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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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[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."