Truth of the matter was that Daniel was not sure he could have stopped if not for that command. Everything in him was ready to go, to keep riding Dylan. Or worse, to ask for more. The thought of bending over the stall, of looking back, legs spread, and begging him to fuck him again. It was all there, just beneath the surface. He wasn't even sure he could get wetter, and yet his body tried, reacting to those thoughts.

Right until the wash of magic came over him.

Gasping, he forced himself to slide off Dylan's cock, not willing to leave though as he settled himself, sprawled over the other man and panting hard. It felt good, strong lines against the swell of his tits, the way his legs spread, baring his wet cunt and leaving him vulnerable and yet knowing he was safe there. Even if they were out in the open and bits of grass speckled his skin.

His clawed fingers lightly brushed Dylan's cheek, closing his eyes. "Mmmm, God, you are delicious."