He took off the condom to breed him & abandon him.

he slipped past the boundary… left more than he should have, then disappeared

They weren’t supposed to stay that long.

It was one of those nights that pretends to be casual—music low, bodies closer than necessary, eyes doing most of the talking. The kind where nothing is said directly, but everything is understood.

He trusted him.
Not fully… but enough to let the moment unfold.

There had been rules. Quiet ones. The kind you don’t write down, but both pretend to respect.

And for a while, he did.

Breath against skin, hands learning without asking, that slow pull into something deeper than either of them admitted they wanted. Time blurred. The room shrank. It felt… almost like connection.

Almost.

Then something shifted.

Subtle.
Too subtle to stop, too late to question.

A line crossed in silence.

No words. No warning. Just a quiet decision made by one… that would stay with the other.

And when it was over, there was no tenderness waiting on the other side.

Just distance.

He got up like it meant nothing. No hesitation, no glance back. The kind of detachment that feels rehearsed—like he’d already left before his body followed.

The door clicked.

And suddenly the room felt heavier than before they even touched.

He stayed there for a while, staring at nothing, trying to understand what had just happened… or maybe trying not to.

Because it wasn’t just about the act.

It was the absence of care.
The way something was taken, not shared.
The way a moment that felt mutual… turned into something else entirely.

Something colder.

Something that lingered.