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Magnus nods, absorbing my words. “That’s a tough spot to be in,” he says gently, his expression softening. “What do you want, then? What do you both want?”

I glance at Leo, who’s finally looking back at me, and something shifts in his eyes. It’s as if he knows we can’t keep navigating this mess without confronting it. “I want to feelconnected again,” I admit. “I want us to rediscover whatever we once had, without all the chaos and noise.”

Leo exhales slowly, running a hand over his face. “I want that too,” he responds, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I also don’t know how to get there. It feels like we’ve built up so many walls between us.”

“Then maybe,” Magnus interjects, his tone thoughtful, “you need to start tearing those walls down one brick at a time. But first, you have to talk about it. Not just the intimate stuff, but the everyday things that have been neglected.”

I nod, feeling a glimmer of hope flickering to life. “Do you think we can?” I ask Leo, a mixture of vulnerability and determination bubbling in my chest.

“I want to try,” he replies, his voice steadier now.

Magnus leans forward, refilling our glasses with a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, tell me,” he says, his voice low and inviting, “do you have any fantasies? No matter how wild or outrageous they may seem, it's so important to feel comfortable enough to share those thoughts with someone you trust. And remember, sharing doesn’t mean you have to act on them. Sometimes just talking about it deepens that bond between you, creating a space where both partners feel truly connected.”

CHAPTER 5

LEO

Do I have any fantasies?

The sexual part of my brain has been dormant for so long that I can't even recall what might ignite that interest. “I’m not really sure,” I respond, a hint of embarrassment creeping in. “I’ve always been pretty vanilla, so anything risqué feels like an entirely new world to me.”

“I think I might have a few?” Mason blurts out. The couple of shots we’ve downed in such a short time seem to hit him harder than they do me, as his face and neck flush bright red, a sure sign he’s had too much to drink.

I look at him, surprised and ask, “You do?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he says, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he shrugs. “Nothing too crazy, really. But lately, I’ve been feeling so touch-starved. The idea of you spending an entire night worshipping me, it’s intoxicating. Just the thought of you doing whatever you want with me, of surrendering completely, it stirs something deep inside. I just want you to use me.”

“That's good, Mason. What else?” Magnus prompts, leaning forward with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Toys, maybe?” Mason suggests, his shrug nonchalant, but there's a spark of excitement in his voice.

I shoot Magnus a disapproving frown as I watch him grin, pouring us another drink with an ease that feels almost reckless. It's unsettling how comfortable he seems, diving headfirst into a conversation about sex with a couple of strangers.

I glance over at Mason, I catch him stealing a heated glance at Magnus, something fierce and hungry in his eyes. I brace myself for that familiar sting of anger and jealousy to bubble up, but to my surprise, those feelings never come. Instead, a warm, electric pulse of arousal begins to unfurl in my gut.

Could it be the alcohol clouding my judgment? I’m not sure, but I find myself vividly imagining what it would be like to watch them together, the way their bodies might move in sync, the shared laughter, the thrill of exploration. To my own astonishment, the thought ignites something deep inside me, stirring a yearning I didn’t expect.

I’m pulled from my thoughts by Mason’s voice slicing through the air. “Well, we’ve never used toys on each other. We stick to our roles, and that’s always worked for us.”

His tone makes me curious, what exactly are those roles? I glance between Mason and Magnus, trying to gauge their dynamics. There’s an ease between them, a rhythm I can’t quite put my finger on. The idea that they have this established framework is intriguing.

Magnus chuckles, a low, throaty sound that makes the heat in my gut flare even more. “Roles can be exciting, but sometimes a little spontaneity can bring an entirely new dimension.” He leans back, his gaze never wavering from Mason, as if he’s challenging him to consider something different.

“What do you think about that, Leo?” he asks, a playful glint in his eyes. “Have you ever thought about spicing things up with Mason? If he just got naked in front of you and said you can do whatever you want to me? What would you do?”

The room seems to shrink around us, and I feel heat creeping up my neck. The thought of Mason, standing there in his bare skin, vulnerable and inviting, sends a surge of adrenaline coursing through me.

I glance at Mason, whose expression is surprisingly open, encouraging even. There's a flicker of something, perhaps curiosity or maybe desire, in his gaze that sends my pulse racing.

At that moment, I realise that perhaps it’s time to dig deeper into this uncharted territory, teetering on the edge of something undeniably exciting.

I watch as Mason glides his fingers down his neck, his breath quickening. I recognise the distant look in his eyes, a tell-tale sign that he’s turned on, and it sends a thrill through me. “I-I don’t know?” I stutter, my words tumbling out, faltering under the weight of the moment.

Magnus reaches out, his hand sliding up Mason’s thigh with a confidence that makes my heart race and my stomach churn. “Come on, Leo. Think harder. Your boyfriend is a handsome man, isn’t he?” he teases, his voice light but charged with something deeper.

I feel a knot tighten in my chest, unsure of Magnus’s motives. Is he trying to provoke me, to stir up jealousy? Or is there a genuine invitation in his actions, pushing me to explore our boundaries? I shift my gaze between the two of them, feeling like a spectator in my own life as the heat in the room intensifies.

Mason doesn’t pull away; instead, he leans into Magnus’s touch, eyes half-lidded and a small smirk playing on his lips. It’s a sight that both entices and unsettles me.




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