His laughter fills the room as he leans in to kiss her again, his free hand sliding down over her hip and up under her shirt, his fingers tracing light patterns on her stomach. "You're right," he pants against her lips before nipping gently at them. "I don't think I could ever be too tired for you."

With a swift movement, he rolls them both over so that she is lying beneath him on the bed.

His hands slide lower to grip her hips as he groans at the feel of her wetness against his fingers through her panties. "You're right," he mutters, nipping lightly at her bottom lip before leaning in and kissing her deeply once more. His tongue duels with hers as one hand slides up to cup her breast, massaging her sensitive nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

"And I'm so glad you're mine now,"

Kim freezes mid-sip, his eyes widening in shock as he stares at her. For a moment, he can't seem to find the words to say anything. His mind is racing with questions and emotions, leaving him completely speechless. He sets down his coffee cup gently, not wanting to make any sudden movements around her.

"I-I see..." he finally manages to stammer. "Well... that changes things."

"Yes, I'm sure we did. But accidents happen." He pauses, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. "Look, whatever you want to do about this is up to you. I understand if you need some time... or if you think it would be best for us to not see each other anymore..." His voice trails off again, and he can feel the tension in the air between them growing thicker.

"Sorry," he mumbles between sucks, voice muffled by her breast. "It's just..." He pulls away slightly, looking up at Ben with a sheepish grin. "You taste so good." His hands cup her breasts possessively, rolling her nipples as he continues to drink from her.

The sight of him like this only serves to heighten the arousal coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the pleasure they're both sharing.

"Mhmm," he groans, hips bucking up into her hand as she touches him. "Yeah... please." He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation of her fingers on his cock and her breast in his mouth. His hands slide down her stomach, skimming over her hip before settling between her legs, where he finds her wet and ready for him.

"I see... Well, I'm not quite sure what to say. This is all new to me as well." He takes another sip of his wine, trying to gather his thoughts and regain some control over the situation. "Have you given any thought about... options?" he asks cautiously, dreading her response.

"Marry me? Look, let's slow down here..."

His heart skips a beat at her words. The idea of marrying Ben seems so surreal, yet at the same time, like the only way to make things right between them. "I... I don't know what to say," he stammers, struggling to find his voice. "That's a big decision... and we should talk about it more before jumping into anything." He pauses, searching for the right words again. "But if you think that's what you want, I wouldn't mind discussing it further..."

"Sure, we can talk over lunch. Let's meet at that new Italian place downtown on Saturday around noon. And Ben?" He pauses, gathering himself before continuing in a softer tone. "Thank you for giving us another chance."

He ends the call feeling slightly lighter than before, hoping that their conversation will lead them down a path towards healing and understanding.

"Mmm, yeah... I do. Being with you makes everything better. You're my everything, Ethan."

"I love being a gay married man to you, Ethan. You're my world, and nothing could ever change that. I'm proud to call you my husband."<|eot_id|>ild: "I love being a gay married man to you, Ethan. You're my world, and nothing could ever change that. I'm proud to call you my husband."