They had a problem.
They had a very… wet problem.
Once all the emotions calmed down, and they both were finally able to catch their breaths, Lane and Damien were faced with the aftermath of their affair.
That is, the sheets. While they didn't end up torn like Lane predicted - they were not attached to the bed, after all, so they only got pulled off the mattress and crinkled up into a complete mess - they were damp from their sweat… And had a big, dripping wet stain from Damien's sperm that spilled all over the bed.
"So," Lane cleared his throat, glancing at Damien. The lights were now on, and he could finally see his boyfriend's flushed face in its full glory.
…Honestly, that tousled, damp hair, red, frowny face, that muscular body glistening with sweat, and that majestic cock, dripping with cum, still impressive even when hanging down… It made Lane want to pounce at Damien, and take him again.
