Unsteady and breathing hard, this time Sin was certain he wasn't going to be able to stay on his feet without help.
And Rein, gods love him, seemed to know that. His spent c**k slipped free, leaving Sin hollow and aching to be filled again.
But before he had a chance to protest, Rein was turning him, pressing him in a gentle motion back against the tree trunk for support, then stepping close and offering his own body like a steady, muscular pillar on the front.
He slid his arms around Sin's waist, encouraging him to lean on him. Sin did, grateful, resting his forehead against Rein's as they both caught their breath.
Rein skimmed his fingertips over his cheek, his gaze filled with love and worry. "You okay?"
Sin took an accounting of his state and realized that although he felt ra
