"Will you lie down next to me?"
Slowly, a bit unsure, I lie down on my side.
Then Blue turns toward me and lies along my body, his hand moving shyly over my ribs, down to my hip, and finally to my crotch. The sensation is, again, thrilling. His touch makes me almost feel drunk.
And it nearly knocks the breath out of me when his small hand wraps around my shaft.
"It’s so thick and hot," Blue murmurs.
"Yeah, it’s full of blood."
Blue rolls his eyes. "Really? I had no idea."
"It’s because of you. That’s what you do to me."
His eyes move over my face.
"I could also help relieve its tension," he murmurs suggestively.
We’re still lying on our sides, pressed close together, his hand moving slowly up and down my cock.
"Yeah… that would be very much appreciated," I whisper dreamily.
At the same time, I lean down to kiss him. His lips are so red, wet, slightly swollen, like they’re begging for it.
"Blue… I want to know," I murmur into his mouth. "The balcony, on the gala night… if I tried to kiss you, would you have allowed it?"
He also whispers into my mouth, "Yeah, I was… in the right mood."
And now we kiss deeply, tongues sliding, pressing, sucking on each other’s lower lips, and at the same time he keeps touching me, and it feels incredible. His touch is simply better than anything I’ve done to myself in years, the softness, the teasing lightness of it sending electric shivers through my body, everything gathering at the tip of my penis, building like a tight knot of pleasure ready to burst.
Finally, I exhale and pull back, breaking the kiss, and at the same moment Blue speeds up his hand for a few seconds, and I feel the release coming, relief and pleasure crashing through me as my cum spills out, splattering across his stomach.
"Fuck…" I murmur, because it feels unreal, like something inside me just unraveled, loosened, opened.
Blue’s eyes, bright like sapphires, watch me as I tremble through it.
After a moment, I close my eyes briefly, letting my pulse settle, and when I open them again, I’m in that warm, pleasant afterglow.
We look at each other for a while.
"That was fucking amazing," I say.
"What you did was fucking amazing too," Blue replies, a seriousness appearing on his face.
"So are we… the trial boyfriends for real?" The question slips out, maybe a bit inappropriate for the moment. "Because I want you to be… exclusively mine."
Blue doesn’t hesitate. "Looks like it, even if not openly."
I narrow my eyes with a smirk. "But I thought you were myhusband."
Blue blinks, then unexpectedly chuckles.
"Well… that’s true. We do technically have a marriage contract."
"There’s nothing stopping us from treating it as real."
There’s a moment of silence, then I add more seriously.
