Dear sweet Elyas, his most beloved, always such a romantic And so, too, is Laurent. It’s something they have in common: their utter devotion to showing the other each and every day how much they’re loved and valued. This gift of Piero is such a sweet one. A sweet young man for them to love for the night. And, oh, will they love him. Love him, spoil him, give him the best night of his life. A fair trade since it will be his last.

Laurent smiles so sweetly at the young man, running his free hand along Piero’s arm as they walk. He points to a distant place on the hill. Only a few lights flicker in the windows to mark its location. “That is where we live,” he points out. “It’s quite private,” he adds with a saucy grin.

“Perhaps after dining, we can get to know each other even better on the terrace as well. Under the stars and the sea air, ah~” Yes, it will be a most beautiful congress. Laurent and Elyas, the eternal lovers, with this shy, rugged mortal writhing between them. Laurent wonders what sounds they’ll wring from him, will he be breathy and restrained or give in to his desires and sing his pleasure into the night?

“But before all that, my dear Piero, you must allow me to feed you. I’ll have meats and vegetables and cheeses brought to dine on. Have you any head for wine; we must have wine, don’t you agree, my love?”