/i love you forever, oliver. you hold my heart./

hand on cheek, soft, a caress. i melt under his fingertips.

/i love you for always, my elio./

i kiss each knuckle, dimpled. the tears fall, as i did for him.

/you’re like peach ice cream, you’re the breeze through the window. how on earth did the heavens let you leave?/

/they had cast me out, i didn’t agree./

mouth on mine. hand under the shirt. the sunlight catches the eyes locked to mine, and i plummet into his ocean.

/god help me./

stumble, towards the bed. land, on thin cotton freshly laundered. ruin the folds, crease them. peaches dance in the air, trickling down my throat and my collarbones and my ribs and my stomach and-

/oh!/

warmth envelops me, those ample lips softer than they appear. flesh, tongue flickers.

/oh, oliver. your mouth is dangerous./

it’s a curse, bittersweet. i am trapped, though why would i ever wish to leave? this soft cacophony of pleasure, this intimacy that holds me close and rises like a wave. i am close to the surface, i can feel myself breaking-

/you’re so pretty with your head titled back. but let me see those eyes, i want to know what you really feel like/

locked, caught. deer in the headlights, an owl in the road. he does not let me go. a sticky grin, wiped on a sleeve. roses, pressed. teeth, not as sharp as they can be.

he kisses up towards my nose and leaves a delicate print. a hand in my hair, smoothing the erratic curls. his eyes smile, brighter than the sun beams streaming through the window.

he lays his head on my chest, my arms wrap round him protectively.

/elio, don’t let me leave this bed. don’t let those arms fall to your sides, hold me for as long as you love me./

a kiss, soft and on the forehead.

/then we shall both die within this bed./