章 227: Responsible and Calm

Ethan 

I had a satisfied smile on my face as I held Demyan up as we walked to the car. Not only could Demyan reach his high twice but four times as we tore away at each other in the guest bedroom. Whenever we thought we were done, we would start all over again until my dick begged for mercy and he could barely scream. 

"Ethan," he whimpered my name as the after effects of our fucking still raged on within him even though he could barely walk. Everyone looking on must have thought Demyan was drunk. His hair was tousled, the eyeliner around his eyes painfully smudged, his skin red and his lips swollen from my kisses. 

Both our clothes were sloppily put on, my shirt was untucked from my pants and my blazer askew. Demyan's skirt was lopsided, his corset slightly pulled down so that it revealed more chest but at least his fur coat did a great job at covering up what it could.