The hand on his chest slid lower, over his ribs, his abs. “I could.”
Before Tate could reach his prize, Donovan snatched his wrist, holding it firmly so his dick was out of the man’s reach.
“That’s not fair, sweetie. You said I’d only be punished if Iwasn’tin your bed this mornin’.”
“No, I said I’d paddle your ass if you weren’t. I didn’t promise not to punish you for other things.”
Tate chuckled when Donovan rolled toward him. “Like what?”
“Like makin’ my dick so fuckin’ hard,” Donovan rasped against his neck. “And makin’ me dream about doin’ filthy things to you.”
“You dreamed about me?”
Donovan didn’t answer, simply began kissing his way down Tate’s chest, then along the line that bisected his abs. He loved this body. How tight it was, how small it was. There were so many ways he wanted to defile this man.
Tate gasped when Donovan let the stubble on his chin lightly rub the head of his cock.
Another gasp sounded when he licked it.
“Let’s see how limber you are,” he said as he bent Tate’s knee toward his chest and propped his shoulder under his thigh to keep him in that position.
Donovan was within sucking range of Tate’s cock. And with him spread wide, he had plenty of access to the man’s hole.
“This is what happens when you do what you’re told and stay in bed,” Donovan told him before leaning in and sucking Tate’s cock between his lips.
He teased him for a second before lubing his finger with saliva and dragging it along Tate’s taint to the puckered hole he’d obliterated last night.
“Ah,” Tate sighed when Donovan pushed his finger slowly into his ass while he continued to suck and lick his cock.
“Hurt?”
“No.”
Donovan wasn’t sure he believed him, but he took his time, bringing Tate to the edge several times before giving him that final push that had him coming down Donovan’s throat while his asshole spasmed around his finger.
As Tate drew air into his lungs, a happy grin on his face, Donovan moved over him. He found his mouth, kissing him slow and deep, letting him taste the lingering hint of cum on his tongue.
“Is that enough incentive to keep you where I want you?” he asked when he settled beside him, allowing Tate to drape his arm over his chest and his thigh over his leg.
“Yes.”
Donovan trailed his fingers over Tate’s back, along his spine, down to the crack of his ass.
“I want you to move in with me, Tate.”
He felt the younger man’s body tense.
“Too fast?” he asked, tipping his head toward Tate’s.
“A little.”
Donovan understood that. In fact, he’d expected Tate to say as much. The thing was, he didn’t care how fast it was. He was ready to settle down and he knew Tate was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
“No worries.” He kissed Tate’s forehead. “I’ll ask you again tonight.”
Tate laughed.
“If you say no, then I’ll ask you tomorrow. And the next day. When you’re ready, I’m ready, Tate. That won’t change.”
