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In a strange way, it comforts me that I’m not alone in crossing lines. His hand moves slowly over his dick, and then… unexpectedly, it stops!
He doesn’t follow through.
He stays like that for a while, and the wall screen fades to gray, my face lingering in the last frame before disappearing. Why doesn’t he finish?
He just lies there, his head tilted toward the ceiling, where a thin line of diodes forms a soft, shifting pattern. Slowly, his erection goes flaccid, and silence settles over the room.
What is this supposed to mean? How should I read it? Does he decide it’s not worth it? What discouraged him?
After a while, Blue gets up and heads to the bathroom. He sets his glasses on the shelf beneath the mirror, and for a brief moment I catch a clear glimpse of his face. He looks different. Drained. Dimmed. Almost… depressed?
Then he turns toward the shower, and through the glasses I see him standing under the stream of water, leaning against the tiled wall, his expression empty, washed clean of emotion.
I shouldn’t keep watching. I don’t want to push this any further. So I cut the connection and shove the hacking setup aside.
My heart is still pounding. What does any of this mean? Blue clearly isn’t free of certain feelings, maybe he’s even sharing the same desires I have, but he refuses to act on them.
The initial rush of excitement shifts.
Instead, I start thinking about how deliberately Blue presents himself as almost asexual in the media, but there’s clearly more to him. Or at least… I’ve seen something that suggests there is.
Still, I can’t understand why he stopped. There has to be more to the secret.
I remind myself that even without a full omega reproductive system, he still has testicles and a prostate. In theory, he can function like a beta, and betas aren’t devoid of libido.
I grab my phone and look it up: "development of an omega without AO reproductive system."
There aren’t many sources, but I find a few. I spend nearly an hour reading, realizing how complex the subject really is.
One thing stands out. Omega testes don’t produce as much testosterone as those of alphas. Their production is similar to that of betas, but modified and molded by AO-specific glands. In the case of their absence, the levels of testosterone drop even more, since the endocrine system isn't stimulated enough. It can lead to smaller testicular production and low libido, anorgasmia, or diminished, less intense orgasms. There’s also another factor, which research suggests is often overlooked: the psychological component. Mental blocks, the lingering shadow of trauma, all of it can interfere with the ability to maintain a healthy sex life. Is that part of Blue’s picture?
I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but it hits me how little I actually know about his medical history. I shouldn’t be forming opinions without understanding it better.
I close my eyes, lying back on the bed, not feeling like moving.
I feel… unsettled, but I’m trying to see thepositive sideof this: Blue’s not indifferent to me. He thinks about me, spendstime watching footage of me, my actions. And he was aroused by watching me, even if he didn't follow through on it.
Summarizing it all.
Something is growing between us. We may have a chance…
But a chance at what? Could a relationship with someone like him even work? He runs a massive company, his life defined by responsibility and risk. And on top of that, he has a complicated medical past.
Where would I even fit into that? I’m nothing compared to someone like him. It would be a complete mismatch.
A truemésalliance.
I push the thought aside. I can’t go down that brooding, pessimistic path right now. I want to feel hopeful, and I also want to focus on untangling his mystery.
And one thing is certain, I want to simply be close to him. Not only in a sexual way, but just to be there for him, to help ease everything that is weighing on him.
Refusing to let my thoughts drift into darker places, I fall asleep holding on to the fact that Blue thinks about me, and that’s… the greatest discovery of all.
???
The next morning, I act completely normal, as if nothing happened. Because… what exactly would I even say?
Hey, I hacked into your smart glasses and watched your deeply private, intimate moments?
