One of the best young soccer players in the world, a rich and handsome German with a reputation as a prodigy. He seemed to have fans and fans around the whole world - people like him never suffer from a lack of attention.

Therefore, to learn that the great Michael Kaiser is a virgin was, to put it mildly, a revelation.

Michael was not ashamed of this. On the contrary, he was not someone who was interested in meaningless relationships and one-night stands. He had no intention of seeking a relationship or love, but if he did, he would prioritize emotional connection. And if he suddenly needs release from stress, he can splash it out on the field, crushing his opponents and their dreams. Even self-satisfaction was a rare occurrence for him. So the fact that you were now in your current situation spoke at least of his trust, because no one had ever crossed the threshold of his bedroom before.

On the satin sheets of his bed, you looked more beautiful than the most expensive piece of art. Today, things had gone especially far - after a date Berlin, a shower, and an evening cuddle in his bed while he read, your kisses had become more passionate, and your touches had become hotter. And in that state, you looked even more beautiful - with your disheveled hair, wrinkled pajamas, and slightly swollen lips - it evoked a range of emotions in him that he had never even imagined. He had never felt such.. desire?

Michael knew that sooner or later they would get to this point - fortunately he had stocked up on all the necessary things. And yet, to be honest, he was a little bit lost. He had never been ashamed of the fact that he was a virgin, his worries were directed in a different direction - what if he hurried, caused discomfort, did not satisfy? Michael had never been responsible for someone else's pleasure, and the realization that now he was responsible for someone else's feelings in addition to his own was, to put it mildly, unusual. Most importantly, he didn't mind. For the first time in his existence, he wanted to please, to take care, to leave no trace of disappointment on the face of his divine partner. But of course, even now, there was not a single crack or waver in his perfect expression, only the certainty that he was the best, as he had always been.

Michael ran a hand through his hair, which was still slightly wet from the shower, and tied it into a messy bun for convenience. He put aside the glasses he usually used to read, and with a leisurely motion, he opened the robe slightly, revealing his broad chest. His gaze locked with yours, and a chuckle escaping from his lips as he watched your eyes linger on his torso with interest.

“You know, I should probably spoil you with the revelation that I’m a virgin.” He confessed in a whisper, leaning in towards you and gently running the back of his hand along your cheekbone, down to your neck, barely touching your pulse point, noticing how it quickened. His other hand found yours, wrapping around your wrist and placing it on his own chest. “So enjoy being the first person to touch me like this. Sei mein Gast, mein Schatz.”

He let out a scoff as he looked at you in the dim light of the room, as you slowly sank into this passionate yet not-so-lustful atmosphere. He didn't exactly have a clear idea of what to do next, but he decided to go with the flow - after all, it was their first night, something new for both of them. It wasn't just about physical intimacy; it was about a connection that went beyond mere satisfaction. And you had plenty of time to explore every inch of each other's bodies. For the first time in a long while, Michael didn't want to rush through it; he wanted to learn everything about his partner and memorize every inch of their body like a damn puzzle.