For Elio

[latermaybe]

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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[speakordie]

“You have such an eye for details,” I volley back, nearly overcome with emotion as I look at Oliver’s face. He’s so happy, so genuinely happy, and all I can think is that I want to be able to look back on this moment again and again, so I take my phone out of my back pocket and take a picture of his face. I take several pictures— of him, of me, of my hand wrapped around his cock.

I switch to video and point the camera at myself as I lower my head to press a kiss to the wet head of his cock, glancing into the camera as I drag my tongue over it and pull it into my mouth. The phone falls from my hand, camera still recording, as I focus all of my attention on Oliver, moaning around his cock as I start to bob my head up and down.

[latermaybe]

Watching him pull out his phone, my mouth went dry, my cock twitching treacherously in his palm.

Laughing breathlessly, I let my head fall back, one hand burying in his hair. "Let's hope one of your fans doesn't try and steal your photos off the cloud, or whatever they're calling it."

I only vaguely knew what any of that meant, and as soon as his mouth wrapped around my cock, I no longer cared one way or another.

[speakordie]

“Don’t use it,” I mumble, too distracted by the sight of his thick cock twitching in my hand. I don’t think that I’ll ever get used to how big it is, or how pretty.

My lips stretch around the girth of it, and I moan as the head nudges the back of my throat, slurping obscenely as I move my head up and down. Spit eases the way as I pull my fist up to meet my mouth as I sink down, over and over again, and I glance up at him as I breathe in deep through my nose.

When I sink down next, I keep going, swallowing around him until his cock sinks into the tight clutch of my throat. I gag a little, choking like something out of a porno, and the sound of it makes my own cock throb. I lift my hand to let him know that I’m okay, then lift his hand to the back of my head to press it there deliberately, looking up at him with pleading eyes. I want him to fuck my throat, to use me and take what he needs while I watch his face.

[latermaybe]

"God," I groaned helplessly, and feeling emboldened, I reached out and fumbled in the sheets until my hand closed over the phone. Holding it in one hand, I aimed the camera at him, at my cock disappearing down his throat. My aim was poor, especially when he guided my hand to the back of his head, the camera wobbling until I managed to prop it against my chest.

"Fuck," I said disbelievingly, fingers gripping his hair as I started to roll my hips. Tentative, at first. Soon, less so.

[speakordie]

When I glance up to see that Oliver is pointing the camera at me, I pause only enough for my pupils to darken, nostrils flaring slightly as I feel a surge of arousal. I am a performer, after all.

I really make a show of it, choking a little as he fucks into my throat. Saliva leaks from the corner of my mouth, wetting my chin and my hand as I slide it down to cup his balls. Oliver gets more confident after a few strokes and pushes at the back of my head until his cock is as deep in my throat as it can get, my nose pressed to his pubic bone. It cuts off my airflow, leaving Oliver in charge of when I’ll breathe again, and I know it’s sick, but I almost feel like I could come just from this.

I look at him and then into the camera, eyes blurring as they start to water, and I moan as best I can with my throat stuffed full of his cock. When he pulls my head up, his cock slips from my mouth and I suck in a breath, lips swollen and chin wet as I surge up his body to press my mouth to his.

“I need you inside me right now,” I pant out, reaching back to press my sweats down over my hips. The phone is pressed between us now, but I know that it’s still recording, so I keep on talking, murmuring against his ear as I rock against him almost mindlessly. “I need your cock, pesca. Please fuck me. Per favore, Oliver.”

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The phone fell face down on my chest, but I hardly noticed. Scrambling higher up the bed, I reached for the bedside drawer and fumbled blindly for the lube. "Okay. Fuck. Okay," I assured him, gripping his ass in one hand, a dry fingertip prodding against the tight clench of his hole.

My fingers finally closed over the tube and I drew it out, swallowing a grunt of pain as I knocked my knuckles against the edge of the bedside table.

