[Johan's POV]
"Are you really that tired, Love?"
With one arm draped over his eyes, Johan released a small grunt. His body weighed the thousand ice blocks, sinking his back to the soft red bedsheets of his bed. His legs dangled at the edge with Alden's body wedged in between.
"That's a bummer. You were so into it just a few moments ago," Alden said, giving a squeeze to his semi-erect manhood.
"Swimming burned me out."
Despite his diminished arousal, however, Alden didn't stop his ministration. Grabbing the elastic garter of his underwear, Alden tugged it completely off of Johan, leaving him with just a blue shirt on.
Johan simply laid on his back, unmoving, unresisting. With Alden, he didn't have to do anything, unless he was ordered to. His boyfriend wanted complete control when they're having sex.
"You're quite obedient today," Alden remarked.
