Of course, as a homosexual like others, the drive has never reduced in these times and desperate people will start eating whatever they might get.
Let's begin from something simple. Sex with him last week was utter annoyance - after multiple times of trying to get him stood. The problem is he doesn't want to come when there's an opportunity. Try living in my underpants, you'll know it's damn tiring to serve you. Personally I don't think taking *that* long to come is great sex. Particularly for the other party that's already yawning.
You, BL, on the other hand is horny. I know that when you jumped on my bed and hugged me despite your mattress I provided to keep you away, and that's a new ominous sign I see - knowing things are about to get really ugly with your boyfriend and the view from our newly discovered semi open-minded fruitfly, this is another drama in brew. I can see SGG's envious face, flaming in jealousy and that urge in him to put me out of the picture.
I never dared for an amnesty.
But one thing I enjoyed the most are still the moments of laughter when we crack jokes after a mediocre orgasm from a mundane but revisited sex. Naked and worn, the muffled lights from distant fluorescent lamps radiating from the curtained window now looking after our quiet snores.