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Grayson smacked Eli's ass, a sharp, stinging blow that made him yelp. "Up," he commanded.
Eli slowly, carefully pushed himself upright. His legs felt like jelly, and his ass was throbbing with a pleasant, lingering ache. He could feel the slickness of Grayson's cum on his thighs, a dirty, satisfying reminder of what had just transpired. He pulled up his shorts and boxers, the fabric feeling rough against his sensitive skin. He turned to face Grayson, who was already tucking himself back into his jeans, his expression once again unreadable.