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a/n: something new i came up with 🤷 LONGGGG!!!

Lake Breeding

TW: smut, 18+, NO MINORS, breeding, fucking, oral sex, "normal" sex

I'm slouched in the backseat of my parents' car, staring out the window with a scowl etched on my face. We're on our way to Timothée Chalamet's house, of all places. My parents are apparently friends with his family, and they think it's just delightful to spend time together. But me? I can't stand Timothée. He's pretentious, and his constant fawning fans make me want to scream. I'd much rather be at home, curled up with a good book or binge-watching something on Netflix. Instead, here I am, trapped in this car, counting down the minutes until I can escape this forced social gathering. I bury myself in my phone, trying to drown out the annoyance brewing inside me.

"Y/n, did you bring your Louis Vuitton bag?" my mom chirps from the front seat, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and pride. I roll my eyes in response, a surge of frustration coursing through me. Of course, I brought the darn bag. It's practically a requirement for these gatherings, a symbol of our family's wealth that they love to flaunt. But honestly, I can't stand it. I hate how my family always seems to compete with Timothée's family, trying to outdo each other in displays of affluence. It's like a never-ending game of one-upmanship, and I'm so over it. With a reluctant nod, I confirm that yes, I brought the stupid bag, silently wishing we could just be normal for once.

As we turn onto Cherry Road, the infamous street of the rich and elite, I feel a sense of unease wash over me. It's like entering a different world, one where opulence and extravagance reign supreme. The chauffeur opens my door, and I step out, the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement echoing in the air.

And then I see him – Timothée, standing there in all his arrogant glory. It's been a while since I last laid eyes on him, and I can't help but notice how the hot summer sun seems to make everything even more intense, including the way my heart races at the sight of him.

I take a moment to size him up, my eyes running up and down his figure before I realize he's been staring back at me with a flirtatious twinkle in his eye. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I quickly avert my gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny.

As our hands meet in a polite shake, I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. His touch is warm and gentle, and as he clasps my hand, his thumb subtly brushes against mine. It's a simple gesture, yet it sends a rush of sensation coursing through me.

I've always had a strange fascination with his thumb – the way it moves, the way it feels against my skin. Call it odd, but I've always found it strangely attractive. And in this moment, as his thumb grazes mine, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement deep within me. It's as if a dormant spark has been ignited, awakening something inside me that I never knew existed.

As we walk inside, I lag behind a bit, and I notice Timothée waiting for me with a playful grin. "Still hate me?" he quips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I shoot him a smirk in response, unable to resist the banter.

He chuckles and takes a step closer, his hand lightly brushing against my thigh. It's a subtle touch, but it sends a shockwave of sensation through me, causing a sudden ache to flare between my thighs. My breath catches in my throat as I try to compose myself, the unexpected intensity of the moment leaving me

As we sit down for food, I find myself seated across from Timothée. Despite my best efforts to maintain a sense of distance, our feet seem to have a mind of their own, constantly finding ways to brush against each other under the table. It's a subtle, almost unconscious movement, but each touch sends a surge of heat through me.

As we eat, the ache between my thighs becomes increasingly difficult to ignore. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to discreetly squeeze my sticky thighs together in the hopes of alleviating the sensation. There’s no way I could be getting aroused because of Timothée, I tell myself firmly, but the persistent ache refuses to subside, leaving me feeling flustered and frustrated.

As Timothée's mother suggests heading out to their backyard lake for a swim, I exchange a hesitant glance with Timothée. Despite my reservations, I carefully stand up, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

Once outside, I find myself scanning the area, wondering where Timothée has disappeared to. When he finally joins us, I can't help but ask where he's been. As he nonchalantly removes his t-shirt, revealing his sculpted physique, and unzips his pants, my jaw practically hits the floor.

Before I can even process what's happening, he drops a bombshell. He claims to have seen my fluid on the chair and boldly declares that he licked it all off. Shock courses through me, my cheeks flushing crimson as I stare at him in disbelief.

But instead of apologizing or showing any sign of remorse, he smirks and confidently asserts, "I know how horny you are for me, Y/n." His words hang in the air, leaving me speechless and utterly mortified.

