Damen's seed splashed hot and slick against his crease, his back, and then Damen pulled back, splashing the bedcovers with his copious spendings, but still keeping a hand on his possession.
Struggling out of his grip, Laurent snatched up the bedsheet, wiping at his backside and then throwing the soiled sheet in Damen's face.
He felt marked. Claimed. Humiliated.
They had what they needed. Laurent snatched up his clothing and headed for his room, wondering if he'd let Damen lie to him about the servants inspecting the sheets. A deception in order that Laurent would let him use him like this.
Feeling soiled, Laurent cleaned himself up quickly with a wet cloth, dressing himself again in his severe Veretian garments and then pressing back against a wall, just in the shadow of a tall wardrobe, and shaking with his emotions.
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Damen's seed splashed hot and slick against his crease, his back, and then Damen pulled back, splashing the bedcovers with his copious spendings, but still keeping a hand on his possession.
Struggling out of his grip, Laurent snatched up the bedsheet, wiping at his backside and then throwing the soiled sheet in Damen's face.
He felt marked. Claimed. Humiliated.
They had what they needed. Laurent snatched up his clothing and headed for his room, wondering if he'd let Damen lie to him about the servants inspecting the sheets. A deception in order that Laurent would let him use him like this.
Feeling soiled, Laurent cleaned himself up quickly with a wet cloth, dressing himself again in his severe Veretian garments and then pressing back against a wall, just in the shadow of a tall wardrobe, and shaking with his emotions.