It started innocently. Although they were already both warmed up after the first round, Lane still put some effort into foreplay, more than earlier. He peppered Damien's neck and shoulders with kisses, biting and sucking, and leaving a few hickeys - one of which was most definitely too high to be covered by the uniform's collar, which meant that Damien would have to walk around at work with Lane's mark claiming him in full display, although he wasn't aware of that yet.
While his lips were busy tormenting Damien's skin, his hands didn't procrastinate either. They kneaded Damien's waist, moving lower and lower until they reached his perky butt, and squeezed it a good few times like a stress relief ball. Because they had just finished a round, there wasn't much they needed to do in terms of preparation, only to reapply some lube, and change the condom. Lane stroked Damien's length gently, as it was slowly waking up again…
