Empath

Chapter 22

By the time Al got home from work, he was painfully hard for the first time in a while. He locked his bedroom door, changed out of his uncomfortable work pants and into soft sweatpants, and sat heavily down on the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief that the work day was over. He's been surprised by how much his empathy seemed to be improving lately. When he first got to the city, just being near people set him off. Now, it seems like he only really gets anxious when the people around him are particularly anxious. Maybe he just had to get used to being near people again, after all those years of isolation. The last two days of work had gone surprisingly well. Even when customers were irritable, he simply... Well, he still got irritable, but he's been doing a better job at handling it. So he's been feeling pretty good.

Even though Al couldn't feel Yui's attraction from a distance, like he could from other people, he certainly felt something from that kiss, the wink and Yui's words. For the first time, Al could be sure that the attraction he was feeling was his own, and not the other person's. He wanted Yui. He wanted those lips on his. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel his soft, warm lips on his cheek. He imagined those lips giving more kisses, slowly progressing closer and closer to his lips. When they got there, they pressed firmer and sucked slightly when seperating, before pressing firmly to his lips once more. Al imagined Yui opening his mouth, and Al opened his slightly, letting the imaginary Yui's tongue enter him. As he envisioned this, he slid his hand into his pants and delicately started rubbing.

As imaginary Yui's tongue explored Al's mouth, Al moved his tongue around as though feeling Yui's. He spread his legs slightly, as he imagined Yui reaching down and grabbing his penis. He held himself and stroked, trying to imagine his own large, rough fingers as Yui's soft, delicate ones. He took his other hand and first rubbed his balls for a moment. He took off his pants and underwear and got on his knees. He moistened his hand that wasn't already on his penis, and carefully started touching his anus.

Al hadn't gotten a very good look at it when he saw him naked for a second a while back. He imagined it was on the small side, but beautifully sculpted. He pictured it entering him as he inserted a finger into himself and let out a moan.

Al was curious what Yui could do to him. Yui was so experienced that he could probably make him feel things he's never felt before.

While thinking of this, Al penetrated himself a little deeper, letting out a soft moan. He couldn't free a hand to touch his chest, but he imagined the other man squeezing and licking his nipples. Just the thought of it heightened his pleasure. He held himself firmer and pumped faster. He was so close.

He spread his legs wider and shoved his finger in as deep and fast as he could from this angle. He let out a deep moan that he hoped Anabelle couldn't hear and released himself into some tissues.

He cleaned himself off and then caught his breath and let himself lay back on the pillow to recuperate. He could still feel his butt muscles pulsing, begging for more. He wanted the real thing.

What was he to Yui even? They hold hands, they sleep in the same bed. They've even kissed a couple times, just not on the lips. He even told him he likes him. He wants to be with him. The only thing stopping them from being together is Al's stubbornness and unwillingness to let go of the past. Al needs to let go. Maybe he should just ask Yui to take him and make him forget it all. But wouldn't that be hypocritical? He just yelled at Yui for taking people's memories and told him he has to stop for good, and now he's thinking of having Yui take his memories? But if Yui can't have sex without taking memories, it's not right of Al to tell the guy to never have sex again.

Al sighed and got up. He washed himself off in the bathroom before coming back to the bedroom and taking a short nap.

When he got up, he went into the kitchen and made General Tso's chicken with vegetables and rice for Yui to eat when he got home. Al's café job was mostly mornings, whereas Yui's arcade job was mostly afternoons or evenings, so they'd have to get used to not having a lot of time together. Basically, they just see each other late at night on days that they work.