Had the circumstances been different, he would feel smug at his boyfriend’s confession but all he feels now is guilt, shame and disgust–not at Lysander for enjoying himself but at himself for treating his boyfriend like he was a meaningless one night stand that night. “Is that so, did you like it? We didn’t really get a chance to talk afterwards.” Their bodies are so close, there’s no way Lysander doesn’t notice how tense his muscles are. He doesn’t want to talk about that night, doesn’t want to think about that night, he wants to forget it ever happened. Truth to be told, Alek doesn’t expect a positive outcome to his admission to what the ring he gave his boyfriend truly means, they’re young, too young and haven’t known each other long enough to commit for the long term but he’s pleasantly surprised by his reaction. “Forever,” he says once more and leans into the touch, nuzzling his cheek into his hand and eyes shutting close to enjoy the warmth from his hand. A sense of peace settles deep in his bones, the tension slowly draining from his form but the peace that doesn’t last for long. “Are you saying…?” his eyes shoot open, the look he gives the other is partly skeptical, partly bewildered. “Do you … Do you want to, soon?” he bites down on his lower lip, the grip around Lysander’s waist tightening lightly. While Alek is happy the way things are now in their relationship, on the physical side, it would be a lie if he said he didn’t want to take the next step. He wants to, badly.
Lysander’s face scrunched up when Alek brought up the ‘aftermath’ of their encounter. Getting caught by Jini was a memory the boy was trying hard to repress. “I took care of that already. She won’t tell anyone,” he mumbled, feeling embarrassed all over again. Fooling around with each other at the party was exciting at the time, but it definitely wasn’t worth the stress of someone finding out about their secret relationship. “I just liked it when you were possessive of me, you know?” the boy softly confesses, his cheeks glowing red. “You were so rough, but it made me feel... euphoric,” Not in a million years would Lysander have thought he’d be into that, and frankly, he felt ‘wrong’ for even admitting this to Alek, but he couldn’t deny it was a turn on for him. He remembers it so vividly, how jealous and angry Alek was about the drunk lapdance. Part of him wondered how his boyfriend would react when he found out about the other lewd things he had done at the party, but Lysander was reluctant about fessing up, because he didn’t want to risk losing him for good. Feeling the other’s muscles tense up, Lysander starts to panic a little bit. “Do you think that’s... weird? Is it wrong of me that I liked it?” he asks, giving him a concerned look. No, he could tell the other boy liked it too. It was obvious from the way he was looking at him right now, that same fire in his brown doe eyes, all because he implied being interested in taking the next step. “Do you want to, soon?” he deflects, teasingly. “Do you want me, Alek?”
