The palm disappeared from his mouth and Jibran licked his lips. Then, he slowly turned back towards Seraing. This time, he looked deeply into his brown eyes. Seraing smiled, and his hands stroked Jibran’s back, so he slithered his arms up to Seraing’s neck, touching his skin briefly with his fingers, watching how it made the young man shiver; feeling, how he gasped for air, how his eyes got a deeper colour. His pupils dilated and his gaze fell onto Jibran’s lips.

   It was a very long time ago since they kissed and Jibran wanted to be the one who initiated it this time. As he meant to do it originally; he still didn’t forget, how Seraing asked him to make the first step for the kiss, and it didn’t turn out that way. Now… he waited enough. He didn’t have any fears or shyness.

   Their touch was soft and wet and both of them trembled slightly – Jibran somehow just knew, they were both trembling for holding back their suppressed longing for each other. They parted after the short, sweet kiss, that wasn’t even a true kiss, just a welcoming touch between their tongues.

   Seraing was again intimately close to him. Touching their forehead together, feeling the light breeze on his wet lips, hearing his own heart pumping so fast… Jibran leaned forward, but instead of another kiss, he dug his head into his favourite spot. Touching his skin, he found himself uncomfortably yet excitingly close to this young man. Seraing’s body was solid and steady, and he didn’t try to stop Jibran. He embraced him even tighter when Jibran also wrapped his arms around him stronger.

   Chests pressing to each other, feeling each other’s strong heartbeat, feeling how they took some quick, shallow breaths, feeling the fabrics between them getting hotter, and their muscles tensing and resting on each other… His ear was pressing on Seraing as well. He heard his sigh, and felt his fingers caressing his back.

   This hug was nothing like he ever experienced. Not as if he experienced many. Jibran’s mind was blurry. He couldn’t think. Maybe this was his first ever hug in his life, he wasn’t sure himself. He closed his eyes to live it through better.

   He didn’t know for how long they stayed this way. He felt like he could fall asleep. He vaguely remembered that he hadn’t slept at night – the morning seemed so far away as if it was in another life when he was suffering with his letter, feeling sick of thinking about how Seraing is going to cut him out of his life… He never imagined this hug to happen at the end of the day. He never imagined that all of his flaws and wrongdoings would be forgiven.

 “Seraing…” He called him quietly. The man embraced him even tighter, hearing his voice, and Jibran felt the tickling feeling when the other pressed his nose into his neck as well.

 “Hm?” He just growled; his voice resonated under Jibran’s ear, giving him goosebumps all over. He jerked, and his muscles tensed.

 “I love you.”

   His voice came out smaller than he intended to be, and trembled more than he liked. He wanted to sound more confident, because he was certain of his feelings, yet…

   Was he too early? Would he be called a fool? Their relationship wasn’t going very fast… in the past three years, they never got over the flirting stage. They only had a few kisses. He also knew how much Seraing preferred to do “everything at the right time”. Jibran didn’t know if this was the right time, but he felt like if he doesn’t say it, he would wake up from this dream. But what if… Maybe it was still not the right moment. Maybe Seraing wanted to do it elseway.

   Seraing slowly backed away, causing Jibran to shiver and his face to cool down by the fear of rejection.

   But the man didn’t go too far. He just loosened their hug until he could look at him from very close; his face had a light blush, his eyes were dark and deep, and a type of warmness sparkled in them that Jibran maybe had never seen before.

 “I love you too, Jibran.”

   There was nothing anymore. No fears, no worries, no doubts and no thoughts. They looked at each other deeply, unable to turn away, and there was some strange feeling inside Jibran that told him, he should not hold back anymore.

   He finally let himself loose. As he kissed Seraing again, he was too hasty, and their teeth rattled against each other a bit harder. Jibran heard his own moans as if they had come from another place. He felt an undeniable urge; he bit on the lips; he sucked on that tongue that was trying to take the lead from him. He felt Seraing’s hair in his fist, as he grabbed his strands; he felt the hotness and shakiness of the other person.

