[Johan's POV]
Johan woke up to the enraged sound of street traffic, eyes blinking several times to an unfamiliar room. His memory was a bit fuzzy, but he wouldn't mistake the warmth beside him as something but a naked human body. Did he end up hooking up with someone at the bar? His hand flew to his face, disappointment to himself manifesting in an irritated groan.
So much for trying to have fun with no sex involved.
Strangely, his ass didn't hurt at all. Not even a trace of discomfort after having a sex. What the fuck happened? Did he end up topping? Was there even consent between them?
Johan shook his head vigorously at what that could entail. He tried to detach himself from the person's body, but the muscular arm around his chest wouldn't budge. Twisting to the side, he came face to face with Russell, and all his struggling ceased.
