It was that knowing look in Kalin's eyes that did it for me, I think. The way they seemed to say that he understood what had went through my mind earlier, and that he was sorry too for having hurt me. He was soon to make up for any and all of the hurt though.
Within seconds of walking into the bedroom he knelt between my legs and started lapping the cum and sweat out from my abused asshole. The slick movements of his warm tongue sending shivers up my spine. He alternated between licking my crack clean, and sucking any stray bits of Liam's cum from my cock and balls, spitting them out with a loud plopping sound before returning to try and lick still more cum from higher up my ass.
With the edges of my hole starting to turn a brighter shade of red from the heat and all of the extra attention it was receiving, it started to hurt. So I pushed Kal away a second, grabbing his hand to pull him up with me as I turned to sit against the head of the bed. I began to slowly stroke and rub my cock with my free hand, while looking deep into Kalin's eyes, asking him silently to bring me off.... and with a smile he began to do just that. Stroking the base of my dick with one hand while he lapped at the head of it like it was an ice-cream cone. The slight rasping of his tongue and the slipperiness of his saliva against me making me groan with passion.