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Brynde took off his shirt, folding it neatly and laying it on the nightstand. He continued taking off the rest of his clothes, unzipping his jeans and pulling it off, folding it and laying it on top of his shirt. He felt relieved, actually being the one to take off his clothes this time. He still felt anxious about it though, like he'd get pinned down on the bed at any moment. He pushed it to the back of his mind, trying his best to ignore the pit that was forming in his stomach. He knew he was overreacting, especially now that he was in control for once.

He waited till Almyr had taken off all their clothes, now neatly folded on his bed, before he picked them up and put them on top of his own clothes. He looked back at Almyr awkwardly standing there by his bed with a soft smile on their face, freckles glowing pink. Brynde was curious why they'd glow pink, but never felt it was appropriate to ask. They'd glowed pink from the beginning of their relationship when they'd offer to give him a blowjob at work, seemingly desperate for him to accept their offer. They'd act happy afterwards, something that made him even more confused, as pink freckles usually didn't indicate happiness. He thought it maybe was the adrenaline from it all, knowing that their FSED caused some issues with their hormones, but he wasn't fully sure. It couldn't possibly be fear, they seemed to happy for that to be the case, they were the one who initiated sexual intimacy with him after all. It had to be adrenaline. He decided to think about it later, turning around to take off his underwear, folding it and laying it on top of the rest of the clothes. He picked up the condom wrapper and turned back around again, facing Almyr. He opened the wrapper as Almyr came closer, gently putting one of their hands on his penis and the other on his hip. They still had the gentle smile he saw earlier, head tilted slightly to the side. Brynde smiled back, pushing away the creeping feeling he had in his crotch. They touched him softly, but it still reminded him of her, how she'd be gentle one second and then dig her nails into it the next. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down, the last thing he wanted now was for him to ruin the mood. Almyr slowly stroked his penis, and he felt it grow hard. Opening his eyes again he saw them staring intently at him, as if trying to figure out what was going on in his mind.

“Do you want me to put on the condom?” They asked, moving their thumb in a caressing motion.

“If you want to,” he answered, his heart beating a bit faster. He gave the condom to Almyr and watched as they positioned it over his tip and pulled it down. They looked up at him, their smile wide. He raised his hand and caressed their cheek before tucking some of the hair framing their face behind their ear, seeing their freckles flash yellow before going back to pink again. They looked behind them as he guided him towards his bed, sitting down on it as Brynde stood before them. He felt nervous, never having been intimate in a homosexual way before. He couldn't help but feel ashamed for it, remembering what Treene would say about him, ‘faggot’ repeating itself in his mind. He ignored it, instead focusing on watching Almyr position themself comfortably on the bed. They spread their legs as they looked up at him expectantly, cheeks a deep shade of purple.

“Do you have lube?”

“Oh, right,”

Brynde turned around and rummaged through the drawer in his nightstand, having bought a tube of lube before their visit. It was embarrassingly difficult for him to buy it, worried, no, scared, that the other customers would somehow find out it was meant for gay sex and attack him for it. As much as he tried to ignore it, he knew his childhood experiences would always find a way to creep up on him. He found the tube and turned back to face Almyr, who looked at him almost amused. He must've looked dumbfounded as their smile had turned wide.

“Do you need help?” They innocently asked.

“No, I've got it,” he chuckled, feeling a warmth creep up on his face. He opened the tube and squirted some on his other hand before lathering it on his penis. He carefully threw the tube on the bed and walked towards Almyr, leaning down and gently grabbing their thighs. They were biting the bottom of their lip ever so slightly as Brynde scooched them further into the bed, now perfectly in a missionary position, face to face. Brynde kissed them, a quick peck on their lips, before Almyr reciprocated. The kiss was passionate, tongues dancing with each other before they both eventually ran out of breath and broke the kiss. Almyr was blushing more now, but their freckles were still pink, maybe even brighter pink than before. Brynde was puzzled– they were reciprocating, that was enough of a sign they liked it, wasn't it?

“Is this your first time?”

“Not really, no,”

He looked down towards their crotch, having to admit he was curious about what they'd look like hard. He wasn't the type to judge someone for their size, but he couldn't deny that Almyr's was small. He assumed it had something to do with the hormone issues caused by their FSED.

“You're not getting hard,” he pointed out. He felt almost disappointed, but he was more worried that Almyr didn't enjoy what they were doing. Like a lightbulb turned on he realised that maybe this too was caused by their hormone issues, “...Can you get hard?”

