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[latermaybe]

From here.

Falling back on the reclined seats, I gripped his hips and dragged him closer, swallowing a strangled moan as the fabric of his trousers brushed against my painfully hard cock.

"You shouldn't have taken that off," I teased him, glancing at the tangle of clothes sliding to the floor. "I had this vision of fucking you with your suit on." I leaned up to bite at the curve of his jaw, grinning as my fingertips dipped below his waistband.

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[speakordie]

“Well, let’s not be hasty,” I say with a laugh, reaching over to grab my jacket again. After shaking out the shirt and tie, I pull just the jacket over my shoulders and then, on a whim, I stretch the long, narrow pink tie out and take it between my teeth, breathing around it as I reach down and yank open my pants, tugging my cock out of my black underwear.

After shifting my hips, I can press our cocks together, curling my hand around both as best I can, and my mouth falls open on a moan.

The pink fabric falls from my lips and I grab one end of it, laughing as I move my hand to wrap the silky material loosely around them instead, staring down with dark eyes as I rock my hips almost mindlessly, struck by the image of fuchsia silk against the dark, wet pink of our cocks.

“Fuck,” I breathe out again, because my vocabulary seems to go entirely out the window when it comes to him.

[latermaybe]

Laughing, I settled my hands on his hips, under the fabric of his jacket. In the darkness of the backseat, his skin appeared ghostly white in contrast to the bright fuchsia of his suit. My mouth fell open and I bucked into the friction of his palm, and the cool silk he'd wrapped around us.

Gripping his waistband, I gave it a clumsy tug, gasping with laughter at the sound of threads ripping.

"Have you got lube stowed away in the glove compartment, or am I going to have to improvise?"

[speakordie]

“Hey, hey. This was expensive,” I say against his neck, nipping playfully at his skin before pulling back to lean against the seats, rolling my hips mostly just to put on a show for him. The other reason is so that I can reach into the center console and feel around for the lube that’s sat untouched for so long. It should still be fine. And if it’s not, I really don’t care.

“You forget who you’re talking to,” I tease, biting my lip as I toss the lube at him and lift the silk to loop it around the back of his neck, wrapping both ends in my fists to pull him in for another hungry kiss.

[latermaybe]

"I'll buy you a new one," I said distractedly, eyes drawn to the long line of his torso as he twisted around to rummage between the seats. I nearly fumbled the tube of lubricant onto the floor, gasping when I was dragged into a kiss that could only be described as lewd.

After a few moments I had my hand down the back of his pants, prodding at him inelegantly, my other hand wrapped around his cock. Sex with him was always dizzying, but this was in the running for hottest thing that had ever happened to me— a list that included only things that had happened between the two of us.

[speakordie]

As we kiss, mouths meeting in a messy clash, I twist the fabric around my hands, making it shorter and shorter until I can press my thumbs into his jaw and hold him there, pinned against me. His finger presses into me and I whimper, taking his bottom lip between my teeth as I pull tighter at the fabric at the back of his neck.

The angle isn’t quite right and I need more, so I unwind the fabric from my hands, leaving it looped around his shoulders as I reach down to tug my pants down over my ass. It’s tough to get them down far enough to make room for his cock and keep my thighs open astride his lap, but I manage it. Seams definitely pop, but I can’t bring myself to care as I grab at the ends of the tie again, pulling at them as if they were reins as I lean in to kiss him again.

“Come on, fuck me,” I pant against his mouth, grinning against the corner of it as I wrap the fabric around my hands again, giving the ends two sharp tugs. “I want to go for a ride.”

[latermaybe]

"Ah. Watch it," I warned, giving his hip a pinch and chuckling against his mouth. When I pressed two fingers into him, I was as rough as I'd ever dared to be. Or, as rough as I remembered. It was nearly impossible to get the right angle, but gripping his hip, I pumped my fingers into him as deeply as I could, our mouths messy and open against each other as we both panted for air.

