The sun disappeared from the sky.

David pressed his lips to my eyes, that were now damp with tears once more. He was inside me, however, he was not moving. Being this vulnerable before him stirred emotions I had wanted to keep at bay hidden. I found myself blurting the words, “Don’t leave me,” as he held me closer.

Outside, rain began to fall. Dew slid down our windows. “You’re so warm.” David whispered; he rested his ear against my heart. “I love you, Alex,” he said. “And I wish I was joking, because it sounds corny as hell, but I don’t see myself growing old with anyone else but you.”

His words only made me tear up more. “Gods, David, then why?” I asked him. “Why does he interest you? I feel like he’s the exact opposite of me. And I fear I may lose you to him.”

I still don’t know why we decided to have our little chat while he was, to put it crudely: balls deep inside of me—but… I cannot say having the worst timing was unlike us.

“Well,” David shrugged. He sighed, and looked down at me. “Maybe that’s exactly why. It’s like, you know, you have your favorite ice cream flavor, that—if you had to pick one—you’d eat it forever, until the day you die. And then, sometimes, you try out another flavor, because strawberry can’t taste like chocolate, no matter how hard you want it to. Like… I wouldn’t hold it against you either, if you looked at other people. I just… feel guilty for doing it, because it’s making you sad.” He paused, then huffed again. I could feel him getting slightly soft inside me, so I gave his cock a squeeze, and watched as his features unraveled for the instance of a second.

Cute, I thought, as David tried to regain his bearings and rolled his eyes at me.

“Does what I’m saying make any sense at all?” he asked. “Or am I just being offensive?”

I blinked. “I’m chocolate ice cream, and I’m your favorite?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Wait, no— I mean—” David groaned. His head hung low as he thrust up against me once more, and slowly began to pick up his pace. “Can we…” His breaths were shallow.

David pulled out to show me the tip of his groin; flushed to a point where it looked like it hurt. His face was red, as he held his cock between his hand, he bit his lip, then said, “D-don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not enjoying whatever existential crisis it is that we’re going through, but Junior here just… reacts. To you. Well,” he cleared his throat, “being inside you, I mean…” He paused. “Should we stop? Maybe, I could go to the bathroom, quickly finish, then come back to have a friendly old chat with—”

I tugged him closer again. “Do you want to stop?”

“N-no. But, I thought, that m-maybe, you wanted to…”

Friend, I still cannot believe I did this, but I truly did want to get my point across, and to help get David’s mind off of feeling guilty for, what was apparently, just a mere crush—now that I knew this, and that I was sure he was not falling out of love with me, our previous quarrel seemed so silly.

“David,” I said. And I grasped at the side of my legs, spread my thighs, then bared myself to him.

I looked away. Although I could not see myself, with how hot my face had grown, I’m willing to bet a fortune that my face had flushed a darker shade of pink.

There was silence.

And only silence.

And when I dared take a brief peek at my lovers face, his eyes were wide. He slowly stepped closer once more, and slid his hand up against mine, where it was still rested atop my buttocks. “H-holy shit, you’re so hot.” David’s voice shook. He thrust into me, once.

I clawed at his back. Tugged at his arm. He sunk his teeth into my shoulder. He buried himself inside me once more.

When David paused, I pushed up against my elbows, so that our chests were pressed together. I whispered beside his ear, the word, “Master.” And I think it is in this moment that we both realized things were going to be different.

Different, but not bad.

Friend, if you were wondering, yes, I did manage to catch my bus on time—in fact, I am writing to you as I wait for my assistant to arrive.

I still do not know what exactly is going on between David and I, but I am… slightly reassured. The events that have recently unfolded have given me the opportunity to be vulnerable before him, like he was before me in the past. Truthfully, I cannot see this new dynamic lasting forever, but I’m not feeling capable of taking control right now. My mind is too noisy—too filled by worries for the future of me and my art. Having David replace such vivid loud things with the sweetness of his touch was… quite nice.

I also… am happy that I shared my worries with him. I now see that it is unlikely he is searching for another partner, or… someone who is better.

We promised each other we would talk—properly this time—once I got home. Truth be told, we both wanted to have said chat once we were done with our mindless, make-up sex. The only reason we did not, was because I had to leave in order to arrive on time for my meeting.

I still have not told David what this is about, and why I am in need of an assistant. Truth be told, I am slightly nervous to explain the wrist situation to my lover, but… I suppose I’ll have to eventually. Even opening a can of beans is proving to be difficult, with the pain that I am currently in. I cannot hide this forever. I think, that I had been delaying it, in the hopes that it would get better, too. It felt less real this way. Less set in stone.

Gods, friend, this is… a rather strange time in my life. I was not so sure of how the future would turn out when I fell asleep last night. Shamefully, I admit, my mind went to rather… dark places, when I cried until I could not physically weep any longer—however, I am learning that this is okay. I do not always have to be delighted with life. We are not everlasting creatures—we are always changing, even in the smallest of ways. Even when, we do not notice it. And I cannot wait to see, what life has in store for me next.

I think I see my assistant. She is running. It seems that she is rather quite short, even with heels on. What an endearing trait.

Any who!

Until next time, friend; I hope the sky is blue, where you are.

With love,

Alexander