Seraing was obedient; he went inside as Jibran ordered, and after the doctor shut the door and turned on the light in the vehicle, Seraing started to undress. He did this before once, but Jibran was quite impatient that day – it looked like he wanted to give another chance to a strip. So, moving slowly, revealing his own skin while staring at his partner, Seraing got rid of his undershirt, then his pants, then his underwear. Seeing the satisfied grin and burning fire in the depth of Jibran’s gaze already made him swollen by the time he finished, with his erection raising towards his beloved.

   He sat on his heels, while Jibran sat in front of him, elbowing on his own knee with a deep stare, seemingly unable to draw his gaze back to Seraing’s face. This gave him a set of goosebumps too.

   After a few moments of enjoying the scenery, the doctor helped him, as Seraing wished. Originally, all the straps behind him came from the roof, so they only needed to untie the tangled belts and choose one. They got a strong and wide one that the blond man began to pull out from the others. He led it a few steps away from the walls, as to give him space behind Seraing – then, staying there, he ordered Seraing to raise his hands.

   Seraing stood on his knees. In fact, he was barely reaching the floor with them, so he hung a bit too tight, unable to secure himself in one place. His thighs spread widely to find a position where he was comfortable enough.

 “Can you… bring our pillows here? This pose will mess up my knees if I stay like this for too long.” Seraing asked, talking just as raspily as Jibran before.

 “Hmh… I guess this car is still not the best-suited place for playing this game, huh?” Jibran sighed behind him. Then, he went to the other compartment, where they just folded up their bedding. Coming back with the two pillows, Seraing saw his frowning face. “But I don’t know a better option. Damn, I already miss this opportunity from us, when we have to go back to the base. I have to do as many dissections on you as I can.”

   Seraing softly laughed, looking up, while Jibran tucked the pillows under his knees. The belt was tied in a perfect knot – Seraing wouldn’t expect Jibran to know such knotting techniques too. This silly doctor was still full of surprises. It was wrapped around his forearms, keeping his wrists in a solid place, so he was not hanging on his joints – it didn’t cause him pain at all. It wasn’t too tight either to make his fingers go numb. But there was not enough space to move his hands; he definitely couldn’t break free from this tie.

He cleared his throat.

 “I guess, our only chance to have a better place than this is if we move out from the Institute, have a home, and build a sex-chamber for ourselves.” He said it nonchalantly. If it wasn’t for Jibran, who was like-minded, he probably would never be able to say this out loud. Wishing to have a house and such a room in it… or just talk about sex in general with someone like the Colonel or the Admiral… it would be a hard no.

   Jibran stopped in his movements and looked straight into his eyes. Seraing felt his face getting hotter. This only made the doctor more excited, and he pushed his glasses up – most likely hiding his own embarrassment.

 “It’s not a bad idea.” He said with a low voice, slowly licking his lips, and his eyes wandered down on Seraing stretching body. That look caused Seraing’s muscles to cramp up, and his penis jerked once, sending light shivers all over his body. “Living somewhere close to the Institute but in a small house… no one would bother us.”

   While he was speaking, his fingers began to work. His fingertips left a trail of hotness on Seraing’s abs, as they caressed them like when a butterfly’s legs touch a petal of a flower. It was tickling but also made every single fine hair stand up on his spine and side. Seraing bit on a moan. He gritted his teeth together, and poured his frustration and tenseness into his fists, feeling the tiny but sharp pain, when his nails dug into his palms. 

   Those sneaky fingers slid upwards, downwards, on his sides, and then drew circles around his belly button. Seraing gasped for air, jerking back again. He felt his crotch flushing with hotness, and right after he saw the wide grin on Jibran’s face. His expression started to look a bit crazy. He circled that part once more, and Seraing’s lower abdomen twitched again. His heart and manhood were throbbing faster with every circle, making him almost painfully hard. He swallowed a lot, clenching his fists to keep himself calm, and closed his eyes a few times, because seeing what Jibran did to him was already enough to come.

   Jibran was proud of himself, he could tell just by his movements, which had become more daring. Next, he tortured Seraing’s nipples, pinching them, grabbing them, stroking them and crumbling them. After every single movement, Seraing’s heart jumped. His body instinctively reacted again and again; he was unable to hold back, as he was fighting with his own voice.

