latermaybe | For Elio

For Elio

As summer drew to a close, the new semester gearing up and the anniversary of my third year in Darrow approaching, I couldn't help but think back on my conversation with Sihyun at Pride. My reaction to the news of his engagement has nagged at the back of my mind since the Spring. Even more so, I was rattled by my later admission that the planning of a wedding, and the stress and attention it would bring, was something I instinctively shrank from.

It made me quiet and contemplative, and while I could hide such things in the first weeks of the semester, I knew now that Elio would've noticed.

So, tonight, I made tea. I bought a box of pastries we both liked. Our dinner was small, intimate, as it usually was. Comfortable. Content. I was happy, and making a change felt unwise, but I knew we were both waiting for the other to do something. Say something.

And it needed to be me.

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His finger slid into me and I let out a low whine, mouth falling open and my eyes fluttering shut. Soon, he'd pressed in with two, and I rocked back against him, mouth dry and my cock lurching.

"Now. I'm ready, now,," I said, because I wanted to feel it— the burning stretch of my body making way for his cock, the moment where discomfort always gave way to exquisite pleasure.

“Okay, okay,” I soothe, sliding my hand along his lower back as I slowly withdraw my fingers, gripping his hip to tug him a little closer to the edge of the bed. I put one knee on the bed and leave my other foot on the floor, then slick my cock and toss the tube on the floor somewhere.

“Fuck, you look amazing.” After taking a moment to marvel at him, big and needy and all mine, I grab his hip and position myself behind him, rubbing the head of my cock against his hole a few times before slowly pushing in, mouth falling open with a groan as my hips press forward, not stopping until our bodies are flush together. “Oliver.”

I let out a low, shuddering sigh as he settled against me, cock impossibly deep and our hips pressed flush. I'd forgotten about the video. I'd forgotten about everything but him, his cock, and what my name sounded like on his lips.

"You feel amazing," I countered, managing to twist enough to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder. "Elio, fuck." Rising up onto my hands, I pushed back against him, playfully demanding.

"Hey now," I admonish playfully, slapping lightly at Oliver's ass when he pushes back against me. "I'm the one running this show."

He looks over his shoulder at me and even though I am literally inside of him, I still swoon at the sight-- bright blue eyes and wavy blonde hair, strong jaw and devastating All-American good looks. He's all mine. How is it that he's all mine?

Stunned as I am, I remember the look that Oliver gave me when we started, the one burning with a certain sort of need, so I lean forward and wrap my hand around his elbow, giving it a tug hard enough that he's forced to bend it. "I'll fuck you how I want to, pesca. Just how you need."

"God. Okay, okay," I said, laughing breathlessly, his teasing slap sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. He loomed over me, his skinny pressed against my spine, and yanked me back down onto my elbows.

Ass in the air, I let out a low, desperate whine. Still, I managed to goad him, just a little. "Then do it, beautiful," I said, my head ducked and my smile hidden.

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Oliver urges me on and I spank him again, this slap harder and sharper, not to admonish him but just because he likes it. And I like to see the pink echo of my hand there, etched into the pale skin of his perfect ass like a brand.

My hands go to his hips, holding on tightly as I use the leverage of my foot on the floor to snap my hips forward, plunging into him with one quick thrust. The sound he makes is the best kind of music and I hiss through my teeth as I fuck him hard, leaning over him to press one hand into the center of his back to hold him down, keeping his ass tipped up obscenely.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" I pant out, voice low and sweet despite my bruising thrusts. "Let me hear you."

WIth a low, unsteady cry, I squeezed my eyes shut, hands clutching at the sheets, mouth hanging open as he held me down and fucked me hard enough to leave me seeing stars. "Oh my God," I whispered, toes curling, "Oh fuck."