Lube spilling over my cock, over my fingers, I pressed one into him, another, making hasty work of slicking him up. "Shh," I soothed him, free hand rubbing down his spine. Urging him onto his knees astride my lap, I said, "Show me," as I drew him down onto my cock.

[speakordie]

While Oliver gets the lube, I pick up the phone and prop it up against some books on the nightstand, angling at us and still recording. Soon, I forget about the camera entirely because Oliver's slick fingers are pressing into me and he's using that insanely hot voice that's soothing and commanding all at once, and I nod as he positions me over his cock. He pulls me down onto it, spearing me open, and I let out a soft cry because there's a bit of a sting due to the hurried prep, but I always like that minor bit of pain because it reminds me of that very first night and I know now, unlike then, that it'll soon give way to the most euphoric sort of pleasure.

"Fuck, Oliver," I pant out, mewling softly against his neck as I stubbornly work my way down onto his cock, not stopping until my ass is flush with his hips and he's taking up all the space he can inside me. My head falls back as I pause to adjust, breath hitching as my fingernails dig into his shoulders, and I lift my head to meet his eyes, switching seamlessly into Italian. "You're so fucking big. I can practically taste you."

I take a moment to just relish in the fullness, clenching experimentally around him as I reach for his clean hand, the one he smacked against the nightstand. His knuckle is red and a little raw, and I press a kiss to it before taking the whole digit into his mouth, wanting as much of him inside of me as I can get.

[latermaybe]

"Fuck," I echoed, gripping at his hip as he settled down in my lap, his body clenching so tight that I momentarily feared this would all be over way too soon. He took my finger into his mouth, but it wasn't a show for the camera, which we'd both nearly forgotten.

"You're so—" My breath hitched and I thrust into him, the hand gripping his hip urging him to move. "My God, you're amazing."

[speakordie]

Oliver compliments me and it's even better than the roar of a crowd, better than any applause or praise because it's him that matters. It's him that I want to impress and make happy for the rest of our lives. There's Oliver, and then there's everything else.

"Yeah?" I give him a breathless grin and position my knees under me so I can start to move up and down, fucking myself on his cock hard enough that the sounds of our bodies meeting seems to echo in the room. My elbows rest on his shoulders and I look down at him, hair falling into my eyes as I pull myself nearly all of the way off of him and then sink down again, clenching down around him each time.

"Just a little sneak preview of my husbandly duties," I pant out with a teasing smile, tossing my head back with a cry as the angle changes and his cock slams hard against my prostate with each eager bounce.

[latermaybe]

"Very different from your boyfriendly duties," I clarified, my mouth falling open as I watched him practically bounce on my cock.

"You're amazing," I said again, drawing my knees up, heels planted on the mattress to give myself leverage. "You're like no one else, Elio."

He seemed lost to pleasure, mouth slack and his eyes closed, and he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

[speakordie]

“Yes, because now I have this gorgeous ring.” I put that hand on my chest, sliding it up to wrap loosely around my own neck so he can see the ring glitter on my finger. I lift my head to meet his gaze, smiling as I pump up and down on his cock, whimpering each time it strikes my prostate on the way in. There’s so much of him, and even though I am completely inexperienced outside of him, I know that it can’t get any better than this.

It’s impossible. The two of us were made to fit together, like a key and a lock.

When my thighs start to burn, I plant my hands against his shoulders and shift my weight a little, bringing our faces closer together. Our eyes meet and it’s electric, adding to the bone deep pleasure coursing through me. “I can’t wait to marry you, Oliver. God, I can’t fucking wait.”

[latermaybe]

Gasping, I watched the way his hand curved against the sleek column of his own throat. The ring really was ridiculously pretty, dainty on his slim fingers, and I groaned, my hips stuttering briefly out of rhythm.

When he leaned forward, I wrapped both arms around his back, bringing him close, our bodies able to do little more than grind together. "I don't think we could..." I panted, grinning against his cheek. "... get anyone in to officiate right now."

