[ And because Elio asks, always asking for more, always asking again, Jean Louis told him to himself, the other man responds, tightening his hold on him, pulling him in closer now, accepting his advances and then, takes for himself. Seeing as Jean Louis is actually leader of the most neoliberal party in all of Europe. He knows how to take. Elio loves it, loves the sense of having his mouth filled by him, angling his face to avoid a collision of noses, just a little to the side, there, come here. Elio sucks on his tongue, greedily, because they’re both about profits and outcomes, in each their distinct way, slipping both arms up around his neck and burying his fingers in Jean Louis’ hair, near the back of his skull. Fingertips scraping over scalp.
Part of him, a selfish, childish part, wants Oliver to see them like this, wants to show off exactly how well Jean Louis cares, how someone isn’t busy with his wife and children or his father’s endless rants about Antiquity. How he’s enough for someone, this particular someone, this very important someone. But as he kisses Jean Louis back, breathing harshly through his nose and letting the other man take some of his weight off of him, because he can, Elio realizes that it’s enough that the trees know and the wind knows and it’s enough that the wind will knock on the kitchen windows and if someone listened closely enough, they’d catch the drift.
Like it’s enough knowing that his family, Oliver included somehow, is loud and they won’t hear a thing. ]
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Part of him, a selfish, childish part, wants Oliver to see them like this, wants to show off exactly how well Jean Louis cares, how someone isn’t busy with his wife and children or his father’s endless rants about Antiquity. How he’s enough for someone, this particular someone, this very important someone. But as he kisses Jean Louis back, breathing harshly through his nose and letting the other man take some of his weight off of him, because he can, Elio realizes that it’s enough that the trees know and the wind knows and it’s enough that the wind will knock on the kitchen windows and if someone listened closely enough, they’d catch the drift.
Like it’s enough knowing that his family, Oliver included somehow, is loud and they won’t hear a thing. ]