Pulling away just long enough to spill more lube onto my cock, I slicked myself up hastily, the two of us fumbling to get lined up. We banged elbows and knees, my cock jabbing obscenely against his ass before catching on his rim and opening him up. "God. Fuck," I gasped, gripping his hips as gravity drew him down further onto my cock, one foot planted on the floor of the car and the other on the back of the driver's seat. It was ungainly and ridiculous and I was out of my mind with how hot it all was.

[speakordie]

His fingers shove into me and wipe the smirk from my face, making me moan almost desperately against his jaw. The intrusion is rough and quick and stings a little, but in a good way, like a bite. He keeps thrusting them into me and I’m relieved that he’s seemed to realize that he doesn’t have to be careful with me, and I can be freer with my own desires.

When his fingers slip free, I make a noise of protest even though I know what’s coming. His thick cock presses into me and he drags me down onto it, strong hands not waiting for me to adjust, and I let out a loud cry as pleasure explodes outward, shooting up my spine as I pull hard at the tie.

“Fuck, just like that,” I gasp out, holding the sides of his face and digging my knees into the car seat on either side of his hips. A seatbelt buckle is digging into my knee in a way that I’m sure will bruise and the windows are already fogging up. It’s awkward and beautiful and so insanely hot that I want to write it into a song so it outlives us. “Oliver.”

[latermaybe]

"Don't wear yourself out," I panted against his mouth, thrusting into him as steadily as I could in the cramped space of his backseat. "You're going to fuck me when we get home."

Home. It spilled out of me without a second-thought. The reality that we didn't share a home was the furthest thing from my mind. We were going to go home and he was going to fuck my brains out and then I wasn't going to move from his bed— from our bed until noon.

The car's low ceiling wasn't very forgiving, but I urged him to move as much as he could. I didn't want it to end, but at this pace, neither of us were going to last long.

[speakordie]

"Oh, I'll fuck you," I promise, panting out the words as I duck my head against his shoulder to give myself a little more room to bounce up and down on his cock, biting at him through his shirt to keep from crying out. I pull harder at the tie, using it to hold him against me. "Next time, you should tie my hands with this."

What we're doing can only be described as rutting, something instinctual and primal, and it feels so good that I feel like I might just burn away and float up into the atmosphere.

"I like it when you tie me up, when you hold me down," I get out, dragging my tongue along the side of his neck and moaning low into his ear, toes curling in my dress shoes as one leg kicks back against the seat. "I like it when you come inside of me, pesca. I like it when you lick it out of me."

I also love it when it's nice and slow, when it's so sweet that it makes me cry, but he knows that already. These are the things that I've been holding back, what I think about when I touch myself. "Oliver, please, please. Come inside me."

[latermaybe]

"Good Lord," I groaned helplessly, making a sound somewhere between laughter and a sob. My hands gripped at him savagely. Later, I might worry about bruises, but in the moment, neither of us cared. Silk pulling tight along the back of my neck, his belt biting into my skin, legs cramped and everything just on the right side of pain, and he arched just right, crying out in the confines of the car, and that was enough.

It was more than enough.

I came with a shout, the sound of it impossibly loud in the quiet of this little uninhabited corner of the city, my hand closing clumsily around his cock. None of what happened had much finesse, but it got the job done.

[speakordie]

Everything builds and builds until I'm unaware of anything but the cresting pleasure, vision blurred as Oliver cries out next to my ear. His cock pulses inside of me and I moan, bouncing a few more times before sinking down and taking him as deeply as I can. With him trembling against me, breathing hot against my ear and tugging at my cock, there's no holding off.

When I come, it's with a sobbing moan, and I reach up to slam my hand against the ceiling as my hips jerk. It goes on and on and I rock my hips to work us bother through it until I can't anymore, slumping against him, smearing my come between our bodies.

"Fuck," I pant out, letting go of the silk strap around his neck to cup his jaw instead, fingertips pressing in against his scalp.

[latermaybe]

For a long while, we sat sprawled against one another, panting to catch our breathe. My head tipped back against the seat, I blinked up at the ceiling, mouth moving soundlessly until I finally managed a distant, "Wow."