[speakordie]

"I bet Neil would," I joke, then immediately wrinkle my nose and laugh. "He can never know we mentioned him during sex."

Oliver's arms go around me and I groan, leaning against him and arching my hips as he rocks up into me with shallow thrusts that nearly lift me off of the bed. The pleasure is deep and toe-curling, flowing through every inch of me, and I cry out softly as I open my mouth against the side of his neck.

"Fuck, Oliver," I breathe out, clenching down around him and rubbing my cock shamelessly against his belly as he presses up inside of me so deep that I can barely breathe. "How does it just keep getting better and better?"

[latermaybe]

"Let's not do it again," I suggested, barely stifling a laugh of my own. My initial aversion to be around the other man, sensing his familiarity but not being able to remember any of our interactions, had faded somewhat. It helped that he didn't smirk at me quite as openly anymore.

But thoughts of him, or anyone else, were fleeting. His laughter, his soft breath and groans of pleasure, were so beautiful. It was strange to be distracted by someone while you were with them, the little details pulling my attention away from the moment.

But the distraction was brief. He said my name, his body tightening around my cock, and I gasped, feeling the tell-tale tightness deep in my groin and knowing I wouldn't last much longer. "Practice." I panted, pulling him down harder onto my cock, murmuring a desperate, "Elio, you've got to come for me, bello."

[speakordie]

"Ah, ah. Not yet," I pant out, reaching out and putting my hands on Oliver's cheeks and slowing to a halt in his lap. He makes a desperate sort of noise and I shush him soothingly, stroking my thumbs over his cheekbones and giving him a soft kiss. "Not yet, pesca. I want it to last longer."

I move one hand to his chest, urging him to take a deep breath with me, one and then another, backing us away from that ledge while he grips at my hips so tightly that I'm sure that I'll have welcomed bruises.

Once I'm confident that neither of us are about to explode, I press a kiss to his mouth and then pull off of his cock to fall back against the bed, drawing my knees up and spreading my legs, arms up over my head in the most lascivious pose I can manage.

"I've done the bulk of the work," I tease, pursing my lips in a kiss at him and arching my back. "I think it's your turn."

[latermaybe]

"What?" I said blearily, a confused whine escaping my chest as he settled in my lap. Laughing breathlessly, I nodded my head, hands tightening convulsively on his hips before letting him go. With a groan, I rolled over to kneel on the bed, my cock lurching at just the sight of him.

"You think you're really cute, don't you?" I said wryly, kissing the bend of his knee and then ducking my head to drag my tongue up the length of his stiff cock. Deciding to give him a bit of his own medicine, I nuzzled between his legs, drawing one of his balls into my mouth, then lower, my tongue pressing into his hole, which was already slick and open for me.

[speakordie]

“Yes, I think I’m really cute,” I reply with a happy grin, watching as he shifts his gorgeous body to climb over me. The expectation, of course, is that he’ll shove his cock back into me but (of course?) that isn’t what happens.

Oliver kisses my knee and then ducks his head to lick at my cock, and my eyes widen before slamming shut at the pleasure. And then his mouth goes lower, tongue sliding in so easily where his cock had just been, and I let out a low, drawn out moan and toss my arm over my eyes.

“Ohh, my fucking God,” I pant out, whimpering and cursing in Italian as I rock my hips back against his face. “You’re so fucking amazing, Oliver.”

My cock lurches and I give a full body shiver, moaning softly as I lift my knees and reach down to bury both my hands in his thick hair.

[latermaybe]

Leaning back just enough to rumble out a low laugh, I let him reel me back in, his hands tight in my hair, his body shivering beneath me. I licked him deeply, thoroughly, wanting to climb inside of him. Eventually, I sat back, replacing my tongue with the press of my index and middle finger.

Resting my cheek against his thigh, I curled my fingers up inside of him, rocking them against his prostate.

