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Oliver lovingly observed Elio reading.
His best friend – they still hadn´t labelled their current status so Oliver guessed that term still counted valuable – was launched against the back of the sofa, his upper body framed into the cushions, his long legs dangling over the armrest.
A perfect position to thoroughly examine Elio´s long pale neck.
Oliver kept chuckling to himself and reached out one finger to caress the soft skin along the column of Elio´s throat. It earned him a nose wrinkle and a very tiny muffled sigh. All these tiny moles... each one of them beautiful and only emphasizing the preciousness of Elio´s milky skin. Oliver dipped each mole tenderly, letting his index learn the texture and position to his heart.
“Mmmh... what exactly are you doing, Oliver?”
Elio giggled from the ticklish sensation. He looked up, his lips curling into a cherry-red smile, only making Oliver want to feel them again.
“Just counting your moles...”
Elio frowned and sat up straight, bowing forward a tiny bit so he could look Oliver in the eyes.
“My moles? You really are something.”
“I know. It´s just... every single one of them belongs to you. And every single one of them is beautiful. It´s like a galaxy of moles, and it can only be found on you.”
Elio blushed deeply and he let the book sink to rest in his lap.
“You think so?”
he whispered, his hand now meeting Oliver´s, joining him on that journey over his neck.
“I do. Look... this one...”
Oliver moved closer and brought his mouth on Elio´s neck, pressed his lips to the mole next to Elio´s adam´s apple, resting a bit into the muscle underneath. Elio stifled a moan but his fingers wandered further to wrap around Oliver´s head and he began playing with the golden locks of his friend.
“... or this here...”
Oliver´s lips found the more prominent mole on the right side of Elio´s throat, just above his collarbone.
“Or this little one...”
He mouthed at Elio´s earlobe, his tongue drawing the barely visible spot.
“Oliver...”
Elio´s voice dropped, he sounded hoarse and fiery now and his fingers in Olivers neck started to tremble. Oliver took that as a sign of approval and tenderly brushed his teeth over the velvety skin of Elio´s ear.
“Mmmmh... you´re perfect... just perfect...”
he mumbled.
Elio inched closer, the book landing somewhere on the floor and while Oliver breathed in the intoxicating scent of his best friend, Elio pulled him closer until their laps were same level and he started to rub himself against Oliver´s aching groin.
Once again, the feeling overwhelmed Oliver completely. It was like being gently soaked into Elio; he couldn´t say where he ended and where Elio began. After a short while they were lips on lips, exchanging spit and breaths, and he forgot were they two bodies or one.
Elio´s lips became his, his tongue became Elio´s; Elio´s hips were gyrating into his own, he felt them both hard, crashing into oblivion already, their sounds of pleasure mingling into a symphony.
Close... so close...
“Oliver...”
“Elio. Elio. Elio...”
It was over too quickly; very much like the last time to both their dismay. Elio let his head fall back in frustration.
“God... will it always be like this?”
He pointed to his pants that were the same status as Oliver´s. Oliver shrugged.
“I guess? I don´t know, really don´t have any experience...”
He tried to laugh it away.
“Yeah I know. I mean... I last longer when...”
Elio stopped himself and blushed to an adorable red.
“What?”
Oliver nudged his shoulder playfully.
“When I´m... you know... alone...”
He made an obscene gesture and Oliver grinned, but his stomach filled with desire again.
“Yeah, me too...”
Suddenly Elio sat back up, his eyes flaming with an urgency Oliver couldn´t read yet. He bit his lower lip and brought his hands to Oliver´s thighs, lightly caressing the thick flesh.
“Can I at least see you this time?”
Oliver flinched.
“Now? But... I´m a mess...”
“Well, so am I. Can I? Please?”
Elio´s look was endearing and whatever it was written in his eyes crawled all over Oliver. Elio´s eyes were so dark, his cheeks glowing with a rosy dust, his lips shiny and plump from their kissing.
Oliver sighed. He swallowed thickly and nod his head barely visible and then he held his breath and watched how Elio´s nimble fingers worked his buttons open.
“Elio...”
His breathing sped up, but he couldn´t say a thing. His stomach clenched and he felt lost for a moment. Elio understood without talking, he looked up to meet Oliver´s eyes and from that moment on he did not take them away, not even to take a glimpse. It was like a trance; Elio brought his forehead onto Oliver´s and whispered:
“Do you trust me?”
Oliver managed to nod once more and then he felt Elio´s hand slide into his boxer briefs, one finger dipping into the wetness there. Oliver´s heart pumped wildly and seeing the reaction in his best friends eyes almost made him come again.
Elio pulled out again and with a big smirk on his face did the most amazing thing: He brought his finger to his lips and licked the creamy liquid into his mouth. Oliver was shocked and infatuated at the same time by the scene. He watched in awe as Elio closed his eyes and devoured what he had taken from him.
“God... that was good...”
Elio opened his eyes again, now wearing a very satisfied grin on his face. He brought a chaste kiss to Oliver´s lips; then he picked up his book and went back to reading as if nothing had happened between them.