   Seraing wasn’t gentle. His kisses were not the same as they were before. He pushed him back, making Jibran tilt his body towards the table, almost as if he wanted him to sit on it. He was forceful as he tasted him; fought with him for the lead, bit and suck back on him. He melted Jibran’s body with his passion; seemed like Seraing couldn’t stop himself either. The lust to give himself to this person conquered Jibran’s patience.

   The bites were satisfying. Hearing his own voice was satisfying. Feeling the feverish touch on him, when Seraing’s hands slipped under his T-shirt was satisfying.

   Every single touch left a burning trail on his goosebumped skin, running through his spine and concentrating in his penis, making it painfully throbbing and hard, pressing against his underwear. But he was also pressing against Seraing’s body… and he couldn’t help but rub his hips against the warm, solid crotch. 

   It was so vivid and hot, he whimpered loudly, tearing out from the kiss, tilting his head back, to just feel Seraing’s hungry kisses and his teeth’s viciousness on his neck. He bit him there, and sucked on his skin so hard as if he really wanted to eat him. For visualising that, his manhood got wet, and Jibran squeaked, cramping up by unexpected fear; for a moment, he felt like he is going to come in the next second. He hissed and tucked on Seraing’s hair.

 “Seraing… wait… I’ll come if you…”

Seraing suddenly parted from him, and this made Jibran freeze blankly.

   But then, his T-shirt just disappeared somewhere. Jibran missed it when it happened; it was that fast. He found himself half-naked already. A sudden shyness ran through him, and he quickly leaned forward. He took the lead in the kiss. Now he was the one pushing Seraing, making him step back once, twice, again and again until his legs bumped into the bed. Seraing unwillingly fell on it, sitting on the edge as he was before.

   Jibran used this opportunity to sit above him, kneeling on both of his sides – he really wanted to sit on his lap, since the young man was offering it without words.

 “If you told me you’re coming I could learn how to lap dance,” Jibran murmured, leaning into another kiss. His crotch pressed to Seraing much more directly in this position, and multiple electric waves ran down on his spine, making his thighs tremble and his penis throb faster. All of his remaining clothes annoyed and tied him down too much; he was damp all over already.

   Seraing laughed into the kiss, and his hands still touched Jibran’s back and sides, but then one of them drew back and wedged between them, as he was about to untie Jibran’s belt and take off his pants too.

 “You… still have… a chance…” The younger man panted between the kisses, among the smacking, wet noises that they’d made, that made Jibran even harder in his underwear. His body almost lost against that feeling.

   Jibran lifted his hip with the intention of allowing Seraing to completely undress him. But as his balance broke in the momentum, Seraing suddenly grabbed him, and after a second Jibran pounced on the bed, squeaking by this unexpected experience. The air stuck in his lungs… Then he looked up. He saw himself with spreading legs, between them was Seraing kneeling, and he simply… grabbed Jibran’s pants and underwear, and with one harsh movement, he pulled them off.

   His manhood lively jumped out, and it was such a nice feeling, not being pressed by clothes anymore; but at the same time, his body was suddenly completely exposed in front of Seraing, who just tossed his clothes somewhere, and began to attentively observe Jibran.

   He physically felt his eyes on his skin, touching him and making him tickle, and Jibran couldn’t hold back his shiver. He felt Seraing’s strong muscles under his thighs, his ass was pressing on Seraing’s crotch… but that stupidly beautiful ex-Judge was still clad in his clothes!

The embarrassment took over Jibran’s feelings, he wanted to hide somewhere.

 “Seraing… Why are you not naked yet?” He asked panting, growling, and with a burning face, expressing his displeasure over the fact. Seraing looked up at him from his observation, and smiled. His face was somewhat pink too, but his eyes burned with such a fire that made Jibran’s legs weak. If he was standing still, he would’ve collapsed.

 “Do you want me to take them off?”

 “Obviously…” Jibran remembered of another time, when Seraing asked this very question. That night… he dreamt about that night quite a few times. His thighs twitched for the memory, and he wrapped them around the young man’s waist. This position… was really arousing. He felt something under his butt… but he couldn’t reach it like this. Those stupid pants…

 “I understood. I’m going to undress then.”

