“So much for the fifth-date rule.”
Vincent chuckled. “This isn’t sex. At least not one hundred percent.”
Anthony grinned at Vincent before kissing him gently on the forehead. “Are we making excuses for ourselves now?”
“Yeah,” Vincent admitted without feeling any regrets.
They chortled a bit louder with each other, still breathless. Anthony shook his head, causing a few drops of sweat from his forehead and neck to fall onto Vincent.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.”
“Look who’s talking.”
Anthony snickered and blushed. “Whatever. Let’s clean up. Otherwise, we will end up sticking to each other once the cum dries up.”
“That doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.”
“Even if we stink of cum?”
“Even then.”
Anthony guffawed. “Are you a cum slut?”
Vincent smirked. “Just yours.”
“I like the sound of that.”