Within minutes, my cock was drooling onto the sheets, swinging obscenely between my spread thighs, my upper body having fallen completely onto the mattress while my ass stayed angled shamelessly in the air. I'd long since given up on pretending I didn't love to be fucked like this. Fucked until I could barely think. Fucked until I could barely take it. I cried out, gritting out a stream of mindless obscenities behind my teeth. Finally, I panted, "Oh, God. I don't want to come yet. Stop. Fuck." I wheezed out a helpless laugh, reaching back with one hand to motion for him to slow down.

My one coherent thought while fucking Oliver into oblivion is that I am grateful for all the work we’ve done on my stamina. I’m older now, with lots of practice, and I can do pretty well at holding my orgasms at bay. I fuck him relentlessly, periodically spanking him hard enough to hear the echo of it ring out.

He’s so perfect and I am so, so close that it’s both a relief and a cruelty when he tells me to stop. It’s not until he reaches back with his hand that I manage to slow down, shifting until I can take his hand in my own. I squeeze it as I slow to a halt, burying my cock inside of him and resting there.

“You okay?” I pant out, even though I’m fairly confident of the answer. It can’t hurt to check in, just in case. “You want me to pull out?”

Laughing breathlessly, I said, "No, don't you dare."

I took a moment to catch my breath, willing myself to calm down enough that I wouldn't come the moment we started to move again.

"God," I groaned, beginning to roll my hips, shamelessly fucking myself on his cock for the camera to see. "I'm good. Just go easy, or this isn't going to last."

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a laugh, sliding my hand reassuringly across his lower back. Honestly, I’m a little grateful the reprieve, and I spend a few moments keeping my hips mostly still and taking deep breaths with my eyes closed.

They snap open again as Oliver begins to wantonly roll his hips, fucking himself on my still cock, and I bring myself to full height and move my arms behind my back for a moment just to get a good shot of it on camera. I stare down at the place where our bodies meet and let out a low moan, watching my cock disappear into him again and again.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I pant out, bringing both of my hands down on his hips hard and grabbing onto him as I drive into him hard, grinding into him before suddenly pulling all the way out. I grip his hips and push him hard to the side, reaching down to grip his thigh and tug.

“Turn over, pesca,” I urge, grabbing a pillow to shove under his back. “I want to see your face when you come.”

Having him pull out was unexpected, but being shoved hard onto my side was a shock. Eyes wide as he manhandled me onto my back, I let out a sound that was equal parts surprised laughter and devastatingly aroused moan.

"Okay, okay," I said, helping to shove the pillow under my ass, legs spread wide as I reached for him. "It's not going to take much," I warned him, chuckling softly.

“Don’t act like this isn’t what you wanted,” I tease breathlessly, grinning down at Oliver as his thighs spread open for me. He reaches for me and I fall over him, propping myself up on one hand as I position my cock at his hole with the other, rocking forward and sinking back into him with a low, drawn out groan.

“I’ll spank you whenever you want, baby. Don’t be shy,” I tell him with a playful wink, hair spilling over my forehead as I plant my hands into the bed and start to fuck him with deep, rolling thrusts. And then, more seriously: “I’ll always give you just what you need.”

Laughing breathlessly, I said, "I'll let you know." He started to move and I groaned, head dropping back against the mattress with a thud.

"Oh, God. That's... keep doing that," I said, gripping his hips and driving him in deeper. It was good. It was perfect and I let myself sink into it, the ever tangled thoughts in my head fading into blissful white noise.

“That’s it. I’ve got you,” I say as his head falls back, keeping up that same rhythm. I’m so focused on making him feel good that I’m able to pull myself back from the edge a bit, wanting to draw this out for as long as I can. He looks so, so beautiful and I’m suddenly so glad that I opened that camera.

“Think you can come without me touching you?” I pant out, letting my gaze dip to his cock, hard and angry red, leaking onto his belly. “I bet you could.”

"Sounds like a challenge," I said, lifting my head and managing to crack open an eye to look at him, grinning briefly before my mouth dropped open around a gasp.

"God, you keep that up, and I just might."

“I don’t plan on stopping,” I assure him, because I may be drenched in sweat and practically shaking with pleasure, but it’s him that I’m focused on. My own body can wait if it’s in service to Oliver.

