Heavy sounds of breathing filled the silence in the room, mixed with unrestrained desire, as Andrew lay on the bed completely naked and exposed for Elio's eyes to feast on, waiting for Elio. The room was way too hot, charged with unbearable tension and unspeakable lust, as if it were ready for the storm that was about to unleash.
Elio's eyes were fixed on Andrew as he took off his pants impatiently, mostly ripping them off in the process while watching Andrew desperately waiting for him, ready for him to take, and his eyes calling for him. He himself couldn't endure being away from him even for a second, wanting nothing but to touch him.
Andrew's tear-stained eyes from the previous pleasure gazed at Elio with lust and yearning as he waited for him, desperately aching for him, his inside burning for him. His chest rose and fell from the staggered breath he took in, his cock stood high, and his heart thumped erotically in anticipation from the moment Elio had whispered those words.
