Aalyan
I want to have s*x, he’d said. It had been true, but not quite in the way Ghian had understood it. Aalyan had known the desire was mostly in his head, but he’d just thought... well, Ghian could help him get hard, couldn’t he? He could help him feel good. Normal. Like himself.
Except he couldn’t. Ghian’s arousal had triggered Aalyan’s and for a while it had felt good, he had even enjoyed getting wet, he’d wanted it, enough he had not been lying when he’d asked Ghian to f**k him.
But it hadn’t lasted. Not even the Moon had been powerful enough to overcome the part of him that couldn’t accept his fate, how had he imagined he could do it on his own?
It’d been both stupid and selfish of Aalyan to ask in the first place.
Simply because he’d wanted to have s*x. Just in the way he want
