​Alias didn’t speak much. He couldn’t. His mind was racing to process the ’heat’ Theo had mentioned. He realized that all those nights of kissing had been leading here. The ’sentence’ that had felt cut off was finally being finished.

​"Theo, my... my chest," Alias whispered, his toes curling into the mat. "It is moving. The heat is moving down there."

​"Let it," Theo encouraged, his voice dropping to a rough growl. He increased the pressure slightly, his fingers wrapping around Alias’s dick, beginning a rhythmic motion of stroking up and down. "Don’t fight it. This is the heat of being a man, Alias."

​Alias felt a sudden, sharp spike in his senses. The part of him that had always been quiet was no longer still. He felt a heavy, pulsing throb as blood began to rush to where Theo was touching him.

He watched, fascinated and terrified, as he began to stir, growing hard and reaching upward beneath Theo’s touch.

​"It... it is changing," Alias breathed, his face now a vivid, burning crimson.

He looked up at Theo, his eyes hazy with a burgeoning fog. He didn’t know the words for what was happening, but he felt the power of it.

​He thought about how Theo had said his own body felt ’demanding’ in the morning. Now, Alias understood. His body was demanding Theo’s presence, Theo’s touch, and Theo’s warmth in a way that made his head spin.

​Theo looked down at the physical proof of Alias’s response, his own hunger clawing at his throat.

The lie about his past felt like a lead weight, especially seeing how purely Alias was reacting to him. But he pushed it down, focusing on the way Alias was arched toward him.

​"This is just the start," Theo whispered, leaning down to catch a stray moan from Alias’s lips with a deep, hungry kiss. "You’re doing so well. Just stay with me. Just feel me."

​Alias did stay. He clung to Theo’s shoulders, his breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps as Theo kept stroking, pleasuring Alias in a way he had never been before.

He finally understood what other things the body did aside from work, play, eat, and sleep—the body was a vessel for love. The body was meant to be touched, pleasured like this, and melt.

He closed his eyes, leaning into the friction, his mind finally letting go of all forms of logic just to focus entirely on the man holding him in his arms while his body shuddered, vibrating to the intense pleasure he was feeding him with his hand.

It felt good... too good. He felt his body burning up, a need to move his hips, and then a feeling pooling in his guts, as if he was about to relieve himself.

"T-Theo, you have to stop," he breathed, saliva rolling down the corner of his mouth and his eyes hazy.

"Why? Does it not feel good?" Those asked, his voice breathy as well.

"Yes, but... haa... I think I need to use the restroom, mhmm... something’s going to come out if you keep doing that."

Theo understood what he meant. Since he didn’t know what touching himself meant until now, it was clear he didn’t know what it felt like when he was about to cum and would mistake it for urine.

Theo chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated against Alias’s chest. He didn’t stop the motion of his hand; instead, he slowed it down just enough to prolong the exquisite tension, his thumb circling the sensitive shaft of Alias’s now-rigid dick.

​"It’s not that, Alias," Theo whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against Alias’s burning ear. "You don’t need the restroom. It’s a different kind of release. It’s the peak of that heat I told you about."

​Alias shook his head frantically, his hips stuttering against Theo’s palm. The sensation was becoming unbearable, a tightening coil in his lower belly that made his breath come in high, broken whines.

"But... It feels like I’m breaking. Theo, please—"

​"You’re not breaking," Theo promised, his voice thick with a mix of awe and possessiveness. He looked down at how Alias’s pale body was arched, his skin flushed a deep, beautiful rose from his neck down to his thighs. "You’re just finally feeling what it’s like to be alive. Don’t hold it back. Just let it happen."

Before Alias could protest, ​Theo increased the speed again, his grip firm and sure as he stroked heavily.

He watched with bated breath as Alias’s silver eyes rolled back, his fingers digging painfully into Theo’s shoulders. Alias’s world narrowed down to the point of contact between them—the rough, calloused slide of Theo’s hand against his hypersensitive dick.

​Then, the coil snapped, and ​Alias let out a choked, high-pitched cry, his entire body jolting as he finally reached the end of that frantic sentence.

The ejaculation sent a shock over his body and a series of intense, pulsing throbs that sent a thick, white semen splashing onto his own stomach and Theo’s hand.

Alias’s muscles seized, his back arched as he shuddered through the wave of raw pleasure.

​As the tension began to slow down and the world began to stop spinning, Alias fell back onto the mat, limp and completely spent. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, and he stared up at the ceiling with wide, glassy eyes, his chest heaving.

​Theo didn’t move away. He stayed over him, his own breathing heavy, his blue eyes dark with a hunger that was now painfully sharp as he stared at the semen on his hand.

He did it. He touched Alias. And then a funny thought crossed his mind. Even his semen is white.

A rough smile spread over his lips as he reached out with his clean hand and wiped a stray tear of overstimulation from Alias’s cheek.

​"There," Theo murmured. "I told you it was different. How did it feel?"

​Alias turned his head slowly, looking at Theo with a dazed, vulnerable expression. He looked down at himself, at the mess on his skin, and then back at Theo’s hand.

The ’logic’ of it was still settling, but the feeling—the absolute, soul-shaking release—was something no star could ever replicate.

​"It was..." Alias struggled to find the words, his voice a mere thread. "It was like... everything stopped. And then everything started at once."

​He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched Theo’s arm. He noticed the way Theo was still breathing hard, the way his own trousers looked tight and uncomfortable.

Even in his post-nut haze, Alias understood that this was a shared journey, and he had only been the one receiving.

​"Theo," Alias whispered, his fingers curling into Theo’s sleeve. "Your heart... It is still racing. And you look... like you are still in pain."