C.W. Sexual Content  

Lucas traced a line of kisses along Sergio's neck, his hands exploring the soft curves of his chest, savoring every inch of his partner’s body. Beneath his touch, Sergio’s initial tension began to melt away, replaced by trust as they finally allowed themselves to fully embrace their love. Sergio’s hands responded instinctively, caressing Lucas’s neck and gently tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.  

Without rush, Lucas cupped his face in his hands, their gazes meeting for a moment before he leaned in for a deeper, more passionate kiss. This wasn’t just about desire —it was about the bond they were building, a love that filled the empty spaces in their lives. Each caress, each gentle movement, affirmed their commitment to each other.  

As their bodies pressed together, Sergio’s heart raced. He wasn’t nervous because it wasn't his first time, but because it was with someone he loved completely. Lucas, sensing his anxiety, took his time to help Sergio prepare, his touch intimate but respectful. However, his boyfriend, shy but determined, insisted on taking control, wanting to do it himself. In Lucas's eyes, Sergio was too unique, too beautiful.

Slowly, Sergio positioned himself on the bed, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Lucas climbed on top of him, his movements fluid and deliberate. He paused, observing Sergio’s hesitant expression and the vulnerable beauty of his form. Their eyes met, and Lucas leaned in, moving with tender caution, mindful not to hurt him. The cock was in, it was time.

Moans came naturally. Sergio felt a twinge of pain; he gasped softly as Lucas began —his body adjusting to the intensity of the moment. A twinge of discomfort made him bite his lip, but he quickly reached up to touch the professor's face, silently reassuring him that it was okay to continue. His trust in his partner was unwavering.  

Lucas’s movements were slow and measured, his every touch radiating care. He kissed Sergio deeply, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. For the custodian, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced —vulnerability and pleasure that made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t for years.  

Their rhythm built gradually, every motion deliberate and full of passion. Between moans of pleasure, Sergio managed to whisper, his voice trembling, “I… love you, L-Lucas.”  

Lucas froze for a brief second, overwhelmed by the raw sincerity of his confession. He leaned down, his voice soft but steady. “I love you too, my love.”  

Sergio shuddered slightly, his body reacting to the words, but he quickly relaxed under Lucas’s careful rhythm. As the intensity between them grew, Sergio’s pleasure became more evident. Embarrassed by the sounds escaping his lips, he grabbed a pillow to muffle his moans, his freckled face flushed with both arousal and shyness.  

Together, they reached the peak of their passion, their bodies moving in harmony as they climaxed. The custodian, still overwhelmed and shy, buried his face in the pillow, his wide eyes and parted lips giving him an innocent, endearing look. Lucas noticed a warm smile spreading across his face as he watched the man he loved.

Breathless, they collapsed beside each other, their bodies spent and satisfied. Lucas turned to Sergio, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Did you like it?” he asked, his tone of voice was one of curiosity.

The freckled man smiled shyly, turning to meet this gaze. “It was… amazing,” he replied, still panting.  

The professor leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Sergio’s forehead before pulling him into a warm embrace. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they closed their eyes, and for the first time in years, Lucas slept deeply, feeling at peace in the presence of his partner.