Damien couldn't help but wonder if Elyon's earlier comment about needing a year to recover had been a lie. Even Elyon himself looked down at his own body, puzzled by the unexpected resurgence, his expression one of complete bewilderment.
"Um… want to go one more time?" Damien offered.
"…Yes," Elyon replied, nodding with a feigned air of authority, though his face was flushed a bright red.
Birds chirped softly outside. It wasn't exactly the dawn chorus, given that they hadn't slept at all through the night.
Since then, Elyon had climaxed several more times within Damien, and after discovering he could, he had also finished in Damien's mouth. Time and again, he took what Damien offered, and Damien couldn't deny he had become Elyon's personal plaything.
Now, beside him, Elyon lay sprawled, completely exhausted. Damien figured Elyon had his reasons, but he chose not to question him.
After all, it had been an incredible night.
