Chapter 44 #2
Magnus whimpers at the over stimulation, so I release him, sliding my hands to the side so everyone can see the results of this torture session.
He relaxes into me, resting his head on my shoulder with a pretty little smile on his lips.
I resist the urge to kiss him, and instead look back to the camera, reciting the line we scripted for our audience.
“I hope you all enjoyed that. I know you’re wondering, but yes, I did, too.
It’s called heteroflexible, right? I guess I’m a little flexible when it comes to making Magnus come. ”
That should suffice for the moment and move our story in the right direction for the subscribers.
They want a love story, and they’re going to get that in the moments before and after the porn with us.
It’s a slow burn, and hopefully we don’t fuck it up.
There’s already plenty of people on the internet spreading the rumor that we’re married.
We are, but we haven't announced it, and until we do, as far as everyone else is concerned, we’re sexually flexible roommates.
It’s a fantasy for them, but for me, the fantasy is humming happily against my chest.
“Say goodnight, Magnus,” I instruct the lump of satiation in my arms.
Magnus deigns to open his eyes, looking at the camera. “Goodnight, friends. I hope you enjoyed Trent torturing me. I think I’m going to make him do it more. Leave a comment if you like this kind of content and want more of it. Also, leave a comment if you want us to go back to solo vids only.”
As soon as he finishes, he reaches for the end session button and ends the live stream. He moves the laptop out of the way, turns in my arms, and rearranges us into a reclined cuddle. “Did you like that?” he asks, head pillowed on my chest, hand stroking my dick over my pants.
I’m not hard. I don’t think I got hard while I worked him over, even though I loved touching him and making him come.
Nervousness and vulnerability make my heart stutter.
I want to make him stop touching me, but it’s not because I don’t want his touch.
It’s because I don’t want to expose my weakness to anyone, but my therapist says that open and honest communication is the best way to grow intimacy between me and my partner.
So, “I enjoyed everything about what we just did, including the audience. My dick is not an indication of my enjoyment,” I confess softly.
Magnus starts to pull his hand away, understanding that there’s something wrong with me.
“You can touch me.” I stop him, taking his hand and putting it back.
“I can get hard. I just can’t get hard every time I try.
There’s probably nothing physically wrong, because I didn’t take any damage to any parts of me that should affect my ability to get hard.
Emily says that it’s probably a psychological issue that will resolve itself as I heal, and if not, there are plenty of workarounds for erectile dysfunction. ” I fucking hate saying that aloud.
“Obviously you can get hard. You got hard when we kissed earlier. Do you want me to find a solution, do you want me to sympathize, or do you need something else from me?” he asks, massaging my dick.
It feels good, and I want to take off my pants, but I don’t want him to think that means I’m going to get hard.
I might not, especially not with how I’m feeling toward my own fucking dick.
“I had to practice what to say to you about this with Emily today. It’s not helping,” I confess, staring up at the ceiling.
“What did you say when you practiced?” he asks, opening my pants and reaching into my underwear.
Skin feels nice.
“I said, I need you to not make a big deal about it if I’m not hard, and to not make a big deal about it if I get hard. I don’t know what I want. I just don’t want a big show of anything.” It’s too much pressure if I can’t get hard and too much pressure if I can. “I fucking hate this.”
He grips my dick without stroking me, holding it in his warm palm as he talks.
“We’re going to face challenges as a couple, and one of the challenges that almost every couple faces is our sexual compatibility.
What I want from you is for you to know and act as if my own libido isn’t your responsibility. ”
His excitement vibrates through him and he sits up, pulling his hand out of my pants and helping me out of them and my shirt as he continues his little speech.
“I want you to touch me, but it’s not your job to do that.
If you want to touch me, I’m always going to say yes.
If you don’t want to touch me, I’ve got two hands, and I’m building up a beautiful toy collection.
Even if you never want to touch me again, if you want me in your heart and in your company, I’ll be happy.
I know that is not where we’re at right now, but I think establishing that expectation now is important, especially since we’re adult content creators.
My dick isn’t your job, and your dick isn’t mine.
If our dicks align, that’s perfect, but if they don’t, that’s also perfect.
I love you. Your dick is just part of the whole. ”
He leans down and kisses my dick, licks it, and sits up with a little smile on his face. “Do you want me to kiss your dick for a little while? You don’t have to get hard. I like having you in my mouth. Hard or soft.”
“How about you kiss my lips for a little while first, see how things go from there?” I counteroffer.
Magnus’s smile lights up our bedroom and he dives for my lips, banging his teeth against mine before settling in with his weight on me, mouth to mouth.
I wrap him up in my arms, squeezing his ass, and rolling him under me as I take my pleasure in his kiss. I’m going to love him forever, and his little speech about sexual responsibility is one of a thousand examples of why.
But hopefully I get over whatever mental block is keeping me soft.