   Yet, he hissed, when that cheeky index finger circled around the base of his member. His mind went blank, his vision blurred, only letting him see himself painfully reaching towards that hand, dripping from its tip. Then, seeing the fingers disappearing below his pulsing manhood, Seraing almost forgot everything he was fighting for: Jibran gently drew a line on the bottom, starting from the base, coming up to the head, and stopping at his red, shiny, wet tip.

   Like electricity, pleasure zigzagged through his popped-up veins, then the feeling got washed away with a hot wave. His head fell down, as he bit on his lower lip. He wanted to curl up and thrust towards that finger. He felt his own juice falling onto his spread-out legs.

   Jibran became even more emboldened. Suddenly, a thumb pressed on his glands; then right on the small opening and almost forcibly massaged him there, making the sticky fluid go around his head. Seraing jerked every time he made a circle – it was especially delicate at the lower side. He growled; he couldn’t keep his voice in, no matter how hard he clenched his jaws. The air seemed to be tightened and heated up. His arms uncontrollably moved, trying to get out of the knot. He wanted to touch himself, however, he also didn’t.

   Jibran took his hand back. Seraing’s temple tickled, as a single sweat-drop flowed down on his face. He was inevitably shivering already and his stretching body started to ache lightly. He waited for the next torture, but it didn’t come. The doctor didn’t approach him again. Seraing unwillingly tried to calm his loud panting to hear him, but he couldn’t. So he looked up dazedly.

   His beloved knelt right in front of him, didn’t go anywhere. He once again observed him attentively; now there was a serious frown between his eyebrows.

 “You’re already oversensitive. I can’t use that mucus like this.” He murmured to himself but he was close enough for Seraing to hear. He never stopped Jibran in anything he wanted to do with him and already gave his permission but at this moment… Jibran was right. Seraing already felt every single movement around him, without even Jibran’s touch. Deep inside, he got a bit frightened if he could endure that mucus.

He closed his eyes tightly.

 “Use it, sunshine.”

   If Jibran was just talking to himself, or he wanted to manipulate Seraing into agreeing on it, he wasn’t sure about it. But he didn’t want to go back on his words. And his partner was very persistent when it came to enforcing his will on others. Seraing couldn’t say no for long anyway.

 “… No. It’s nice that you’re playing pushover again, but you wouldn’t last long like that… Hell, I don’t think I would be able to last too long. So I’m not forcing you.”

   Seraing breathed out a laugh and looked up again, right into the azure eyes that were glaring with pleasure.

 “Very attentive… sunshine.” He panted. “See, it is… not hard to read someone. I agree. You… wouldn’t last… you haven’t had your pleasure since yesterday. And you made me… too hard with your little play. But we can have more rounds. I think… I think it would be better if you would undress, and masturbate first.”

Jibran swallowed hard, staring at him unblinkingly.

 “Do you want to watch me doing it?”

   Seraing’s breath started to calm down, but hearing this, his heart and manhood jumped. Faint pictures appeared in his mind; all of his fantasies about Jibran, in which he imagined his beloved pleasing himself – he had various versions of this, and he had favourite ones. But the Jibran in front of him was real, and the opportunity was just too luring.

 “I’m pretty much on my edge already.” He admitted weakly, tilting his head to his burning arm. “The idea is very exciting… But if you do it for me, I think I’ll come too.”

 “Then look at me.”

   Like as if his head was pulled on a wire, Seraing looked. Jibran was standing on his knees, his face bright red in the white light… He started to strip for Seraing.

He was clearly nervous though. Of course, he began to talk.

 “How did you know?”

   Seraing still throbbed very hard; his mind wasn’t too fast catching on to his beloved’s thought process, seeing his fingers pulling out his white lab coat.

 “Know what?” He asked back raspily, watching every shy move he made. In fact, seeing this kind of strip awoken his softness for Jibran; the hot flames and raw lust turned into a warm wish to just caress this lovely person, hug and kiss him until he doesn’t feel embarrassed anymore.

 “People are usually calling me weird… when I’m talking about dissecting things. Or say, there is something wrong with me. Only Lu Feng knows, but even he teases me with it.” Jibran’s fingers were shaking. The coat flew somewhere; he was now fighting with his shirt. He had a bit of a hard time to withdraw his right hand – he fell out of the slow, seducing momentum, while he tried to make it right. Seraing wanted to help him, his arms twitched, but the tie was still strong. Instead, he scraped together his thoughts, trying to satisfy Jibran’s curiosity – or to just distract him from his mistake.

