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They shared a very satisfied moan as the last pulse was spilled, and Brick’s thighs were shaking erratically from being held in this position and their earlier strain. He was utterly exhausted, well-fucked, and full of come.

He was definitely not going to be walking right tomorrow.

“Holy fuck.” Brick swallowed and tried to think of something else to say other than swear words. “Fuck.” Failing in that attempt, he lowered his legs and invited Jules back up for a kiss, hugging his neck tight.

Jules kissed him passionately, massaging Brick’s trembling thighs as they settled around his hips. “My baby boy. My good boy,” he murmured. “You were amazing.”

Brick grinned. “Yeah, I was, huh?”

Jules chuckled. “Uh-huh.”

“You were pretty awesome too, Daddy.” Brick shifted his hips as Jules’s cock softened and slid out, and he sighed contentedly. “Thank you. For all of this. For giving me what I wanted when I wanted it, for also not giving me what I wanted, and then giving me what I wanted again.”

“Hey. That’s what Daddies do.” Jules smooched Brick’s lips. “Daddies also clean up, so give me just a second, all right?”

“Uh-huh. I’ll be here, Daddy. The human pile of goo who got their brains fucked out.”

Jules chuckled wickedly as he got up, teasing, “Anytime you want, baby boy.”

“Good. Because we are so doing that again. But next time I’m using the damn vibrator on you.”

“Promises, promises, babe.”

Jules took the toys to the bathroom and then returned with a towel and washcloth to tidy up the mess. He was especially gentle when he washed between Brick’s legs, asking cautiously, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? You okay?”

“I’m definitely not gonna be running any marathons anytime soon, but I’m okay,” Brick promised. “Sore, but in the best possible ‘your dick pounded my hole like it owed him money’ kind of way.”

“Good.”

“What about you? Did we tear any of your stitches?”

“If we did, I don’t give a fuck.”

Jules finished tidying up, dipped downstairs to grab some drinks, and returned with a gleeful smile that probably had something to do with what had sounded like Junior yelling.

“Everything okay?” Brick asked hesitantly, accepting a glass of water from Jules.

Jules had brought rum for himself, and he took a big gulp before replying, “Yeah. Junior is just mad ’cause I came down naked.”

“He should consider himself lucky to see your fine ass naked,” Brick declared. He took a few sips of his water before retiring the glass to the bedside. He flopped onto his back and then stretched. “Mm, damn. Yeah, I am definitely gonna feel this tomorrow. That’s the kinda fuck you feel for days.”

“Oh yeah?” Jules polished off his rum. “I aim to please, you know.” He set his empty glass on the other bedside table and then got settled in bed beside Brick. “I’ll change the sheets out tomorrow. I gotta grab a shower too.”

“Ditto on the shower, but don’t worry about the sheets. I’ll get it.”

“Daddy says he’s gonna change the sheets, and you’re gonna like it.”

“Fine.” Brick was in too good of a mood to argue, and he smiled as he rolled over to snuggle against Jules’s side. “Just gotta keep spoiling me, right?”

“That’s the idea. If I treat you good enough, you won’t leave me.” Jules had said it as a joke, but there was something sad in his eyes.

Brick rubbed Jules’s chest. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? And you’re still staying here for a little while, right? Now that the, ahem, business is all taken care of?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna send the ledgers back with Junior and Erasmus. Just got one little meeting tomorrow to handle.” Jules laid his hand over Brick’s. “Then I’m startin’ my fuckin’ vacation.”

“Good. Because I am definitely not ready for you to leave.” Brick closed his eyes.

“Think you ever will be?” Jules asked softly.

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