As Timothée pulls me behind a towering tree, I can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. It's exhilarating, knowing that our parents are oblivious to our whereabouts, giving us the perfect opportunity for privacy.

But before I can even process what's happening, he pushes me down to my knees, the rough ground scraping against my skin. My eyes widen in surprise as I gaze up at him, only to be met with the sight of his massive hardness standing proudly before me.

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness wash over me. The air crackles with tension as I realize what he's about to do, and a flurry of conflicting emotions swirl within me. But despite my uncertainty, there's a part of me that can't deny the undeniable attraction I feel towards him, a primal desire that threatens to consume me.

"What are you doing?!" I gasp, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and disbelief as Timothée begins to remove his underwear. But before I can protest any further, he cuts me off with a command that sends shivers down my spine.

"Suck that cock like a slut," he says, his voice dripping with authority and desire. I gulp audibly, still frozen in shock as his cock springs free from his underwear, a glistening pearl of pre-cum dangling from the tip, teasingly dropping onto the grass below.

My mind races as I struggle to comprehend the situation unfolding before me, but despite my reservations, there's a part of me that can't deny the overwhelming urge to comply with his demand.

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, I slowly part my lips, allowing Timothée to guide his throbbing cock into my mouth. The sensation is overwhelming as he begins to mouthfuck me, each movement deliberate and calculated, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of having him filling my mouth. But as the intensity builds, he picks up speed, thrusting deeper and harder with each movement. I can feel him pushing the limits, going as fast and as deep as he possibly can, until I can feel the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat.

I gag involuntarily at the sudden intrusion, my eyes watering as I struggle to accommodate his size. But as the initial shock wears off, I find myself instinctively sucking and licking, eager to please him and fulfill his desires. Despite the discomfort, there's a raw, primal energy between us that drives me to continue, lost in the intoxicating sensation of him filling me completely.

As Timothée begins thrusting into me, the intensity of his movements sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. Tears escape from the corners of my eyes, a mixture of arousal and discomfort overwhelming my senses.

With each powerful thrust, he drives deeper into my throat, pushing me to my limits. I can feel his growls of pleasure reverberating through my body, heightening the sensation of being utterly consumed by him.

And then, without warning, he releases with a primal grunt, filling my throat with his hot, sticky cum. I gag slightly as his warmth floods my mouth, but I swallow instinctively, eagerly taking him all in as he empties himself completely.

As he pulls back, spent and satisfied, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me, knowing that I've fulfilled his desires completely. Despite the tears and the discomfort, there's a primal satisfaction in knowing that I've pleased him beyond measure.

Timothée leads me to a secluded spot in the lake, away from prying eyes. With a confident smirk, he pushes my bikini underwear to the side, exposing my throbbing clit. His touch is electric as he begins to rub my sensitive nub with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

With a devilish grin, he plunges his middle finger into my dripping pussy, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from my lips. I ride his finger eagerly, my body arching against his touch as I feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Ride my finger, baby. Show me how much you want it.“

His dirty talk sends me over the edge, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm as I come completely undone in his arms. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent in the wake of our passion.

As Timothée plunges his cock into me, a sharp gasp escapes my lips, mixing with the sounds of the splashing water around us. The sensation is overwhelming as he begins to thrust into me, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

The water churns around us as our bodies move in sync, the intensity of our passion matching the rhythm of our thrusts. With each movement, we exchange dirty talk, fueling the fire burning between us.

“You like that, baby?” he groans, his voice husky with desire. “You’re mine, all mine.”

I respond in kind, my own words dripping with longing and desire as I throw my head back in ecstasy.

“I want you to breed me,” I moan, unable to hold back my own primal urges.

He grins wickedly, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he senses my impending release.

“I’m gonna fill your pretty cunt with my load any second now,” he growls, his words sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.

As he reaches the brink of his own climax, I feel my pussy start to clamp around him, signaling my own impending release. With one final thrust, he pinches my clit, sending me over the edge in a wave of ecstasy.

I scream in pleasure as I come not once, but twice, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. And as Timothée finally releases his hot load deep inside me, I can’t help but feel utterly spent and completely satisfied in the wake of our passion.

