Soren's eyes widened as his heartbeat became irregular, and the wet cheek that Zale had just eaten blushed a beautiful rosy colour as he sucked in a breath.
"Me t-too." Soren stutters as he diverts his gaze, unable to cope with those ridiculously sexy narrowed eyes. Zale has never seen Soren be so shy in his life. He slammed his hips too hard, directly hitting the pleasure spot, causing Soren to gasp in a heavy breath. His vision became blurry, and goosebumps appeared all over his body as he trembled incessantly.
"I'm c-cum—!" Soren tried but couldn't form words as Zale mercilessly thrust his ass, rolling his hips harder than the last one, knocking Soren's nonexistent conscience, which was nowhere to be found.
"What?! Already?" Zale has the audacity to mock him when he himself was too reaching his orgasm. "I thought you were planning on an angry mourning sex? What happened to that plan?"