Rishabh collapsed backward onto the rumpled sheets, a spent heap of muscle and sweat. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, his eyes closed against the dim light of the suite. The fight, the fucking, the sheer emotional whiplash—it had drained him completely. His cock, slick with a mix of his release and their combined arousal, lay soft against his thigh.

A heavy, charged silence descended, broken only by the hum of the air conditioner and their uneven breathing.