stunned.
Matt smiled and tugged him in close, pressing their mouths together. He opened, offering Matt everything he was, everything he had. Cradling his head, Matt kissed him absolutely breathless. To his surprise, his cock started to fill again, swell again. The kiss turned into two and then three, Matt’s tongue sliding, twisting around his. He shifted, grunting as the wet mess in his pants made itself known.
“You okay, lovely?”
“Little messy.”
“Ah, of course.” Matt grinned and kissed him quickly. “Your shower’s big enough for two. If they get close.”
“We’re close.” He stood, took Matt’s hand.
Matt chuckled. “I hope so.”
“Me, too.”
They went inside. Matt stopped at the curtain to the bathroom and tugged him in to take a kiss. His Master. His.
“That was very sexy, you know.”
He was still lost in the kiss. “Hmm?”
“You. You’re very sexy.”
“Me? You... did you see what you did?”
Matt nodded. “I smelled it, smelled you.”
“That’s sexy.”
“And so are you.” Matt’s hands slid over him, tugging at his clothes.
“It means something, coming from you.”
Matt nodded. “I’m glad you realize that. I’m not just another master. I’m your Master.”
He met Matt’s eyes. He knew that. He believed it.
Matt smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bathroom. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
“Always.”
Chapter Seven
Matt didn’t go with Adam to yoga, but he did wake with his lover for a brief kiss and snuggle.
He had breakfast ready for when Adam got home -- pancakes and veggie-sausage, which he wasn’t sure was going to be edible, both staying warm in the oven. All he needed now was Adam to get back. Taking another sip of his coffee, he traded the sports section for entertainment.
The front door opened and closed, the sound of heavy breathing echoing on the way to the bathroom.
He headed that way, calling out, “Hey, lovely. You okay?”
“Uh. Uh-huh.”
“You look tired.” A little wiped out.
“Just post-workout.” Adam shuffled to the shower, not even undressing all the way before getting under the water.
“You’re exhausted. No more yoga and running without a break and without eating first.” It was time for them to sit together and officially work a few things out, establish a few more rules.
“I’m okay.” Adam leaned forward, panting.
“Sure you are.” He dragged the rest of Adam’s clothes off, piling them in a corner to deal with later.
The cool water finally worked the deep red blush off Adam’s golden skin. Matt stayed there, enjoying watching his lover. Adam was graceful and, well, lovely.
“How was your morning?”
“I had a nice lie-in. Tomorrow I’ll go to yoga with you.”
“So don’t have to, but I’d love to have you there.”
“I liked the yoga.” He chuckled wryly. “Okay, ‘like’ is an awfully strong word.”
“You honestly don’t have to.”
“I honestly want to. It’ll be good for me. I will, however, pass on the running. And I want you splitting them up. You can run in the afternoon while I work.”
Adam looked at him, eyebrows concerned. “In the afternoon.”
“Yes. It’s a rule. No more than one activity at a time.”
“But... I don’t know. I don’t know if I can wait that long to eat.”
“Uh, you aren’t going to. You do your yoga and then you have breakfast.”
“I.” There came that long, slow, centering breath.
“We should sit and talk. I have pancakes sitting in the oven.”
“I’d like that.”
“Why don’t I go dish up while you get dry, get dressed?”
“Okay. Sure. Or I can help, if I hurry.”
“I can manage, but you can hurry if you want.”
Adam leaned toward him, kissed him. “Have I upset you?”
“What? No, not at all.”
“Oh, good.” He got another, gentle kiss.
Matt licked Adam’s lips and patted the sweet ass. “Don’t be long.”
He went to the kitchenette, got two plates ready. He took out
Matt smiled and tugged him in close, pressing their mouths together. He opened, offering Matt everything he was, everything he had. Cradling his head, Matt kissed him absolutely breathless. To his surprise, his cock started to fill again, swell again. The kiss turned into two and then three, Matt’s tongue sliding, twisting around his. He shifted, grunting as the wet mess in his pants made itself known.
“You okay, lovely?”
“Little messy.”
“Ah, of course.” Matt grinned and kissed him quickly. “Your shower’s big enough for two. If they get close.”
“We’re close.” He stood, took Matt’s hand.
Matt chuckled. “I hope so.”
“Me, too.”
They went inside. Matt stopped at the curtain to the bathroom and tugged him in to take a kiss. His Master. His.
“That was very sexy, you know.”
He was still lost in the kiss. “Hmm?”
“You. You’re very sexy.”
“Me? You... did you see what you did?”
Matt nodded. “I smelled it, smelled you.”
“That’s sexy.”
“And so are you.” Matt’s hands slid over him, tugging at his clothes.
“It means something, coming from you.”
Matt nodded. “I’m glad you realize that. I’m not just another master. I’m your Master.”
He met Matt’s eyes. He knew that. He believed it.
Matt smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bathroom. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
“Always.”
Chapter Seven
Matt didn’t go with Adam to yoga, but he did wake with his lover for a brief kiss and snuggle.
He had breakfast ready for when Adam got home -- pancakes and veggie-sausage, which he wasn’t sure was going to be edible, both staying warm in the oven. All he needed now was Adam to get back. Taking another sip of his coffee, he traded the sports section for entertainment.
The front door opened and closed, the sound of heavy breathing echoing on the way to the bathroom.
He headed that way, calling out, “Hey, lovely. You okay?”
“Uh. Uh-huh.”
“You look tired.” A little wiped out.
“Just post-workout.” Adam shuffled to the shower, not even undressing all the way before getting under the water.
“You’re exhausted. No more yoga and running without a break and without eating first.” It was time for them to sit together and officially work a few things out, establish a few more rules.
“I’m okay.” Adam leaned forward, panting.
“Sure you are.” He dragged the rest of Adam’s clothes off, piling them in a corner to deal with later.
The cool water finally worked the deep red blush off Adam’s golden skin. Matt stayed there, enjoying watching his lover. Adam was graceful and, well, lovely.
“How was your morning?”
“I had a nice lie-in. Tomorrow I’ll go to yoga with you.”
“So don’t have to, but I’d love to have you there.”
“I liked the yoga.” He chuckled wryly. “Okay, ‘like’ is an awfully strong word.”
“You honestly don’t have to.”
“I honestly want to. It’ll be good for me. I will, however, pass on the running. And I want you splitting them up. You can run in the afternoon while I work.”
Adam looked at him, eyebrows concerned. “In the afternoon.”
“Yes. It’s a rule. No more than one activity at a time.”
“But... I don’t know. I don’t know if I can wait that long to eat.”
“Uh, you aren’t going to. You do your yoga and then you have breakfast.”
“I.” There came that long, slow, centering breath.
“We should sit and talk. I have pancakes sitting in the oven.”
“I’d like that.”
“Why don’t I go dish up while you get dry, get dressed?”
“Okay. Sure. Or I can help, if I hurry.”
“I can manage, but you can hurry if you want.”
Adam leaned toward him, kissed him. “Have I upset you?”
“What? No, not at all.”
“Oh, good.” He got another, gentle kiss.
Matt licked Adam’s lips and patted the sweet ass. “Don’t be long.”
He went to the kitchenette, got two plates ready. He took out
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