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.
