Cal is rendered speechless as James fucks him, capable only of grunts and gasping moans every time his ass is thrust into. His fingers clutch at the furniture when his knees get weak, and his cock smears fluid all over the upholstery. He's heard about these cleaning machines of Wes's, so he's not too worried about it. He's not worried about a damn thing at that moment, to be honest, not when his lover is so perfectly claiming him.