David pursed his lips together, then frowned. “I’m kind of tired today,” he mumbled. His head came to rest against my shoulder. “But I don’t mind touching you. Giving you one…” David smirked, then cupped my behind with his hand; the heat of his skin was pleasant against mine.

The tension in my body left my shoulders. I sighed.

“Or two?” David mumbled, as he glanced up to meet my eyes once more. “S-sorry, uh—” He quickly pulled away. “Is it weird that I’m suggesting that? I just… heard it helps sometimes… with the pain.”

I grasped at his wrist. I urged him to return. Closer. To me. “Don’t,” I whispered, as I shut my eyes once more and led his hand over to my stomach. “Stay. It’s okay.”

“Yeah?” his voice was dry.

We were both coddled and wrapped up in a pile of blankets. My back was rested up against my lover’s body, as he slid his arms around my waist.

I lifted my sweater and gave his wrist a short tug, once more, until his hand was on my bare chest, and his fingers were gently teasing at one of my nipples. “Gods, yes,” I gasped, as David hummed against me and left kisses down my neck.

I tilted my head back. David soon took it upon himself to use both his hands to please me. This was indeed, working. And I decided to make this a team effort, by slipping two of my digits past my underwear; I touched myself, whilst David continued to massage my chest and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

Friend, regardless of us both being very much clothed, this was… such an exhilarating experience. Because I did not undress, it was easier for me to forget what exactly I looked like under said clothes.

…Not to mention David was quite good at distracting me from all of my insecurities, too.

“Does that feel good, Alexander—when I touch you here? When you rub your rock-hard cock between your fingers?” he would say. Or, he would nibble on my shoulder, leave hot puffs of air against my neck, then ask me, “How’s my handsome man doing?”

“You’re so sexy like this.”

Despite the fact that I was doing something I usually am not comfortable with, David made the process of giving myself an orgasm effortless, in comparison to when I am alone.

He kissed me, then lowered his voice. “Relax,” he said. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“Hey—come for me, Alex?”

And, Gods, indeed… I did come for him.

At this point on, we were not planning to go a second-round. I was tired. My chest was suddenly a little sore. “Honestly, you’ve grown to be quite skilled at dirty talk,” my statement was a mere observation, a thought spoken aloud.

David laughed. “Yeah, well, I learned from the best.”

“Is that so…” I huffed. My fingers were still in my boxers, damp, and coated in blood. “You’re hard,” I told David, as I felt his cock nudge my lower back.

He pressed his lips to my temple. He smiled again. “I know, but it’ll go away.”

“Are you sure you don’t”—David’s words caused me to frown—“need any assistance?”

There was a moment of silence, in which he likely considered my offer. “Do you think… you could kiss me, maybe?”

I raised a brow. “Only that?”

“W-well—” I turned around to face him. David’s face was red. He looked away from me. “Maybe I could also… get off, like you did, while you…”

“Oh.” I immediately understood what he was getting at. A grin took the edges of my mouth as I told him, “Of course,” then pressed my lips to his.

David made a fist around his erection. He whimpered against me, when I began to suck on his tongue. Truth be told, friend, I feel a tad perverted for admitting to this—and doing it in the first place—but as I rested my weight against our mattress, and steadied myself with my hand that was still clean, I ended up playing with myself again, next to David, as we continued to make out.

You see… I was simply too turned on by the current situation—by him, and the sound of his hand jacking off his cock—not to.

I suppose, if there is one thing I have learned out of this experience, it is that kisses can get quite sloppy and nonsensical, when they are exchanged between two extremely aroused people.

Once we were done, David and I both took another shower (we were too sweaty not to).

By then, the television had also turn itself off, and the movie was long finished.

I took a glance at the clock on our bedside table. It was six in the evening; on a regular day, I would have already finished two different projects, and replied to a dozen emails.

Instead of getting to work and catching up on everything that I’d felt I had missed, I turned off my phone. I held my lover.

As David ran his fingers through my hair, I fell victim to the claws of slumber, then woke up from the loveliest nap I’d ever taken in my life an hour later, with my cramps all gone!

“Hungry?” David asked me, all the while he, too, rubbed the fatigue out of his eyes.

I stretched my arms to the ceiling then yawned. “Maybe a tad,” I said. “Should we order, or—”

He kissed the words away from my lips. “How about I make you something instead?” David suggested. Friend, I am not sure if my darling has been practicing, but his dishes have been getting tastier with each passing day.

I wanted to write more about what we did after that, and how we ended our late night… or perhaps, rather early morning—the slow dance, his confession, our promise. However, David is currently calling me. He is in the corridor of our apartment, and waving a package in the air, in an attempt to get my attention.

…Oh, my.

I think my prosthetic has arrived!

(!!!)

(Finally!!)

My apologies, friend… I assure you, I will do my best to report back as quickly as I can, however… the rest of what happened between David and I must wait, for I am… much too impatient.

Yours, with love!

Alexander