   But he was extremely slow, and judging by his grin, as he was staring at Jibran, he did it on purpose. Jibran gasped for air, just lying there, watching him unbutton his shirt, slowing down with every move more and more. Even if it was cruciatingly slow, he couldn’t not watch how his skin appeared between the parts of the shirt. By the time he reached the last one, Jibran was clenching his fists around the corner of his pillows, so as not to touch himself. His body was withering a lot… he was one or two jerks away from his ejaculation. His arousal was throbbing painfully; he had a lot of pre-fluid, flowing down on him already, which only made him more sensitive… He bit on his lips to hold back his moans, and tried his hardest to procrastinate his orgasm.

Then Seraing fucking finally threw his shirt somewhere.

   His chest changed since Jibran last saw it. He had some old wounds here and there, but nothing major. However, his muscles were more defined; they were visible even when he was not moving. Jibran’s saliva gathered in his mouth, and he wanted to touch him so badly, but he couldn’t reach, as Seraing was sitting on his heels, and he was still lying in front of him. He didn’t feel strong enough to sit up, or he would probably come.

   Then, Seraing rose up from his heels and from the embrace of Jibran’s legs, making them fall onto the bed. The young man, balancing on his knees, started to untie the belt. He did it even slower than with the buttons. Jibran whimpered. Those thin, but strong fingers were working proficiently, and then he zipped his flies.

And stopped.

 “Jibran.”

 “WHAT?” He whined, and pushed his hip towards him. Seraing grinned.

 “Don’t be so impatient.” He said with a scolding tone. “I’ve waited three years, and you haven’t even done me a favour after I jerked you off. Now just wait.”

Jibran felt like this day was the day his jaw was dropping from him forever.

 “Wh… what… You didn’t ask me!” He said still loudly, and pushed himself onto his elbows. “If I knew you wanted it…”

 “You couldn’t even jerk yourself off.”

 “I…” Jibran still gasped for air, and started to feel a bit upset. “This was mean. You’re… you’re mean. I still had…” Jibran silenced himself suddenly. Seraing raised his eyebrows, not being bothered that he still hadn’t taken off the pants.

 “Still had what?”

   He knew it. Seraing knew that Jibran was about to say he still had his mouth, but it was even worse that he wanted Jibran to say it out loud. No matter how dirty he was, Jibran never talked about things like this with anyone… especially not buck naked, with a twitching erection, dancing on the edge of his orgasm, waiting for this dumb boy to finish the undressing.

 “Nothing… you don’t deserve that. You are being mean to me.”

   Jibran fell back to the bed, and impatiently gasped. Should he beat it off this time? Seraing was playing with him too much. He still felt offended.

 “You can do it later, sunshine. I just wanted to ask about how you want to do it now.” Seraing said, and continued to undress – with only a few moves and a couple of seconds, changing his pace completely, he took off his pants.

   Jibran forgot the question and his sulking. He couldn’t turn away. His mouth watered even more, and his heart jumped. In his mind, he tried to imagine what Seraing’s manhood looked like… he had many types of pictures in his head… but… he underestimated the ex-Judge. He felt his face getting colder, and a shiver ran through his body.

   What the hell is he going to do with… That was much bigger than he anticipated. HOW DID HE HIDE THAT UNDER A THIN FABRIC???

   But it made him satisfied at the same time: Seraing seemed to be just as hard and ready as he was. He was also shining at the tip by his own fluids. Jibran swallowed.

 “Sunshine.”

 “Huh?”

   Jibran looked up, realising that he had been staring at Seraing’s tail for at least a minute… Seraing’s face blushed again…. but he also grinned. Jibran wanted to be embarrassed, but then it occurred to him, that there was really no point… they were a couple, after all. This thought made him feel more relaxed.

 “How do you want to do it?”

Oh…

 “I…” Jibran looked down again with a bit of uncertainty. “I want… I want the full experience… with penetration.”