 “Dissection means… that people take apart something to study the internal parts closer and understand the whole thing better. So you just… want to study me. I’ve never taken it literally.”

 “Smartass. Tsk. You really know everything about me, huh?” Jibran finally threw away his shirt, his face pink, his eyes shiny. He took down his glasses as well, putting them aside. Seraing liked it – this gave a slightly better view of his azure eyes. “What would you do if I meant literal dissection?”

 “Then…” Seraing licked his dry lips – he was steaming out all the moisture from his body, it was covered with sweat all over already. “Don’t we have a regeneration extract?”

   Jibran stopped untying his belt and looked at him. Seraing licked his lips again, couldn’t completely focus on the topic. He wanted to kiss this silly doctor so much. His blood was boiling in dissatisfaction that he couldn’t.

 “Sometimes your carelessness is really annoying. But somehow it makes me love you even more. Isn’t that strange?”

Seraing’s lips curled into a smile, and he shivered at Jibran’s teasing confession.

 “Good. I’ll keep it coming then. I have to… make sure you’ll love me forever.”

 “Cheesy. Such a sweetheart.”

 “But not too… sweet for your liking, right?”

 “I can make it work. We have insulin too.”

Jibran calmed down, while they were speaking, and his pants were coming off much easier. 

   The doctor was the most beautiful being in Seraing’s eyes. Perhaps, he was biased. He didn’t care. He liked his little belly; he liked all the shading differences on his skin; he liked the almost translucent hair that was covering his arms and legs and nowhere else. He liked his penis too. Jibran was slightly smaller in length and girth… but as he confessed earlier, it was perfect for Seraing. He just looked at it now, how erected it was, and red at the tip, dripping from it too like him, even before Jibran clenched his fist around it and started to move his fingers up and down, up and down, increasing the pace gradually.

   Seraing couldn’t look away. The dissatisfaction over his own tied hands was growing inside his stomach; he was painfully neglected, he wanted touches, and wanted to touch so badly, that he almost felt his fingers itching. His patience and calmness were dispersing into the steamed, hot air around them, and he couldn’t care less about keeping anything back.

   Reality was much more exciting and beautiful than any of his imagination. Jibran didn’t look at him now, maybe he was still shy. His body was shaking slightly, but he twitched a lot, especially when looked up at Seraing. His azure eyes misted and darkened, his skin started to grow a layer of sweat as well… he blushed too. Seraing unwillingly followed his movements with his hip to ease the tension in his own crotch. The pulsating sensation emitted through his whole body.

   The doctor stopped. Seraing was slow to realise it, he only understood it when Jibran leaned forward, grabbing on his own knees. The younger man needed a couple of seconds to raise his eyes. Then, looking at his face he noticed that Jibran was biting his lips.

 “Fuck…” He said as well, staring back at him. “Fuck…”

 “Wh… what’s… what’s wrong, sunshine?” Seraing didn’t see any reason for Jibran to stop; he even seemed more comfortable at the last movements he made.

 “I want to fuck you.” He said; he was hoarse and raw with his words. “But… but I want you inside me too. Fucking hell, Seraing, what should I do?”

 “Until you… find an extract that will allow you to clone me… you have to settle for choosing this or the other. I’m afraid… I can’t satisfy you from both sides at the same time.”

 “Yeah, I’m really disappointed in you.” Jibran’s sarcasm awakened for a moment before he crawled closer to Seraing. “How dare you… What do you want more?”

   Seraing swallowed. He felt Jibran’s heat, felt his scent and heard his breathing from very close. He wanted to kiss, he wanted to touch, he wanted anything that let him be close to this person. But he also knew what he really meant. So Seraing looked deeply into his eyes.

 “You said you want to penetrate me. Then do it. You already have an idea of how I like to have sex when you’re the receiver. Aren’t you dissecting me now? Then you should aim for the information you don’t know about me yet.”

This time Jibran licked his lips.

 “What if I’m not sure how you like sex with me when I’m the bottom?” He asked, and Seraing blinked a few times.

 “You don’t?” He asked back, uncertainly if Jibran was just joking or not. The doctor seemed embarrassed all of a sudden, he looked down. “Do you want to know my favourite pose?”

