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I didn’t need to worry about that right now, though. All I needed to worry about was getting my needs taken care of, and Cyrus even did that for me. When I couldn’t wait another second, he made me cum and then he came all over me, tempting me to ask if we could go for round two sometime tonight. I already knew the answer to that, though.

“You’re amazing,” I sighed, snuggling under the covers after Cyrus cleaned us up.

“Am I?” he smiled.

“The best.”

“Well, I’m not so sure about that, but I’ll take the compliment anyway.” He tucked the blankets around me before slipping into bed again himself, the mattress sinking as he settled in. “You’re staying for the rest of the night, aren’t you?”

“Of course.” I wasn’t about to make that mistake twice.

“Good. Tomorrow you can make us breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” I raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

Cyrus had closed his eyes and I could have sworn he was already snoring, but one eyelid popped back open and he stared directly at me. “It means whatever you want it to, my dear fellow,” he said wearily. “Now, get some rest. We both need it.”

12

CYRUS

Iturned over in bed, laying my arm over the lump of sheets next to me. Whatever time it was, my internal clock told me it was too early to be awake yet, so I allowed myself to drift back into sleep before a muffled groan made my eyes flicker open. The sheets moved and I quickly pulled my arm off of him and scooted away, now wide awake.

“Oh, Nico, I’m sorry,” I whispered gruffly.

Nico didn’t respond, and I realized that I hadn’t actually woken him up by nearly crushing him to death. With that disaster averted, I allowed myself to rest my arm gently over him again, pulling him in closer.

He was actually rather cute when he was sleeping, his hair falling in front of his gently closed eyes, his chest rising and falling softly with each breath, and his mouth closed so he couldn’t say anything obtuse. I never thought I would be with a human like him, always assuming I would be matched with someone a little closer to my size – a bigger gargoyle, maybe, or even a tall human, but not Nico, who looked like he would blow away in a heavy gust of wind.

After a few minutes of watching him, he began to stir again. He rubbed his eyes and looked back at me, smiling before turning around again to look at the clock hanging on the opposite wall.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, the smile disappearing, “I have to get ready for work.”

“No, Nico, wait.”

“What? It’s almost 9, Cyrus. I’m gonna be late if you don’t let me get up.”

His body was weak in this dozy state, so it was easy to keep him pinned to the bed. “It’s Saturday, my dear fellow. We have all morning to stay inside and enjoy each other’s company –unless you picked up a weekend shift as an excuse to get away from me.”

He relaxed, leaning back against my chest, laughing softly. “I would never do that, but I did forget it was Saturday.” With a sigh of relief, he put his hand on top of mine, rubbing in little circles around my knuckles. “Well, Cyrus, what do you propose we do with our morning?” His voice was still a little gravelly, but even now as he spoke, it smoothed into that honey-sweet tone I was growing to love so much.

“I can think of a few ideas.” I shifted, pressing my erection against him.

Nico immediately tensed again, though no longer with worry. “I think I’m ready for the next step,” he told me.

“Are you?” I ran my fingers through his hair. “I shall be the one to determine that.”

A few strands were clumped together with product left over from yesterday and I smoothed them out as I combed my fingers through them. It was difficult to manage when my hand covered the top of his head fully, each finger looking like a sausage compared to his more delicate features.

Nico didn’t move as long as I caressed his head. He didn’t speak either, which was a pleasant change of matters. I didn’t dislike listening to Nico talk, but between the two of us, there was rarely a moment of silence. Two chatty people did not mesh well together, even if that was one of the only things we had in common.

“You stay in bed and relax while I freshen up,” I said, slipping out from underneath his body weight.

“What are you going to do?’ Nico asked, whipping his head around to watch me. “I don’t want you to leave for too long.”

“I’m simply going to brush my teeth,” I replied. “You know how it is with that pesky orc breath.”

“I think you make too big of a deal about that. Did someone complain about it once or something?”

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