Mitch cuddled up to Scott as much as he could, both of them out of breath and sweaty.
Scott was horribly concerned, as Mitch was practically wheezing. Scott gently brushed Mitch's sweaty hair out of his eyes. "Are you okay, honey?" Mitch let out a breathless laugh, and nodded into Scott's chest, before reaching down to take the condom off of Scott, tying it off and then rolling himself over to toss it into the bin. "I'm much better than okay." "Oh good. I'm sorry about my shoulder, it is such a nuisance. But I can honestly say, you riding me is better than anything I could've done." Mitch giggled. "I'm glad you think so." Scott squeezed Mitch's body in his arms for a second, and then let go completely, only to stand up from the bed. Mitch whined. "Where are you going? I need my post-exerc
