forum two men in love (o/o) (EXTERMELY gay pining type romance)

Started October 08, 2023 by Deleted user

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“Home territory, eh?” Anthurium chuckled to himself. They walked with the large man, the chuckle dying on their lips as he gave them the velvet purse. He squeezed it in his hands, shocked by the weight. A sort of gladness, a satisfaction filled him. He was happy he said yes. This made everything worth it.
They watched as the slightly nonhuman man sat down, closing the door behind them and leaning against the doorframe, jutting his hip out slightly.
“I can tell,” he remarked, raising a brow. “And I can tell you’re nervous.” The woman wasn’t experienced either. Or at least, not experienced in buying Anthurium’s kind of service. But she did know what she wanted. Boy, did she.
They leaned off the doorframe, walking over to the bed and sitting down by the man. “I must ask; specifically, not experienced in the act itself or not experienced with doing it with someone like me?” They played with a strand of hair that slipped out of his messy bun. “As for how to proceed, this is mainly about you and what you prefer. I can do whatever you’d like. Of course, it would be best if you calmed down a bit first. Perhaps the first order of business would be to make you more comfortable.” They glanced at him.

“I’ve never dared to find love, or more grotesquely put passion, in another, much less… well, myself.” Cecil said nervously. “But… I feel so lonely.” he said. “I’d… well, I put it so formally but I feel you’d understand if you were me. I wish, in this endeavor of bodies, to play the role of the woman.” Cecil said, looking down to the ground. “It seems so shameful, but… I truly have always seen myself as more of the soft, womanly type of man than the hero of myth. I embrace it, really.” he added.

“But of course, I’ve never been with anyone, man or woman. It’s not really for me, for I am some sort of hybrid monster. But again, the loneliness.”

Anthurium tilted their head, something pulling at the corners of their lips as he listened to the man. “Hmm. I see. The role of the woman…” he murmured. “What does that mean, really? Sure, you can be as womanly as you like, I see no shame in that. But you haven’t told me what I should be.” They slowly moved closer, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I can tell you, the woman who I was with before, she certainly wasn’t soft. No, no. She was sharp and swift and she took what she wanted. You could even say that she played the role of a man.” A soft chuckle left their lips. “But she wanted to be held, to be loved… she was lonely too. As am I, as are you. Does that mean she was just a soft type of woman after all? What does it all mean?” He shook his head, leaning over to whisper into his ear. “You’ll have to tell me what you want me to be. I am neither man nor woman.” Anthurium reached back to pull out his bun, their pale hair falling over their shoulder.