Fuck was right. Rex fell forward a bit, onto his elbows, away from Thoreau. But, Rider was still inside of him. He pressed back against his softening cock, breathless and panting against the sheets of his bed.
Part of him wanted more. To have Rider inside of him again. Hard and ready, but he felt exhausted. "Fuck."
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