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Doctor Gadermann returned home from mall shopping, parked into the basement, and ascended the spiral staircase from the villa's ground floor to the living room balcony.
On the equipment by the French window, Rudel diligently placed both hands on the parallel bars, slowly moving his intact but weak left leg.
Hearing Gadermann's footsteps, he struggled to raise his head, cheeks flushed from the effort, forehead beaded with sweat.
Gadermann placed the heavy shopping bags on the ground and walked over to his boyfriend. Rudel, supported by Gadermann, stepped off the parallel bars and, half-carried by the doctor, sat back in his wheelchair.
Gadermann squatted down and held Rudel's hand. His palm was warm and sweaty. With his other hand, Gadermann pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Rudel's sweat.
Rudel looked dejected. After so much effort, he still couldn't stand on his own. He closed his eyes, sighed, and tightened his grip on Gadermann's hand.
"What's for dinner?" Rudel turned his attention to the bulging shopping bag beside him.
"I bought artichokes, asparagus, and cod." Gadermann smiled and stroked Rudel's hair. "I'll make a salad, and your favorite pan-fried cod with asparagus."
"Hmm..." Rudel, seemingly exhausted, gave a soft, agreeing sound.
Gadermann stood up, but Rudel didn't let go of Gadermann's hand. Gadermann understood Rudel's meaning and pushed the wheelchair toward the kitchen.
After the accident, the steps between the living room and kitchen were rebuilt. The kitchen sloped gently, making it easy to navigate. Gadermann wheeled Rudel into the kitchen.
Rudel took the ceramic knife and began peeling artichokes at the lower sink, while Gadermann carefully tended to the asparagus.
As Gadermann fried the cod, he turned to look at Rudel, who sat beside him and was absorbed in staring at the fish fillet in the pan at eye level.
The setting sun shone through the window, casting a golden glow on his hair.
Gadermann suddenly leaned over and kissed Rudel, spatula still in hand, then quickly returned to tending to the cod in the pan.
Rudel grasped Gadermann's trouser with two fingers. Gadermann chuckled as he flipped the fillet over, deliberately not looking back, imagining the expression on his boyfriend's face.
After a light coating of white pepper and salt, Gadermann placed two fish fillets and a salad on the table.
Rudel wheeled with Gadermann to the small dining table by the floor-to-ceiling window. The tablecloth had just been changed to a new light green checkered tablecloth, in keeping with the warm, enlightening spring season.
Rudel didn't say anything, but Gadermann watched him eat each bite carefully and cleanly. Seeing that his cooking was to his liking, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
After dinner, Gadermann cleared the table and any leftovers. Rudel wheeled his wheelchair to water the plants on the porch.
Gadermann went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes for both of them and placed them by the bathroom door.
When Gadermann leaned over and unbuttoned the collar of Rudel's white housecoat from behind, his hands naturally slid in through the collar and caressed the soft, relaxed chest muscles.
Rudel flushed, grabbed Gadermann's wrist, but only helped the doctor to pull him closer.
Gadermann gently tilted his face toward him, his lips brushing Rudel's earlobe, and then placed several warm kisses behind his ear and on his neck.
"Hmm... Hmm," Rudel gasped as Gadermann kneaded his chest, but he forcefully pried Gadermann's hands away.
"First... first, let's have a bath."
Gadermann took a deep breath, suppressed the slight lust that had just been aroused by his boyfriend's sweet breaths, and helped him remove the rest of his clothes.
With Gadermann's help, Rudel was lowered into the bathtub, and Gadermann also entered. The hot water in the tub was just enough to cover his chest, and they felt an instant sense of comfort.
The warm air from the scented candles on the bay window rustled the gilded windmill, making a soft, whirring sound.
Gadermann applied shower gel to Rudel's back, using a skillful, muscle-relaxing massage technique to create a rich lather.
Rudel lay on the edge of the tub, his head resting in his arms, almost falling asleep.
After a pleasurable bath, Rudel climbed out of the tub on his own, wrapped himself in a towel, and dried himself.
Gadermann also changed into a bathrobe, but instead of going outside to get Rudel his robe, he lifted Rudel—wrapped in the towel—and pushed open the bedroom door with his foot.
"Hmm? What are you doing..." Rudel asked knowingly, then buried his head in the crook of Gadermann's shoulder.
Gadermann carefully laid Rudel on the bed and peeled off the towel wrapped around Uli like a present—revealing a damp, honey-colored, firm and plump body.
After such a long period of inability to walk after such a tragic accident, the remaining muscles in Rudel’s limbs inevitably began to weaken. But with the doctor’s meticulous care, his boyfriend's complexion had visibly improved.
Gadermann placed his hand on Rudel's intact left leg, slowly massaging from the toes to the ankle and calf.
"Do you feel it?"
Rudel shook his head.