Jibran bit on his lower lip.

 “… No. I want to find it myself. This way I can just ask you to have sex with me multiple times a day until I understand.”

   Seraing laughed quietly. He knew Jibran would like to have sex with him for more reasons than just this one, but at least he didn’t try to deny it anymore.

 “I should’ve known… You’re a scientist… you like to discover stuff by yourself, huh? Is that… giving more satisfaction to you?”

 “Correct, sweetheart. You offered yourself to me for dissection, so I will do that. From drawing your blood to torturing you until you lose your mind. Actually, this is also something I wanted to test a long time ago. It was being said, that a good sex can make a person go dumb. Maybe I should reduce your braincells a little bit, you know too much anyway.”

   Seraing already understood, that Jibran tried to drag the time, this is why he was just sitting in front of him talking… but he wasn’t sure, what exactly was the most satisfying for his doctor in doing so. He still couldn’t think clearly, although his penis didn’t pulsate that strongly anymore. Then…

   A lot of things ran through Seraing’s mind about what Jibran could do next when he got bored with the teasing, or maybe to prolong their time even more… but he didn’t expect him to get up and leave.

   Of course, he didn’t go too far. When he came back with a wide, nasty grin on his face and showed Seraing the two objects he was holding, he trembled.

 “What do you want to do with that?”

 “So, for now, I decided to take your advice, and not rush things. This is the first time that we do this kind of foreplay, so I will not go hard on you with weapons and such.” He sounded like he was being generous. “That is for the next tying up. Now, I want to penetrate you indeed. I’ll prepare you, and of course, you need the lube. But don’t be rude to Sera Jr. What do you mean “that”?”

 “I think he will be ruder to me.”

 “But you like bullies, right?”

 “I didn’t say I like them… I just forgive them.”

 “I apologise then.”

   Seraing sensed a long-time-coming mockery when he heard that word, which was prohibited for him to use when he was with Jibran. The doctor was overly sensitive about it for some reason but it seemed like he started to work on the trauma that Seraing caused him with it.

   Since Seraing wasn’t able to answer right away, Jibran left him again – at least his field of vision. The blond man went around him; now kneeling behind Seraing’s stretched body. He felt numb in his arms and started to feel his own heaviness in his shoulders, but the pain wasn’t too much. The anticipation erased every uncomfortable feeling from his attention right after they occurred to him. Jibran’s presence behind him seemed much more interesting.

   A light touch fell on his spine. His breath got stuck in his throat. That gentle finger started its journey downwards, just like it did on his chest and sides. When he reached his tailbone, Seraing was ready not to clench his muscles in his lower parts, and let him go into the valley between the two buttocks.

   Yet, he wasn’t mentally prepared, as the cold fingers found their way slightly more forward, right behind Seraing’s testicles. He squeaked and jerked, as Jibran began to massage him. His legs went weak, and he never felt such an intense sensation before.

 “I’ve already learned some new info about you.” Jibran leaned to Seraing’s ear, not touching him anywhere else, but down there, moving his fingers back and forth – and even touching his entrance “accidentally”. “I know one of your turn-ons now. You like to see me masturbating.”

   Seraing quietly growled, and closed his eyes, so he could pay more attention to the feeling itself. His legs spread out instinctively, and his hip moved with him shakily. He couldn’t really answer, but he couldn’t deny it either. So, he just nodded and hummed. Jibran’s hand started to massage him faster, reaching for his opening a lot more, pressing on the gaping muscles. Yet, he wasn’t fingering him, no matter how much Seraing’s body was ready.

 “I see you’re enjoying this point. Me too. I found it when I used Sera Jr for the first time. Do you want to know, how it went?” The quiet dinginess was very seducing by itself. Seraing felt his skin getting damper in his curves, and he started to drip again. Jibran didn’t wait for his answer. “It was an accident. I wanted to slide him in, but I missed. I put too much lube on me and Sera Jr’s head slipped a bit forward. I never knew that there is an erogenous zone behind my balls. I started to arouse myself there… and I came under a minute. It was very intense. How do you like it?”

   Seraing was hanging on his last straw. He tried to focus his attention on Jibran, instead of the urge to thrust… but his beloved’s words weren’t helping him calm down at all. Imagining the surprise on his red face, while he was playing with himself was simply too attractive. He wanted to see it in real life as well.

