Stephen - Sean Michael Page 0,22

to accommodate him.

“God, yes. Perfect. It’s a good, good ache.”

He beamed at Stephen. “Daddy did you well.”

Arousal flared in those mismatched eyes. “You did.”

“We need to eat.” He was reminding himself more than Stephen, because he was very close to ignoring his stomach and simply responding to that arousal.

“Should I warm some of the Chinese food up?”

“I think that’s an excellent idea. We should make a detour to my bedroom—I have some robes for us.” And then he would show Stephen where everything in the kitchen was.

“Yes, Sir.” Stephen stole a hard, happy kiss.

He grabbed hold of Stephen’s tongue and sucked on it for a moment before making himself pull back and stand. He offered Stephen a hand, unashamed of his hardening prick.

Stephen took his hand, stood, and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“It is always my pleasure.” He brought Stephen’s hand to his mouth and kissed it. Then he led the way up to the second floor that he knew was pure indulgence in an apartment building, but he owned it, so indulgence was the name of the game. His bedroom was large with a huge bed and a huge bathroom. He went to the closet and pulled down two robes, one was his usual—thick and fluffy. It only went to his knees and would fit Stephen with the arms rolled up a little. The other wasn’t quite as nice but longer, and he put that one on before holding the fluffy one open for his boy.

“Oh, thank you.” Stephen slipped on the robe and hummed, snuggling into the fluffy goodness.

He purred. There was something very sexy and satisfying in a deep way about seeing his boy in his clothing. “You look delicious.”

“It’s lovely. So cozy.” Stephen kissed his jaw, his throat.

“It’s yours.” As was anything his boy wanted.

“Oh, you’re too good to me. Seriously.”

“Daddy takes care of his boy.” It felt so good being able to say that, to mean it from the bottom of his heart.

“You don’t have to, but…thank you.”

“But I want to. It’s… my joy.” He wrapped his arms around Stephen and held him close.

One soft kiss became two, Stephen loving on him, adoring him.

It was only the fact that Stephen’s stomach growled loudly, followed a moment later by his own belly noises that caused Champ to pull away from the kisses. “You, my little love, are a distraction and an addiction and it will be so hard to keep from simply losing myself in you.”

“An addiction, huh? That’s not so bad…”

“No, it’s not a bad thing at all.” He took Stephen’s hand again. “Let’s get that food though. So that we have the energy to indulge that addiction.”

“Yes, Sir. Should I warm everything up?”

“No, I don’t think we’ll get to it all. How about we just do the chicken with the noodles. If we’re still hungry when that’s done and we haven’t jumped each other’s bones yet, we can warm something else up.” He just didn’t see the point of warming it all up only to have to put half of it back into the refrigerator. “I think everything’s easy to find, but if you want something and can’t find it, let me know.” A kitchen was a kitchen, right?

“Yes, Sir. No worries at all.” Stephen headed for the kitchen, whistling lightly.

He trailed his boy, enjoying the way the graceful lines played hide and seek beneath his robe, giving him a hint of ass and of the slender body. Stephen moved so easily, like he was meant to be there, like he was happy to serve.

And that glow… it had never faded since the first time he’d seen Stephen. It said this boy was his.

He sat at the island, watching his clever boy find the food, the plates, the microwave. Stephen put the entire dish on just one plate, which was perfect as they would share.

Stephen put it in the microwave before putting together a couple of the sauces in little bowls.

“You enjoy serving, don’t you?” Such a lovely trait in a boy.

“I like to be busy, happy. I like things to be nice and peaceful.”

“But not in bed.” No, his boy was a wildcat in bed.

Stephen looked over at him and blushed dark. “No, Sir. Not in bed.”

He grinned at his boy. “I like the contrast. The serene boy on the surface, the wild beast in bed.”

Stephen grinned and ducked his head. “You call the beast out of me.”

“Oh, that’s appropriate.” He liked that thought a lot. He purred in appreciation, wanting nothing more