Ian was floating in the pleasure.
And that was how you thoroughly fucked your property.
With tenderness, Gryphen cupped his bottom, and lovingly tried to sooth it.
“Are you good, Baby?” he asked.
Ian began laughing.
“Fuck no. I’m a pervert. I don’t know how, but you topped last night.”
Gryphen grinned.
“Did I go too far?” he asked, knowing the man would know exactly what he meant.
Ian ran his fingers through Gryphen’s chest hair and sighed in contentment.
“No. You had every right to punish me. I broke the rules. I earned that fucking, and being embarrassed.”
God.
The man really was his.
“And it didn’t bother you at all?” he asked. “Because there’s a line, and I’m still learning. I just went with what riled me up, and anyone seeing you in bed with me gets me all stirred up.”
Ian reassured him.
“He couldn’t see anything. Well, he saw your spectacular dick, as you jerked off on my face. We’ll talk about that later when I can think. I think I’m dead. I think you fucked me to death.”
He grinned.
“Well, I can see the artery in your neck thumping, so I’m pretty sure you’re alive.”
Ian was calming down.
“Can I let the cum out of my ass now?” he asked.
Gryphen kissed his ear.
“No. Mr. Patterson. I like you full of my cum, but I will say that I won’t punish you if any gets out while you sleep. I might take your ass again though since I’m still horny. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
He rolled over and placed his head on his shoulder to nuzzle closer to him. His ass was out, and he had his leg over Gryphen’s hip.
Ian shivered.
“Cold, Baby?” he asked.
“A little. Don’t move though,” he said. “I’m comfortable.”
Yeah, so was he.
One of the best parts of sex with Gryphen was the talking they’d always do after the fact. It was nice to cuddle and spend those moments connecting.
“Are you happy with the tattoo?” Ian asked, pretty sure he was.
He just laughed.
“Absolutely. That’s what made me all wild. I’m still turned on over it. I’m just giving you a break. I like having Ian back for a little while too.”