 “Do you have some lubricant?”

Jibran just pointed to the nightstand beside his bed.

Seraing bent over him.

   Slightly sideways, but still over him, to reach for the drawer of the nightstand. In this position, Jibran felt the hotness of the other’s crotch; Seraing’s thighs were pressing to his, and they were finally naked as well. His skin was velvety and also very warm, but his muscles were hard as steel. Jibran didn’t have those steel muscles: he felt like a shaking pudding under him.

   This was a hundred times better than any of his dreams. Jibran shivered continuously by the excitement. How long he had been waiting for this?

   Seraing’s movement stopped after he pulled out the lower drawer, and Jibran’s mind went blank for a second by a frightening thought.

   For his worst nightmare and embarrassment… Seraing straightened up, and in his hand there was…

Jibran closed his eyes tightly.

 “Where did you get this?”

 “I… I asked for it from… someone…” He almost said the name, but he bit on his tongue. Seraing hummed – he understood, even without Jibran’s words.

 “Interesting… if I knew that you were supposed to give dildos to your crush, I would’ve won your heart a long time ago.”

 “Oh, shut up… It’s not like that.” Jibran’s voice trembled. “I… had some… side effects from the extract. I… I told you that I was in pain… but in fact, I was in heat. “Jibran was still traumatised by those memories.

 “Heat?” Seraing’s voice was way too excited, or Jibran just imagined it. But he couldn’t look at him; he turned his head sideways, and stared at the wall beside his bed. “Heat as in a mating season?”

 “Yeah…” Jibran spoke fast in a higher-pitched voice. “Pauli said, that the monster I got the extract from, probably had its mating season, when I got the first shot… And while my genes were fighting over the leadership, the extract threw my system off, and… I almost died. It was painful. I couldn’t even get out of bed sometimes… without wanting to push something inside, or push myself into something…”

   His body shivered, as he remembered. Those days were very rough. He enjoyed it sometimes – but at some point, his body started to ache a lot from the practice of many types of self-satisfying methods.

 “… It was before that man confessed to you? Or did he confess to you while you were like this?”

Jibran swallowed.

 “The first one.” He murmured a bit reluctantly. “I tried to not show this side of me to anyone, as much as I could. I was constantly under those sensations; my body was excessively sensitive… Only Pauli and he knew about it. He asked how he could help, and… thanks to my suffering, I just told him to get me a… get me something, because I couldn’t live longer without it. He never offered himself, though… But he only could get the materials for it. I kind of had to… put it together. But anyway, I don’t know if this had any connection of how he felt about me.”

   Jibran panted heavily; he didn’t want to stop talking, he was frustrated. He couldn’t complain about this to anyone. Too intimate, too dirty, too shaming. He felt uncomfortable, so he wanted to distract his mind. But he also felt naked in front of Seraing now – not just physically. And he felt safe. Seraing was his partner, and already accepted him, so he could do this. He slowly calmed down.

 “I never had heat anymore, once it was over, it was over, but… T-that toy saved my life, Seraing, so don’t talk bad about him. He’s my boyfriend.”

   Jibran felt Seraing’s gaze on himself. Maybe he should’ve said, he didn’t want penetration, so they didn’t have to talk about this right in this moment… he started to feel impatience.  

 “I can’t believe I have to fight for you with a dildo. You say it’s a he. Have you named it?”

 “… Is it necessary to be so attentive and intelligent? Can’t you lose some of your brain cells from time to time?” Jibran’s voice had shaken suddenly.

 “How did you name it?”

 “I won’t tell you, even if you beg.”

 “Ah… Let me guess. Is it Seraing?”

 “You…”

Jibran decided to pull his pillow on his face to hide.

 “It’s not.” He said with a muffled voice, but he soon was lacking air like this, so he let his mouth out from the pillow. “I won’t tell you.”

 “I’m not going to continue until you tell me.”

 “Wh… where is my sweetheart? What have you done with Seraing? Who are you, being so mean?!”

Seraing laughed.

