have I?"

Elandor studied him for a moment before saying carefully, "You look... different." It was barely noticeable, but there was a slight edge to the word 'different'. He paused and seemed to debate saying more, but then decided against it. "I take it you're looking for me?"

Amon snorted humorlessly. "Well, that makes one of us," he muttered under his breath before meeting Elandor's gaze again. There was a mix of emotions

It was becoming clear that this wasn't going to be as easy as he had hoped. Seeing Elandor with those kids... it was like a knife in his gut. He swallowed hard and decided to change the tone of their conversation, if only slightly. "Hey," he said softly, moving closer to sit beside Elandor on the couch. "Look, I know things have been fucked up between us for a while, but... maybe we could try again?" There it was; the offer that had been burning a hole in his heart since he'd left prison.

"Look, I know it's been tough," he started slowly, his voice softer now than before. "But we were good together... I mean, we still are, aren't we? We just need to figure this out." He reached out and laid a hand on Elandor's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know I messed up in the past, but I can change. I want to change for you." He paused, searching Elandor's face for any sign of hope or understanding.

Elandor said nothing, but he didn't push Amon away either, and that was enough to fuel Amon's determination to win back his love. For now, he would bide his time and keep trying to prove himself. It wouldn't be easy, but then again, nothing ever had been where Elandor was concerned.

"I know it's going to take some time," he murmured against the curve of Elandor's neck as he slid his hand higher up his thigh, gripping him possessively. "But I want you to know that I'm in this for the long haul." His other hand moved to massage one of Elandor's nipples through his shirt, eliciting a soft moan from him. "I just need you to believe me, babe," he whispered hoarsely, feeling his own desire for Elandor building with every touch and taste of him.

He could feel the firm length of his cock pressing against Elandor's ass, wanting nothing more than to slide inside and claim what was his. He didn't think he could last much longer without giving in to that urge... but for now, he wanted to focus on making sure Elandor knew how much he meant to him.

The air around them seemed charged with a mixture of desire, need, and something else far more primal and possessive. As Amon continued to explore every inch of skin within reach, his heart raced with the hope that maybe... just maybe... this time

The sound of Elandor's moans and gasps filled the air as Amon relentlessly teased and pleased him, leaving no inch of his body untouched. His cock ached with need for Elandor, the desire to claim what was his overwhelming every rational thought. As he felt the tears roll down Elandor's cheeks, he paused for a moment, pulling back to look at him.

Elandor's face was flushed and tear-streaked as he tried to hide his emotions behind closed eyes and pursed lips. Amon knew then that he had struck a chord deep within Elandor, one that went beyond the physical pleasure they were sharing. It filled him with a mixture of triumph and fear; triumph because he was finally getting through to Elandor again, and fear because now there was no going back.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips gently against Elandor's cheek, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "Do you understand that?" He searched Elandor's face intently, need