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“Yours, Sir.”
The drive back to Ethan’s apartment was enveloped in a quiet that was both comfortable and charged with the energy of their shared night. The confined space of Ethan's car wrapped them in an intimate cocoon, isolating them from the outside world. The engine purred, and the windshield wipers swiped against the gentle drizzle. Driving home with Hunter beside him was as mundane as it was out of the extraordinary.
He never took a sub home with him, never even considered it, but with Hunter, it felt like second nature.
As they approached Ethan’s apartment complex, the stark, modern lines of the building cut through the night like a sentinel. It was a fortress in the urban sprawl, equipped with the latest security measures—keypad entries that required passcodes, surveillance cameras that monitored every corner, and a twenty-four-hour concierge whose eyes missed nothing. This place was Ethan’s haven, designed to shield him from the unpredictability of the world outside. The rent was exorbitant, but Ethan didn’t require much, and he allowed himself this indulgence.
In the quiet, well-lit parking garage, the soft beep of the car locking underscored the transition from the untamed energy of their night to the controlled calm of his personal sanctuary.
Inside his apartment, Ethan watched Hunter take in the minimalist decor and carefully organized spaces. He wondered what Hunter made of his meticulously controlled environment, whether it felt like a sanctuary or a cage to him.
“Do you want something to eat or drink?” Ethan broke the silence.
“No, thank you, Sir,” Hunter replied, the resonance of their scene still coloring his tone.
“Ethan is fine.”
Hunter blinked.
“You don’t need to observe protocol all the time, I’m not a twenty-four-seven Master.”
“All right.” A smile broke free on Hunter’s gorgeous face. “Ethan.” He stepped closer and interlinked their fingers. “To be honest, I’m dead tired.”
Ethan nodded, as the fatigue of the night's emotions settled over him. “Let’s go to bed. We both need sleep.” His voice carried an unspoken promise that sleep was just one of the many needs they would tend to together.
On the way to his bedroom, the invisible thread connecting them pulled taut and drew them irresistibly together.
In the sanctuary of his bedroom, the walls they had built around themselves began to crumble, replaced by the intimacy between them. More than the sexual release, Ethan craved the human connection with this strong man, who was resilient enough to allow himself to be led without losing his inner strength.
Before he let himself drift off to sleep, spooning Hunter from behind, Ethan admitted to himself, he might just be falling for this incredible man.
Chapter 12
Hunter's eyes fluttered open, his slow-waking mind drawnto the warmth of Ethan'sbody pressed against his. Morning light filtered through the blinds andcastsoft patterns across the bed.Witha contented sigh, Hunter snuggled closer to themuscularmale body behind him. The quiet ofdawn wrappedaround them like a gentle embrace. As he shifted,Hunter became aware ofthe pleasant ache in his muscles from last night's adventures.
Ethan stirred against him, and a deliciousmorningwood pressedagainst his lower back.
"Morning." Ethan's voice was roughened by sleep andalmost anoctavelower than usual.
Hunter found it damn sexy. He pressed his buttagainst the detective Dom's strong upper legs and wiggled. "Good morning to you too, Sir. It seems like you're happy to see me."
A ruthless hand clamped around his hip andhinderedhis movement. "Are you in a bratty mood this morning?" Ethan bit down on the muscle between Hunter's shoulder and neck, sending a delicioustremorthrough Hunter's body.
Hunterdidn't bother to holdback his moan. "Mhmm, maybe I am." Gripping Ethan'shand that was still curledaround his hip, Hunter moved it until the palm rested against his own erection.
Ethan didn't miss a beat and squeezed Hunter's dick. "It would be a shame to waste this, hmm?”
Ethan's weight disappeared. Hunter shivered when cool airdraftedover his back. The sound of a nightstand opening and closingprecededthe return of Ethan'sbody heat.
"I want you to stroke your dick while I prepare your asshole." Ethan handed Hunter a soft furry glove. "Put this on first, but I want you to use yournon-dominanthand."
After slipping on the glove over his left hand, Hunter worked the soft material up and down his length. Calloused fingers gripped his buttocks and pulled them apart, exposing his vulnerable asshole.
Cold liquid drizzled down his crack, and Hunter squeezed his muscles involuntarily. Itearned him a swat on his ass. "Let me in, boy."
Goosebumps erupted over his entire body.Hunter loved it when the Dom calledhim a boy.Ethan's skilled fingers massaged the slick lubricant into Hunter's tight opening, easing the way for what was to come. His body trembled with anticipation as Ethan's touch sent waves of pleasure through him.
Behind him, Ethan chuckled. "I think someone likes my fingers in his ass." He pumped in and out, coaxing Hunter into a state of heightened arousal. His breathhitchedas Ethan's fingers continued their expert exploration. Every touch, every stroke, sent electric currents of pleasure through his body, building a delicious tension that begged to be released.
