"Oops, sorry." Devion wiped Ayen's face, but his tone did not sound apologetic at all. Khal did not say a word, but he looked satisfied looking at Ayen's state, even the way he wiped the cum off Ayen's face seemed halfhearted.
Ayen flicked Devion's hand and coughed. He let his body slump to the ground.
The two squatted in front of him, smiling wickedly. Ayen licked his lips. "I'm tired."
"I know. We'll wash up and then rest." Khal brushed Ayen's hair soothingly. It was like he had become a different person once more.
Khal and Devion chose to spare him this time.
After he recovered, Ayen was not as weak, but the two playfully carried him to the bedroom. Ayen was held by the two at both ends. Khal at his legs while Devion at his upper half.
It was not romantic at all but actually silly. Yet it helped to let the intense desire come off their systems.