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a/n: part 3 bc i cant sleep wth?!

Call Me By Your Name | Part III

TW: mentions of pre-cum

Description: kissing, mentions of pre cum, boner, small smut, a part of the blow job

Without hesitation, I rose from the piano bench and hurried after Oliver, my heart pounding with urgency. I found him standing beneath the stars, his silhouette outlined against the darkness of the night.

As I approached, he turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of surprise and affection. Without a word, I sat down beside him, feeling the warmth of his presence enveloping me.

With a tentative gesture, I reached out and intertwined my fingers with his, a silent gesture of connection and understanding. In that moment, as we sat side by side beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, I knew that I had found where I belonged.

As I approached Oliver beneath the stars, he turned to me, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Elio," he murmured softly, "what are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't let you disappear without saying anything," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I needed to be with you."

Oliver's gaze softened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. "I'm glad you're here," he said, his voice warm with affection.

I sat down beside him, our shoulders touching as we gazed out at the night sky. After a moment of comfortable silence, I spoke again. "I... I don't want this moment to end," I admitted, my heart racing with vulnerability.

Oliver turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a depth of emotion that took my breath away. "Neither do I," he confessed, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers.

In that moment, as we sat together beneath the stars, our fingers entwined and our hearts open to one another, I knew that I had found something truly special.

As we sat together beneath the stars, our hands intertwined, I suddenly felt a surge of boldness wash over me. "Shut up," I whispered, cutting off whatever Oliver had been about to say. "Just follow me."

Without waiting for a response, I grabbed Oliver's hand and led him through the darkness to a secluded spot nearby. Once we arrived, I pushed him gently against the wall, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I looked deep into Oliver's eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. But all I found was a raw intensity that mirrored my own desires.

With a trembling hand, Oliver cupped my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traced a path from my jawline down to my collarbones, igniting a fire within me.

Unable to resist any longer, I pulled Oliver close, our lips crashing together in a desperate kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance, each movement fueled by a primal need for one another.

Feeling emboldened by the heat of the moment, I began to nibble at Oliver's lip, silently urging him to give me more. And as our passion grew, I knew that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.

As our kiss deepened, Oliver's hand trailed down my body, igniting a trail of fire in its wake. I couldn't help but release soft moans into his mouth as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Suddenly, Oliver's hand grazed against my shorts, and he pulled away slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone's eager," he teased, his voice husky with desire.

I blushed furiously at his comment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "I... I guess I got carried away," I admitted, feeling a surge of self-consciousness wash over me.

Oliver chuckled softly and gently pushed me away. "You should probably change first," he said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

I scuffed in mock annoyance and playfully hit him in the chest before sinking down to my knees. "Fine," I said with a smirk of my own, reaching for the waistband of my shorts. "But don't think you're getting off that easy."

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a/n: ig these are my late night thoughts while listening to lana so enjoy this 👍🏻👍🏻

Call Me By Your Name | Part II

Description: eating peaches, kissing, slightly spicy, hand running up and down elios thigh, fluff , NO SMUT

I sat across from Oliver in the dimly lit room, the table between us adorned with ripe peaches. Their sweet aroma filled the air, mingling with the anticipation that hung between us.

"Do you want another one?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.

Oliver's eyes met mine, a small smile gracing his lips. "Yes, please," he replied softly, his gaze holding mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

As I reached for another peach, our fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me. I couldn't help but feel a surge of longing, a desire to bridge the gap between us, to taste the sweetness of the moment before it slipped away.

We ate in silence, the only sounds the soft rustle of the fruit and the occasional exchange of glances filled with unspoken words. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world outside forgotten as we savored each other's presence and the simple pleasure of sharing peaches together.

As we sat together, enjoying the quiet moment, my mom entered the room, her presence bringing a sense of warmth and familiarity. "How are my boys doing?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with affection.

I glanced at Oliver, feeling a rush of both nervousness and excitement at his presence. "We're doing well, thank you," I replied, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

My mom's gaze turned to me, her expression softening. "Elio, why don't you play something on the piano for us? It's been too long since we've heard you," she suggested gently.

