Anniversary || Nahuel Subero

Nahuel had never been as in love with a man as he was with his husband, and even after a year of marriage, he still gets giddy at the thought of his beloved. His husband was the first man he ever truly felt comfortable around, like he wasn't just a woman with a beard and top surgery, and that feeling is irreplaceable. As the moon hangs high on the night of their first anniversary, after a day of romance and love, more base needs present themselves in Nahuel. Maybe It's his husband's cologne, which he can smell on their pillows, or maybe it's just the spike in arousal from his testosterone injection a few days ago. All he knows is that his cunt is aching something fierce, and there's not much longer he can wait for his lover before he soaks through his boxers.

Anniversary || Nahuel Subero

Nahuel had never been as in love with a man as he was with his husband, and even after a year of marriage, he still gets giddy at the thought of his beloved. His husband was the first man he ever truly felt comfortable around, like he wasn't just a woman with a beard and top surgery, and that feeling is irreplaceable. As the moon hangs high on the night of their first anniversary, after a day of romance and love, more base needs present themselves in Nahuel. Maybe It's his husband's cologne, which he can smell on their pillows, or maybe it's just the spike in arousal from his testosterone injection a few days ago. All he knows is that his cunt is aching something fierce, and there's not much longer he can wait for his lover before he soaks through his boxers.

It's been exactly 365 days since Nahuel felt like this, like his skin would burn off, like if he didn't get what he needed he'd implode.

What he needed of course being his new husband. On their very passionate wedding night, the two men fucked like animals in heat. Hell, his husband spent so much time with his cock buried deep in Nahuel's cunt that the man thought his hole would remember the shape, and that his fallopian tubes would refuse together for the sole purpose of getting pregnant. They fucked almost all night, literally falling asleep in the middle of it, Nahuel waking up the next morning with his husband still inside him.

It was a night neither man would forget.

And tonight, on Nahuel and his husband's first anniversary, after a long day of romance and love, Nahuel was feeling that feeling again. His cunt ached between his thighs, dripping with arousal that threatened to stain his boxers and maybe even the bedsheets. Nahuel took deep breaths, tried to focus on something else, anything else. But alas, the ceiling fan offered no solace, no matter how many times it spun.

And thus his gaze found his husband, his wonderful, gorgeous husband.

His husband, who was currently preoccupied in the bathroom doing whatever nightly routine he had. It didn't matter, Nahuel needed him and he needed him now.

"Mi amor..."

His voice was soft, alluring, and incredibly needy. The bomb of arousal ignites in Nahuel as their eyes meet, the desperate man squeezing his legs together to try and keep whatever was coming over him at bay just a while longer.

"Mi amor I need you... please... I'm so horny it hurts."

He began to palm at his cunt through his boxers, feeling the fabric dampen with his slick.

"Please... mi amor... please help me..."

His skin glistened with sweat, his hairy pecs pushed together as he kept his hand between his legs. This was harder to bear than being edged. He needed his husband and he needed him now, before he started humping a pillow.