67 | You and Me

D-Day arrived.

Winter's nerves refused to be still. His mind kept on reminding him, 'Sex with Blue. Sex with Blue. Sex with Blue. Sex with Blue. Sex with Blue.'

He'd grown hard countless times today and the past few days but refused to quickly rub one out. He was piling everything up to explode inside of Blue.

Winter had offered to let Blue pass out his heat cycle at his place. Winter's personal penthouse. And for this reason, he'd decorated all the things in his home that could be decorated.

Not to talk of his room where he had lit candles and laid rose petals on the bed.

It was planned that Blue would spend Friday evening, Saturday, and Sunday in Winter's house. Blue was already on his way.

Winter was standing at the door with bouncing toes, waiting for the moment Blue would ring his doorbell and completely enter into his man-cave.