Sex. As much and often as possible.

Why make things complicated? All you need is his body beneath yours screaming out your name as you take him. In fact, you are feeling deprived enough that you’d have him anyway you could get him, willing or no. He is certainly far more attractive than anyone you had access to during the war and you have enough time now to shape him into the perfect little whore. His mouth is especially tempting.
Imagining those pretty lips reddened and stretched around your member sends arousal shooting down your spine and straight to said organ.
Blinking in the warm glow from the sun streaming through your open curtains, you decide what to do.