"Fuck," Ainsley cried out. Because that had been the most minimal of prep-work ever. Shit, this bloke just went for it, didn't he? He was most definitely not the giving-type, and Ainsley was actually finding it kind of hot. Not what he would have expected from himself.
Still, he had to get himself over the edge by rubbing himself into the sheets, firm against the mattress. He did manage to come eventually, past the pain and the shock, which had faded into pure lust as Liam had gone harder and faster, taking all that he wanted. He groaned with his release, shuddering, surprised by the force of it, by his own previously undiscovered submissive kink. Interesting.
And then he felt it. The undeniable evidence that the condom had broken. Or hadn't been used at all. Liam was up and going for his clothes by the time Ainsley even registered it, much less by the time he sat up and reached behind himself to make sure. "Fuck."
He looked up at Liam, anger clear on his face. "What the bloody fuck, arsehole? Did you just decide not to bother?" Seriously, what a disaster. He was never going to do a random hookup again. Ever. Fuck, the next six months were going to be torture, waiting to be sure on test results.