I lie on the bed, saturated with your scent, torn apart by your desire, and I press the sheet to my chest, digging my fingers into it until numb. You don’t utter a word: you silently dress, silently straighten your disheveled hair, silently put yourself in order, and I collect myself bit by bit, trying to get rid of the feeling of fullness. The one when you entered me, and for the first time in a long time I felt a man in myself.

You were gentle with me, Alan. More than. And patient - you did not use force and did not threaten, but you achieved obedience with only...