Accepting Love

"Gah—ack!"

He choked, his eyes watering as he desperately tried to erase the taste, the bitterness, the saltiness, the sourness... that goddamn smell. It was in his mouth, in his throat, in his nose. It was fucking everywhere.

He doubled over, retching, but there was nothing left to spit out.

No escape from the fact that most of the load had gone straight down his throat, a one-way ticket to his stomach.

His face twisted in disgust, a tortured noise escaping him as he continued to scrape at his tongue, practically clawing at his own mouth.

Artis watched this pathetic display, his laughter finally dying down to amused chuckles.

"You know, for someone who acted so manly, you sure took that like a champ."

He smirked, winking at the homo guy who was still basking in his post-orgasm glow, looking like he'd just reached Nirvana.