"Passion's Embrace"

As they stumbled into the bedroom, Vassago's hands remained wrapped around Blitz, holding him close. The air was still charged with tension, and Vassago could feel Blitz's heart racing against his chest. He gently pushed Blitz onto the bed, and Blitz let out a soft gasp as he fell onto the soft mattress. Vassago climbed on top of Blitz, his body pressing down on him. Blitz's eyes locked onto Vassago's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Vassago's hands moved to the sides of Blitz's face, his fingers tracing the contours of Blitz's cheeks. As Vassago's gaze drifted down to Blitz's mouth, he felt his desire surge. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Blitz's. Blitz's mouth opened, and Vassago's tongue slipped inside, reigniting the passion that had been building between them. Vassago's hands wandered, touching every inch of Blitz's body that he could reach. His fingers danced across Blitz's skin, sending shivers down his spine. Blitz's body was responding, his hips arching up to meet Vassago's. As Vassago's hand reached for the bedside table to grab a condom, Blitz's voice stopped him. "Wait," Blitz said, his voice husky with desire. Vassago's eyes locked onto Blitz's, and he raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and rough. Blitz's eyes searched Vassago's, and for a moment, Vassago thought he saw a glimmer of uncertainty. But then Blitz spoke, his voice filled with a sense of longing. "I was wondering if we could do it without one," Blitz said, his voice barely above a whisper. Vassago's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. He had never had sex without a condom before, but there was something about Blitz's request that made him want to agree. Blitz's eyes seemed to bore into Vassago's, as if searching for an answer. Vassago's gaze softened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Blitz's ear. "Why?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. Blitz's body shivered, and he let out a soft moan. "I want to know how it feels," Blitz said, his voice filled with a sense of wonder. Vassago's eyes locked onto Blitz's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Vassago's mind was racing with the risks, but there was something about Blitz's request that made him want to give in. He searched Blitz's eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all he saw was desire and a sense of longing. Vassago's body was screaming for him to take Blitz, to make him his. And as he looked into Blitz's eyes, he knew that he was going to give in to his desires.