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“I love seeing you let go,” said Mason.

He put his hand to his mouth and licked Zeb’s cum off, before taking his mouth in a searing kiss. Zeb was certain his dick was going to get hard again as his entire body pulsed with post-orgasm endorphins. Mason pulled away gently, with gentle pecks on Zeb’s lips and a smile.

“You get cleaned up, and I’ll dish dinner up.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

Zeb wriggled on Mason’s lap, feeling the hardness under him.

“You can take care of me later.”

“I want you to fuck me, Mason.”

Mason’s eyes darkened, and the look made Zeb’s hole tingle and his dick try to come back to life.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, Mason. I need you so badly.”

It looked like Mason was going to throw Zeb down on the bed and fuck him until he couldn’t walk. Mason would be the biggest he’d ever taken, but he could handle it. There was no way he would be a disappointment to him.

“Let’s have dinner, and then I’ll bring you back to bed.”

Zeb couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. They could eat afterwards, couldn’t they?

“There’s no need to pout, sweetheart. When I make you mine, you won’t get up from this bed for a while, so let’s get some food in you first.”

That was enough for Zeb’s dick to get hard again. Mason looked down and chuckled.

“He’ll have to wait as well. Have a shower. It’ll take me ten minutes to get everything ready.”

“Just let me stay like this for another two minutes,” he said, leaning into Mason’s touch.

Zeb would be happy to stay in Mason’s arms forever.

Once he’d showered and put some clothes on, as Mason said it was too much of a distraction without them, Zeb walked into the living area. The table was set with a candle, and the lights had been dimmed. It looked romantic. He’d never had anyone do something like this for him before. Mason was wearing clothes as well, because that was only fair.

The table was set perfectly, with dinner hidden under silver domes. There were some dishes in the center as well, also covered. Mason’s beard had grown a bit more in the last couple of days as he hadn’t trimmed it, which suited him. The situation felt intimate, and Zeb wasn’t sure how he was supposed to behave. As soon as he was within reaching distance of Mason, he pulled Zeb into a kiss. It didn’t last long, but his head was still spinning when Mason escorted him to the dining table and pulled his chair out. It seemed a bit over the top for it just being the two of them. Is this what it would be like to be Mason’s boyfriend? He wasn’t sure if he could fit into the “fine dining” clique. That’s why he was a behind-the-scenes man. The only times he’d ever eaten at Epicure were in one of the private rooms or in the kitchen with his colleagues, which is what he preferred.

“Voilà,” said Mason, as he removed the domes.

Zeb cracked up laughing. It was mac and cheese. Mason grinned at him before leaning forward and kissing him on the forehead. They took up the corner of the dining table, so they were sitting next to each other and could still touch, which Mason did immediately. His hand slid up Zeb’s thigh.

“Do you want me to eat this dinner or bend over the table?” he asked, unsure where his confidence had come from.

Mason leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Both! But eat your food first. Besides, the first time I’m inside you, I want to look into your eyes.”

Zeb gasped. Memories from when he was fourteen came flooding back. The thought of being that vulnerable with someone again, even if it was Mason, terrified him. Mason must have picked up on something, as he frowned.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said before putting a forkful of food into his mouth.

“Zeb.” His tone was firmer, but it didn’t intimidate him like it had with others. “What did I ask you for earlier?”

“To be honest.”