Then Brent began to ride Quinn—slowly, sensually at first. Soon need took over until, with a shout, Brent came, his cum pearling both their chests. Quinn exploded seconds later, calling Brent’s name.
When their shudders of release slowed, Brent lifted off Quinn to sprawl across his body, elbows resting on each side of Quinn’s head. “Love you,” he whispered before giving Quinn a gentle kiss.
“Love you back,” Quinn murmured softly. “Always. And even more, if you’ll…” He glanced at his restrained wrists. He could have freed himself, but what was the fun in that?
Brent chuckled. “Maybe I should leave you like this all night.”
“Maybe not. Not to be crass, but I need to pee. And…we’re sticky and need a shower.”
“Well, when you put it that way.” Brent released him, they shared a kiss, and then headed to the bathroom. 5