Home. The word clutched at his heart. Home was more than just the farmhouse with its age worn, blackened bricks or the rich, fertile land. Home was right here in this moment, with only the two of them, skin to skin and hearts beating as one.
Luca moaned as Adrian’s lips trailed down his throat, nipping and sucking, marking each sensitive spot along the way, gasping as Adrian’s breath tickled his rapidly beating pulse, sending shivers down his spine with every teasing touch. Adrian traced the curve of Luca’s hip bone with his hand through the thin sheet before slipping beneath it. His fingertips brushed against Luca’s aching, rigid length, the touch light yet searing. Luca arched his hips forward, desperate for Adrian’s touch.
“Please, please, please…” Luca’s voice, thin and breathless, pleading and begging, wanting and needing more.
“Such a greedy, needy boy,” Adrian murmured.
Adrian’s hand wrapped around him, each stroke as slow and sensual as his kisses. As Adrian brushed his tongue over Luca’s nipples with a featherlight touch that sent electric jolts through his body, Luca gripped onto the sheet above his head and let wave after wave of pleasure crash over him.
“More,” he rasped as Adrian kissed his way lower, stopping to lap at his belly button, working his way south.
Adrian licked a wide, wet stripe from the base of his cock all the way up to the juicy tip, caressing with tiny sucks and light kisses before engulfing him completely in his hot, wet mouth. Luca whimpered, the contrast between the cool air on his heated skin and the scorching heat in his core almost unbearable.
With each thrust of his hips into Adrian’s mouth, Luca felt like he was unraveling from within. His entire world had narrowed to this one heart stopping, intimate moment, where nothing existed, nothing mattered, but him and this difficult, complex man whom he loved with every part of who he was.
Luca’s climax was thundering towards him, hard and strong, and when Adrian groaned around him he was powerless to hold back any longer.
“Jesus, Adrian. I love you so fucking much.” Luca’s voice cracked as he gasped for air, every part of his body clenching as he released into the mouth of the man who owned every part of him.
Luca collapsed, his body limp and boneless. He closed his eyes, his heart fluttering as Adrian kissed him long and deep, as he tasted himself on Adrian’s tongue.
They lay in silence, entwined in each other’s arms, the only sounds to be heard the calls of night birds and the soft breeze rustling the curtain.
“You have to say it again.” Adrian tugged at Luca’s hair.
“Say what again?” Luca smiled into the darkness.
He always said it. He cried it out, or pushed it through gritted teeth, even moaned it on a broken breath. But he always said it, and Adrian always asked him to say it again, afterwards, when they lay wrapped up in each other, sweat coated and sated, too worn out to move.
“Ouch!” The second tug was harder, and Luca gasped. “All right, all right. But you have to say it, too.”
“You go first.”
Luca didn’t need to think. The words were the same every time, and they would always be.
“I love you.” Luca’s throat thickened. Three simple words which meant everything.
“And I love you, too. I always will, as sure as night follows day.”
Luca sighed as Adrian tightened his arms around him. As night followed day, as day followed night, Adrian would love him as he would love Adrian.
Forever.
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