Se connecterMy arms rest on his shoulders, his hands on my back pulling me against him, and his face now buried in my neck, smelling and sucking me, marking me… We’re both at our limit… He says in a somewhat desperate, low voice as he thrusts deep inside me: “Liak, I love you.” That hits me hard. I’m really surprised. He groans deeply and I know he’s released. He squeezes my ass, pushing even deeper, and I feel my hot spurts as I surrender to the orgasm. I lift his face from my neck and we kiss deeply. We’re calming down when we look deeply into each other’s eyes. Then he says, a bit shyly: “Don’t feel obligated to say it back.” I even bite back a smile at how adorable he looks right now. I run my hand through my hair, trying to push it out of my face, and say: “I just really wasn’t expecting that.” He keeps looking at me and I open up completely to him now because he deserves it: “No one has ever said that to me before. I don’t really know how to react.” He looks at me
I get closer and he grabs my waist, pulling me toward him in a way that leaves me breathless for a few seconds. I missed him so much that even the smell of his perfume makes me close my eyes for a moment. He raises his hands to my face, holding it on both sides, and says with that sorrow in his eyes: "I missed you so much." That’s enough for me to close my eyes and feel his lips on mine. We kiss with desire and need as he shrugs off his jacket. We take a few steps back and he sits on the sofa. I sit on his lap and we keep kissing while our nervous hands roam over every part of our bodies, as if we’d lose each other if we didn’t. Longing, lust, and desire consume us now. Then he gently pulls my face away with his hands and looks me in the eyes, saying: "I talked to Lacey about us. That I want you and that we’re going to be together." That really catches me off guard. I admit that for a second I thought this might just be a relapse, but I see that it’s not, and my face lig
She now looks genuinely surprised and just says: “Oh.” Then she stammers: “You… him… you two…” I say, feeling awkward talking about this with her — it’s all new to me too: “We haven’t exactly decided this. It’s something new for me.” She stands up slowly, looks around a bit disoriented, then takes another deep breath, runs her hand through her hair, and says: “Are you really sure about this?” I nod: “Yes, I am.” She sighs and then says: “Okay.” She doesn’t look well, but there’s not much I can do right now. She thinks for a moment, puts her hands on her waist (she always does that when she’s defensive), but then says: “Look, this doesn’t change anything between us. I’ll always be here and you can count on me, especially regarding your mom.” “I appreciate that.” She then says: “Just give me some time to process this.” I reply: “Of course.” She tries to smile without much success. I see her eyes watering. She wipes her face before the tear falls and
I’m back from the mission and, before even going home, I head to my mom’s town. It’s been days since I’ve had much news about her and her health, and right now that’s one of the things I most want to know. Besides, I don’t want to go home and find everything there as empty as it has been since Liak left. I find her in the backyard working in the garden, and I like seeing that proof that she’s feeling well. “Hi, Mom.” She turns around and her happy smile when she sees me standing there instantly makes my day a hundred percent better. She stands up, comes over, and gives me a tight hug, saying: “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?” I hug her back and reply: “I wanted to surprise you.” ... I was so tired that my body insisted I sleep for a while before doing anything else. So that’s what I did. I wake up and realize I slept for several hours straight. It’s already around four in the afternoon. I take a shower and smell cake and cappuccino throughout the house.
He then walks toward us, still holding eye contact with me. I look away and go back to talking with Angeline. However, he sits on one of the stools right behind her and orders a drink from the bartender. I must have imagined things he probably just needed a refill. I feel somewhat relieved and continue paying attention to what Angeline is excitedly telling me, but my eyes betray me every now and then, watching him bring the glass to his mouth and take a sip. He turns around, looks at me, and holds the gaze for a few seconds. His eyes are an intense dark green, and I can’t look away. He stands up, approaches us, and says: “Good evening.” Looking at both of us, he stares straight into my eyes and says: “How are you, Kyle?” I’m surprised he knows my name. He smiles at the corner of his mouth when he notices my reaction. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine. Angeline says, smiling but looking a bit awkward now: “Wow, I swear I didn’t mean to interrupt your date.” He turns to her, a
Connor assured me they would take good care of him and keep him safe from any danger, which gives me some comfort. But not enough to make me feel okay here. After the shower, I go to his room, sit on his bed, and run my hands over my face. I really like him more than I thought I did but as he said himself, I’m not ready to tell the world about it. I never thought I would feel this way about a man, and I admit it still scares me. The week drags by between trips to the local pub at night because I don’t want to be alone at home watching TV. I finally call Connor in the afternoon. “About the mission in Alberta, do you still need me?” He replies: “You know you’re one of the best, Hunter. We always need you.” Then he continues: “Are you really okay to do this right now?” Maybe he was one of the few people who noticed what was going on between me and Liak. I say: “Yes, I’m fine. I’ve been idle for too long.” He says: “Be at the East Side headquarters on Sunday night a
Connor calls one of his subordinates and soon we’re on our way to the room where Liak is. My heart feels tight and a little fast. I don’t like him being here — it brings back memories of that afternoon when I found him. When the door opens, he looks a bit surprised to see me, but not completely.
“Liak?” I walk through the living room toward the kitchen, but there’s still no sign of him. Maybe he went out to buy something? I think so. I reach the kitchen and see no signs of anything being prepared. I’m about to walk to the fridge to get a glass of water when I notice a white envelope on
Our hard, wet cocks rub against each other, drawing heavy sighs and moans throughout the room. My fingers slide down to his entrance, circling and teasing, asking for permission to enter. He gradually relaxes and lets me in. He says: “There’s lube in the drawer.” I smile, reach over, grab the
I nod at him because Lacey is telling me that my mom had a small episode but is fine now, and that she decided to spend the night with her. I thank her and we talk for a while. ... I knock softly on the door and open it, finding Liak coming out of the bathroom. He looks at me and asks: “How d







