It didn’t take Rory long to come again, although this second load was a lot smaller than the first.
After getting his breath back, both from the orgasm and the kissing, Rory said, “You haven’t come.”
“Not in any hurry.”
Still, Rory was uncomfortable at the thought of Zane not getting as much pleasure out of their last coupling as he had. He rubbed some more to try to get Zane off, but Rory’s bladder was sending his brain increasingly urgent messages that it needed emptying. So reluctantly Rory stopped his motions and tried to disengage.
“Where are you going?” Zane asked, pulling Rory back on top of him.
“Need to visit the bathroom.”
“But I like holding you like this.”
“I like it, too, but…” Rory tried again to separate from Zane.
Zane pulled Rory even closer, sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, got to his feet, and made for the bathroom.
“I can walk,” Rory protested, although even to his own ear the protest sounded weak.
“I know,” Zane said simply.