219 Everything For Him and Me

Martin absorbed Steve's breath into himself. Dominated, crushed so that he almost couldn't move, he had the feeling that with each of his thrusts Paxton was pouring a part of himself into him - his emotions, his heart, his weakness and his masculine strength. Not as if into an empty vessel, but as if into a being with whom he longs for unity and from whom he wants to be completely exposed.

How different it was from their early days, where pure sex dominated!

It was better now, oh yes, although Martin felt pain in his heart. Steve was in pain. His heart, his mind, were lost and his body spoke clearly about it. A body that again tried to drown out the pain of the soul with a slightly stronger embrace than always.

"I love you, Steve..." groaned Martin. "I love you..."

Paxton stopped. He became softer, less possessive.

"Oh, Martin..." he said no more, but he didn't need to. Martin knew. Steve loves him too.