“Do you want me to sweet talk you? Tell you how good your tight little ass feels around my cock?” I ask in low Italian, grinning and flicking my hair back as I start to fuck him a little harder, making sure to nail the right spot each time. “Would that help?”

"No." I grinned, shaking my head. "God, no. I don't know. Maybe." I wheezed a laugh, my cock jolting at little more than the flutter of his breath against my cheek, and the low drone of his voice in my ear.

I nodded, gripping the backs of my thighs and keeping them spread open, my cock leaking steadily onto my belly. "Fuck. Elio... please. I..."

His reaction makes me laugh, low and hopelessly fond. I love him so much, more and more every single day, and I am still consistently in awe that I get to have him in my life. What a gift he is, and I am so, so lucky.

“You’re doing so well, pesca. So good for me,” I croon in his ear, shifting down onto my elbows as I thrust into him, breathing hot against his jaw as his wet cock gets trapped between our bellies. “I know you’re close, sweetheart. Just let go. I’m here.”

Pleading softly, a jumble of encouragement and endearments and curses, I let one hand slip from my thigh to grip desperately at his hip, pulling him in deep and rocking in tandem against him.

He was right— it didn't take long. I came with a hoarse cry, come splattering his belly and my own. Clutching him tight, I murmured against his cheek, "Now you, bello."

“That’s it. You’re so perfect,” I tell him as he comes, lifting a hand to his face as I press our foreheads together, mouth slack from the pleasure. He shakes beneath me, ass going impossibly tight, and I’m coming as soon as he says the words.

It seems to drag on and on and I whimper against his mouth as I empty inside of him, cock pulsing as I stay pressed in as deeply as I can.

“Fuck, I love you,” I gasp out, smiling against his mouth and then kissing him, sloppy and off center.

Echoing his words with a garbled string of my own, I held him tight, returning his kisses as best I could. Eventually, I let out a low, hoarse rumble of laughter, and with an exhausted grin, I pulled his weight down onto my chest, legs wrapped around his hips.

Soon, I would need him to pull out, the friction too much, but for the moment, I didn't want to lose closeness.

Chuckling against his cheek, I murmured, "Well..."

Sometimes Oliver doesn’t want me to linger inside of him after we’ve both come so there is usually a pause where I wait to see what cue he gives me. This time, he pulls me in close and I breathe a grateful sigh, pressing my face just under his jaw.

“Well,” I repeat, smiling into his neck before lifting my head to look down at him, biting my bottom lip and then kissing his chin, sliding my fingers up into his sweaty hair. “I’d say we’ve gotten pretty good at that. Experts in the subject, even.”

Laughing breathlessly, I let on leg fall to the mattress, body relaxing under his weight.

"We get in a lot of practice," I agreed, leaning shamelessly into his touch. Smiling up at him, I traced a fingertip along the bridge of his nose, over the swell of his lips, tapping gently at his chin. Struggling to keep a straight face, I added, "Don't let anyone tell you that you're not good with you're instrument."

"Oh my God." I burst out laughing, nose wrinkling as I cover his face with my hand and push him away. "On that note."

Slowly, I pull out of him and crawl off the bed, stumbling a little on jellied legs over to the phone. I pick it up and hold it out, getting my face and his prone, well-fucked body in frame. "This concludes Elio and Oliver's engagement celebration video." I turn the camera around to point it at Oliver, glancing down at the screen to make sure he's in frame and then looking up at his face.

"I love him more than anything, so help me." I end the video and let the phone clatter to the nightstand, then jump onto the bed again, slinging myself across Oliver in a diagonal line and then hold out my hand to admire my ring, sighing contentedly.

I laughed, playfully holding my hand up to cover my face, as if a whole lot more of me hadn't already been immortalized on that little device.

I had just enough time to get more comfortable on the bed before he sprawled across me, making a show of gazing at his ring.

Chuckling, I ruffled a hand through his hair, and saying, not for the first time, "It looks good on you."

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