I sighed, feeling a mixture of reluctance and uncertainty wash over me. Before I could respond, Oliver's hand found its way to my thigh, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. I felt my cheeks flush with warmth as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

Oliver grinned playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, Elio," he teased, his voice low and teasing. "I'm sure it would be amazing to hear you play."

Feeling a surge of both embarrassment and determination, I stood up from my seat, my heart pounding in my chest. With a deep breath, I made my way to the piano, letting the familiar keys soothe my nerves as I began to play, losing myself in the music and the moment.

As I settled in front of the piano, my fingers instinctively found their places on the keys. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the familiar melodies fill my mind.

I started with a gentle, melancholic tune, allowing the music to express the emotions swirling inside me. Each note flowed effortlessly from my fingertips, weaving a delicate tapestry of sound that enveloped the room.

As the melody unfolded, I felt a sense of release, a letting go of the worries and doubts that had been weighing on me. The music became my refuge, a sanctuary where I could lose myself completely.

With each passing moment, I sank deeper into the music, letting it carry me away on its wings. And as the final notes echoed softly through the room, I opened my eyes, feeling lighter and more alive than I had in a long time.

As the final notes of the melody faded into the air, I slowly lifted my hands from the keys, my heart still racing with the echoes of the music. I glanced around the room, feeling a sense of calm settle over me.

Suddenly, I felt a presence beside me, and I turned to see Oliver standing there, a soft smile playing on his lips. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

I watched as Oliver turned and made his way towards the door, disappearing outside into the warm summer evening. And as I sat alone in the quiet room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing, a desire to follow him into the night and lose myself in the magic of the moment.

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Word Count: 335 words

TW: smut, 18+, mlm

Description: In the midst of a steamy encounter beneath the apricot tree, Elio and Oliver rekindle their fiery passion, surrendering themselves completely to the intoxicating whirlwind of desire that binds them together. With each touch, each kiss, they explore the depths of their longing, reaffirming the profound connection that transcends time and space. As their bodies entwine in a dance of ecstasy, they discover that in each other's arms, they have found the truest expression of love.

I found solace beneath the familiar embrace of the apricot tree, its branches stretching out like comforting arms above me. The sun bathed the Italian countryside in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the grassy expanse. With each turn of the page, I lost myself in the world of "The Odyssey," its timeless tale weaving its magic around me.

Memories of summers gone by flooded my mind, each one a vibrant tapestry of passion and desire. Beneath this very tree, we had shared stolen moments of intimacy, our hearts laid bare amidst the whispering leaves. But now, I was alone, the echoes of our love lingering like ghosts in the fading light.

Yet, as I lingered in the tranquil stillness, a sense of peace washed over me. The weight of the past lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a quiet acceptance of what had been and what could never be again. And in that moment, beneath the apricot tree, I found a fleeting sense of contentment, a reminder that even in the midst of loss, there is beauty to be found in the simplest of moments.

As I immersed myself in the captivating pages of "The Odyssey," a sudden sensation of warmth enveloped my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. Startled, I glanced over my shoulder, my heart quickening at the unexpected touch. There, standing behind me, was a familiar figure bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

"Oliver?" I whispered, disbelief coloring my voice as I met his gaze. His hands continued their gentle ministrations, kneading the tension from my muscles with practiced ease. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes alight with mischief and affection.

For a moment, I hesitated, the weight of our shared history hanging heavy in the air between us. But then, with a resigned smile, I shrugged off his touch, turning back to the safety of my book. "Not now, Oliver," I murmured, my voice tinged with a mixture of longing and regret.

As he withdrew his hands, a pang of longing pierced my heart, the memory of our past love still fresh in my mind. But I knew that some wounds never fully heal, and as the shadows lengthened beneath the apricot tree, I resigned myself to the bittersweet ache of what might have been.

As I sat beneath the apricot tree, lost in the tumult of conflicting emotions, I felt a gentle pressure on my chin, urging me to turn towards the source of the touch. My heart skipped a beat as I met Oliver's intense gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity that stirred something deep within me.

Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we locked eyes, the air crackling with unspoken desire. And then, with a rawness that took my breath away, he pressed his lips to mine, igniting a firestorm of passion that consumed us both.

