June 14th was fast approaching, and Tim had been meticulously planning a special evening for his and Lukas' anniversary. He had already arranged for them to dine at a fancy rooftop restaurant at a luxurious hotel, wanting to make this anniversary extra special for his husband. He had made sure to clear his schedule of any work-related matters, wanting to ensure that he could focus solely on their celebration and give Lukas all the attention and affection he deserved.
Lukas had been feeling neglected lately, and Tim knew he needed to make up for that. As much as he hated conflict and negativity, he didn't want to make matters worse by being dismissive or defensive. Instead, he decided to plan a special anniversary celebration to show Lukas how much he cared and to make up for the distance that had grown between them. He had already picked out the perfect restaurant, planned a romantic evening, and was determined to do everything he could to make it an unforgettable night for his husband.
"Hey, babe," Tim said, sitting down next to Lukas on the sofa. "I've got a surprise for you for our anniversary next week."
Lukas turned to look at Tim, a hopeful expression in his eyes. "What is it?"
Tim smiled, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "I've got us a reservation for a fancy dinner at a hotel rooftop restaurant. It's got the most amazing view of the city at night."
Lukas's eyes widened in surprise. "That sounds incredible," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "But why a fancy dinner? Isn't that a bit over the top for our anniversary?"
Tim shrugged, his expression softening. "It's not just the dinner," he said, reaching out to take Lukas's hand. "I wanted to do something special for you, something to show you how much I love you and appreciate you."
Lukas leaned in closer to Tim, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Thank you, babe," he said. "I really appreciate the surprise. And you know, after that fancy dinner you've planned, I could really go for a 'sweet treat' as well..."
Tim swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he looked into Lukas's eyes. "Well," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "I think I can arrange something for after dinner..."
Lukas's grin widened, his eyes roaming over Tim's body in an appreciative manner. "I bet you can," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "You always know how to make me feel special, babe."
Lukas's fingers curled gently under Tim's chin, tilting his face up as he closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss that belied the charged atmosphere. Tim's glasses pressed comfortingly against Lukas's nose, a reminder of the intellectual allure that had drawn Lukas in initially.
Lukas's hands tightened around Tim's face, pulling him closer as if he could absorb him entirely through the kiss. His tongue delved hungrily into Tim's mouth, searching for the familiar taste he had been craving for weeks, months even.
Tim's body shivered at the touch, his own hands coming up to grip Lukas's sturdy biceps, fingers digging into the hard muscles as he tried to ground himself. A low groan escaped his lips, the sound a mixture of pleasure and relief as the kiss deepened.
Lukas responded by pulling Tim even closer, his chest pressing against his lover's body. He could feel the heat radiating off Tim's skin, the faint flutter of his heart through his shirt. The kiss broke only long enough for them to gasp in air before Lukas was back, his lips claiming Tim's once more.
Lukas's hands slipped down from Tim's face, his fingers splaying out on his husband's waist to pull him flush against his body. His other hand delved between Tim's thighs, searching for the familiar length he hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity.
Tim gasped into the kiss, his body arching into Lukas's touch. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, his body already responding to the familiar and missed touch. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to Lukas's jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
Tim continued to suck on Lukas's neck, his hands roaming over Lukas's chest as he kissed and nibbled. But despite the clear evidence of his own arousal, his cock remained flaccid in Lukas's gently pumping hand. It was as if his body had forgotten how to respond to touch.
Lukas bit back a curse, his eyes narrowing as he watched Tim's expression of pleasure. Everything was perfect - the kissing, the groping, the fucking necking. Everything except for Tim's cock, the only thing that able to sate Lukas need for pleasure. Lukas's hand stilled on Tim's groin, frustrated and confused. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Tim's face for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.
"Fuck," Lukas thought to himself, his frustration mounting but carefully concealed beneath a mask of calm. Seven years of making love without a single argument - he wasn't about to ruin their record tonight. He allowed Tim to ravish his neck, trying to ignore the dead weight in his hand.
As Tim's lips trailed from his neck to his jaw, Lukas began to see it - the kisses were not passionate, but pitying. The bites were not out of desire, but consolation. He felt like Tim was kissing him out of obligation, not love or lust.
