Damn it, he thought, his internal voice wailing in despair. I can't believe I was actually fucked to the point where I lost control of everything... cum and piss everywhere... mixed together like that. This is too much. It is truly, utterly humiliating. How can I ever look him in the face again?
"Shh, be good now. Don't cry. You did so well. You were amazing." Ethan murmured.
Seeing Julian crying so hard that he began to hiccup, his slender shoulders trembling in waves of distress, Ethan felt a sharp pang of guilt pierce through his haze of satisfaction. He realized he might have pushed the game too far. Flustered and suddenly tender, he began to coax and soothe the person in his arms. His large, warm hand moved constantly up and down Julian's sweat-drenched back, rubbing in soothing circles, while he pressed soft, apologetic kisses against the damp hair at Julian's temple.
