I could still feel, somewhere between my own ticklish delight, how every muscle in his body contracted instinctively. Maybe he had reached climax, but that didn’t mean he was completely finished. I barely smiled. So that was what was peculiar about him: his pleasure lasted longer than mine. Lucky bastard. I felt a little at a disadvantage again, but that could mean many interesting things in the future.
“…I think the condom broke.”
I frowned when he looked at me and said that weakly.
Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, and I felt a little foolish for not noticing before. I had felt different; at some point I should have realized his seed was spilling inside my body, that it felt too good for us to be protected. For a moment, I hated myself for having started the routine of those sill