 “You said I don’t know you enough, but I think you know less about me, than me about you.” He said, clearly enjoying himself over there, between Jibran’s spread-out legs. “I have more sides as well.”

   Jibran couldn’t lie… this made his mind get over the embarrassing situation, as he began to wonder, what sort of sides Seraing had. He wanted to learn all the things about Seraing that he was capable of learning. But he also felt upset that he was so much of an open book to the young man. When and how did this happen? They spent equal time with each other and yes, granted, Seraing was a Judge, but the shared information still should be the same amount between them.

 “Oh.” He answered in a shaky voice. “So what will happen if I never tell you how I named it? You will never fuck me?”

 “Perhaps. Since you have a boyfriend anyway. You lied to me. You said you don’t have anyone. I may as well just go back to the Northern Base.”

   Jibran snored, then he put his pillow away. He looked at the satisfied face, and then… he just couldn’t help but look through the naked figure as well.

   He was so attractive. Let alone his well-shaped manhood, all of his parts were just… mouth-watering, from his fine muscles to his slightly tanned skin – he was somewhat paler on his chest than on his face – even his nipples were just so perfectly placed. The light of the lamp came from behind him, painting him with subtle, golden colour, yet he was shining in Jibran’s eyes. He wanted to feast on him, lick every single lit up muscle and every single shadowy curve on that body; he wanted to bite and suck on it to learn what it is taste like and what sound this dumb boy would make for it… but he also wanted him to start preparing him finally, because his body was aching for his touch.

 “It’s… Sera Jr.”

   Seraing looked at him with raised eyebrows before he glanced at the dildo in his hand. Jibran trembled. Then his mind – for the millionth time in this last hour or so – went blank, when Seraing simply put the dildo to his penis and compared them to each other!

 “No wonder it’s just junior. Much smaller than the original.”

 “Seraing…”

   He didn’t even know what he wanted to say, but he forgot even that in the next second, as Seraing suddenly leaned over him again. However, this time not bending for the drawer, this time supporting himself on his arms at the two sides of Jibran’s head. His whole body covered Jibran’s, and he forgot to breathe for a second.

Seraing looked deeply into his eyes, and Jibran got lost in this gaze for who knows how long.

 “I’m not into threesomes, but I can make an exception for Sera Jr, from time to time. But if you use it without telling me, I might be angry. So now let’s forget about him now, shall we? He shouldn’t interrupt our first lovemaking. Is this all your lubricant? It’s almost empty.”

   Seraing looked away, and Jibran dazedly wandered on his profile before he followed his gaze. He didn’t see when Seraing took off the lid of the little jar, but he was right… there was only a small amount of cream in that jar. Jibran’s bit on his lower lip.

 “I… I don’t have more yet… It’s not easy to get it…”

 “It will be enough for now. I brought a few bottles from the base, it’s in my bags.”

 “You brought… Vaseline for me? And you dare to criticise that someone gave me a dildo?”

 “Wrong. I brought it for us.” Seraing took the remaining lubricant onto his fingers, and his hand disappeared downwards, but his eyes were locking Jibran’s gaze, so he couldn’t look after them. “I didn’t know which one of us would be using it, but I expected that we will need a lot.”

 “What would’ve you done if I donnghhh…”

   It was out of nowhere when he felt Seraing’s finger at his entrance. Jibran trembled, and instinctively grabbed on Seraing’s stretching arm beside his face, pressing his forehead to it.

   He tried to relax his muscles. His enjoyment faded slightly. For the first touches, he always felt uncomfortable, but when he did it for himself, he was doing it more carefully and softer.

 “S… Seraing… slower…” He hissed between his teeth, and Seraing’s movements slowed down immediately. Jibran felt a kiss on his jaw.

 “Sorry… is this better?” He heard the whisper which was followed by some smacking noises, as he kissed onto the pit between Jibran’s collar bones. Then he bit and licked it too.

 “Y… yes… I haven’t done it there a couple of days ago, I’m…” Jibran’s shaky words halted, when another rush of hotness poured down from his head to his crotch. He couldn’t speak.

