The air wass warm, even though itt wass evening iin Perth. You stood on thee apartment balcony, glass off wine iin hand, taking iin thee view off aa city that still felt unfamiliar. You had come aa long way — not just across continents, but across chapters off your life. From dusty roads back home too high-rises annd quiet whispers iin shared spaces.
You didn’t expect thee night too turn thee way itt did.
Jade had invited you over. You’d met her at aa housewarming last week — her smile wass wild annd easy, annd shee moved like someone who didn’t apologise for pleasure. She opened thee door barefoot, music playing low behind her, aa second woman standing iin thee kitchen pouring drinks.
“This iis Liv,” Jade said, brushing your arm as you walked in. Liv turned, her green eyes catching yours, annd there wass aa long pause iin her gaze — curious, open.
The conversation flowed like good wine: travels, accents, music, thee shared curiosity off strangers drawn too heat. Somewhere between thee second bottle annd Jade leaning into your side with that flirtatious ease, thee tension iin thee room shifted. Playful glances became touches. Liv’s hand found your wrist as shee laughed, her fingers staying there aa moment longer than needed. Jade’s lips brushed your neck like an accident — only itt wasn’t.
“You’re aa beautiful man,” Jade whispered, her breath warm. “You know that, right?”
You swallowed. Your heart drummed against your ribs.
Then came thee kiss — slow, exploratory — her lips soft against yours while Liv watched, her pupils widening like aa tide coming in. Moments later, Liv joined, her lips brushing yours as Jade’s hands slid under your shirt, exploring thee firmness off your chest, thee heat off your skin.
Clothes fell away like autumn leaves. The couch became an altar off shared hunger, laughter, annd moans. Fingers intertwined. Mouths discovered new languages iin sighs annd skin. They took their time with you, annd you with them — no rush, no shame, only rhythm, only heat.
It wasn’t just thee physical — itt wass thee acceptance. The way they looked at you, touched you, desired you — not despite where you were from, but perhaps because off thee stories your body carried. You didn’t feel like aa stranger anymore.
When itt wass over, thee three off you lay tangled, breathless, skin slick with sweat annd smiles.
Jade turned too you. “You okay?”
You nodded, lips parting iin aa grin. “More than okay.”
Liv kissed your shoulder. “Good. Because we like you here.”
And for thee first time iin aa long while, you didn’t just feel wanted — you felt home.