"You’re starting to show."
"Oh…" he murmurs, sounding unsure. "Do I?"
"Yeah." My fingers gently stroke his naked skin, visible under the edge of his T-shirt. "It makes me happy. It makes me want to live another day, for him. For you. No matter what."
Salt’s eyes change, and he turns his head away, as if wanting to hide that they are glimmering with moisture in the sunlight. The Salt I remember from the first day we met seems to have come a long way. There are moments when he lets himself be more unguarded.
"I don’t want you to leave the island," he admits quietly. "I really hope the Rocco problem will solve itself. I need you. Here." I can tell it’s still hard for him to be vulnerable, given his self-reliant character, but I feel immense joy seeing him grow comfortable depending on me, letting it feel natural instead of awkward.
"If anyone can deal with this, it’s Ennio. But if not, I will find some way out of it, Salt. I swear it to you."
He looks at me again and sends me a relieved smile.
"Now that’s the Eliano I know. You take your time to think things through and find solutions, always."
I chuckle, lift my arm, and pull him closer. We lie there wrapped around each other for a moment, but his vanilla scent, mixed with his sweet, recently bloomed Allure, pulls my thoughts into warmer, brighter places, easing the weight in my chest.
Then, casually, without any plan, our mouths meet in a lazy kiss, unhurried, as if this entire hillside and all the grass beneathus belong only to us, even though someone could wander by at any moment.
Our tongues brush lightly, and I trail kisses along his cheek and jaw, tasting the sun lingering on his skin before finding his lips again. It’s lazy, slow, languorous.
My hands slide over his back and slip under his shirt, feeling the silky warmth of his body. Salt sighs softly into my mouth, his fingers tracing relaxed, absentminded circles along my neck, drawing me deeper into the kiss. The air around us is heavy with the scent of sun-warmed grass and salty ocean water, and I feel my body slowly waking, my heart beating faster, my need to lie on his slender body growing.
So, I roll him onto his back, not breaking the kiss, and reach for his pants. With one flick, I undo the belt and push the jeans down his legs, revealing the pale skin of his thighs and his shaved groin. I tug his shirt higher, toward his chest, and lean in to graze my lips over his left nipple.
I suck gently, and there’s a subtle, sweet tang on my tongue, milk, just a hint of it, like a promise of something new blooming inside him, new life. Salt trembles under my touch, his breathing quickening, but he doesn’t pull away. He arches slightly, offering more, begging for more with that languid, wordless movement.
"Take me, I need this," Salt murmurs, his head tilting back, presenting his neck to me, with the double scar on both of his glands. I wear them too now, and proudly.
Not wanting to prolong this, I part his legs with my knees, settling comfortably between them as he pulls them up, offering me his body. My cock, already hard and ready, rubs slowly against his entrance, teasing it a little. He’s slick already, and I slide into him real slow, inch by inch, feeling his tight walls grip me. I pause for a second to look into his eyes. His pupils are dilated, the flush on his cheeks rosy.
"You feel mine…" I mutter.
"I am yours."
"And I am yours."
Then we kiss again, deep, while I start moving my hips. Long, drawn-out thrusts, each one pulling us further into this rhythm, with pauses for more lazy kisses.
Salt gasps softly beneath me, with my every thrust, his whole body rippling with every motion, and nonsense words tumble from his lips, "Eliano… yeah… more…" slurred in bliss, like he’s losing hold of his tongue.
He gives in completely, arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer, and I sense his energy building, pulsing around me.
We don’t hurry, but the pressure stacks up layer by layer, every push intensifying the primal rhythm between us, the smooth sway of my hips.
Pleasure is teasing me like a spark, rising at the head of my cock and spreading slowly, sweetly. It travels up the length of me, pulsing with every squeeze of his walls, then radiating into my core, climbing my spine in leisurely waves that make my back arch just a fraction.
Salt’s eyes flutter half-shut, his fingers digging into my shoulders, and I slow even more, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, savoring the drag, the way he opens for me even more, then wraps me tightly again.
"Not yet," I whisper against his ear, nipping the lobe, playing with his earrings with my tongue, because rushing would steal this from us, this endless stretch of tender time under the open sky.
He whimpers, a soft sound lost in the rustle of grass, as I pause, hips flush against his, my hand sliding down to cup his ass, steadying the little, impatient jerks of his body, begging me to hurry up.
The world narrows to the heat of him around me, the scent of vanilla mixed with earth and sweat. I start to thrust again, feeling his body yield and grip in turns, the pleasure boiling in him too. And then, there’s no stopping anymore, the bliss spikes, the ecstasy rolls, as we both come at the same time, moaning, groaning.
He clenches hard, his cum shooting across his stomach between us, and I spill deep inside him, waves of heat turning us into puddles of bliss.
"È accussì piacièvuli… ah, accussì piacièvuli, maravigghiusu… t’amu."(It feels so good… ah, so good, wonderful… I love you.)