Despite the chill outside, the inside of the car was muggy and close, smelling of sex and of the two of us. I groaned, pulling him close, and let out a weak laugh.

[speakordie]

"Thank you," I reply with a soft chuckle, turning my head to press a kiss to the juncture of his neck and shoulder where there is a faint pink indent in his skin, left behind by the tie around his neck. I drag my tongue along it, kissing again before lifting my head to look up at him, nearly nose to nose with him as I cup the side of his face.

"Fuck, that was good." I kiss him again, long and lingering, and then ease off of his cock with a hum, shifting until I can lay across the back seat with my head in his lap, his spent cock pressed to the side of my neck, wet and sticky and intimate. Oliver looks a little dazed, and I remind myself that he is unused to us fucking quite like this, with me so confident in what we're doing. The thought could make me sad, but it doesn't. Instead I am just quietly amused, and eager to show him what else we can do.

[latermaybe]

With another breathless laugh, I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting my head just enough to look down at him with an uncharacteristically dopey grin.

"You're expecting me to drive home after that, huh?"

I was fine to drive, obviously, but wasn't going to pass up the chance to tease him.

[speakordie]

He smiles down at me and he looks so beautiful that I ache, shivering at the sight of him all flushed and sweaty. And happy. He looks happy. Carefree, even. Oliver’s genuine smile is the most gorgeous thing in the world, and when it’s there because of me, I feel on top of the world.

“Mm, we can sit here for a moment,” I murmur, turning my head enough to bury my face in the soft curls above his cock, unabashedly breathing him in before smiling happily up at him again, almost cheeky. “Breathe it all in.”

[latermaybe]

"Sick," I teased him, ruffling a hand through his hair. This time, I knew he wouldn't shrink away, like he had in the villa. If he was sick, we were both sick together, and there was no way else I'd rather be.

"You're making a mess of yourself," I murmured, smearing a wet spot on his chin with my thumb, my smile widening as I dragged it across his parted lips.

[speakordie]

No, I don't shrink away. This time I just grin proudly, looking him in the eye as his slick thumb slides along my lips. I pull the digit into my mouth, cheeks hollowing around it as I suck it clean. If I am sick, he's just as sick as me, so I am at peace with it. His is the only opinion on the matter. He's the only person who gets to see that part of me.

"Too bad it's so cold outside," I murmur as I slide my hand up his arm to curl it around his wrist, holding it still as I drag my tongue over the side of his palm, biting gently as I look up at him with dark eyes. "We could take a dip in the lake."

[latermaybe]

"Next time," I promised, tugging my hand gently from his grasp and burying my fingers in his hair. "We'll have to wait until summer. You're delicate constitution can't handle these temperatures."

I lifted my head to grin down at him, giving his hair a playful tug.

[speakordie]

"You're not wrong." I smile up at him and then wrinkle my nose as he tugs at my hair, playfully baring my teeth at him. Once I feel like I've caught my breath and can think properly, not to mention regaining feeling in my legs, I reach down to tug my underwear and slacks up over my hips, grimacing a little at the mess between my legs. "You're also paying for this dry cleaning bill."

Once my pants are buttoned, I sit up enough to give him a firm kiss on the mouth, humming a little before pulling away. Rather than crawling over the seat, I open the back door to get some fresh air in the car and cool down, only to immediately yelp once I hop out at the breeze chills the sweat on my skin.

"Holy shit, holy shit." I scramble bck into the passenger seat with a laugh, shivering a bit as I reach for the seatbelt. "Come on, get us home. I made you a promise and I intend to keep it."

[latermaybe]

With a full-throated laugh, I followed him out of the car, quickly buttoning up my pants before sliding into the driver's seat.

"Alright, alright. Hold your horses," I said, starting up the car and carefully turning us around on the gravel lot. We were both a mess, but there was a shower waiting for us back at Elio's place.

It was hard not to think of that cramped little apartment as home.

