Ryan never wanted Daniel to let him go.
They stayed close for a long while, in the quiet of the small games room, curled up on the wide chaise lounge.
He stayed, with Daniel inside him, watching the leaves twirl from the tree branches outside the window.
When Daniel finally moved, Ryan winced from slight pain as his mate pulled out of him. Daniel stopped instantly, his hand going to Ryan’s face.
“What is it? Are you hurt?”
“Just sore my mate.” Ryan said softly.
Daniel moved more slowly, and though it was sore, when he had pulled out completely, Ryan felt painfully empty.
Daniel jumped up, pulling on Ryan’s trousers that hung loosely off his hips and darted out of the room.
When he returned, he was carrying a basin of water and a soft cotton cloth. He also carried a small white bottle, lodged between his chin and neck.
Ryan burst into aching laughter as Daniel struggled to juggle everything without tripping over his trousers.