 “Ih… I like iht.” He grunted, unable to form longer sentences while gasping for air.

 “Tsk… but it is more than a minute now. Are you not holding back, right?”

   Seraing violently trembled, when those fingers suddenly pressed him very hard. His thumb was closer to his entrance, and finally also invaded him a bit deeper… but still not deep enough. Seraing unwillingly pushed himself towards him.

 “I… I might.” He pressed out between his teeth. Then, when he thought his brain didn’t work anymore… finally he understood Jibran’s intentions when he heard the deep sigh behind him. “Youh… you want me… to lose composure?”

And to his greatest regret – Jibran withdrew his hand.

 “What did you think?” He sounded a bit angry and maybe disappointed. Seraing opened his eyes and tried to look back, but of course, he couldn’t. “Still not enough to break your will, huh? God fucking damn it, sweetheart, just how much mental strength do you have? I thought this would work… I have to find another one then. Or should I still try Sera Jr’s vibrator function on you?”

   Seraing closed his eyes again. Jibran was sulking a little bit, but Seraing heard from his voice, that he wasn’t seriously offended; he already started to think about a solution. Seraing didn’t do this on purpose to sabotage his partner’s study… but he was thinking if he even had the weak point that Jibran was looking for. He wasn’t that clear-minded at the moment, he couldn’t think of any.

 “Or maybe a different posture… Or could that be related to me again? You’re quite an emotional person, deep inside. But what could I do…”

Jibran wasn’t talking to him, he was just thinking out loud, but Seraing cleared his throat. He reached his limits.

 “Jibran… Just fuck me. Please, I’m begging you.”

   It burnt his throat saying this way. Seraing felt it was disrespectful to swear, even if he didn’t mind others doing it. He only did it in his safe place. It helped him to calm down. Now… he was insanely close to his edge, but he didn’t want to come without his partner touching him, at least. Even if it was just a second-long moment… His body was shaking by the lust he felt. It was almost painful, how much he wanted to feel Jibran already.

 “You…” Jibran’s voice was also trembling much more and sounded a lot weaker. “I’ve never… you really… oh fuck…”

   It seemed that Seraing’s inability to form coherent sentences infected the doctor. But right after, Seraing felt two hasty hands on his sides, hugging from behind; one of them went straight for Seraing’s manhood, and the other one lifted his balls and squeezed them. Jibran was visibly much more confident now with his moves – no, not even… he was dominant and impatient. Seraing loudly growled, but his breath stopped in the next second when Jibran pressed himself to him. He felt the stone-hard erection wormed between his buttocks as if it was looking for a comfortable cave to rest in. Jibran was so wet, that Seraing thought he just came.

 “I love it when you talk dirty.”

   Seraing might have never heard his voice so deep and manly as in this moment; it made him shiver to his core and moan weakly.

   But… he was still not prepared. Seraing poured every last bit of his strength to keep it together, don’t make harsh moves, don’t react too intensely, but his whole body was trembling wildly by this exertion.

   He didn’t need to ask the blond man, he knew what to do, but it seemed like he was really trying to squeeze out every single drop of Seraing’s patience and self-control before he gave in to his plea. At last, he didn’t use Sera Jr. One of his hands disappeared for a few seconds; Seraing heard a lid coming down of the lube’s jar. Then, finally… the abundantly moisturised fingers started to stretch him.

   He hissed. He would lie, if he said, it didn’t hurt at all. Jibran was once again too quick. Seraing didn’t blame him; he felt how much his beloved was shaking, presumably for the same reason as Seraing – and the doctor never practised self-control.

   Back in the day, Seraing thought, the greatest enemy of his restraint was the mass-killing. Or killing children. But now, right in this moment, he felt like there was a competent that easily knocked down these two reasons for losing his mind – not ejaculating during continuous arousal. All of the muscles in his body ached and burned by the tension; he clenched his fists, and his jaw, causing pain in his joints and teeth, and he tried to drive his frustration away by letting himself grunt more. Every single second felt like an hour, especially when Jibran’s fingers – multiple ones already – touched his sweet spot.

   It was a long time ago, since he was touched like this and the two experiences couldn’t even be compared. He also didn’t remember his body adjusting so fast to the fingers; it almost made him beg again for the penetration already – or he was just as aroused, that he couldn’t even feel pain anymore. He didn’t know and couldn’t care.

