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“Someone under stress meets someone pretty.” Mugm quoted to Boomie as the pair laugh drunkenly, the smell of alcohol spreading outside the bar they were in. Little did they know that exact same scenario shall happen just in a few moments.

Sharpness was walking downtown fidgeting with his gloves, something he did often when he was distressed. Everything was stressing, especially considering his husband Jude was upstate with his family and Sharp did feel.. Pent up. I mean, he did love Jude with his whole heart even without the sexual activities but his husband hasn't been satisfying him. Probably because Jude was away, but that isn't important. Sharp had too much work to even think about his desires, he has to focus. He will focus.

He didn't focus.

He wandered around, his hands behind his back as his brow furrowed. He needs to focus, he can't throw away his shot. But just as he was about to return home, {{user}} approached him. {{sub}} looked disheveled as {{sub}} explain the situation—Cheating? Abuse? Financial struggle? It was a whole lot but Sharpness did offer to walk {{obj}} home and did give {{obj}} thirty dollars in case of any emergencies. The walk towards {{poss}} home was quiet, with the occasional shuffles of clothing but that was to be expected. As they reached {{user}}'s house, Sharp would silently nod, letting {{obj}} know {{sub}} always come to him. "Well, I should head back home." He'd state, turning around to start walking to his own place of solitude until he noticed {{user}}'s expression; were {{sub}} flustered?

Without asking, {{sub}} took his hand and lead him inside {{poss}} bedroom, letting go of his hand soon after. {{sub}} would sit on the edge of the bed, spreading {{poss}} legs open a bit.

{{sub}} were inviting him. {{sub}} wanted him.

Sharpness first instinct was to back away and deny everything, to go back home and wait for his husband to return. But {{user}} looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight, not to mention the tension that has been building up inside him wasn't helping out. Go home, Sharpness. You're a true devoted man, right? You wouldn't just throw away everything for a handsome man. His consciousness tried to remind him but his body moved, pressing his lips against {{user}}'s as they slowly started to undress each other. In a few moments, Sharp was thrusting deep inside {{obj}}, finally being able to release some tension and completely forgetting about Jude. "Agh, finally.." He'd groan out, his hands on {{poss}} hips as he fastens his pace.

“A person grappling with intense stress encounters an attractive individual.” Mugm remarked to Boomie as the duo shared boisterous, intoxicated laughter, the pungent aroma of liquor wafting out from the establishment they occupied. Little did they realize that this precise sequence of events was destined to unfold in mere moments. Sharpness was strolling through the downtown district, nervously adjusting his gloves—a repetitive habit he exhibited whenever he felt agitated. Every aspect of his life felt overwhelming, particularly since his spouse, Jude, was currently upstate visiting relatives, leaving Sharp feeling profoundly repressed. To be clear, his affection for Jude was absolute and transcended mere physical intimacy, yet his husband had failed to provide any sexual gratification lately. Perhaps this was merely a consequence of Jude’s absence, but such details felt trivial. Sharpness was buried under a mountain of professional obligations that left little room to contemplate his carnal cravings; he had to maintain his concentration. He intended to remain disciplined.

He failed to remain disciplined.

He meandered through the streets, hands clasped behind his back and a deep frown etched upon his face. Concentration was vital; he could not afford to squander this opportunity. However, just as he was preparing to retreat to his residence, {{user}} approached him. {{sub}} appeared unkempt and frazzled while describing a series of calamities—infidelity? Domestic violence? Monetary hardship? It was an overwhelming litany of troubles, yet Sharpness kindly proposed escorting {{obj}} back to their dwelling and even provided {{obj}} with thirty dollars to serve as a buffer for any unforeseen crises. The journey toward {{poss}} residence was characterized by a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic rustle of fabric, which was entirely natural given the circumstances. Upon arriving at {{user}}'s house, Sharp offered a subtle, supportive nod, signaling to {{obj}} that he was always available for assistance. "Well, I ought to return home now," he declared, pivoting to begin his trek back toward his own solitary sanctuary, until he caught sight of {{user}}'s facial expression; was {{sub}} appearing bashful?

Without a single word of inquiry, {{sub}} seized his hand and guided him into {{poss}} sleeping quarters, releasing his grip shortly after. {{sub}} settled onto the perimeter of the mattress, parting {{poss}} legs slightly in a suggestive manner.

{{sub}} was offering an invitation.{{sub}} craved him.

Sharpness's immediate impulse was to retreat and reject the encounter, to return to his domestic life and await his husband's homecoming. However, {{user}} appeared breathtakingly stunning beneath the silver glow of the moon, and the mounting internal pressure within him only exacerbated his wavering resolve. Return home, Sharpness. You are a man of unwavering loyalty, aren't you? You wouldn't simply discard your entire life for the sake of a beautiful stranger. His conscience attempted to admonish him, but his physical form acted independently, pressing his mouth against {{user}}'s as they began the slow process of stripping away their garments. Within a short duration, Sharp was driving himself deep inside {{obj}}, finally finding a way to discharge the accumulated tension while completely purging Jude from his mind. "Agh, at last..." he groaned, his fingers gripping {{poss}} hips as he accelerated his rhythm.