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What a beautiful moment with Tim wondering if it's their last night and Buster saying "shut up" as they are both hoping their nights together will never end. It's been such a journey for them, the initial attraction, the passion of discovery, then all the rocky times and rough spots, but at last an understanding that they have something amazing and truly wonderful. Buster insisting on having sex in front of the glass wall open for the world to see is indicative of his acceptance of himself and Tim as lovers. Then, Buster's wondering about future Tims as he nears climax with Kristen is telling us much not just about how Buster can compartmentalize his sexual passions and also how much he loves Tim. This was a superb chapter, and you are masterful in the portrayal of these two unlikely lovers.Thank you for making my night!
ReplyDeletesometimes your Buster strikes me selfish, he want have everything, his life with his wife and his passion with Tim. but totally love your slash, I hope you post soon.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much!!!
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