"Ahh--oh!"
Eugene was totally out of control, just like that night. He was on his knees, lurching across the bed. He would have hit the headrest if his arms weren't tightly in Arthur's hold. But then again, it was the alpha's hard thrust that lurched him forward in the first place.
How long had it been? How many times had they gone at it?
Eugene, for the first time, realized he was looking at this too lightly. Did he overestimate himself? It turned out that helping his alpha with a rut was more exhausting than an orgy.
Or maybe he was just getting older.
He was so confident at first, riding the alpha vigorously as if trying to get back at glorious ass eating. It was also a chance to fuck the man while squeezing the gym-made pecs and watching the usually timid, restrained expression break free from its cage. The tilted smile, forming an easy smirk, filled Eugene with a strange exhilaration that he was the only one who could see it.