   Jibran read him very well. He didn’t have to beg. After some excruciatingly long moments, the doctor pulled out his fingers and pressed his erected member to Seraing’s entrance. Seraing thought, he will stop – no, he was almost annoyed by the possibility that Jibran would wait for him to get used to it… But he was wrong, and these ideas halted in his head soon.

   His partner went straight in. Seraing forgot to breathe. It was so much better than he remembered or thought it would be. The only thing he was able to feel was this fulfilling – sensation. Jibran stretched his walls, indeed, but he was sliding so easily as if this was not his first time. He fit into him perfectly. Seraing couldn’t keep his voice low and hungrily moved towards him, wanting him to thrust, or even go deeper.

   Nothing else existed for him, just this feeling; just the movements of their hips gradually speeding up, the clapping noises their bodies made when their sweaty, sticky skin bumped on each other – and as his beloved was slipping out and back with the good amount of lubricant. Seraing felt it flowing down on the sensitive inside parts of his thighs, dripping as if it was Jibran’s seed.

   His doctor pressed his forehead onto Seraing’s nape, he heard his increasing and deepening growls and moans right beside his ear; his still sticky fingers dug into his sides so hard that he felt pain, but that pain only elevated his pleasure. The heavy breaths were in sync with his fast thrusts, and this was even more bone-splitting than his hard manhood inside.

   Seraing lost. He couldn’t keep himself together. It was more so Jibran’s enjoyment that pushed him to let his composure fall… His body ached for it. Every single cell in it burned with lust, his muscles cramped into a solid lump, and his own erection wildly jerked, following the heavy and intense rhythm that Jibran dictated.

   It was unimaginable. He reached his peak, and he felt it in his entire body. Every single portion of him screamed with hot pulses that originated from his crotch; it was just as fast as their movements. He twitched so hard that his tied-up hands just pulled him higher. He felt his semen leaving his body, but the more important sensation was the penis stuck inside him. His walls trapped it so tightly that Jibran couldn’t move.

   It was unbearable. It was long. Seraing didn’t know how much time passed in this state, but he closed his eyes, and everything dulled for him. His hearing muffled and slightly rang; all of his limbs went numb… the strong throbbing fainted, and he felt like he was going to fall into a dream – or just lose consciousness.

   Seraing’s entire body limped, and he was hanging with his head down, unable to do any movements. His senses were turned off; he didn’t even know where Jibran was for a little while until he felt his body leaning on him.

That was the moment when he slowly began regaining his sanity.

   He was completely powerless. When his slowed brain process concluded that Jibran had ejaculated in him, he tried to move, but his body didn’t respond. He felt extremely tired, but at the same time, so satisfied that he only wanted to sleep. Then he heard Jibran’s panting that fanned his jawline. Then, he realised, that the doctor was leaning on him in the same manner: completely out of strength. His penis fell out of Seraing, probably a while ago by now.

   Their breath started to calm down together. Seraing’s shoulder pained now, and that pleasureful pulsation disappeared. His joints were still throbbing. His fists felt like millions of ants were running or biting into them. His knees were also hurting a little. The two pillows slipped from below his legs. His mouth was so dry, he couldn’t even swallow. Hence his voice seemed hurtful and raspy too.

 “Are… are you okay… sunshine?”

Jibran flinched; it seemed like he was half-asleep already. Or maybe he did fall asleep on him.

 “Mnn…” He mumbled weakly. “I can’t… can’t move…”

Seraing’s mind didn’t work just yet. His eyes shut down.

“Let’s untie me…” He murmured quietly. “So then we… can sleep.”

   Jibran quietly moaned, then slowly got up from his position; from the jerks and pulls around his elbow Seraing knew he started to untie the belt.

   Seraing’s hands fell off, and he collapsed into a sitting position. His legs folded under him without any indication of the willingness to move. His head was also very heavy, but he regained that much energy to keep it up. He slightly turned in backwards. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Sera Jr on the floor with the lubricant jar. Sera Jr wasn’t used in the end.

Jibran knelt behind him.

 “Come… I will do our beds…”

 “Sunshine…” Seraing looked at him. Jibran’s face made him silent for a moment. His skin was still somewhat red and shiny from sweat, but his expression was calm and the glow in his azure eyes was totally different from his usual orgasms. Seraing got lost looking into them. “I… I don’t think I can walk. Or move at all.”

