"What…do you really expect me to just stay here all day until you say I am free to go?" Rowan turned and glared at Wren.
"Precisely." Wren smirked and looked at his fingers, which were still wet with his own cum after he'd shoved them in Rowan's ass. "I don't think you deserve relief yet. You ruined my painting. Now turn around and wait until I'm ready to fuck you."
Rowan's erection throbbed at the last part of what Wren said. Wren noticed it, and the smirk grew even more infuriating. His eyes never left Rowan's as he re-fastened his pants.
Rowan had the ridiculous urge to stomp his foot in protest, but he settled for glaring even harder. Wren chuckled.
"My ass is not your painting."
"But it was. Maybe next time I will paint your face instead. Or your hair. Wouldn't that be pretty?"
Rowan's mouth fell open when he thought about how much he would like that very thing.