   Seraing made it right quickly; his lips left wet trails on Jibran, which were making him shake as the cooling air in the dimly lit room touched it. Yet, his attention was still kept on that stretching finger that started to invade him deeper, and move in and out, in and out… It was such a strong feeling that he couldn’t escape from it. Jibran quietly moaned and withered under his partner. The urge to close his legs were also heavy – he unconsciously tried to do it multiple times. Seraing didn’t complain, he waited until Jibran noticed it, so then he always opened them up wider. Every movement he did he felt it between his walls, unwillingly grabbing on the invader. It was a bit scary at times. Not doing it for himself… It was different. But Seraing didn’t rushed anything anymore, and he’d read Jibran’s reactions like a book.

   Then, the young man went down, bent over his nipples, making Jibran’s nerves react with vivid electricity when he licked and sucked them; he took them between his teeth, and causing him to growl, as he began to crumble them. Jibran was shaking, as if the man shook him, when he licked a wide, wet path on his jerking stomach, and then licked into his belly button. Jibran’s whole body writhed with joy, and also unintentionally, he clenched around that moving finger.

He almost forgot about the finger until now.

   Jibran finally looked down. The anticipation was there, but Seraing seemed to love to torture him – he did not follow the path he was doing – he skipped his swollen, twitching member, instead, he started to play with Jibran’s testicles.

   He couldn’t breathe. The pain started to fade; under his balls, there was a very sensitive part that this way-too-attentive boy touched… His manhood, which got a bit less erected when Seraing started fingering him, began to rise again, and the pleasure relaxed his body. He started to move towards his hand; then he adapted to its movements… his attention was once again focused on that finger, but he felt like he wanted it deeper now.

   Until Seraing added one more finger. The pain didn’t come back fully, but it was still somewhat not alright. He felt the faint piercing inside and he hissed a few times, when Seraing went deeper, as if he’d read his mind. Then he added one more finger again. It seemed so sudden after the long preparation. The lube made them more slippery, but it got absorbed a bit too fast.

   His rim gradually loosened, and when Seraing kissed the base of his arousal, it’s jerked a few times. The tenseness dissolved by his partner’s gentleness. Seraing knew exactly, how to make him relaxed – he was so perfect in it, as if he was a veteran sheet-acrobat.

   Jibran panted quietly, and now he noticed how his body was sweating, he felt hotness between his legs, under his arms, on his neck, and when he began to move instinctively in the same rhythm as Seraing’s finger, he felt like it is not enough. He wanted to speed things; he wanted more stretching… he wanted that feeling of being completely filled out. He wanted Seraing’s erection, much wider and longer, doing the same rocking movements. His mind was full of this wish and full of anticipation. He was once again stone-hard and close to his peak.

 “Enough.” He said in a very raspy voice, almost growling. “Come.”

 “Not yet.”

 “Serahing… please…”

 “You’re still not relaxed enough. I don’t want to hurt you.”

   Jibran whimpered in dissatisfaction, and pushed his head into the pillow, as his body arched with a sudden, more forceful movement of those fingers. Seraing just touched an area that made Jibran’s legs numb, causing him to almost reach that point of no return.

 “Seraing, I can’t…”

 “Keep it together, doctor.”

 “I can’t. Seraing… I’m begging you. If you don’t put it in right now, I’m gonna go and ride Rum.”

   The fingers had stopped, and they didn’t move anymore. Jibran trembled, and looked up at Seraing’s face. At that moment, when their eyes met, Seraing suddenly pulled his fingers out with a harsh move, making Jibran scream. The young man descended over him, pressing their bodies to each other.

   Jibran’s breath had stuck in his lungs as he felt the head of that hard penis pushing to his loosened muscles, meanwhile, his own erection was wedged between their bellies. Seraing looked at him from very close, elbowing beside Jibran’s head, making his mind empty.

 “You call me mean, but you’re the one saying another man’s name while I’m fingering you…” Seraing growled. “Now you made me extremely jealous.”

