The room was quiet, and all you could hear was the breathing of two men sitting on the bed.
"Babe…". Darryl cursed. "We can't," he whispered.
"You hate making love with me now?" Keith softly asked.
"Of course not!" Darryl said, immediately denying his lover's accusation and making him face him. Keith now sat on his lap. "I don't hate making love to you. The gods know how much I'm crazy over your body and wanted to devour you, but we couldn't because you just got better, and I care about your well-being," he continued.
"I'm fine. You won't break me if we make love. I'm not some fragile good that will easily break," Keith said. "Or you really don't want to do it?" he added, feeling a little dejected.
"I want to. Fvck, I've missed your body so much. I'm just holding myself back," Dar
