Kelly had to be quick, while Marsh was still too weak to move or speak.
Releasing his wrists and chaining them back up, free from the headboard.
Shuffling off of the bed, leaving without a word.
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Marshall's throat was sore and sticky. The sides of his face stung, cheeks pink and puffy from the blonde.
He hated how he could sense the weight of cum deep in him, steadily finding the way out to drip thickly down his crack.
His breathing uneven and shakey, overstimulated from his orgasms, tears, cum, and spit still wet on his face. Though the blood from his nose dried over.
His hole ached bad, guts ebbing from the earlier breaching.
He carefully applies pressure against it with one hand's fingers, making the stinging pain enhance, hissing while he retracts his hand.
"Ah- ah oh o-ow f-fuck!"
He whines pitifully, pouting at his curent state.
Deep red lines on his wrists from the metal binds on his wrists still stuck, his thighs begining to numb from the vice-like hold the straps have him in.
His stomach felt uneasy , borderline noxious.
He doesn't know how much cum he had to digest, but he felt uncomfortably full.
The taste of both he and Colson's semen on his palette, it was disgusting.
So many emotions flocked his head, rage, confusion and frustration. He felt like crying, punching something or someone to bits, punching Colson until he was in puddle of his own blood.
The thudding of heavy set boots get louder until the door of the room slings open to reveal his harraser with a towel.
Em's stare dripped venom at the taller approaching him, he was about to scream and yell at him, unleash what was simmering in him.
He didn't expect Colson to use his thumb and index finger to slant up his head a degree to wipe away all the body fluids on his face, his expression was almost deceivenly kind, eyes keen on tidying him up efficiently but his hands were so gentle, almost falsly so.
His breathing stopped as the lanky male brushed his lip with the cloth, uncomfortable with how close they were. His heart squeezed, each slow beat making Em's chest hurt.
Head spinning around dizzily, wtf was that? That fucking feeling? Why the hell did it happen?
Em tries to ignore it as Kell's hands travel down to clean off his dick, wiping up the the cum slipping out of him.
The touching was making him so anxious, the touch a guy feeling foreign.
Vulnerable and exposed, under the complete mercy and will of his rival.
Not to mention all the pictures and videos on Colson's phone.
Just once he gets the cuffs off, there's no telling what he'll do to The blonde, with how murderous the resentment in smaller's mind was, the lanky male was gonna at least be put in a comma.