[speakordie]

As Oliver drives, I slump down in the seat in my jacket with no shirt underneath, pants rumpled and feet bare. There is still a low burn of arousal in my belly, but for the moment I am sated and calm, skin buzzing pleasantly.

"Hm, what should we talk about on the drive home?" I drawl out, voice low and a little raspy as I turn to watch him, moonlight turning his skin a glowing silvery blue. "I know. Why don't you tell me how you want me to fuck you?"

I grin and reach over to put my hand on his knee, squeezing as I let out a soft chuckle. "I'm very curious."

[latermaybe]

"You really aren't going to give me a breather, are you?" I chuckled, resting my hand on top of his after easing us back onto the road.

"I want you to take your time," I decided after a moment, sounding deceptively casual about the whole thing. "Don't let me come until you tell me to."

[speakordie]

"Do you want a breather?" I volley back, looking over at him with an easy grin. My smile softens as he speaks, and I nod as I turn my hand over to lace our fingers together. He trusts me enough to tell me what he wants, and that means the world to me.

"I can do that." I lift our hands to press a kiss to his knuckles, biting softly at the meat of his palm as I watch his face. We've burned the fervor out of our system, and now we'll be able to take it slow. I can work him back into a frenzy over time, using my mouth and my hands and my cock.

"Hmm, I have some time to plan," I say in a low rumble of a voice, biting at the tip of his thumb as I curl my other hand around his wrist, sliding my thumb along the inside of his forearm. "So many possibilities."

[latermaybe]

I drove us towards the apartment I'd come to think of as mine, my hand resting on his knee as I gave into the pretense of letting him plan his method of attack.

We hadn't really talked about moving in together again after the disaster with the bees, either due to my own hesitation or simply that we'd gotten wrapped up in other things. Most of my belongings were tucked away in his closet and drawers. I paid the bills on my apartment but only as a formality.

"We should pack up the rest of my stuff this weekend," I blurted, and while it might have seemed a bit out of the blue considering the current topic of our conversation, I knew he'd understand why it was on my mind. "If that's something you still want."

[speakordie]

As we get closer to the city, my teasing goes quiet and I simply sit and enjoy trailing my fingers up and down his forearm, breathing in the scent of us and exhaling, letting it fog up the window. I feel so much at peace, well-fucked and happy. It’s been such a wonderful night.

And then Oliver goes ahead and makes it so much better.

I turn my head to look at him, but I find that I’m not too surprised. After our brief discussion about it, I assumed it was only a matter of time, and that he’d come to a decision eventually. Now, I’m glad that I didn’t press the issue. He’s only doing it because he wants to, because he wants to be with me in our cramped little apartment above a bookstore, and I am more than happy to have him there.

“Of course. That sounds good,” I tell him as I slide my fingers along his palm, not wanting to make too big a deal of it. Him moving in is just a natural progression, one more piece of the puzzle slotting back into place.

[latermaybe]

"Good," I echoed, trying to follow his lead in not making it into more than it had to be, but I found myself fighting a grin. "Because I'm paying way to much on rent for an apartment I never use."

I cut him a look as we stopped at the first light leading into town, and I knew that he'd be able to see it in my eyes.

I was happy. A dangerous, exhilarating, perfect kind of happiness. I wanted to pull over again and drag him into my arms. Instead, I focused on getting us home in one piece.

Home.

[speakordie]

"About time you came to your senses," I reply with a chuckle, smiling fondly as I take in the look on his face. There is no hesitancy in his expression, no doubt at all. He just looks happy, and maybe even relieved. I certainly am.

The rest of the ride seems to fly by, and when he parks the car in front of the bookstore, I'm eager to climb out of the car, leaving half of my suit inside of it and heading for the door. After unlocking the door, I gesture for him to go in first and then lock it behind us. The shop is dark, lit dimly by streetlights tumbling through the window.

I take his hand and lead him towards the staircase that leads to my-- our apartment, but I pause and bite my lip, smiling as I lead him instead toward the back of the store, turning to give him a flirty look over my shoulder.

