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]

“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.”

[latermaybe]

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.

[speakordie]

“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.”

[latermaybe]

"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."

[speakordie]

“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?”

[latermaybe]

"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..."

[speakordie]

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.”

[latermaybe]

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."

[speakordie]

“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.

[latermaybe]

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..."

[speakordie]

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.”

[latermaybe]

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."

[speakordie]

"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.

[latermaybe]

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."

[speakordie]

"It really does," I agree, butting my head up to his hand like a spoiled cat before rolling off of him to lay at his side, turning to prop my head up on my hand as I rest the other one on his chest, ring shining next to his Star. I feel so happy that I might burst. And more than that, I feel like some missing piece of me has just been slotted back into place after all this time. I never would have guessed that I would want to be married so badly, but then again, I never could have guessed that I would meet him.

"Tomorrow we can go pick out one for you," I say happily, wriggling in even closer to him and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. "Brunch first, and then ring shopping."

[latermaybe]

"We'll pick one out while we're both drunk on champagne. That seems like a sound strategy," I teased him, throwing an arm around his waist and hauling him closer.

"Is this brunch happening in public, or are we staying here?"

I didn't hate the idea of going out, but I would never turn down the opportunity for an intimate breakfast, just the two of us.

[speakordie]

“Literally nothing could go wrong.” Oliver strong arms me in closer and I toss a leg over his thigh, smiling at the intimate press of my mostly soft, sticky thigh against his hip.

“Mm, that’s a good question,” I reply, brow furrowing as I think about it. I had pictured us out somewhere when I said it, but the idea of delivery is an appealing one. Perhaps too appealing…

“But do you think we’ll actually get out of bed to go somewhere if we drink mimosas in it?” I ask seriously. “If any syrup or powdered sugar gets on you, our plans are toast.”