Adrian barely registered Stephen fucking him once he'd came, orgasm seeming to blur everything. When Stephen wrapped an arm around him as he freed his hands, he hissed at the contact with his back but didn't struggle or do anything other than lean back into the hold, too tired and too fucked out to even think about that.
He let Stephen help him to the couch, sitting on his lap because there was no way he was kneeling when he could barely keep himself up. The endorphins were still rushing through his system, keeping the pain levels down but he knew it wouldn't be long before they'd go and he'd really feel the extent of what Stephen had done.