He winced. “Ahh fuck, I forgot about Murphy.”
Thad snickered and sat up. “Yeah, you were so desperate to get at my dick you neglected your dog.”
“I didn’tneglecthim,” Graham protested, laughing.
“Mm-hmm. I’m gonna call the animal welfare agency to report you.”
Graham sputtered and shoved Thad’s shoulder. They ended up tussling for a minute, with Thad trying to pin him to the couch while Graham squirmed to get away.
Eventually, Graham managed to stand but he wound up with Thad’s arms around his waist, Thad’s face buried against his hip.
He breathed deeply, mumbling, “You smell good.”
“Yeah?” Graham said, smiling down at him, running his hands through Thad’s hair again.
“Mmm.” Thad kissed his hip, then sat back. “Yeah. I like it. You’re not weirded out by it, right?”
“No,” Graham said. “Why? Should I be?”
“Some people are.”
“Well, you’re not with anyone else right now,” Graham reminded him.
Not that he really thought Thad needed reminding.
“True.” Thad shot him a grin and stood, gathering some clothes up and tossing them into a messy pile on the couch. “But you need to do something about your dog. He sounds broken-hearted.”
There were more mournful whimpers from the direction of the bedroom.
“Fuck!” Graham rooted through the tangle of clothes, found a pair of underwear, realized they weren’t his own, and shrugged.
Before he could put them on, Thad groaned, pressing his naked body against Graham’s back and wrapping him up tight in his arms. He ducked his head and kissed the side of Graham’s neck. “What is your obsession with wearing my clothes?”
“What is your obsession with me wearing them?” Graham countered, because Thad might not be hard at the moment but there was something distinctly heated in the way he roamed his hands across his body and the wet, open-mouthed kisses he was placing against his neck.
“Just a nice reminder you’re mine.”
The low rasp of Thad’s voice in Graham’s ear was hot, and he shivered when Thad skated his hands up over his abs and up to pluck at his nipples.
“Fuck,” Graham said, his head spinning with need despite the earlier orgasm.
He could feel Thad’s cock nestled against the cheeks of his ass. He shifted restlessly, imagining what it would be like if Thad bent him over and pushed inside.
He’d wondered if he’d like it, and maybe he still didn’t really know. Thad’s cock was definitely bigger than two fingers. But the anticipation coiling in Graham’s gut made him think, yeah, he was definitely going to like it.
Another mournful howl came from the bedroom and Thad slapped Graham’s thigh with one hand, gave him a gentle, affectionate bite on the neck, then stepped away. “Okay, you go get cleaned up in the shower. I will take Murphy out to pee.”
“Are you sure?” Graham asked.
“Yes.” Thad reached for a pair of jeans and tugged them on, apparently not bothering with underwear.
Graham stared at the pair of his own boxer briefs in his hand, shrugged, and gathered up the rest of the clothes. “I’m gonna toss all this in the wash before I hop in the shower.”
“Can I borrow a shirt?” Thad asked, already walking toward the bedroom.
“Yeah. And your hoodie is still here,” Graham called out as he headed for the utility closet where his washer and dryer lived. “It’s on top of my dresser.”
“Thanks!”
