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“I’ll always love you, Imre,” Luca recited, the words branded on his heart.
“I hope you meant it.” A gentle touch nudged Luca to look upward, to fall into the depths of Imre’s gaze. “Because I’ll always love you, Luca.”

Imre giving Luca a braided ring made of ribbon of Imre’s mother’s sash😩🥹

While Luca’s father having panic attack and begging them not to kiss in front of him🤣🤣

“Don’t you lecture me. You text me that my son is missing and then I show up to find you fucking him?”

“Technically,” Imre pointed out with a raised eyebrow, “we were quite finished fucking.”

Imre is killing me🤣 The father is about to have a heart attack and Imre is soo nanchalant😂😂😂

“Xav t’jo ilo.”
“You…you love me?”
“I have always loved you, in one way or another. It’s simply changed, as you have changed… It’s changed into something that consumes me, that demands I consume you. That is why we say ‘I eat your heart… I am wild inside for you, Luca. You’re driving me mad, and I’m so afraid of hurting you—but I don’t know how to let you go.”

Yesss😩🥺🥹😍

“No distractions,” Imre purred, nuzzling the curve of Luca’s ear, breaths rough and broken. “Nothing but this. I want you to feel me in you. Every moment of it, angyalka.”
“Ah—ah, Imre!”
“Ten.” Imre’s sigh was soft, contented, so deeply pleasured, erotic. “Stay with me, my angel.”

Ex-fucking-cuse me! Imre counting out loud the times Luca screams his name dring their first time🥵🫠🤭

“Imre,” he gasped. “Imre!”
“Shh, angyalka,” Imre soothed. Imre’s lips brushed over his, kissing him gently. “Do you love my name so dearly, to cry it so?” he whispered.

Ummm okay Imre🥵🫣😅🫠🫠🫠

“You kept it?” he whispered
His ring.
The ring he’d given Imre, when he’d promised I’ll always love you, Imre.
“You made it for me,” Imre said.
Imre gently lifted the ring out of the tissue paper, set the paper aside, and cupped the circlet of grass in his palm as if it were a fragile and precious thing. “I take promises, even wee promises, very seriously.”

“Angyalka.” Imre shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow and facing Luca; he curled his hand against the back of Luca’s neck, drawing him in to kiss his brow, cool fine skin against his lips. “Don’t you know you’ve been part of my heart for the past twenty years? There is no one whose memories are deeper engraved into me.”

😩😢😭🥺🥹🥹🫠

“You kept it,” he said.
“You gave it to me,” Luca whispered, as if that was explanation enough, and held the book as tightly as if it were his most prized possession.
“Did you ever read it?”
“Over and over.”
“Would you like me to tell you a story, angyalka?” Imre closed Shardik and set it aside on the glossy oak end table, and stretched out a hand for Luca’s book. “Or read you one.” 🥹

Imre coiled the earbuds atop the laptop, then smoothed Luca’s hair back from his brow. He lingered a moment, letting his fingers slip through hair as dark and shimmering as the gleam of a still black pool on a moonless night.
“Sleep, my angyalka,” he whispered.

Everytime Imre calls Luca “angyalka”😩🥹🫠

Then Imre pulled out a chair for Luca and stood over it, waiting.
Luca blinked. It took a moment to click, and when it did he tried to say what are you doing? but only got out something resembling “Gnk…?”
“By all means,” Imre said with that dry, subtle humour. “Stand to eat, if you’re more comfortable that way.”

Imre, the gentleman you are😩 and Luca babe, keep it together😂

“I’m gonna grow up and I’m gonna be tall and handsome, and then you’ll love me too and we’ll get married.”

“The problem,” Imre had said, catching his hand, swallowing it inside his own until Luca’s fingers and the ring disappeared into a thick palm, “is that I already love you, angyalka.”

Stooooooop 😩🥹🥹😍🫠

girl…

this is what i genuinely need all new adult writing to be.