"Oh, yeah, that, too… see… I shouldn't." Rowan only pouted. He just placed his hands on Duke's shoulders. "My body's too tired these days. One round could make me feel like I got sawed into two. Duke, can I ask you to carry me to the bed?"
"Don't you want to shower first?" Duke kissed Rowan's face. "You have been around a lot of people. I can smell their perfume on you and your clothes. Also, 'that' will be sticky in the morning."
Rowan twitched and smiled. He didn't say anything more as Duke pulled off more of their clothes. In their bare skin, Duke carried Rowan to the bathroom. Even if Rowan said one round was enough to feel spent, he still couldn't help but initiate another as soon as he felt the warm water on his skin.
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