Lukas knew Tim's body better than his own. Every kiss, every gasp, every shiver was etched into memory after years of making love almost every night. But now, something was off. The movements were familiar, but the feeling was different. Lukas felt like a stranger being serviced by an unwilling paid gogo boy.
Desperation clawed at Lukas, unspoken and urgent. He refused to spend another night lying awake, his own needs unmet as Tim's attention focused solely on him. His hand wrapped around Tim's thick shaft once more, squeezing and stroking, pleading silently for a response.
Tim moaned, his hips bucking slightly into Lukas's touch. But the damn thing refused to harden. It was like trying to wake the fucking dead. Lukas gritted his teeth, his own arousal waning as frustration took its place. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath.
Tim broke away from Lukas's skin, his voice low and soft. "It's alright if you're not feeling it tonight," he said, his eyes avoiding Lukas's. But as he spoke, his voice held a forced casualness, his body tense and unresponsive to Lukas's touch. It was clear that the heated embrace before was a deliberate act, a way for Tim to shield himself from Lukas desperate attempt.
Lukas's heart sank even further as he heard Tim's words, the forced nonchalance in his voice more damning than any rejection could be. He knew that Tim was not in the mood, but the fact that he was pretending otherwise felt like a punch to the gut.
In a moment of misplaced guilt, Lukas foolishly blurted out an apology. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of shame and despair. The words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, a harsh reminder of how out of sync their desires had become.
Lukas's mind reeled as he listened to himself. He found himself in a bizarre situation where the roles had been reversed in the most unexpected way. Why was he the one apologizing when clearly, he was the one who was excited and wanting, while Tim was the one who was uninterested? Tim could sense Lukas's distress, his eyes flickering with a mix of guilt and desire as he spoke.
Tim: "Hey, it's alright. You don't have to force yourself if you're not feeling it."
Lukas's mind spun with confusion and frustration. He felt like a hypocrite for apologizing when Tim was the one who should be apologizing.
Lukas: "I just... I want to make you happy, you know?"
Tim: "I know, babe, and I appreciate it. But your happiness matters too. We don't have to do anything tonight if you're not feeling up for it."
Lukas mentally berated himself for his spineless compliance, for acquiescing to Tim's whims solely because he was so desperate for his spouse's attention. He cursed himself for letting his vulnerability and longing strip him of his dignity and self-respect.
Tim, on the other hand, recognized that Lukas's compliance may not last. It wasn't that he didn't love his husband - he did. But after seven years of marriage, sex had become a chore rather than a source of pleasure. He found himself going through the motions, not because he wanted to, but because he believed it was his duty as a spouse.
Tim's mind wandered to the countless times he had initiated intimacy with Lukas, sometimes out of genuine desire, but more often out of a sense of obligation. He wondered when the fire had gone out, when the spark between them had dwindled into a mere ember of routine.
Perhaps it was due to the demanding nature of his work, but deep down, Tim desperately wanted to believe that he was still a good husband. He secretly felt saddened by Lukas's neglect, but forcing himself to pretend wouldn't be fair to his husband. Tim wrestled with the internal conflict, torn between his own weariness and his belief that he should be there for Lukas, even at the cost of his own authenticity.
The following morning, Tim prepared himself for work, bidding farewell to Lukas with a kiss. It lingered longer than usual, and he hoped that the extra seconds spent in their embrace would communicate his silent apology. Tim was certain that Lukas wouldn't voice any complaints, assuming his brief yet thoughtful gesture would suffice to placate his husband's longing and loneliness.
Again, Lukas found himself alone at home as he had done on countless other days, while Tim ventured out into the bustling city, tirelessly pursuing clients and submitting himself to the relentless demands of corporate greed. The monotony of their day-to-day lives only amplified the growing disconnect between them, leaving Lukas to grapple with his loneliness and unfulfilled desires in the solitude of their shared space.
Lukas sent a brief text message that day, knowing that even if Tim was caught up in his work, he would eventually respond. For Tim, receiving the text brought a sense of relief, as he knew he wouldn't have to exert too much effort to keep in touch with his husband. The ease of their communication, coupled with the knowledge that Lukas still took the initiative to reach out, provided Tim with a measure of comfort, alleviating the weight of responsibility he felt for their faltering connection.
Lukas: "I just finished cleaning the house and now I'm feeling a bit hungry. Should I order takeout for dinner or should I cook something?"
