Dan
I didn't even let Sky's feet hit the floor properly before I was yanking my torn shirt off over my head. The thing was already ripped at the shoulder from where he'd clawed me earlier, and now it was soaked in slick and sweat and whatever else we'd made together. It didn't matter. I balled it up and dropped to one knee right there in the moldy shack, pressing the fabric between his thighs while he hissed through his teeth.
"Easy, asshole," he snapped, legs shaking so bad he had to grab my hair to stay upright. "You're not wiping a goddamn counter."
"Shut up and stand still." I dragged the shirt up slowly , careful, catching the mess running down his inner thighs. His cock twitched against my wrist every time I got too close, still half-hard, still leaking like the heat hadn't even considered quitting. I wiped around his hole next, gentle as I could manage, and he sucked in a breath sharp enough to cut glass.
"Fuck, ow, watch it, Daniel."