[latermaybe]

The moment was charged, the air around us seeming to buzz with something new. I followed him through the store, and while I knew it hadn't always been his, I couldn't help but see him in every corner of it. Our first encounter in Darrow, after so many months of my own self-inflicted exile, happened right here.

On the stairs, he turned to look at me, his eyes soft, and I crowded in close, my arm slipping around his waist.

"Do you think anyone will blame you if you keep the shop closed tomorrow?"

[speakordie]

Oliver moves in close and I lean into him, laughing at his question as I lead him away from the stairs and deeper into the bookshop, behind some stacks and out of view of the window.

"If you think I scheduled myself to work tomorrow, you don't know me at all," I say with a laugh, slowly turning him around until he's pressed up against the used mystery novels. The scent of old books fills my nostrils as I lean in to kiss him, reaching up to rest my hand on his shoulder. "We aren't leaving the apartment tomorrow."

I kiss him again and then pull back to give him a playful smirk, sliding my hands across his broad chest as I gracefully sink to my knees in front of him.

"But we can start here," I murmur, dragging my hands down his stomach and tugging open his pants. "You have a long night ahead of you, after all."

[latermaybe]

I wanted to protest, even though I knew we were alone. We'd stolen kisses in more public places than a shuttered bookstore, but having my cock out in his place of business was a brand new experience. I laughed breathlessly, bracing a hand on the bookshelf in front of me, mystery paperbacks shuddering on their shelves.

"Wouldn't Romance be more appropriate?"

[speakordie]

"You're right," I tell him, nodding with mock seriousness as I rise up onto my knees and scoot back a little. Gripping the open fly of his slacks, I tug him away from the bookshelf and shift him clockwise to press him back against a perpendicular shelf of romance paperbacks.

I tug his slacks and underwear down over his ass, letting his cock spring free. My fingers curl around his cock and I lean in to brush my lips against the head, rubbing them back and forth almost reverently as my eyes fall shut. It smells like old paper and leather and him and me, sweat and come and us mixed together. I'd bottle that scent if I could.

"Keep your hands on the shelves," I tell him, looking up at his face as I open my mouth to drag the flat of my tongue over the head of his cock, swirling teasingly around it as I wait for him to spread himself out against the books, bathed only in moonlight.

[latermaybe]

Laughing as I was dragged down the narrow corridor of shelves and pressed back against the romance novels, I gasped at the drag of my slacks down my thighs, the warm curl of his fingers, the slick swipe of his tongue.

My hand gripped convulsively at his shoulder, and I blinked at his low, steady command, momentarily uncomprehending. With a huff of breath, I reached back to brace my hands against the shelves, knocking a worn paperback to the floor in the process.

"You're not making it easy," I warned, knowing that would only encourage him.

[speakordie]

When his hand goes to my shoulder, I pause what I'm doing and give him a playfully unimpressed look, waiting for him to do as I've asked. His words make me let out a low hum, lips buzzing against the head of his cock. Having him give me this power over him makes me feel warm all over. He's safe with me, and he knows it. For Oliver, that means so much.

"You said that you wanted me to take my time," I remind him, sliding my fist down his shaft and pressing the pad of my thumb in just above his balls. There's a certain spot there, and if I press it just right, he won't be able to come. I discovered this spot after lots of hands on research, and I'm happy to show it to him again tonight.

Once he's spread out against the shelves and looking down at me, I open my mouth and let his cock slide along my tongue, holding it there for a moment before slowly starting to suck him, bobbing my head and letting out a pleased hum.

[latermaybe]

"I did, didn't I?" I agreed, my voice caught in my throat. There was a pointed way he looked at me, the way he touched me, and my heart seemed to stutter in my chest in anticipation.

Neither of us had been particularly skilled at this, in our time together in Italy, but since that time, he had long surpassed me in skill. It was strange to think that all that practice had happened with me present, whether some other version of me or if it was a gap in my memory I'd never fill. Whatever the reason, I was greedy to reap the benefits.

