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The flicks of Ignaz’s tongue grew desperate, and Ignaz added his hand in an attempt to bestir his dead length. The sloppy sounds of the mouth opening and closing set Seth’s teeth on edge, so he confessed, “It won’t get hard no matter how hard you try.”
He squeezed his eyes. The suctions stopped, and the mouth released his cock. His wet length smacked against his hip, leaving an unpleasant, sticky print.
“What?”
“It won’t get hard,” Seth repeated, dropping his hands from his face and granting Ignaz with a heavy gaze. “I’m incapable of satisfying you this way.”
“I don’t understand…” Ignaz shook his head.
Seth sighed, sat up, and reached to Ignaz’s mouth to wipe the wetness off his lips but stopped halfway. When he peeled the gloves off, Ignaz had already wiped his mouth off on his forearm. “It’s nothing to do with you. I never had such desires.”
Ignaz’s pupils dilated as the realization drained his face of color. His fingers fisted the bedsheet as he sat back on his heels. Seth didn’t know if only a minute passed or an eternity before the boy spoke again. “How can it be? I thought you enjoyed it as much as I did. Was I wrong?”
“Not entirely. I love pleasing you. I get high by looking at your reactions, by getting you off. It’s just a different type of pleasure for me.”
A thought clouding the beautiful face, Ignaz asked, “Never?”
“Never.”
“What about wet dreams?”
“I have night releases, but they’re dreamless.”
“That’s why you didn’t want me to touch you...” Once again, Ignaz sank into silent contemplation. He fidgeted, bringing Seth’s attention to his nude body. “Seth, I don’t care. It doesn’t bother me. You aren’t the first asexual partner I’ve had, so let me ask, does me touching you repulse you?”
The genuine concern about Seth’s wellbeing he read on the boy’s face released the knot of tension in his throat. “No. I like it when you touch me, but not sexually.”
Ignaz smiled. “Then do you mind if I sleep here?”
Seth lifted his duvet, and the boy slunk in, entwining their limbs.
They lay in silence for minutes before Ignaz said, “It’s so bright here. Doesn’t the moon bother you?”
Seth shook his head, the vibration from his movement rolling over the mattress. He fumbled over the duvet and lifted the blindfold. “Here”
“What about you? Don’t you need it?” Ignaz lifted on an elbow. His other arm wrapped over Seth’s chest.
Seth smiled as he rolled his head to the side to see the moonlight kissing Ignaz’s hair. “I’m good.”
“Hmm...” With a hesitant hand, Ignaz took the blindfold and fastened it around his eyes. “Say, why do you need the gloves?”
“It’s...” Seth didn’t know how to reply to this question. His body tensed; nails sank into his hands as he confessed, “It’s so I don’t scratch my face in my sleep. It’s a sort of nervous disorder.”
“I see...” Ignaz’s quiet breath died on his cheek as the boy rested his head on Seth’s shoulder. He didn’t ask anything else. His breathing slowed, lulling Seth. He smiled, and the dream washed over.
* * *
When Seth carriedIgnazto his bedroom, the bile of acrid emotion blocked Gustavo’s throat, making him want to spit. It was a bitter mix of indigestible indignation from Seth constantly forgetting about him, jealousy for the boy with whom Seth had nothing in common, anger for his own impotence and inability to let go, and defeat that came with the realization that Seth seemed to be in love. His every gesture, his every glance reeked of mute adoration. When Seth disappeared into the bathroom only to be followed by Ignaz, Gustavo slammed the laptop closed in a blind fury, cursing Diego for not installing cameras in there too. But now, his anger faded as his mind whirled.
“Asexual, huh?” Hans and his over-fastidiousness had always excited Gustavo. Forcing the blond to do things that revolted him always provided a thrill and entertainment. Seth was on another level. Gustavo wondered how it would feel to try to seduce him, taste the limits of his body, watch and explore his reactions. “Does it mean you are a virgin?”
Lust scalded as he imagined teasing the limp flesh, licking, sucking, and chewing the soft foreskin. He unfastened his pants, cupped his heavy cock, and closed his eyes, imagining Seth’s unwilling body slowly giving in under his relentless mouth and fingers.
* * *
With a neurotic hand,Seth tore the black strap off his neck. Pushing an angry huff through his gritted teeth, he tried to leash his irritation, but it had already started morphing into deep-seated, black anger.
“You look hot.” Ignaz pressed his shoulder against the door jamb, and just like that, Seth’s mood lightened a fraction.
