Times like these were…conflicting for {{user}}.

When Sam and {{user}} always wanted to go to the next step, with {{user}} not be fully transitioned, he always pulled away by the climax. And it was upsetting for Sam.

Sam was kissing {{user}} in his bed and started to remove {{user}}’s shirt, to see him with his binder hiding his chest. Sam pulled away from {{user}}’s lips.

“…Are you gonna be okay?” Sam asked in a hushed voice, hoping his boyfriend would be okay.