The localized scent of their clashing biologies finally began to settle, leaving the interior of the car quiet save for the broken sound of their breathing. After finishing their second round, both men were completely done for, their systems entirely spent from the physical torque of the raw, friction-heavy encounter.
Holino lay slumped awkwardly against the seat, his frame trembling with residual aftershocks. His trousers remained pooled around his knees, and his wrists were still trapped in the grip of the handcuffs behind his back. The heat coiling within his lower belly was a constant, throbbing reminder of the violence his body had just endured.
"Set me free, Beron..." Holino managed to gasp out, his voice cracked and stripped of its usual arrogance. He tried to shift his weight, but a sharp spike of pain shot through his lower half, making him hiss through his gritted teeth. "Get these fucking things off me now. You've clearly had more than enough of me already."
