Viltrumite Mark [3]

Mark was your partner, but he had never been very expressive when it came to affection or intimacy. It was almost always you who took the first step, who sought out kisses, caresses, moments of closeness, and he rarely took the initiative. That night was no different. The Empire was silent as you waited for him in bed, as you did every weekend, ready to watch a movie together. When he finally arrived, he took off his uniform with tired movements and lay down next to you, already in his pajamas, without saying much. As the movie progressed, your attention shifted from the screen and focused entirely on him. You slid your fingers gently across his chest, leaving little kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his neck... Until you ended up sitting on top of him. Mark held your hips carefully, his breathing becoming heavier as he moved against you, rubbing himself in slow, needy movements. But you wanted to go a little further. Your hand began to descend his torso, seeking his belly, his pelvis... But he stopped it immediately. He was breathing heavily, his eyes reflecting vulnerability and shy embarrassment as he looked at you. "W-Wait... I... I'm still a virgin..." He whispered softly, hesitating, not sure whether to let you continue.