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Roman could still feel Kendall even hours after he had left.
It fucking hurt. It hurt so bad, every move Roman made in his seat, every readjustment he made, his whole body froze for a second before he would have to quickly stand up and wince before sitting back down and accepting the pain.
He could feel the dry cum still inside of him and didn’t know how long it would take when he got home to get it all out. He would have to use a washcloth or something. He used to have special cotton pads that he would use, back when he would bleed a lot.
Now, back in New York for the first time in years, welcomed back into the fold of the family, on his first day in Waystar again. CEO. Co-CEO. Acting co-CEO.
Roman felt frail. He felt like he was about to snap in half.
He knew that he wasn’t bleeding because there was no stream of wetness cracking every so often and leaking. He wasn’t starting to feel itchy either. His behind accepted the cum inside of him.
Roman felt like a pile of shit as he nodded over the phone, as if whoever he was speaking to could see him.
He winced as he typed emails. He came all over his window. Shutting his blinds and fucking into his hand.
He tried to ignore who would’ve been behind him.
He tried to make it seem like a consensual experience. He made the fucking into the window the same as the being fucking in his dad’s office. Kendall was behind him as he took a tissue and wiped the window.
He imagined Kendall slapping his ass as he left. He opened the blinds again.
He watched the cum stain on his window for the rest of the day.
He imagined who would see Kendall’s dick next. With Kendall’s new appointment in the company, he could imagine it would find its way inside Rava soon.
Roman tried to imagine that. He knew Kendall must be nice to her. He felt better about having his cum inside himself then.
Kendall could be nice. He knew that wasn’t what Roman liked. If Roman did like it that way, like Rava must, then Kendall would do it that way. But Roman liked it rough. So Kendall gave it to him rough.
Roman gasped as he pushed the washcloth between his cheeks. He spread himself open and felt as the crusty layer slowly allowed it self to be wiped away.
Roman slept in his bed naked that night.
He dreamt that his dick was wet.
He woke up in soaked sheets.
He left them that way.
They were changed by the time he came home that night.
He imagined what it would’ve been like if he had chosen to stay with Grace and Isla last night. He went over to her place after seeing the clean sheets. But he left at bed time. A self imposed curfew.
There was no accident. He could’ve stayed with her.
He knew that she would’ve liked that.