Jibran’s satisfied face was wrinkling a bit, and the doctor looked down.

 “Are you in pain?” He asked silently, coming closer, and sitting down on his side. “Do you need medical attention? I’m sorry, I wasn’t good with the preparation.”

Seraing closed his eyes again and shook his head.

 “No. You were too good. This is why I can’t stand. You have to help me to get to the bed.”

Jibran seemed hesitant, but after a few moments of contemplation, he answered.

 “Alright, I will do it. But hold on, I make our beds first.”

   So this is how it happened. Seraing stayed in one place. Apart from the tiredness, he felt wonderful. He noticed Jibran’s semen dripping out of him, his own scattered all around him; maybe he felt just a little bit uncomfortable, but the satisfaction was greater.

   Jibran made their bed and came back. He stood above him for a while, before he turned his back to Seraing, and crouched down.

 “I can’t take you in my arms… But I will try to lift you on my back.”

   Seraing didn’t plan to ask the doctor to do this – he only meant some help to go to their resting space. But, since it was offered to him, and he was curious, he went with the plan. He leaned forward, and softly rested on the sticky, warm back, clenching his arms around Jibran’s neck. The doctor reached for Seraing’s thighs to pull them forward, and hold them around his waist, then attempted to stand up.

   The younger man felt more awake from this. Jibran clearly suffered under him, but didn’t complain. His movements were shaky, but he stood up in the end. Curling down a bit, but still carried Seraing to the beds.

   His beloved dropped him on the quilt. It wasn’t very pleasant, especially that he lost his own balance as well, and fell on Seraing. For a moment, the air stuck in his lungs, but he wrapped his arms around the doctor even in this position.

“S-sorry… I’m sorry… my leg just…”

   As Jibran was about to turn to his stomach on Seraing, he went for his mouth to make him quiet with a kiss. Then, while their tongues gently merged, Seraing pulled the doctor to his side, and laid down with him comfortably, still hugging him.

   Their kiss lasted for a couple of minutes before they ran out of oxygen. Then, they just pressed their forehead to each other, closing their eyes, caressing each other in the silent car.

 “Seraing…”

 “Hm?”

 “Do you know my favourite posture?”

 “Yes, I know.”

 “Tsk… what is it then?”

 “When I’m behind you, and you’re on your all fours.”

 “… I hate you.”

Seraing laughed, not even flinching.

 “My love, I am the one who has sex with you every single day. I can feel it when you’re enjoying it more. I would’ve found out, even if I wasn’t a Judge once.”

 “Okay… but I still hate you,” Jibran murmured, then he found his favourite place: he hid his face in Seraing’s neck. “I… liked this one today… But I still like you in me more. Just a little bit.”

 “I’m glad because I also like to be in you just a little more.” Seraing confessed. “But I don’t mind if you dominate me sometimes. You still have to find out my favourite postures, after all. And my most perverted fantasy.”

Jibran sighed; the sound seemed annoyed.

 “I’ve learned something new today, now you say, there is much more to learn huh? I want to start studying non-verbal communication tomorrow. And cooking.”

 “Cooking?”

 “… I can’t even make a breakfast, Seraing. You can’t bring me home like this. If someone finds out, you’re the one doing everything in this relationship, I’ll break up with you.”

 “I understood. Then I will wake you up earlier.”

 “Earlier, why earlier?”

 “Because we can’t have breakfast at 11 am. You probably have to try more than once how to make one, so that will take some time.”

 “… How much earlier than usual?”

 “Well, I assume you want to have sex before as well, then we need to wash ourselves before making food, so I guess at dawn.”

Jibran pinched Seraing’s side, making him jerk his entire body.

 “I liked to watch the sunrise with you, but I don’t want to do it every day.”

 “We’re not going to watch the sunrise, we’ll not have enough time for that.”

 “Seraiiiiiiiing…” He stretched out his name whining. Seraing giggled and just hugged him stronger.

 “Not that early then.” He said in an attempt to make it up for his lovely person. “But around sunrise. So, sleep, sunshine. You’ll be working hard from now on.”

   Jibran still complained for a couple of moments, but then perhaps realised how tired he was – they had indeed been awake since dawn and had a lot of discoveries today. It didn’t take long for the doctor to fall asleep.

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