   Jibran felt humble-mouthed all of a sudden, and guilt rose in his heart. His head cleared up a bit – it was hard to think when his only wish was to feel this man inside him. But now he realised, he might have gone too far, and the resentment made him cool down.

 “I’m… sorry… I didn’t meaahhh…”

   Seraing really didn’t like to wait until Jibran finished his sentences. The words once again turned into a moan in his throat, and his body arched by that strange yet long-wished feeling in his lower parts. It wasn’t completely unfamiliar for Jibran, thanks to his “boyfriend”, but it was not the same that he experienced with it either. He involuntary clenched his muscles around the hard manhood, and writhed in his whole body. He grabbed onto Seraing, digging his nails into the skin on his back to release the pressure and tenseness.

   They completely merged together. Seraing stopped above him for a whole minute, waiting for Jibran’s body to relax enough to move before his hip started to thrust in. Jibran’s heart jumped to his throat, and grunted with every movement; he couldn’t hold back. Despite the lubricant, it was painful. Seraing was right… he still wasn’t stretched enough. He was afraid he will be ripped in half. A heavy sensation pushed into his organs and urged him to get away a little bit, but there was no space to go.

   One other thing he had never felt before using his toy – the explosive power of Seraing’s movements. The solid body pressing against his, the hot muscles waving between his thighs, and an unfamiliar shaking he felt under his palms. Seraing held himself back, probably for Jibran’s sake, he clearly wanted to move faster already. It was so overwhelming that Jibran couldn’t reciprocate his thrusts yet. He just held himself up, before he decided to wrap his legs around Seraing’s waist.

Moving was not comfortable much, until Seraing started to caress him on his neck.

   At some point, Jibran suddenly felt relief. When Seraing pushed those invisible buttons, kissing them, starting to touch him with one of his hands on his side, that was very sensitive, especially for those light touches with Seraing’s fingertips… The unpleasant pressure that he felt in his lower abdomen and around his hole had eventually disappeared.

   Seraing felt it too, and grunted, as he started to move at an even faster pace. Jibran bit on his own wrist to muffle himself, because his moans came out too loudly. His throat ached, his body arched, he couldn’t control himself, and he let Seraing drift him further and further from this point.

   The air got stuck in him once again, when Seraing pushed into his sweet spot suddenly. It made his hip move faster and wanting more. He followed the rhythm that Seraing dictated.

   The dim room was filled with his dull moans, then he noticed the knocking of his bed on the wall, but couldn’t make a sign to Seraing to slow down… and he didn’t want to slow down. Soon there was a quiet, wet clapping noise that just aroused him even more; especially that he felt those movements so smooth now. His inside completely adjusted to Seraing’s size. He trembled while his muscles started to cramp as the tension was building up in his erected, pulsing member. Their movements also rubbed him there, wetting both of their bellies.

   When Seraing began to grunt into his ears quietly, dropping his head, as he was unable to hold it up with the fast pace he was thrusting in… it was too much. Jibran was amused by the young man’s enjoyment too much. He wanted to see his face, and he wanted to feel him more. The strong, writhing body between his legs, the smell of his sweat, his steam, his voice, his harsh, shallow breath on his ear, and the accelerating moves of him as he started to reach his own orgasm, all of this…

   Jibran pressed his forehead to Seraing’s shoulder.

 “Ih… I’m coming…” He panted out hurriedly, clinging to Seraing’s back, and just in the next thrust, hot waves rushed to his erection, cramping up his balls, and sprinkled out of him as hot liquid when he came. His whole body felt like a solid lump for a long second, he jerked multiple times, holding his breath, moaning by the almost painfully good tension, while the stone-hard penis inside him got stuck for a moment as he gripped on it very tightly. Then, the hotness was followed by warm relief, it poured down on his whole body, coming from his pulsing member and cramping testicles. Panting for air, Jibran slowly relaxed around Seraing.

 “Jibran… can I…?”

 “Mhn.”

   Seraing completely leaned over him and his movements seemed even faster, his voice louder, but he hid his head in Jibran’s neck. Jibran was so sensitive down there that he still moaned with the younger man, still clung onto his body, which was solid like stone… until he felt Seraing’s stopping. A longer, deeper growl escaped from his partner’s throat.

