the song playing was soft and calm. Everyone around us were swaying with their partners. Marzia and Luca were next to us, whispering. Sofia and Marco were on the other side of us flirting.
"don't worry about them." he whispers when he notices my staring. "No one else matters but us right now."
I nod and lean my forehead against his. We stared deeply into each others eyes, lips barely centimeters away from each other.
"what do you want out of this?" I ask him.
he licks his lips. "I want a family. I want someone to grow old with. I want to settle down, and live my life with the most beautiful person I could ever dream of."
"I can't give you that." I shake my head. "I'm not ready. I've barely lived, Elio."
"I know." he sadly smiles. "but I'm happy with the way we are now. I won't ask you for anything more than just this. We both know it won't last. I won't lie, I wish it would, but if were gonna face the facts, we know we aren't made for each other. We're too different. But dammit Mia I- I..."
"what Elio?" I ask, pulling back and grabbing his face.
He shrugs. "I love the way you make me feel. Because when I look at you... I feel needed. I feel like finally, someone wants me around. For the first time in a while, I'm happy with where I am." Tears we're in his eyes. "I need you."
I smile at him. "I need you too." I wipe his eyes.
The music changes to something up beat.
"Come on. Dance with me." I grin, grabbing his hands and jumping around with him.
He rolls his eyes at me, but still jumps too.
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After awhile of dancing, our whole group sat down and got some drinks.
Elio scooted his chair as close as he could to me, put a hand on my thigh, and put his head in my neck, nipping at the skin there, as if our friends weren't watching us in shock.
"Elio." I whisper.
"Please." He mumbles next to my ear. "Please." He whines.
I look down to see him squeezing his thighs together and shifting uncomfortably.
"We just got here.." I whisper.
"Bathroom?" He asked.
I nod and turn back to our friends, who were whispering about us.
"We'll be back." I say and grab Elio, pulling him along behind me.
When we reach the bathroom, we lock the door.
Elio instantly pulls me into him, kissing my lips like he needed me or he would simply die.
I kiss him back and push him against the wall, crowding his space, making sure that everything that could possibly be touching, was.
My knee slides between his legs, pushing them apart, and rubbing my thigh against his sensitive area.
He hums. I pull away from the kiss and put my hand around his neck, not squeezing, just holding him there. "If you want to cum so bad, do it. Make yourself cum."
He moans at my words and starts rocking his hips against me, letting out long strings of noises that could only be described as desperate.
"Tell me how much you want this." I order.
He bites his lips. "I'd do anything for you baby. I'm yours. I'm all yours and I'd do anything to please you. Please, can I cum?"
I shake my head. "Not yet." I lean in and nip at the skin by his ear. "Such a slut."
YOU ARE READING
My Art (Elio Perlman)
Hayran Kurgu"This is my art." She says, sitting behind a canvas. "Art is sitting in one spot for hours on end, bored out of your mind?" Elio asks rhetorically, looking over her shoulder at the beautiful painting of a peach tree begin to form. "It's my art."
