so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
_Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
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I wanted to tell Boris to stop but I couldn't, I'd tried to undo his hand around me, but he kept it, stronger and stronger, blazing warmth against my body. Boris please stop, but nothing came out of my mouth. My tongue was tied, because I wanted it so much, so much that I wanted the time to stop, that the universe would conspire to stop, that out of the vastness of time, that was the zenith point of my life. I could smell him, his natural scent, I knew it. I knew every part of it. I wanted every piece of him, everything.
"Potter....Potter...."
Delirious drunk as he is, he kept whispering those words to my ear. Then slowly his hands lowered down on me, towards there. In there. Right there. It was already hard. The hardest. I didn't know what became of him that night, but his hands kept on rubbing it. My thick jeans were still on, but he kept rubbing while mumbling.
"Potter....Potter...."
Then It dawned on me that I couldn't take it any longer. I turned to him and bite his lips passionately. His eyes were closed, he tried to mumble but there was no space anymore. His lips were tied to my lips at that moment. Words mean nothing because the Potter that he called was kissing him. His hands were still rubbing that there, I'm still in full jeans. Then my mouth opened, and I said...
"Boris... pleaseeee.... stop it"
He kept on doing it and suddenly he went to jeans and slip his hands inside my undies, he grabs it there and stroke it, rough and fast...
"Boris... pleaseeee.... stop it"
"Boris... pleaseeee.... stop it"
"stop... you're killing me...."
Sweat all over, my sweat, his sweat, me and him, our sweat in the bed. Our breaths heavier and heavier, darkness around the town, darkness around the universe.
"Boris.... pleaseeee... stop... stoo.........."
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The Goldfinch (Fanfic)
FanfictionI've look for you in every which way, outside of me, behind me, in front of me... inside me.
