Einer, still breathing heavily, pressed his face into Moe's neck, placing soft kisses on the sweat-dampened skin, his nose tickling him lightly. Moe, overwhelmed by the long intense sex, the sharp rush of orgasm, and the subsequent waves of pleasure from the knot, absentmindedly ran his fingers through Einer's tousled hair, relishing the comforting and tranquil moment. Reluctantly, Einer pulled away, rolling onto his back and drawing Moe onto his chest. He grabbed a towel from the bedside table and gently wiped Moe's skin, who closed his eyes in blissful pleasure.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Einer lifted Moe's chin with his thumb, his touch tender as he stroked his cheek. Moe nodded, settling back against Einer's warm, solid chest.

Before heading to bed, they sat on the cool veranda, wrapped in blankets and extending their legs toward the portable heater, sipping warm gluhwein and admiring the breathtaking beauty of the autumn garden. Their conversation flowed lazily, devoid of the usual banter or sarcasm—a rare occurrence that Moe allowed in honor of Manny's achievement in passing the first part of his theory of knowledge project. The thought of having played a role in guiding Manny toward his goal, despite not being an educator by profession, filled Moe with warmth, making it impossible to resist sharing in the joy. They celebrated the milestone by going go-karting with Manny and then heading to the coast, where they indulged in takeaway food and sat on deck chairs, enjoying lively conversation and basking in their accomplishments. Upon returning to the mansion, a pleased Einer, who had received the news earlier in the day, presented Manny with the keys to the car he had previously been deprived of due to past misdeeds, and suggested they watch a movie together. It was the first time the three of them watched a movie in the home theater, and Moe, seated between the brothers, savored the feeling of being genuinely needed and useful. Though he didn't pay much attention to the film, focusing instead on clasping his hands together on his stomach to prevent the brothers from intertwining their fingers with his. Manny's slight sulky expression was the only discordant note in an otherwise wonderful evening, a fleeting moment of bitterness that gradually faded as they moved to the terrace with the thermos of gluhwein.

Moe savored small sips of hot wine, letting it warm him and maintain his good mood at the perfect level. He listened to Einar attentively, the latter also smiling as he looked at him, and basked in the gentle warmth of his presence, something he typically shielded himself from—yet today, he allowed it, for today was his mini-triumph. He accepted Einar's tender kiss, which carried hints of cinnamon and cloves, without turning it into a passionate clash to expel unnecessary, dangerous emotions. He agreed to Einar's suggestion to move to the bedroom, granting himself a brief deviation from the norm—sometimes, he, too, desired mental warmth.

Sensing Moe's mood, Einar also embraced it- he undressed slowly, showering kisses on Moe's exposed skin and caressing him reverently. Handing over the lubricant with care, he pushed inside slowly, hovering over Moe with gray eyes shining. The kiss felt like a revelation, the caresses a confession, and the movement toward him an acceptance. Moe luxuriated in the sweet tenderness of the moment, surrendering not just his body, but also his soul. It was a rare occurrence, one in which Einar clearly differentiated between mere physical coupling and genuine lovemaking—showing incredible affection and care compared to his usual dominant demeanor during encounters when Moe, emotionally closed off, offered himself as a meager token.

Moe drifted into a doze, inhaling the mingled scents of musk and sea, as Einar's fingertips traced soothing patterns on his back. Suddenly, he detected the faint, elusive undertone of Einar's pheromones amidst the sea salt and musk, causing him to tense up instantly. Silently discarding the blanket, he deftly evaded Einar's outstretched hands and offered a vague excuse. "I need to use the bathroom," he muttered, slipping away barefoot, his earlier illusions fading as reality set in. There was no place for games in a genuine relationship; he needed to gather his belongings, close this chapter before it went too far, and return to his own space, despite his earlier intentions.

Turning on the shower, he stood beneath the strong, cascading jets, the rush of water masking his somber thoughts. Glancing towards the bathroom door where Einar had disappeared, feeling the weight of melancholy settling in, Moe hurriedly shut off the water and slipped out of the shower.

"What's the rush, Moe?" Einar intercepted his hand before it reached for the towel.

"Nothing, I just prefer sleeping in my own room. I don't sleep well with you," Moe extricated his hand from Einar's warm grasp.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, we can catch up on sleep," Einar insisted, his gaze hardening as he enveloped Moe in his arms and guided him back into the shower stall. "You agreed to stay, Moe. There's no need to change your mind," he murmured against Moe's lips, preempting any verbal objections.

A couple of minutes later, Moe found himself pinned against the glass wall by Einar's powerful body, emitting ragged moans as desire surged through him. Einar was thrusting forcefully inside him, his movements assertive and vigorous, breaking down the barriers Moe had set up, claiming him with each passionate kiss and tight embrace. Just as Moe was about to succumb to a whimper, Einar paused, breathing heavily against the back of his neck and holding his hips in a strong grasp. With deliberate slowness, he began to move, teasing Moe with a pace that was both tantalizingly slow and gradually escalating in intensity.