[speakordie]

When we first started sleeping together again, I will admit that I had back a little. As much as I could, at least, with Oliver touching me. I didn't want to remind him of that lost time and ruin the moment, didn't want him to worry about feeling inadequate. I spent so much time overthinking things like that, and maybe it helped. Maybe it didn't.

All I know is that we've come far enough now that I no longer feel like that's necessary. Oliver is aware that I am more experienced than him now, more knowledgeable about sex and relationships. He knows that I learned all of this with him and maybe sometimes that knowledge will sting us both, but we can't change it. What I can do is be myself, this better version of Elio Perlman, and trust that he'll love me all over again.

His cock is heavy on my tongue, and for the first time since he's been back, I relax my throat tilt my chin to take him further, swallowing around the head of his cock as it sinks into my throat. My eyes water and I breathe out through my nose, looking up at him as my hand falls away from his cock to slide up his stomach instead.

[latermaybe]

"Oh my God," I murmured, my voice sounding astonished even to my own ears. I watched him, mouth slack, hands gripping uselessly at the shelves behind me. Outside the shop, I heard the muffled sounds of someone laughing out on the street. Cars rolled by, headlights casting the small, cramped shop in streaks of light and long, eerie shadows. Soon, I couldn't hear much of anything at all, besides my own breathing and the wet sound of his throat working over my cock.

It was the some of the keenest pleasure I'd ever felt, and I couldn't muster a word to tell him, my mouth open instead to let out a ragged groan.

[speakordie]

His reaction would make me smile if my mouth weren't full. Instead I just stare up at him, eyes shining and crinkling at the corners as I take him as deep as I can, throat full as I press my nose to the soft curls at the base of his cock. He smells so good, smells like home, and I breathe in deep through my nose before pulling off of his cock with a gasp. A thin strand of saliva draws taut between my bottom lip and his cock, shining in the moonlight before breaking, and I wrap my hand around his cock to press a kiss to the head of it, soft and reverent.

"Hm, I could make you come right here, but that wouldn't really be taking my time, would it?" After giving him another few strokes, I let go of his cock and pull myself to my feet, stretching my arms out to put my hands over his on the bookshelves. Smiling softly, I lean in to kiss him, licking into his mouth as I tug his hands away from the shelves to put them on my waist instead. "Let's go upstairs and I'll show you what else I can do with my mouth, pesca."

After kissing him one more time, I take his hand and wink at him before turning to pull him toward the stairs.

[latermaybe]

It was a herculean effort not to reach for him, to bury my hands in his hair, to give in to the urge to thrust into the willing vice of his throat. I was entirely gobsmacked when he pulled away, a whimper falling from my lips, bordering on mournful.

"Good," I rasped, my voice nearly unrecognizable to my own ears. "I don't know if I could've made it up the stairs if you'd done that for much longer."

Pulling my pants up around my hips, I hissed as I tucked myself back into my shorts, leaving my waistband unfastened as I followed him up to the apartment.

[speakordie]

As I unlock the door to let us inside, I have to take a deep breath to keep from just pressing him against the door and taking him right there. It's hard to stay composed when I want him so badly, and I can taste him on my tongue, but I know it'll be worth it at the end.

"You would have made it," I tell him as I turn around to start unbuttoning his shirt, smirking up at him and quirking a brow. "Because you can't come until I tell you to, remember?"

I give him another kiss as I tug his shirt back over his shoulders, biting at his chin as I toss it aside. My hands go to his face and I walk backwards as I kiss him, drawing him deeper into the room. My intention was to get us into the bedroom but I pause as we pass my piano, and I look over at it before stepping back from him and smiling at him. "Take off the rest of your clothes and put your hands on my piano, please."

[latermaybe]

"You're giving me a lot of credit, if you think I'm going to retain all my motor functions until I come," I volleyed back, nearly stumbling over my feet as he herded me deeper into his darkened apartment.

Chuckling softly, I kicked off my shoes, my socks, and stripped out of my pants, leaving them all in a haphazard pile on the floor. I turned to face the piano and rested my palms on the closed lid. The polished wood was cold beneath my palms, and I felt a shiver work its way down my spine. "Like this?"

