"I love you more than life itself and you don't believe me," Orel whispered.
"I believe you. That's why I'm here, with you. And I'm kissing you." Nikto carefully wiped tears away from Orel's face.
Orel overturned Nikto onto his back again, then pushed his cock between Nikto's legs and shoved forward sharply. He froze in horror, looked at Nikto under him and seemed to be incapable to believe his eyes. Unable to move, Orel was sitting like that, with his knees spread wide, holding Nikto's thighs.
Nikto hissed.
"Shi-it," he rose slightly, spat onto his fingers and rubbed his saliva over Orel's cock. Then he grabbed Orel with both of his hands and yanked him closer, pushing forward at the same time. Orel moaned. Nikto let him go. Orel leaned over him, supporting his weight on his hands, pulled out slowly and then pushed forward, very slowly too. It seemed he didn't understand what he was doing at all. His body jerked, he bit his lip continuing to move back and forth. It took only a minute for him to moan. He gripped Nikto's knees, spreading them wider, made a few strong pushes and panted pressing into Nikto as deep as possible. "Nik is mine! It's madness… Nik is mine!"
He pulled out his cock and fell next to Nikto. Nikto sat up leaning with his back against the bed. He was silent.
Orel raised his head.
"Nik, I'm a total shit. I couldn't bring you any pleasure at all. You didn't even feel anything."
"Well, I did feel something."
Orel laughed. "It's not what I meant."
"All right, I'm joking," Nikto said. "But you want too much from me, don't you think so?"
"I think I didn't fuck so horribly since I was a boy!" Orel said. "I disgraced myself before you. I was about to come when you just touched my cock to check if I had a hard-on."
"But you screamed really expressively: 'Don't touch me! Don't touch me!'"
"I'm a fool but I just don't know how to treat you, you're so different from anyone else."
"I'm different for others but not for you."
"You'll be surely laughing when recalling this night," Orel said in distress.
"No," Nikto shook his head. "I don't feel like laughing at all. Arel, I need to tell you something. It is very serious."
Orel looked at him in fear.
"What? What do you need to say? Are you leaving?"
"No, forget that!" Nikto paused, then looked at Orel. He seemed distressed. Orel paled.