Gregory leaned over him and picked up the soap, squirting it into a loofah and lifting Landon’s arm out of the tub. Gregory washed him slowly and carefully, across every well used inch of his body.
Landon filed away the information about Verity and Aaron for when he didn’t feel like he still had Gregory’s hand shoved up his ass and lowered himself fully into the tub to appreciate Gregory’s aftercare.
“You take such good care of me.” Landon wrapped his fingers around Gregory’s wrist and stilling his motions. His body was still pliable and soft from their play, but he needed to return the kindness. “Please, get in.”
Landon moved to the end of the tub and Gregory folded his legs into the water and sat facing him. Landon took the loofah from Gregory’s hand and added more soap, scrubbing gently across his hands and feet, pulling them out of the water and pressing tender kisses against the clean flesh as he went. He reached between Gregory’s legs and used his hands to wash the creases of his groin, his heavy cock and sac.
Gregory groaned and lifted his weight from the tub, giving Landon room to wash him thoroughly. He worked his way up Gregory’s chest, sliding in and straddling him, gliding the soapy loofah over his shoulders. He kissed Gregory’s cheeks and nose then his mouth, dropping the loofah into the water so he could hold Gregory with both hands.
“Thank you, Sir,” Landon muttered, dropping his forehead to Gregory’s shoulder.
“For?”
“Everything.” He looked Gregory square in the eye and felt the wetness from earlier returning. He blinked it back. “For not giving up on me. Now, or back then.”
“Oh,” Gregory laughed quietly. “I gave up on you a long time ago. But I knew if you ever came back, I’d try again. You’ve always been worth the risk.” Gregory put Landon’s hand against his heart and covered it with his own.
“I’d do it all over again to be here with you now, like this,” Gregory told him.
Another sentence that sounded like a promise.
“I was so stupid…” Landon didn’t know why he felt it was important to bring their past up again but running under all the comfort and contentment that pumped through his veins was a sharp and bitter undercurrent of regret.
“Stop,” Gregory shushed him. “You’re here now. You’re mine. It’s okay.”
“I’m yours.”
Gregory smiled and kissed him.
“Let’s get you into bed.”
Gregory stood and pulled Landon with him, wrapping his shoulders in a towel and drying him off, then leading him back into the bedroom. He tore the blankets from the bed and tossed them onto the floor.
“I haven’t made you sleep down there yet,” Gregory said, kicking the comforter out of the way.
“No, you haven’t,” Landon lamented, leaning into Gregory’s side.
“Should I?” Gregory spoke into Landon’s hair, his breath hot against his scalp.
Landon trembled at the idea of it.
“If it pleases you,” he sighed softly, “If you think I deserve it.”
“You know, most submissives hate being made to sleep on the floor,” Gregory said with a small laugh.
Landon knew that to be true. But being at Gregory’s feet wasn’t something he’d ever seen as a punishment of humiliation. It was an act of gratitude, a gift of service—it was the largest part of himself he could give. The best part. The most important part.
“You deserve it,” Gregory finally told him.
Landon dropped to his knees on the pile of discarded blankets and sheets. He looked up at Gregory and hoped his appreciation was evident.
“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered.
Gregory stepped over Landon and crawled into bed. Landon nestled into the blankets, bunching them up under his head. There were wet spots everywhere, undoubtedly leftover lube and sweat and cum. Even though he was freshly washed, he rubbed his skin against the dampness and moaned.
“Keep your dick down,” Gregory warned him.
“Sorry, Sir.” Landon wrapped the blankets over his side and stretched his legs.