[speakordie]

"You better, or I might have to punish you," I reply in a playfully low voice that makes it clear that I'm not taking this all that seriously. As he finishes undressing, I take off my jacket and then wriggle out of my slacks and underwear, standing naked as I watch him lean over the piano.

"Almost," I tell him quietly, pressing my hand to the base of his spine and slowly sliding it upward, feeling each vertebrate with my fingers until I get to the nape of his neck. Moving in behind him, I rest my chin against his shoulder and lean over him to grab his wrists, lifting them to rest just above the lid. After sliding the lid open, I press a kiss to the nape of his neck, letting him feel my cock against his hip as I lean over to reach around him and play a few low notes, letting the sound fill the space.

One hand plays a few more slow, lazy notes, drifting along the keys as I bend my knees to crouch behind him. Eventually, my hand falls away and I settle on my knees, sliding my palms up the backs of his thighs and grabbing his ass cheeks. I slide my thumbs up between them and spread him open to reveal a tight curl of muscle, watching it tighten in a greedy clench and smiling as I lightly press the pad of my thumb to it.

"I know your body just as well as I know this instrument," I say fondly, rubbing at his hole as I lean in to press a kiss to the swell of his ass, lightly dragging my bottom teeth along his skin. "I've mastered both, I think. I can make you both sing."

[latermaybe]

Perhaps that line would have been trite, were I to have heard it from anyone else. Instead, it was so quintessentially him that I felt heat rise to my cheeks. He teased me, played with me, love me, and while I couldn't make music like he could, for him, I was willing to try.

"As much as I love to hear you play, I think I'd like your undivided attention," I managed to tease breathlessly, careful not to scar the wood of his piano with blunt nails as he toyed with me.

I smiled fondly, even if he couldn't see it.

[speakordie]

"Greedy," I murmur fondly, reaching up to give one cheek a light slap. "But I suppose you've earned it."

Spreading him open again, I gather saliva on my tongue and lean in to drag it over his hole, feeling the muscle clench, feeling him tense up under my hands as they settle on his hips. We didn't do much of this in Italy. Perhaps it was a line neither of us were willing to cross, too sick, or maybe it just didn't really occur to us in all of our inexperience.

But I love doing this to him. I love how sick it is, licking him somewhere so intimate, somewhere that no one but me gets to see or touch. My hands slide over his hips and down the front of his thighs as I lap at him eagerly, moaning softly and stiffening my tongue to nudge the tip of it inside of him.

"I don't hear any singing," I tease when I pull back to take a breath, slapping his ass just a little harder this time. "I want to hear you, pesca. You make such beautiful sounds."

[latermaybe]

My knees threatened to buckle.

With a surprised huff, I shifted my weight, slumping further across his piano— the very same piano he'd first played for me in Italy.

"You're going to make me self-conscious," I said breathlessly. Teasing him, yes, but there was an edge of truth buried beneath. I'd never felt so exposed. I'd never expected to enjoy it, or to need more of him so desperately that I already wanted to beg for more. He slapped me again and I gasped, startled, red-faced and shocked and ravenously turned on. "Elio."

[speakordie]

"Oh, you don't have to feel like that with me," I murmur softly against his skin, kissing my way up to the dimples just above his ass. His reaction to the slap makes me smile, and I place my hand over the pink mark left behind as I straighten up to stand behind him, sliding my other hand up the length of his spine.

"I'm just as sick as you, remember?" I assure him in a low, fond voice as I press my palm between his shoulder blades to bend him a bit lower over the piano. The sight of him there makes me so hard that I can barely think, but this feels important. It's the first time that we've done something like this, at least the first that he'll remember, and I want to make it good. I know that I could make it so good.

"It's okay," I tell him, squeezing at his ass before giving it another quick slap, letting my other hand slide up toward the nape of his neck. "Tell me, pesca. Do you like it? I want to give you everything you like."