"What are you thinking about, Brent?" Sergei asked quietly into the room. Brent blinked, shaking himself from the memory. He gave a slow, painful breath as he sat back on Sergei's hips, the feeling of his belt buckle against his ass a foreign feeling. It had been forever since he'd sat on anyone like this.
Brent placed his hand on Sergei's stomach, feeling how the man flexed under his touch. Cute.
"I was thinking about the first time we slept together." Brent told him quietly. Sergei paused. His eyes grew pained, his hands reaching for Brent's. He gripped his hand and wrist tightly, his breath leaving him in a long, low exhale.
"I apologise for that." Sergei muttered. "I truly did not mean to hurt you like that. I was just…so scared of losing you. I thought putting distance between us, only physical distance would make the moments we spent together even more sweet. I didn't know, Brent. I'm sorry." Sergei apologised and Brent felt his chest ache.
