God, it's wonderful to come with him.
Both so excited, teasing and urging each other with taboo fantasies, travelling through the night towards a mutual release... at times slowly, unhurriedly - at times eagerly, feverishly... floating in cyberspace, so far away but so very, very close... exploring, crossing boundaries... but so secure with each other.
And after, we're panting, sweaty, messy... he over there, me over here, but both of us completely present in the postcoital cuddling.
And none of us can stop smiling. At least I know I can't... and even if I can't see him, I know he can't either.
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