The man tilted his head back, throat undulating as he gulped down the last of the wine in his glass. A satisfied exhale escaped his lips before he casually extended the empty cup toward Felix, who took it in silence. With an air of unbothered arrogance, the man stepped away, his cock still slick with remnants of passion, thick beads of fluid trailing down his shaft, glistening as faint trails of mixed fluids dripped onto the floor. His hand lazily shifted the curtain aside as he made his way toward Collins, who sat comfortably on the plush sofa across the room.
Collins, a figure of quiet authority, swirled the wine in his own glass before setting it down with deliberate ease. His lips curled into something between amusement and calculation. "Don't worry," he said smoothly, his voice carrying the weight of a man who always had a plan. "I'll compensate for that."
