He sighed, when he managed to get back to his room.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't scared but the pleasure and the thrill eventually outweighed that fear.
Lance tightened up again when he heard footsteps.
Ansel stood at the door, he didn't take any more steps in and stared at Lance.
"I'm really sorry I went into the room without your permission. But now that this has already happened. When are we going to use the room again?"
"We aren't.."
-_-
It was as though a cold bucket of water had poured all over him.
Lance malfunctioned for the slightest second before asking. "Why?"
Ansel crossed his arms, why? Was he really going to force the words out of this mouth?
"Look at you going crazy for some horse cock, you really are just a slut aren't you."
-_-
Lance sighed, was he jealous of a dildo now?
"You're older than me, but you sure do throw tantrums alot." He walked closer to Ansel, till they were inches away.
