Kellen's chest was damp with his cum, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from the orgasm that had shaken his whole body. His bones felt liquid, his limbs quivered as he felt his own cum run down his chest and towards his chin.
This was not the position he thought he would be in, but he couldn't imagine anything else. Not with the way that Rhys was looking at him from around his cock, his tongue buried in his ass, his grip practically painful against his skin.
Kellen didn't mind all that much, breathing through the pleasure and pain that Rhys was giving him. It was just that. Kellen barely had a say in what was happening to him, and he didn't mind.
He was half pinned, his other leg up in the air at an angle that meant it was useless, and his fiancé had his face buried in between his butt cheeks. He was a fool if he complained about anything other than Rhys' cock inside of him.
