“Proud enough to feed me? I’m getting hungry.”
“Bossy sub. Come on. We need a plate.”
Curtis got the plate while Andrew switched off the oven and pulled the griddle with a dozen little flaky pastry squares out. They were a perfect golden brown, filling the air with the scent of butter, cheese, fresh tomatoes, and olive oil. Andrew used a spatula Curtis didn’t even know he owned to transfer the food onto the plate. Then he gathered the plate together with a knife and fork, as well as two glasses. “Can you bring some water?”
Curtis filled a glass jug with water and some lemon slices he always had in the fridge because lemon went well with many different teas before he followed his Dom into the dining room. The light breeze around his nether regions reminded him that he was still completely naked with cum drying on his chest and belly. Curtis found he didn’t care. It was all proof of the amazing sex he’d had.
Andrew sat down at the table and placed the food there. Curtis filled the two glasses with water. After he put the jug down, Andrew grabbed him around the waist to pull him onto his lap. It felt good to be sitting on strong, cloth-clad thighs, snuggling his naked torso against Andrew’s broad chest beneath his shirt. Curtis had always liked the sense of vulnerability he got from being naked while his Dom wore clothes. He also found he loved the fact that Andrew was inclined to keep the scene going on a lighter level even though it was officially over. It showed how much he had enjoyed the scene himself and how much he cared about Curtis’s well-being, something Jasper had never really bothered with. Once a scene had been done, his ex had administered the aftercare somewhat grudgingly, as if it were a chore, not a pleasant conclusion of time spent happily together.
Curtis shook his head. He didn’t want to think about Jasper or the mistakes he had made in the past. He wanted to concentrate on the bite of steaming flaky pastry with a bit of tomato and crumbs of feta cheese hovering in front of his mouth.
“Careful, boy. It’s still hot.”
“I can see that, Master. It smells great.”
“Thank you. Now try.” The fork came closer to his mouth.
Curtis chuckled but opened up obediently. The taste was even better than the smell, rich and fruity with a hint of heaviness from the cheese. He moaned appreciatively, which seemed to inspire Andrew’s cock, because it started rising under him, poking him through the fabric of his trousers. Curtis wiggled a bit, just to feel that wonderful shaft hardening even more.
“Curtis!” Andrew dropped the fork to grab Curtis’s hips.
“Yes, Andrew?”
“If you keep that up, we’re not going to eat. I thought you were hungry.”
Curtis grinned. He had almost forgotten how it felt to be desired, to have this kind of power over another man. It was heady and wonderful, gave him the feeling of being fully alive again. He stopped wiggling, took the fork, and scooped up another bite of flaky tastiness, offering it to his struggling Dom. Andrew grinned happily before he opened his mouth. Now the tables were turned. Curtis felt his cock rising at the sound of his Dom’s moan.
“What do you think, can we drive each other crazy before the food is gone?” Andrew licked his lips.
Curtis eyed the remaining squares. “You better get another condom.”
WITH Acontent smile, Andrew looked down on his sleeping sub. They were snuggled up in Curtis’s bedroom after the longest and most erotic dinner Andrew had ever had. Who would have thought feeding his boy while being buried balls-deep in his ass could be so hot? Afterward they had taken a shower in Curtis’s huge bathroom that even had a Jacuzzi bathtub. Andrew found he liked the amenities money could buy. Having the space to suck his boy off under the shower was not to be sneezed upon and despite his earlier reservations, Andrew could see himself spending lots of time at Curtis’s home. For reasons he didn’t completely understand yet, Andrew no longer felt intimidated by Curtis’s wealth. Perhaps it was because of the way his lover didn’t make a big deal out of it. Or because Curtis was the least pretentious person he knew. While his boy had suffered so beautifully for him, it hadn’t escaped Andrew’s attention that all the tools in the kitchen were not simply the most expensive to show off, but from brands known for the longevity of their products. Yes, Curtis obviously spent more money on his home than Andrew would probably ever earn, but it wasn’t for show. It was to create something lasting, a sentiment he could fully understand.
Now his sub, hisboyfriend, was snoring lightly in his arms, which gave Andrew a feeling of contentment. The moon shone through a gap in the curtains, fell on the huge painting across from the bed. His first time in Curtis’s home, Andrew had only gotten a glimpse of it. He already knew this was a gift from Collin, and he had to admit it was beyond gorgeous. The weak moonlight obscured many of the details but highlighted the raven soaring toward the sun. Andrew had never been that much into art, though he could appreciate not only the beauty but also the message in this picture. Darkness and light were simply contrasts, there to enhance each other’s beauty, not to diminish the other. Andrew found it oddly fitting to his own situation, in bed with the first man he seriously considered a long-term relationship with and who also happened to represent everything his parents had always resented and warned him about.
Andrew pulled Curtis a little closer, pressed a kiss on his temple, and then closed his eyes. Only a fool would reject a gift like the man in his arms, and Andrew was no fool.
Chapter 17
THE NEXTmorning came too early for Curtis’s taste. The sun had just started to cast a weak light on the world when the alarm went off and Andrew got up. He pressed a kiss on Curtis’s mouth.
“It’s fine, baby. You just close your eyes and sleep. I’ll call you later.”
Curtis struggled to open his eyes fully. “You stayed the night. I can get up with you.” He grabbed Andrew’s hand, and Andrew helped him into an upright position. “Just give me a minute.”
Andrew chuckled. “Curtis, you really don’t have to. You’re clearly not made for this time of day. Just go back to sleep. I won’t hold it against you.”
“Keep that thought in mind, because I surely won’t make a habit of it, but this is our first morning together, emphasis onmorning, and I refuse to stay in bed while you get ready for your day. I’m going to make some tea. Or do you prefer coffee?”
“Tea is fine, boy. And I appreciate it. I can see you’re not a morning person.”
Curtis huffed. “Mornings are hell. In boarding school we had to get up at five for early exercise. Without breakfast, of course, to build character and stamina.”
“Don’t worry, darling. The only early morning exercise you’ll ever get with me is of the carnal variety. And there will always be breakfast, I promise.”
Curtis moaned. “If I hadn’t fallen for you already, this would have made me. You’re perfect.”
Curtis felt Andrew stilling above him and cursed himself inwardly. It was way too early to talk about falling in love. One hot night of great sex did not make a relationship. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Andrew beat him to it.