"You are really cute," I confirmed, smiling up at him playfully.

[speakordie]

“And you’re killing me,” I pant out, laughing breathlessly and reaching up to drag both hands through my hair. Oliver’s fingers press into me so expertly that if I were an instrument, they’d call him a savant.

“But I guess I asked for it, didn’t I?” He practically massages my prostate and the relentless pleasure makes my spine arch, eyes rolling back in my hand as I slap my hands down onto the bed. “Ohh, fuck.”

My spine feels molten and I cry out loudly, lifting my head to give him a desperately needy look, almost pouting at him. “I want you inside me when I come, pesca.”

[latermaybe]

"Alright, alright," I soothed, kissing the inside of his thigh and climbing up his body. Slipping my fingers free of him, I replaced them with my cock, settling deep in one smooth slide. Panting out a breath, I took a brief moment to find my bearings. Then, gripping his thighs, I settled into a firm, steady rhythm, watching his face to find the perfect angle.

"Is this what you want, bello?"

[speakordie]

When Oliver’s cock is filling me up once again, I let out a sharp cry and arch my back, tossing my arms up over my head as I stare up at Oliver’s face. His big hands are digging into my thighs, pulling me back onto his cock as the muscles in his arms and chest shift with the effort, and it’s stunning. I can’t believe that I get to have this night after night.

“Yeah,” I pant out, pushing up onto one elbow so I can reach out and put a hand on his arm. My ring sparkles in the dim light and I smile up at him, hair spilling into my face. “This is what I want and I want it forever.”

The angle changes so that he strikes my prostate and I shout, gripping at his arm and curling my toes as my body goes tense. I try to hold back, desperate for just a few more seconds, but I come with a cry of his name, hips jerking as I fall back against the bed and shoot across my belly, all the way up to my chest. “Oliver.”

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I fucked him through it, slowing down enough to drag it out for just a little while longer, knowing that he craved having me linger inside of him in the moments after.

"Elio," I echoed back, my forehead resting against his, "Elio."

After a valiant effort to hold off, I succumbed to my own orgasm moments later, my hand on his face and my eyes locked on his. I cried out, shuddering through it as I filled him up, our bodies locked together as I all but collapsed on his chest.

[speakordie]

Oliver drags my orgasm out, keeping waves of pleasure rolling over me, cresting again and again until I can hardly stand it. My body goes rigid and I cry out sharply, fingernails digging into his back as I cling at him desperately. Just when it almost gets to be too much, Oliver's cock goes impossibly hard inside and me and he comes, face contorted beautifully as we struggle to maintain eye contact.

Our bodies go lax at the same time, both of us collapsing against the bed and holding onto each other, dragging in deep breaths. He's heavy on top of me, but it's a welcome weight and I curl my arms around him, dragging one hand down his sweat-slick back.

"Fuck, Oliver," I pant out against his cheek, knees falling open to the side. "Oh, wow."

[latermaybe]

"Yeah," I agreed, smiling dazedly into the curve of his neck. We were so entangled it was easy to believe we could occupy the same body.

I kissed his jaw, then his cheek. Then, gathering him close, I shifted us over onto our sides, taking my weight off of his chest while keeping bodies locked together.

"Husbandly duties, huh?"

[speakordie]

Oliver rolls us and I groan, using the last of my strength to cling to him so he doesn't slip out of me. We settle against the bed, our heads on one pillow, limbs tangled together as our hearts start to slow. I stay quiet, eyes closed as he presses soft, slow kisses to my face, and then laugh softly and crack my eyes open to look at him.

"Yeah, you know," I begin, smiling and reaching up to push his hair back from his face. "Coming home to a home cooked meal and then getting a blowjob. That kind of thing."

I give him a teasing smile, scrunching my nose and putting my hand on his face as my expression evens out to one more serious. "Making you as happy as I possibly can."