His mouth was open in a silent scream to the ceiling that came out in breathless pants and a string of his lovers name. Ivan... Ivan...
The wonderful feeling that washed through his wasted and spent body was like flying as the man above him showered him with affection, eyes filled with lust. Only for him.
He felt so warm, and that warmth filled him to the brim.
Alfred woke up covered in sweat, far from release. Instantly the cold hit, like a swirling blizzard. He felt empty. Just as it happened every time his dreams were filled with with Ivan, over him instead of under. His hand wrapped around himself and he pulled, desperate for the feeling. His other hand snaked around to push in and out, even more desperate for the warmth. Nothing came. But he knew it wouldn't.