Kellen's breath came fast and heavy, the pants shaking his whole chest as he tried to catch his breath.
Rhys' fingers were shoved into Kellen's mouth, his grip on Kellen's stomach while they were on his side firm, and slippery at the same time. Both of them were sweating so much, their exertion filling the room, their bodies intertwined. Kellen's body ached in a good way as Rhys groaned behind him. Kellen's ass was full of him, the man thrusting in and out of Kellen, Rhys' teeth sunk into the nape of Kellen's neck as he fucked him on his side.
Kellen could barely think, the mixture of pleasure and pain, and the sound of Rhys' skin slamming against Kellen's ass so intoxicating that Kellen could only pant, letting the man have his way with him.
