Matt chuckled in response, the sound rolling out like velvet over gravel. “Well then,” he said, “we can’t have that.” He wrapped his hands around Andy’s waist, hoisting him from the chair with a playful tug. “Come with me,” he urged, a secretive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Where are we going?” Andy asked, eyebrows knitting together in a picture of adorable confusion.
“You’ll see,” Matt replied, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
They traversed the expanse of the penthouse, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet until they reached a door that opened to the sky. Matt watched Andy’s face as they stepped out onto the private rooftop garden, a spectacle of nature’s splendor cocooned under a grand glass dome.
The garden was an oasis in the desert, alive with color and fragrance. Flowers in full bloom competed for attention—some exotic with petals that seemed to dance in the light breeze, others familiar yet no less enchanting. A sprawling lawn stretched out like a green sea, while an outdoor sitting area beckoned with plush sofas and chairs nestled around an inviting coffee table.
Andy stepped into the garden, his eyes wide with wonder. “I knew there was a garden from the living room view,” he said, “but I never imagined it to be this… expansive.”
Matt chuckled at Andy’s choice of words. “Feel free to use this space whenever you want. And at night, the lights transform it into another world.”
Andy turned to him with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Then we should have dinner out here tonight.”
“I like how you think,” Matt replied, matching Andy’s enthusiasm.
While Andy explored the garden like a pirate discovering uncharted lands, Matt made a call for refreshments and snacks. Before long, an array of delectable treats adorned the coffee table, courtesy of his diligent staff who departed as silently as they had arrived.
Pouring cool refreshments into two glasses, Matt settled back and watched Andy hop from one flower to another. The sight reminded him of Ryan—his youngest brother—whose boundless energy and spontaneous visits were both endearing and exasperating.
Matt smiled to himself; it had been months since he’d seen any of his brothers. Ryan would probably turn up unannounced one weekend soon, bursting through the door with tales from university and an appetite to match.
Andy returned from his exploration, satisfaction etched across his face. Matt patted the spot beside him on the sofa, handing over a cool drink which Andy accepted gratefully.
Matt observed, rapt with fascination, as Andy tilted the glass back, his Adam’s apple bobbing elegantly with each swallow. Vegas heat had nothing on the warmth spreading through Matt’s chest as he watched droplets linger on Andy’s lips, sparkling like morning dew. Some traitorous liquid escaped, meandering down his chin, a wayward traveler on a slender throat. The sight was mesmerizing, an invitation to sin that Matt found impossible to resist.
He leaned in, a predator zeroing in on its prey. His breath mingled with the remnants of cool air clinging to Andy’s skin, and with a hunger that was both primal and precise, Matt stuck his tongue out. The escaped liquid was no match for Matt’s eager tongue as he traced a slow, sensual path from Andy’s throat up tohis chin, lapping at them with a fervor, capturing the errant drop in one fluid motion.
Andy’s breath hitched, a soft gasp lost in the garden’s tranquility.
“There,” Matt said, voice low and tinged with amusement as he drew back, “all clean now.”
But Andy’s eyes were alight with playful defiance. “Clean? Ha! You wouldn’t know clean if it came with instructions and a maid’s outfit.” His voice was teasing, challenging—a velvet-wrapped dare that sent a ripple of heat coursing through Matt.
Andy lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing a landscape of taut skin and tempting curves. “Seems like you missed a spot,” he said, eyes sparkling with mischief as he exposed his chest and the faint pink peaks that begged for attention, drawing Matt’s gaze like a moth to flame.
Matt chuckled—a sound that rumbled deep from within his chest, warm and dark like whiskey over ice. “My dear prince,” he murmured, gaze locked on Andy’s bare skin, “your loyal servant hears your plea.”
With a grace that belied his size, Matt wasted no time. He leaned in, his lips trailing a path of fire across Andy’s exposed skin. His tongue darted out, lavishing his attention on Andy’s nipples until they hardened into pink marbles beneath his ministrations.
Andy’s groans of pleasure filled the air, the sound as intoxicating as the finest wine. He bunched the hem of his shirt in his mouth, a makeshift gag that muffled his moans of ecstasy as Matt’s lips and tongue continued their wicked dance. His fingers threaded through Matt’s hair, urging him on with a desperation that spoke volumes of his need.
Matt obliged, moving his attention lower, his lips charting a course down Andy’s taut abs. Each kiss, each lick, elicited aseries of gasps and groans from Andy, whose body arched in silent pleas for more.
Matt’s gaze traveled lower, drinking in the sight of Andy’s arousal straining against the fabric of his jeans. Andy’s eyes met his, dark with desire and filled with a silent plea for release. A smirk played on Matt’s lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over the denim.
“Mmm… I see a few more spots we’ve missed,” Matt murmured, a playful smirk curling his lips. He clicked mockingly at the bulge, eliciting a groan from Andy who lifted his hips in a silent entreaty.
“Matt…” he breathed, the sound a mix of desperation and laughter.
“Patience, my prince. A good servant is thorough,” Matt chided, a dark glint in his eyes as he made a show of surveying Andy’s crotch. “It seems these jeans are quite the obstacle to cleanliness.”
With ease, Matt undid the button of Andy’s jeans and slowly drew down the zipper, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that did little to contain the evidence of Andy’s excitement. Andy’s cock sprang free as Matt peeled away the final barrier, the sight of it drawing a low, appreciative whistle from him.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Matt teased, his fingers lightly grazing the hard length. He traced the veins that pulsed with life, his touch as light as a feather, eliciting shivers from Andy’s body. “It appears you’re still not entirely… clean.”
He circled the tip of Andy’s cock with his index finger, watching with a twinge of satisfaction as it twitched and leaked a drop of clear fluid. Matt leaned in, his tongue darting out to capture the droplet, savoring the taste.