“I don't know,” they replied, a slight pout forming on their face, “I don't think so?”

“Did you get hard when you had sex last time?”

“It's so long since it all happened, I don't really remember.”

He nodded, frowning slightly. The way they talked about it seemed off to him, ‘since it all happened’ didn't really remind him of something someone would say about their first time having sex. He had noticed that Almyr acted a bit differently from the rest of their coworkers, seeming very uncomfortable most of the time. He assumed it was because they were diagnosed with autism, but he had a feeling there maybe was something more behind it. Something more… Concerning. He changed his focus back to Almyr and leaned in closer, he'd think about it some other time. They bit their bottom lip again, and he took it as a sign to get on with it. He held his penis and carefully inserted it, making sure they'd be able to adjust to the size. He heard them make a noise and noticed they were clenching the sheets, their eyebrows raised almost as if they were surprised.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, you're just–” they answered in a higher pitched tone, taking a deep breath, “–big.”

“Do you want me to go in more slowly?”

“No, it's fine,”

Brynde accepted their answer, and slowly but surely inserted his whole shaft into them. He leaned down further, getting closer to Almyr's face, and carefully moved his hip back and forth. It certainly was different than having sex with a woman, and he felt ashamed to admit he enjoyed this a lot more. Almyr looked into Brynde's eyes, their smile just as wide as before, eyes almost twinkling in the low light.

“Do you like it?” He asked in a hushed tone.

They nodded as they giggled, they must've been a bit nervous. If there was one thing he enjoyed the most, it was hearing them giggle. It filled him with butterflies like no other. He didn't understand it well, though he knew he got the same response when his Lieutenant back in the day would grumble something at him. They did look very similar, nearly identical– he didn't want to admit that the similarity was a huge reason why he accepted Almyr's advances.

He pecked their lips, and again, they reciprocated. Before long, his lips were already tracing down their neck, careful to not leave any hickeys for others to see. He stayed there for a moment, head resting between their neck and shoulder, as he continued moving his hips. He could hear them make a few more noises, breathy moans between hard, almost shallow, breathing. He moved his arm so he could position his hand by their head, caressing it as he slowly pushed his penis deeper in before going out again. He went back to gently kissing them, this time slowly going back up their neck until he ended up face to face with Almyr. Their expression was hard to read, their lips thin and eyebrows slightly raised.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” they replied breathily. Their breathing was still somewhat shallow, their mouth slightly agape. Brynde smiled, leaning down to kiss them again. He loved kissing them, it felt cathartic. Kissing had turned into something negative for him after his relationship with Treene, it felt like a chore, something he didn't enjoy but was expected of him, forced. He pushed his thoughts back again, he needed to focus on what was in front of him, not what happened two decades ago. He noticed Almyr didn't reciprocate as much as they did before and broke the kiss. He took a few deep breaths, feeling an orgasm coming. Brynde quickened up his pace, going deeper into Almyr. They reacted by closing their eyes, moaning shakingly, clenching the sheets harder. Their freckles flashed a brighter pink, puzzling Brynde again. They raised their hand and touched his chest as they moved their head to look to the side. In response, he nestled his face into the nook of their neck, holding his pace stable as he inched his way closer and closer into climaxing. He moved his hand closer to Almyr's head, gently tucking away some hair from their face behind their ear, and continued caressing them comfortingly with his thumb. Before he knew it, he had ejaculated, the orgasm spreading to the rest of his body. He groaned. It felt good, not at all the same as masturbating, something he very rarely did anyways. And it certainly wasn't the same as the orgasms Treene would fish out of him. It had been a long time since he'd orgasmed without feeling shame– maybe this was the first time, he didn't really know. He carefully pulled his penis out and looked at Almyr. They had turned their head back again, now facing Brynde, their eyebrows pulled together. Their eyes were glossy, making their eyes shine in the low light. He loved their eyes, the orange reminding him of clementines, something Almyr was unashamedly obsessed with.

“Did you cum?” He whispered, it was hard to hide he was hoping for a yes.

“Mhm,” they replied, quietly. Their freckles flashed purple, something Brynde caught. He assumed it had something to do with what they said earlier– he'd have to think about it more thoroughly, he was worried it was he thought it was, that all of this only reminded them of it.

“That's good,” he smiled warmly, “I enjoyed it a lot.”

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