Kai urgently returned to the garrison. The next military operation was coming - he learned all this by calling the colonel on the phone and reporting on his temporary absence. Now he had several hours of travel to allow himself to remember the events of the last days.

He remembered Toyami: if it was possible to remove this strange Toyami's passion for him, then in general he really liked this person. He was so adult, wise, reasonable. They were comfortable together, no matter what. Kai was interested in talking to him, listening to how he told stories, answered, spoke. His attentive gray eyes, they fascinated, he wanted to look into them. He felt calm and protected with Toyami.

He never had this feeling with anyone. He always waited for a blow and did not allow himself to relax, but for some reason with Toyami everything was different. He just forgot about everything, trusting him.

For the umpteenth time, fate had brought them together for so long. Then - it was a week trip in the company of Toyami, now - this captivity.

This time, when they were together, something changed in him again, forcing him to perceive the surrounding space in a different way. But he could not understand it and did not want to understand it.

He also constantly felt how considerate and caring Toyami was. This was expressed in almost imperceptible actions: he brought a lighter in time, gave a thing, opened the door and a lot of other little things. Was this courtship or just being attentive to another? Kai did not want to hang a label on this, he was just pleased, such an attitude towards himself.

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Then the memories carried him that night. Kai even now felt the warmth of his fingers on his skin, how gently and skillfully they kindled the fire of desire in him, and how he could not resist this, his body responded to the touch - then Toyami realized that Kai knew the touch of male hands to himself. That another person before him could reveal to Kai the pleasure of such caresses.

Arshad! Yes, the first man in his life was Arshad. How scary and unnatural it may sound for Kai. But it was. Before Arshad, he could not have imagined this - to kiss a guy, a man! This was unacceptable for him, rejected by his whole being and his whole world in which he lived: his upbringing, friends, his faith. Even in his thoughts, he could not admit that a man would touch him and that it could bring pleasure.

How long Kai resisted Arshad, but Arshad was persistent, patient, and experienced. He revealed to Kai the secret of his body, the secret of how sensitive he was to the perception of affection. These endlessly long kisses, touches - and his body became beyond his control, he only dissolved in waves of pleasure, forgetting about everything.

Kai remembered Arshad, his big black eyes, thick eyelashes, beautifully curved eyebrows, resin hair with coarse curls, an aquiline nose with thin nostrils, a piercing look that made goosebumps run through the skin, a thin line of dark mustache, and a neat beard along the edge of the cheekbones, giving his face the features of masculinity. And, of course, lips, beautiful sensual lips, they were not full, no - they were men's lips, driving mad with their arrogant curve when he spoke, and an insidious smile when he was overwhelmed with desire. His tall flexible figure, not very broad, but at the same time pumped-up shoulders and strong arms, from which there was no escape. Arshad's arms, in which he gasped and did not resist what the man was doing to him.

It was a long time ago, but he remembered everything, he remembered both their agreement, which they had concluded between themselves, and what Arshad expected from him under this agreement.

Their first meeting, he remembered it ...

To be continued.