Admittance
[Johan's POV]
He didn't realize it would backfire on him this fast.
Pulling his knees closer to his chest, Johan tried to put his concentration on the anime being projected on the television, but the squelching sound on his side made it hard for him to do so.
Soiled wipes scattered on the floor below Adrian's feet, and a bottle of water-based lubricant stood on the coffee table. The blond continued his ministration to himself, moaning as his hand moved up and down to his hardened dick. He forgot this man had twice the stamina of a bull. It was his third time already.
It's as if he brought home a whole roasted chicken and told himself not to eat it because it may still lay some eggs. Johan mentally slapped himself with that absurd comparison. He must have left some of his brain cells in the kitchen.