The kiss was fierce and desperate, a collision of longing and regret that threatened to engulf us completely. With each breathless gasp, I felt the weight of our shared history fall away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of urgency and need.

And as we surrendered to the intoxicating heat of the moment, beneath the canopy of the apricot tree, I knew that despite the pain and uncertainty that lay ahead, I would always carry a piece of Oliver with me, a reminder of the love that had changed me irrevocably.

With a sudden surge of passion, Oliver's hands moved with purpose, casting my book aside with a careless toss. The thud of its impact against the grass was drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears as he pressed me down onto the soft earth beneath us.

His lips crashed against mine with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs, igniting a wildfire of desire that consumed us both. I surrendered myself to the urgency of his touch, my hands tangling in his hair as our kisses grew deeper, more fervent with each passing moment.

Beneath the weight of his body, I felt a heady mixture of pleasure and longing, the boundaries between us blurring into oblivion. In that stolen moment beneath the apricot tree, there was only the raw, unbridled passion of two souls intertwined in a dance as old as time itself.

And as we surrendered ourselves to the dizzying whirlwind of sensation, I knew that this was more than just a fleeting moment of desire. It was a testament to the enduring power of love, a force that could not be denied, even in the face of uncertainty and doubt.

As Oliver's lips claimed mine with a ferocity that left me breathless, he murmured against my mouth, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Elio," he breathed, his words laced with longing and desire, "I've missed you."

I could only respond with a desperate gasp as his hands roamed feverishly over my body, igniting a firestorm of sensation that threatened to consume us both. "Oliver," I gasped, my voice thick with need, "I've dreamed of this moment."

With each searing kiss, the distance between us evaporated, replaced by a hunger that defied explanation. "I want you," he growled, his words sending shivers down my spine, "more than anything."

I arched beneath him, my skin aflame with desire as our bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace. "Take me, Oliver," I pleaded, my voice barely more than a whimper, "show me how much you need me."

And as he claimed me with a fervor that left me reeling, I knew that in that moment beneath the apricot tree, there was only the two of us, lost in a world of passion and longing that transcended time and space.

As Oliver's passion intensified, pressing me harder against the ground, I couldn't ignore the growing urgency between us. His body molded against mine, and I felt the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against me. A jolt of desire shot through me as I realized the depth of his longing, mirrored by my own.

Feeling his hardness against me only fueled the flames of desire, igniting a primal need that surged through my veins. "Oliver," I moaned softly, my voice thick with desire, "I need you."

His breath hitched as he pressed closer, the heat of his body searing against mine. "Elio," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with longing, "I want you, more than anything."

With each fleeting touch, each urgent kiss, the tension between us mounted, spiraling out of control. And as the world around us faded into oblivion, lost in the throes of passion, I knew that in that moment, there was nothing else but the two of us, consumed by a desire that burned hotter than the Italian sun.

As Oliver's touch ignited a symphony of sensations coursing through my body, I couldn't suppress the soft moans that escaped my lips, each one a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me. Sensing my surrender, Oliver's lips brushed against my ear, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

"You like that, Elio?" he murmured, his words laced with a hint of mischief. "You're so responsive, so eager for me."

His words sent a flush of heat to my cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal swirling within me. But far from deterring me, his dirty talk only fueled the flames of desire burning within. "Yes, Oliver," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, "I want you. I need you."

With each tantalizing word, each provocative touch, the ache between my legs intensified, driving me to the brink of madness. I arched against him, my body trembling with need as he teased me mercilessly, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

And as the world around us faded into a haze of pleasure, I knew that in that moment, there was nothing else but the intoxicating dance of desire, binding us together in a web of ecstasy and longing.

My back arched instinctively, seeking closer contact with his tantalizing touch, as if to draw him even nearer. Each kiss, each caress, sent waves of electric ecstasy coursing through me, threatening to unravel my very core.

