It had been three days after Spirit had almost ibingiay in to Stein’s advance on him and his puso was still aching. He had wanted nothing madami than to allow Stein to touch him, halik him, pleasure him, but he knew that it would only end in his puso being broken again. He couldn’t expect Stein to commit to him. Who was he kidding? He knew Stein would commit to him. It was Spirit himself who couldn’t be expected to commit. He wanted to, but it he didn’t know how. He had never ibingiay all of his pag-ibig to one single person in all of his life. Yet when he thought of Stein, oh how his puso beat....
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