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Cameron’s skin was warm to Thomas’s lips as he kissed and slowly made his way toward his final destination. His hands stroked and caressed, and he smiled as Cameron’s solid and gently muscled body writhed beneath his fingertips. When he finally took the length of him into his mouth, Thomas moaned, satisfied as he closed his eyes.
With his lips, tongue and even the soft, playful graze of his teeth, Thomas took his time, reveling in the heft and hardness of Cameron. Pulling and teasing, inching his beautiful mate closer to the edge of his stubborn control.
Thomas could feel when Cameron was losing it. His breathing was increasingly strained and perceptible, and his hips began intuitively writhing and rocking in rhythm with Thomas’s efforts. Thomas dug his palms and fingertips into his skin, urging him to let go. To submit to the pleasure that Thomas was generously offering.
Thomas guided him to the precipice of ecstasy. He relaxed his jaw as his mate’s body hitched, trembled and then gave Thomas what he wanted. The taste of him was earthy and spicy-sweet as it clouded his senses. It was perfect, but instead of satisfying him, it made him greedy for more. For everything.
He lifted from Cameron’s body. As he stood, their glowing eyes met briefly before Thomas set his fingertips to the center of Cameron’s heaving chest and pushed him backward onto the bed. Cameron fell without resistance, his brown skin radiant and golden in the sunlight.
Thomas set one knee on the bed to straddle his body, leaned down and promptly bit into the curve of his neck. A gasp of pleasure erupted from Cameron as his hands flew up to grip Thomas’s waist. Thomas fed and pulled deeply, pouring his love and gratitude into Cameron. His sincere desire to stay with him always, and to please and care for him in return.
Cameron’s aura rushed from him like a joyous, aqua-tinged fire. It surrounded them, hot, glittery and stunning, and Cameron’s body effectively melted beneath Thomas’s frame.
Finally, Thomas’s nature within him curled up into a ball, satisfied and purring like a housecat. He lifted, licked the wound where he’d bitten Cameron, and his eyes burned out.
For fuck’s sake, he exhaled to himself, relieved. It had felt as if they’d burned all through the night, relentless. He shook his head and shoulders, invigorated as his hair fell messily over his forehead. He swept it back with one hand as he stayed leaning over Cameron. “Are you alright, my love? Speak to me.”
Cameron’s burning eyes opened lazily, as if he were waking from a dream. His hands had fallen to his sides and he was lying prostrate in the bed, his body like the most devout offering.
“Hi,” Thomas said, touching their foreheads.
“Hey…” Cameron breathed. He lifted his chin to softly connect with Thomas’s mouth. They kissed, and the longerthey nipped, pressed and teased, the more reignited Thomas’s ravenous nature became. He slipped a hand down between them, pulled the waist of his pajama pants down and freed his own arousal. Cautiously, while their mouths moved, he aligned his body with Cameron’s until the hot flesh of their mutual arousals touched.
The simple contact made Thomas’s conscious mind spin dizzily. Cameron inhaled a soft breath as Thomas’s hand skillfully adjusted to hold both of them within his palm.
“I need something slick,” Thomas whispered against his mouth, his heart rate climbing higher. “Do you have any?—”
A knock at the door. They froze.
“Lennon,” Cameron managed breathily, looking both exhausted and panicked.
“Right.” Thomas stood from the bed and righted himself in his pajama pants. He ran a hand through his hair again as he strode over to the door. Once there, he cracked it open, just a touch. “Good morning, Lennon.”
“Good—” The manservant stopped dead, blinking wildly. “Oh—oh my!”
Thomas smiled. “Yes, correct. Would you mind terribly if we had breakfast in bed today? You can leave the tray outside the door and I’ll fetch it when we’re ready.”
Lennon nodded, grinning and gathering his senses. “Yes, of course. I’ll knock to let you know when it’s arrived?”
“Good man. Thank you very much.” Thomas shifted to close the door, but hesitated. “And, could we also keep this between ourselves, for now? In-house, I mean. It would be nice for the two of us to adjust to this without any… added pressure from external forces.”Namely Rachelle, Thomas thought but didn’t say aloud. Cameron had complained on multiple occasions of his manservant conveying his private business to his sister.
Lennon bowed, humbled. “It will remain the business of this house until its masters decide otherwise. Congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you, Lennon.” Thomas closed the door and turned to see his mate sitting upright with the sheets covering his groin. Once the coast was clear, Cameron flopped onto his side in a groan, then scooted so that his feet were back on the bed.
Thomas stood there a moment, wholly adoring him. “Are you alright with breakfast in bed this morning?”
“Mm, that’s fine,” Cameron replied, his voice muffled. His face was half swallowed by the downy pillow. “I don’t think I could reasonably walk anywhere else at the moment.”
Grinning, delighted, Thomas strode back over to the bed. “How do you feel?” He sat down along the side, in front of Cameron’s long body. The sheets just barely covered his hips. If Thomas pinched and tugged the material, Cameron would be exposed yet again. He resisted the urge.
“Good. Incapacitated, but good.”
Thomas lifted his chin and laughed. “I shouldn’t worry, then?”
“You don’t need to…” Cameron eyed him for a beat, studying. “You’re very good at kissing too, Thomas. And other things.”
“And, perhaps,otherthings.”