Gadermann's hand inched its way over his boyfriend’s knees to waist. Rudel writhed in the tickling. Gadermann then began pinching the stump of Rudel's right leg, gradually moving upwards.
Again, Rudel shook his head.
Gadermann smiled a little disappointedly, a hint of worry lingering within him, but he kept it to himself. He simply held Rudel close and rubbed him.
Rudel snuggled in Gadermann's embrace. His sapphire-ringed fingers slipped under the V-neckline of Gadermann's bathrobe, gently playing with the thin patch of chest hair that was visible there.
Gadermann wanted to ask Rudel if he wanted him to do something, but he couldn't bring himself to ask...
"Hmm... Ernst," just as Gadermann had done before the shower, Rudel’s hand reached under Gadermann's collar and touched his chest.
"Ernst… don't you want to...? Come on... Yeah... It's been a while..."
Unable to resist his lover's invitation, Gadermann grabbed Rudel's wrist, rolled over, and pinned him against the pillow, sealing him with a kiss...
Gadermann's knee wedged between Rudel's limp legs. Rudel glanced out of the corner of his eye at Gadermann's hand caressing his inner thigh, and he tried to recall the sensation wetly in his mind.
The doctor fetched some jasmine oil from the nightstand, and with two fingers, he gently and expertly spread the uncontrollable, wet entrance of his boyfriend's body.
The soft little hole was brimming with a pale yellow, translucent fluid, which gradually transformed into a fine, sweet, white foam as Gadermann's fingers pumped in and out.
Because Rudel couldn't feel the pain now, Gadermann had to be more careful with pre-sex lubrication to avoid hurting him.
In his memory, before the incident... even with his most patient and careful foreplay, he could still sense the pain Uli was in, but he kept it to himself.
Now... Uli couldn't feel the pain anymore, and it was indeed a carefree relief, but with it came a heavier sense of guilt...
If only one person gets pleasure, is it still sex?
Am I just satisfying my own lust...?
Rüdel however was a little annoyed, glared at Gadermann, blaming him for hesitation.
Gadermann climbed back on top of Rudel, apologetically kissing his cheek, hairline, and earlobes. At least this would give him a little pleasure.
"Come on..." What else could he say? Rudel bit his lower lip.
The pain existing only in his memory... Honestly speaking, after the car accident paralyzed him, when they’re having sex and when Gadermann entering him, he'd only vaguely felt something being thrust into a piece of meat, and it wasn't even like his own flesh.
Gadermann slowly pushed his sore, rock hard cock into Rudel's body. Rudel, relying on memory, let out a gasp of pain and throbbing.
"Uh... Ernst..."
The endearing sound made Gadermann's heart tremble. He tried not to think about the fact that Rudel's lower body was numb.
Even though the muscles there couldn't clamp, suck, or respond, his boyfriend's body was still as hot and wonderful as ever. Gadermann tried to control his movements, repeatedly thrusting into that wet, sweet spot.
Rudel reached out to grasp Gadermann's arms, panting intermittently as his boyfriend thrust into him, as if he were truly enjoying the pleasure.
"Uli... say it... beg me..."
Gadermann's voice deepened, sweat dripping down the indentations of his cheeks.
"Mm, emmm... Ernst... please..."
Rudel obediently gripped Gadermann's shoulders, his short nails digging into the elder man's flesh.
The soft Silesian accent and the broken, almost moaning words drove Gadermann mad. He sucked hard on his younger lover's lips, devouring the blunt, obscene words he uttered.
Gadermann's hands moved to Rudel's sweat-covered waist, gripping tightly as his hot erect rammed into the sweet, soft flesh with increasing force.
"Ah, Ernst... Mmm!... Ha, Ahh..."
Rudel's hoarse, sobbing cries intoxicated Gadermann, who wanted to hear more...
"Please... Ernst, fuck me, please... Mmm..."
The faint air in the bedroom was filled with the rich aroma of jasmine oil, amplified by lust...
Rudel allowed Gadermann to manipulate him. Gadermann lifted his limp stump and folded it diagonally across his chest.
Rudel clutched the remaining part of his calf below the knee and opened his legs, spread the soft, wet entrance lasciviously and submissively before Gadermann, eager to be filled.
He even raised glistening eyes to gaze at his elder lover...
For some reason, Gadermann couldn't bear to meet Rudel's gaze, only to continue pounding him.
Until Gadermann panted heavily, paused for a moment with a slight tremor, then thrust deeply a few more times before reluctantly pulling away.
Rudel let out a long sigh, his chest muscles tensing and relaxing, as if he is was truly satisfied by the intense intercourse.
He rolled over softly and fell to the edge of the bed, his legs a mess of lubricant and Gadermann's semen...
Gadermann felt a wave of pleasure and guilt wash over him again.
His nose felt sore, and he guiltily kissed Rudel's sweaty hairline.
"Uli, wait a minute, let me clean up..."