[ Imagine, being the thing to tether someone, Elio thinks, listening for Jean Louis’ breathing, his voice behind him, settling in so close to his back, chin on his shoulder, they could as well be the same. Merging in some fantastical, mysterious, divine way. Jean Louis releases his slowly softening cock and spreads his fingers out over his abdomen, keeping him near, keeping him tethered. Elio breathes out slowly, feels the chest behind him mirror that motion, in, out. He also feels Jean Louis pull out, a momentary sting to his asshole, the rim contracting once the other man’s cock is completely removed from him, leaving him a little bit emptier. Another deep inhale, exhale.
Jean Louis yawns. It’s contagious, after a second, Elio’s yawning, too.
Leaning his head back, he feels the outline of cheek and the side of Jean Louis’ face, his hair, he feels all of him. He feels like home. Imagine being the one to tether another person, how much you’re losing, if that bond breaks.
He doesn’t want to think about that. Instead Elio nuzzles in, lets himself be held and closes his eyes, sinking into the utter grayness behind. His body feels comfortably his own and comfortably Jean Louis’ at the same time. ]
It’s so you don’t leave.
[ A mutter, almost inaudible, but he lets Jean Louis have it anyway, this constant fear he nurtures behind his openness of approach. If not because of it. Because his openness changed something once, but hasn’t changed since. Elio still has to unlearn that being open means you lose.
He brushes his fingertips along the curve of Jean Louis’ skull. With him, he’s willing to be a student once more, even if he thought that time was long gone. The miracle is that they’re both staying now, long enough to be taught. ]
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Jean Louis yawns. It’s contagious, after a second, Elio’s yawning, too.
Leaning his head back, he feels the outline of cheek and the side of Jean Louis’ face, his hair, he feels all of him. He feels like home. Imagine being the one to tether another person, how much you’re losing, if that bond breaks.
He doesn’t want to think about that. Instead Elio nuzzles in, lets himself be held and closes his eyes, sinking into the utter grayness behind. His body feels comfortably his own and comfortably Jean Louis’ at the same time. ]
It’s so you don’t leave.
[ A mutter, almost inaudible, but he lets Jean Louis have it anyway, this constant fear he nurtures behind his openness of approach. If not because of it. Because his openness changed something once, but hasn’t changed since. Elio still has to unlearn that being open means you lose.
He brushes his fingertips along the curve of Jean Louis’ skull. With him, he’s willing to be a student once more, even if he thought that time was long gone. The miracle is that they’re both staying now, long enough to be taught. ]