Tim: Tim glances at the message momentarily before typing a quick response, feeling guilty for his lack of interest. He types a simple and forced response back. Tim: "Up to you, babe. Anything sounds good."
The text conversation between Lukas and Tim continued in a similar vein, with Lukas sending longer, more detailed messages and Tim replying with shorter, less engaged responses. The contrast in their communication styles was palpable, with Lukas trying to bridge the gap and Tim appearing disinterested and distracted.
A while after the forced text messages, Tim found himself staring at his phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, trying to push away the bitter taste left by the previous night. He waited for Colt, that irritating client who spent more time nitpicking and nitpicking than anything else. After presenting six different options, it seemed as if Colt was still undecided about the perfect home.
Tim was seated in a coffee shop, discreetly waiting for Colt to arrive. As he scrolled through his Instagram feed, he couldn't help but notice a curious trend in his recommended content -- an abundance of young gay men posing provocatively in various thirst traps. Tim couldn't help but feel a mixture of discomfort and intrigue.
Tim found himself contemplating his past, when his weekends were filled with hook-ups at gay bars during his college days. That life felt like a distant memory now, buried by the responsibility and familiarity of his current relationship with Lukas. Yet, as he scrolled through his Instagram feed, Tim couldn't help but be drawn to the hypnotic display of a blond guy, his slim waist and perky butt dancing to what seemed like a copy-pasted routine from one of Shakira's music videos. The contrast between his past and present couldn't be more stark.
Tim couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched the video on his phone, the blond guy shaking his perky cheeks in a tantalizing way to the rhythm of a sultry Latin song. The link to the guy's Only Fans page was conspicuously placed in the description, and Tim felt a pang of curiosity. There was something undeniably addictive about this stranger's provocative display, and Tim's mind was starting to wander to places it shouldn't have gone.
Despite the intense curiosity, Tim sternly reminded himself not to stoop to the level of a sexless simpleton, willing to pay for cheap, fleeting thrills. He convinced himself that he was above such petty indulgences, that he could resist the allure of the internet's endless supply of erotic content.
His forced mortality caught up with him, and he couldn't hide the telltale sign of his arousal - his cock twitching and slowly hardening as he watched the amateur thirst trap video. The shaking ass, so simple and yet so effective. Tim's breath hitched, his eyes glued to the screen.
A memory struck him, taking him back to his teenage years - a time when a mere glimpse of something remotely sexual had him hard and ready to fuck anything that moved. The sight of those tight asses gyrating brought back that primal hunger.
Tim took a deep breath, slowly regaining his composure as he reminded himself that he was no longer a slave to primal impulses for quick gratification. After all, he had been married to Lukas for seven years - a partnership built on trust, love, and deeper connection. He didn't need to stoop to such base level desires when he had something far more meaningful in his life.
Colt finally showed up, a whole 15 minutes late after the scheduled time. While 15 minutes was an improvement over last time's hour-long lateness, Tim still felt a lingering annoyance. However, he suppressed his urge to complain, reminding himself that the potential reward for his efforts would far outweigh the lost time and his solitary scrolling through his phone. At last, no more monotonous waiting alone in the coffee shop.
Despite his irritation towards Colt's tardiness, Tim found himself feeling weirdly energized after the previous night's unexpected events. Colt's presence for seemingly endless house-window shopping triggered an unexplainable surge of energy within Tim. It was a strange and perplexing feeling that he couldn't quite put into words.
Tim was suddenly overcome with a strong desire and eagerness to please Colt, to ensure his satisfaction with every house they visited. It was an unusual feeling, an intense thirst to go above and beyond in his service as a real estate agent. Tim couldn't pinpoint where this newfound determination had come from, but he felt a strange excitement at the prospect of another house-hunting session with Colt.
Tim: "Are you ready to get started?"
Colt: "Absolutely! I'm excited to see the houses you've lined up for me. Let's get going."
Tim couldn't help but notice the eagerness in Colt's voice. It appeared that this time, he was genuinely excited to begin the house-hunting journey. He abandoned the half-empty black coffee, leaving it half-finished on the coffee shop table as he hoisted his bag pack, filled with files and documents, onto his shoulder. His mind was focused on the task at hand - he was determined to arouse Colt's interest in another penthouse he had been saving to show. As they walked away together, Tim felt a slight twitch in his pants, without any provocation.