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‘Sometimes, there is more to being together than sex?’
“So, wanna take this to the next level?”
Waxer had been warming Boil up rather nicely. The kisses, licks and touches soft and some not so soft. Their foreplay having escalated from the simply laying in each others arms with the intent on catching up on their latest reading to where they were now. Panting with pent up energy only waiting to be released.
Boil having kind of not being into it at first was already feeling the way too familiar tingling sensations all over his body. The light sweat covering his skin as the simmering fires within were starting to flare up. Yeah, it would definitely not take him long now if Waxer was to continue his loving assaults.
“Um… yeah… that sounds… perfect.”
Boil was definitely too far gone to roll back now. Even if sex hadn’t really been on his mind earlier in the evening. Still, with Waxer at the helm? Well, Boil usually could never deny anything from his partner once the man had started working his magic on Boil.
Waxer could not help but chuckle moving up along the body of his lover and capturing Boil’s lips into his own. Biting on the bottom lip before plunging his tongue inside the waiting mouth. The responsiveness of his partner urging Waxer on.
They must’ve kissed for a longes while mostly Waxer initiating them whenever the two had broken off for air. Waxer trying to prolong the end goal, as they really had no hurry anywhere to get where they needed or wanted to go.
It was then when Boil suddenly became unresponsive.
Waxer immediately halting his movements, being totally fine-tuned to his lover. They were like that. Sensing each others moods, needs, whatever’s. Something which had always been there between them. Something of a special bond.
“What is it love?”
“I… um sorry… it’s just…”
Boil seemed to have lost the ability to articulate and it wasn’t because he was so turned on. No, it was something else there now, occupying his mind. The images from their latest mission having emerged out of nowhere even if Boil had tried to push them away.
Waxer knew what it was though. Having talked about it earlier. Guess this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. Starting something with the open wounds of war, their latest battle still too fresh in their minds. Boil always dwelling more on what had happened in the good and the bad than Waxer did. Something which Boil envied of his partner to be able to do. Then again, Waxer hoped to have more of the softer side of Boil’s. But together, they made one whole, balancing each other.
“Sorry sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
Boil could only nod. The sting of the tears behind his eyes, the heat, the passion all but forgotten. Turning to his partner he softly whispered.
“Is it okay if we just cuddle?”
“Of course it is love.”
Waxer pulled Boil as close as he could, holding onto his partner, soothing away all the bad thoughts and feelings.