As Oliver's hands trailed lower, his fingers deftly unzipped my pants, freeing the growing hardness that strained against the fabric. With a groan of need, I surrendered to his touch, my body trembling with anticipation as he wrapped his hand around me, his touch firm and possessive.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he began to stroke me with a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of my heart. The world around us fell away, consumed by the intoxicating whirlwind of pleasure that bound us together in that stolen moment beneath the apricot tree.

And as I surrendered myself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation, I knew that in Oliver's embrace, there was no room for doubt or hesitation—only the primal need that pulsed through us both, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume us entirely.

I gasped as the sensation grew almost unbearably intense, my breath hitching in my throat as Oliver's touch pushed me to the brink once more. "Oliver," I whimpered, my voice raw with need, "please..."

But he only chuckled darkly, his grip tightening as he whispered in my ear, his words a delicious torment that drove me to the edge of madness. "You're not finished yet, Elio," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to hear you scream for me."

And scream I did, a symphony of pleasure and pain that echoed through the quiet orchard as Oliver's touch pushed me beyond the limits of reason. Each stroke, each caress, brought me closer and closer to the edge, until finally, with a cry that bordered on ecstasy, I tumbled over into oblivion once more.

The second release was even more intense than the first, a tidal wave of sensation that swept me away on a torrent of pleasure. I cried out his name as ecstasy consumed me, my body writhing beneath his touch as I surrendered myself completely to the overwhelming force of our desire.

And in that moment, as the world around us faded into a blur of sensation, I knew that in Oliver's arms, there was nothing else but the heady rush of pleasure, binding us together in a whirlwind of passion that defied explanation.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Oliver's eyes darkened with desire as he reached for his own arousal, freeing it from the confines of his pants. I watched, breathless with anticipation, as he teased the tip along my entrance, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me.

"Are you ready for me, Elio?" he whispered, his voice thick with need as he pressed the head of his cock against me, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.

I could only nod, my entire being aflame with longing as he slowly pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mixture of pleasure and pain that left me gasping for breath.

As he buried himself deep within me, I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his flesh as he began to move with a rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through me, building to a crescendo that threatened to consume us both.

With each plunge, each withdrawal, I felt myself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, the world around us fading into a blur of sensation. And as Oliver's touch drove me to the brink of madness, I surrendered myself completely to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, lost in the intoxicating dance of desire that bound us together in that stolen moment beneath the apricot tree.

Amidst the whirlwind of passion, Oliver's breathless confession cut through the haze, his words a tender declaration that sent a surge of warmth coursing through me. "You're the best man I've ever fucked," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity as he continued to move within me with a steady rhythm.

His words ignited a firestorm of emotion within me, a swell of affection and desire that threatened to overwhelm my senses. With each thrust, each stroke, he poured his love and longing into me, binding us together in a symphony of pleasure that transcended mere physicality.

As his hand wrapped around my cock, matching the tempo of his movements, I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips. "Oliver," I gasped, my voice trembling with need, "I love you."

And as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, I knew that in that moment, there was nothing else but the two of us, lost in the raw, unbridled passion of our love. With each shared breath, each shared touch, we reaffirmed the bond that bound us together, a bond forged in the heat of desire and tempered by the depths of our souls.

As the intensity of our lovemaking reached its peak, I felt a primal surge of pleasure rip through me like a lightning bolt. My eyes rolled back, and a guttural scream tore from my throat as I reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. With a convulsive shudder, I erupted, my release painting my chest in ribbons of white-hot desire.

But even as I basked in the aftershocks of my climax, I felt Oliver's own release building within him. With a deep, guttural groan, he emptied himself into me, filling me with his hot, sticky essence as our bodies melded together in perfect union.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I found myself trembling with exhaustion and satiation. But Oliver was not finished with me yet. With a tender touch, he wiped the evidence of our passion from my chest, his fingers glistening with my essence.

And then, with a hunger that mirrored my own, he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the salty tang of our shared desire. With a look of rapt adoration, he met my gaze, his eyes smoldering with desire as he offered me a taste of our love.

I watched, breathless with anticipation, as he sucked my essence from his fingers, savoring the taste with an intensity that left me weak with desire. And as he pressed his lips to mine, sharing the taste of our passion in a kiss that ignited a firestorm of longing within me, I knew that in Oliver's arms, I had found my home.