"How? Do you somehow have the Men in Black memory-eraser thing?" Rihan laughed.
"I have something better."
Taeryn pressed a hand to Rihan's bare chest, fingers gliding over heated skin, down his abs. He lifted himself just enough to pull out and wrap his warm hand around Rihan's pulsing cock, earning a breathy sigh as Rihan spread him open and whispered,
"That won't work."
"We won't know until we try," Taeryn breathed against his lips.
He sank down onto Rihan's cock, sliding effortlessly until he was fully seated. The stretch made him groan, the wet squelch filling the room.
Rihan groaned, throwing his head back, his mind going blissfully blank just as Taeryn wanted. "Fuck… you feel so good," he said through heavy breaths.
"Does this mean you're forgetting?" Taeryn groaned, rolling his hips, bouncing slowly, one hand resting on his stomach. "Are you forgetting, detective?"
Rihan let out a breathy laugh. "I sure am."
