"I was drunk," Gianni says. "I did not know what I was doing, nor had I any intention of doing what I did."
Suddenly, Franz burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Gianni was annoyed. "I'm telling you the truth."
"Sorry, I knew," Franz replies, "that you were so drunk. But you held it and stroked it with such gusto, I can help but tease you about it."
"Oh stop," Gianni blushed. "Don't ever mention that ever."
"You did mention his name," Franz sits beside him on the bed. "The prince. You were calling out to him, as if you needed him."
"I… I did?"
"Did you hold 'him' in such a delicate manner, too?" Franz laughs. "You were whispering his name over and over as you moved your hand up and down around my shaft. It was quite a torture that you were thinking of someone else other than the person you held."
"Earth, just consume me," Gianni laid back and covered his face with a pillow. "I'm sorry, okay? It was my fault. Forgive me."