ADRIAN
Adrian unlocked the front door and stepped inside, the quiet hum of his home welcoming him like a soft exhale. He set his keys in the bowl by the door, slipped off his shoes, and let the day finally settle on his shoulders. The apartment was dim, lit only by the faint glow from a nearby streetlamp sneaking through the blinds. Everything was exactly as he left it—neat, quiet, ordinary.
But he didn't feel ordinary.
Not after tonight.
He moved through the living room, the sound of his footsteps muffled against the hardwood floor, and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. The air in the room was still, but his head was anything but. He dropped his phone on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked toward the bathroom.
Then the screen lit up.
Maxen: Are you home?
A smile tugged at his lips, slow and unshakeable. His heart gave that telltale flutter again—warm and wanting.
Me: Yes. Let me shower real quick and get back to you.
The phone lit up once more as he stepped into the bathroom, steam already curling around the edges of his thoughts.
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The bathroom fills with steam as the warm water cascades down my body. My skin tingles, but it's not just from the heat. It's from him.
My cock is already hard, aching with need. That kiss—God, that kiss—was the best I've ever had. Nothing compares. Nothing even comes close.
I lean a hand against the wall, the other wrapping around my shaft, squeezing gently.
In my mind, it's not my hand. It's his. Maxen's fingers—firm, sure—stroking me to the edge. His breath in my ear, his lips brushing my skin. His golden-green eyes looking down into mine like he owns me.
I groan, low and desperate.
My other hand moves to my chest, pinching a nipple, drawing out another moan. The memory of his mouth—his hunger, his want—spurs me on.
"Maxen…" I breathe his name like a prayer.
And then—white heat. Release crashes through me, sudden and overwhelming.
My cum hits the wall, messy and unrestrained.
I sag against the tiles, chest heaving.
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I rinse off quickly, heart still thundering, and dry off with trembling hands. Pajamas go on in a blur, and I collapse onto my bed, still warm from the afterglow.
My phone lights up.
Me: are you still awake?
Maxen: Took you long enough. i almost slept
I laugh, the sound soft in the quiet room.
Me: Had to cool off somehow. Someone gifted me the best congratulations gift ever—with a dessert I had to take care of in the shower.
Maxen: Don't tell me you were thinking about me in there.
Me: Too late.
His reply comes instantly:
Maxen: The best kiss I also had, Rian.
I bite my bottom lip, a stupid grin on my face. We start texting like two giddy teens, every message sparking another rush in my chest.
I can't stop smiling.
And I don't want to.
I press the phone to my chest for a second, heart skipping like I'm in high school again. Then I text back:
Me: You know what's crazy? I can still feel your mouth on mine.
Maxen: I can still taste you.
My face heats up instantly.
Me: Maxen…
Maxen: Yeah?
Me: If you keep texting like this, I won't sleep.
Maxen: Then don't. Stay up with me a little longer.
I grin, fingers flying across the screen.
Me: Okay. Just a little.
There's a pause. I imagine him lying in bed too—maybe shirtless, one arm behind his head, the same flushed warmth in his chest that I feel in mine.
Maxen: What are you wearing?
I snort softly.
Me: Pajamas. Top and bottom. Regrettably.
Maxen: Tragic. I'm shirtless. Thinking about you in your cute pajamas while I'm burning up here.
Me: Stop. You're making it worse.
Maxen: You love it.
He's not wrong.
Me: Okay, maybe I do.
A moment passes. Then—
Maxen: You looked really beautiful tonight. I know I teased, but I meant it.
My fingers hover over the screen, suddenly still.
Me: You don't say things like that, Maxen.
Maxen: I know. But I want to. With you.
I pull the blanket up to my chin, heart squeezing in a way that makes me feel like I could float out of my body.
Me: You're not making it easy to sleep.
Maxen: Then let me say goodnight. Before I say something else I mean.
Me: Like what?
Maxen: Like how badly I want to hold you right now.
I swallow, hard.
Me: Goodnight, Maxen.
Maxen: Sweet dreams, Rian.
I put the phone down, fingers still tingling, and stare up at the ceiling.
And with that, I drifted into dreamland—warm, restless, and full of him.
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