   Jibran shivered. He felt the warmness and wetness inside him after he allowed Seraing to come into his body. It was a completely new experience too.

   Seraing lost his strength, and collapsed on Jibran for a couple of moments, still jerking over him a few times. Jibran wouldn’t be able to keep him up either. He felt so relaxed; he couldn’t even move his arms or head. His ears rang quietly, and there was still not enough are. He closed his eyes for a moment, and felt like he could fall asleep right away, while Seraing was still on top, still filling him down there and covering him with his heaviness.

   Yet, he had to look up, when Seraing pushed up himself aside, rolling over next to Jibran on the narrow bed.

   There was a smacking sound when he left his body, and this was a very unpleasant feeling. Jibran suddenly felt empty, and Seraing’s sperm was dripping out of him. Seraing’s and his own pleasure didn’t make him warm anymore, so he started to feel cold in his sweaty body. When he moved his legs to close them, not only his hip joint screamed, but his hole too. He unintentionally hissed loudly.

   Seraing, still panting, wrapped his arm around him, and started to tug out the quilt from below them to cover them up.

 “Sorry. Did I make you hurt?”

His tone carried a hint of unfamiliar satisfaction that made Jibran shiver again.

 “Mnh… it will be better…” He mumbled, and carefully turned to his side, placing his legs in a scissors-position to save his asshole from aching. He faced the ex-Judge, but closed his eyes. “What about… dinner…”

   Seraing managed to completely dig out the quilt, and now both of them were covered, lying on their sides, close to each other. So close, that Jibran felt his warmness on him. Their breaths started to calm down, and his orgasm faded slowly, but it didn’t disappear completely. Or was he just that happy?

 “Do you want me to bring something for you?”

Jibran immediately clenched his hand around Seraing’s wrist in their hug.

 “You can’t leave my room.” He said confidently, still closing his eyes.

 “Oh, really? Am I a prisoner now?”

 “Yes. I will tie you to my bed if you don’t obey.”

 “Then I’ll go right away…” He started to get up, until Jibran looked at him, growling in dissatisfaction, and he jerked Seraing back to his place.

 “What are you doing?”

 “You said, you’re going to tie me down if I don’t behave, so I’ll start misbehaving,” Seraing explained this so casually, as if they were talking about the weather. But he put the idea into Jibran’s head – he wasn’t being serious before, but now he suddenly swallowed, thinking about that tying-thing.

He decided to make it into reality, however…

   As soon, as he moved, his body reminded him that his first-ever sexual experience was not going to fade so fast, and his body cramped up by pain, radiating from his entrance. He squeaked, and fell back to the bed. He was throbbing there so hard; it even made him feel like he had to go to the toilet.

 “I… I don’t think I can tie you up now.” He whimpered, but by that time, Seraing was already leaning above him, caressing his face and arm.

 “I’m sorry, sunshine. Try to rest. You can tie me up later, whenever you feel like it.”

 “Such a gentleman,” Jibran said in a shaky voice, closing his eyes again. “Next time you prepare me better.”

 “I wanted to…”

 “Then why didn’t you do it?”

 “… Because you provoked me.”

   Suddenly the memory of that moment came back to Jibran, and he felt guilt once again. He swallowed, not looking at his boyfriend.

 “So… this way, you can’t hold back? If I provoke you this way…”

 “I have my own triggers.” Seraing said quietly. “I can lend you some other ones… Please, don’t use this against me again.”

   Maybe Jibran just imagined, but he thought, he was hearing pain in his voice. He felt even worse now.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He said; his voice also broke. But his answer was just a kiss on his temple, and Seraing laid back on his side, pulling him to his embrace.

 “I know. Let’s have a rest now, Jibran.”

   His tone was just as gentle as always. Jibran’s chest was never this light, and now he was in this very secure place, mentally, emotionally and physically too. After so many events on this day, he was so tired, that he couldn’t help but just fell asleep beside him.

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