Clyde brushed his hair backwards and exhaled a deep breath, looking proud of the trace of his dominance all over the blond's fair skin. There was no need for them to say it, the look on their eyes was enough to make each other understand what they had in their heart.
—You're mine.
Once the flame of anger in his heart subsided, he lifted Ryley and carried him to the shower cubicle, scraping out remnants of his semen with his fingers while the blond weakly leaned on his broad chest, only for him to shove his dick inside Ryley again and fuck him under the trickling water, all because the sweet whimpers and pleads escaping those trembling red lips were simply irresistible.
"Are you still angry? Talk to me."
