The bodies disappeared, but before others could take their places, Jesse heard Gideon’s growls as he warned off anyone from touching. His strong hand reached down and stroked Jesse’s softening cock, rubbing the fluid into his tender sac, and he crouched down again, licking along Jesse’s jaw.
“Let’s go clean you up for another round.”
Jesse nodded, but he didn’t move until Gideon tugged on his leash. If they were anywhere else, Jesse would insist he couldn’t move, couldn’t walk. But he didn’t have that option here. His muscles and throat ached as he found his feet, and he wanted to reach for Gideon to steady himself, but he was already walking ahead, pulling the leash taut between them.
The bathroom was cooler than the club and the silence was welcome. As soon as Gideon closed and locked the door behind them, Jesse carefully sat on the toilet.
“Are you all right?” Gideon asked.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “Probably not too much talking or sitting in my immediate future, but I’m…good.”