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Einar skillfully brought Moe to the brink of orgasm, effortlessly lifting him, attached by the knot, and carrying him back to the bedroom. There, he laid Moe down on the bed, pressing him gently into the mattress. Moe gasped, trembling with waves of pleasure as he felt Einar's sperm rushing inside him, his moans echoing softly in the room. Drained and spent, Moe drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to resist, unable to muster the strength to leave for his own room.

Moe woke abruptly to the sound of an angry shout, quickly wiping his face with his palm, flinching at the suddenness of the memory stirred by the heartfelt conversations of the day before. For a moment, it felt as if Einar were still lying beside him. The jolt of the dream's aftermath was so intense it bordered on painful, and Moe grunted irritably, adjusting the fabric of his briefs to ease the discomfort caused by his erection. As he gradually regained his bearings, he shifted his attention to the displeased Miny, gently tweaking his nipple. Miny, nursing on one side, gripped the other nipple firmly, gazing up at Moe with tear-filled light blue eyes, gradually relaxing as he nursed.

Moe gazed affectionately at Miny, his heart softening at the sight of the tears pooling in those innocent eyes. Despite the emotional moment, he couldn't ignore the persistent arousal that lingered from his dreams, demanding release. As Miny grew older and the intervals between feeding increased, his body demanded natural hormonal processes, sex included.

But these natural processes were not there, if they lived in Singapore, Moe might have entrusted Miny to Datu and ventured out into the night to a classy club. There, he could have sought a one-night stand to release his tension. Alternatively, he could have considered a more stable option, akin to where he might find an alpha who, having experienced the fallout of a failed marriage, favored commitment-free sex.

Moe sighed wearily as he carefully transferred a content Miny to the other side. Tense with lingering arousal, he responded hoarsely to a cautious knock on the door, "Come in."

Datu entered, carrying a tray in his hands, and placed it carefully on the small bedside table. He whispered, "Good morning, sir! I've already prepared Miny's porridge and fruit. May I take him now?"

“Good morning, Datu. Yes, please,” Moe kissed his son's sweet, milky face, squinting with pleasure, and handed him over into his safe arms. Miny shrieked happily, kicked up his legs, wrapped his arms around Datu's neck, hooked his fingers into his pitch-black hair, and let himself be carried gracefully away.

Moe, as soon as the door closed, clumsily got up and strode to the bathroom to relieve the hormonal buildup that made his lower abdomen feel heavy. He dropped down his briefs and started pumping his fist fast and hard, moaning quietly. He came quickly but the pathetic release only whetted his appetite, he growled in frustration- man, he really needed sex. He washed his hands before returning to his coffee and ham and cheese sandwich. He ate slowly, his gaze fixed on a spot ahead of him, contemplating the inevitable- if he remained confined much longer, he would likely give in to someone, most likely Einar, who already devoured him with hungry eyes, his pheromones signaling an escalating desire as they locked gazes.

Becoming closer meant giving in—Einar wouldn't settle for mere physical intimacy. Oh no, he'd demand a complete reopening, a revival of past connections, or rather the establishment of a new one—none of that cowardly "no strings attached, no consequences" nonsense, but a full-on commitment with all the responsibilities of a proper family. Moe grumbled furiously, gulped down the remaining coffee, and rose to his feet, vehemently shaking his head in refusal—no way, that scenario was off the table!

A while later, freshly showered and dressed, Moe entered the living room, requested another cup of coffee, and dialed Daniel's number.

“Hey, Daniel. How's everything going?” Moe's words rushed out without pause. “Can you do me a favor? Tell me straight up! How much longer do I have to stay holed up here? I'm pretty sure I could slip away using a different identity, find a quiet place to settle down. The main culprits have been identified, the trial's underway, and I'm not even a witness. Moe Hayes is worthless to anyone!”

“Hold on, Moe,” Daniel's voice rose to interrupt his frantic stream. “And hello to you, too. The trial's in progress, but we haven't nailed down all the key players yet. Those who've been charged will likely try to strike deals soon. We're making progress, so just take it easy and relax. Is it really that bad out there?”

“How much longer is "soon" exactly?” Moe ran his fingers through his drying hair. “It's unbearable for a guy used to total freedom to be stuck in a cage like this. It sucks, Daniel, despite all the comforts and joys of life!”

“I can't give you an exact timeline, Moe,” Daniel replied gently. “I understand you're not a fan of being confined, but think about it - you're not in any danger, and that's what matters most. You'll be free before you know it.”

“That's the priority, indeed,” Moe conceded despondently. “But I'm fed up with it, Daniel!”

“Hang in there,” Daniel chuckled. “I have to run, so give Miny a kiss for me, and find something to keep yourself from getting too frustrated.”

“I'm already working, in case you've forgotten!” Moe snapped back. “So, I'm not just idly grumbling, and my frustration isn't from boredom, but from being fed up with all this shit.”

"Then get busy with your work," Daniel suggested before ending the call.

“Yeah, like that's going to solve anything,” Moe grumbled bitterly as he hung up the phone. "He does whatever he wants, goes wherever he pleases, sleeps with whoever he pleases, and then offers me useless advice."