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His panting joined mine until there was no difference between the way we were both falling apart. “Oh, Jesus. I can’t hold on.” He shook his head once before letting his forehead drop. “I can’t…”

“Do it, angel.” I tilted my head back as my jaw dropped open, amazed when I felt my cock getting hard again. The friction of his torso against it must have caused a reaction that I was never expecting. There was no way I was going to get hard enough to come again so soon after I’d blown only minutes prior, especially when it was obvious Blue was so close. But I couldn’t deny that the knowledge that Icouldcome again if given enough time and effort was incredibly welcome. “Come for me. Comeinme.”

That was all it took—three tiny words for his movements to stall and for his body to tense up. He buried his head into my throat and pushed into me one last time before he howled into my neck, his hands scrabbling at my shoulders to keep me as close as possible while he came.

I gripped his ass as I felt his body flinch repeatedly, every little thrust accompanied by a moan that got quieter with each release of tension. Blue collapsed entirely onto me, his body weight welcome as he blanketed me. As his aftershocks trickled away to nothing, I slowly drew my hands up his back, lightly scratching with my dull fingernails.

He mumbled incoherently into my neck as he burrowed in further, a soft sigh emerging when I didn’t pull away. Instead, I pressed my lips to the top of his head, wincing slightly when his softening cock slipped out of my hole. If he wanted to snuggle for a few moments, I was more than okay with that.

When his breathing evened out, I gently eased him off me so I could get us cleaned up. He snuffled a little when I removed his condom, but thankfully he didn’t wake up. I dumped both condoms into the trash in the ensuite then grabbed a damp cloth to wipe us both down.

Once Blue was as clean as I could get him, I tidied up the bed, dumping the lube back into the bedside table and maneuvering him under the covers. Just like he’d done only a few short hours ago, he mumbled to himself before rolling over and snuggling into the duvet, drawing his knees up as he got comfortable.

I climbed into bed behind him and wound an arm around his torso, drawing him gently back into me. He let out an adorable sigh as he relaxed, his body unwinding from the tense ball he’d coiled himself into. His fingers gripped my arm, holding me even closer to him.

“Mm… My pocket bear…” he mumbled, before his breaths evened out again, getting deeper with every passing second.

Still trying to figure out why he called mepocket bear, I nuzzled into the base of his neck, gently kissing his back once before I matched my breathing with his and lost myself to dreamland.

Chapter Eight

Blue

Thesoundofamonstrous yowl made my eyes snap open and my entire body jolt.

“Gah! What the fucking fuck?!”

Just like last night when I’d woken the first time, it took me a moment to figure out that I wasn’t at my place but was actually still at Henry’s. This time, however, I’d been draped over the warm body of the quietly snoring man in question when I jerked awake and accidentally kneed him in the thigh.

“Ow…” Henry snuffled a little as he shifted underneath me, the hand not wrapped around my back rising to swipe over his still closed eyes as he let out a yawn.

“Oh, Jesus! Sorry!” I tried to scramble away, only to be stopped by Henry tightening his arm around me.

“It’s okay, angel.” The hand that had been rubbing at his eyes fell to the side and he blinked twice before turning his face to kiss me on the top of my head. “Was a reflex.”

Another yowl screamed through the door, the sound similar to nails being dragged on a chalkboard mixed with a death metal guitar solo, lilting until the noise became almost plaintive.

“Ah. Sir Cattus is up.” Henry huffed a quiet laugh, his body jostling mine from his stifled chuckles.

It was my turn to blink. “And here I was thinking it was the apocalypse descending.”

He snorted. “Pretty sure Sir Cattus would say it was. That was his morningwake up, my lazy servant, and feed me my duewail.”

“Oh,” I said as I frowned at the door that Henry’s cat was now scratching at. “Do we need to…?” I planted my hands on the mattress next to his torso and started lifting myself off him.

“Nope. He has plenty of access to his food. I built him an automated food and water dispenser that gives him what he needs. He just prefers me to stand there and watch him eat. He’ll give up soon enough.”

I relaxed back on to him, my chin resting on his pec while I played with his chest hair. “What do you mean? Youactuallybuilt him an automatic dispenser?” I wasn’t sure why this thought seemed so surprising to me considering he was building a glitter bomb out of a lunchbox, but it was early, and my brain hadn’t fully woken up yet. Apparently, I needed coffee before I could stop myself from asking questions that had obvious answers.

A warm flush spread over his cheeks as he averted his eyes from mine. “I didn’t want him to starve if I found myself working late.”

Smiling softly, I tapped him on the chest. “You know, you can buy those dispenser thingies now. You didn’t have to build one for him.”

He shrugged, his blush still burning brightly. “I looked at a few, but none of them looked like they’d last longer than a year. I wanted something sturdier.”

“Pretty sure that they purposely design things to break, so we’ll keep going back to buy more and keep them in business.” I snuffled into his chest before giving his pec a quick nibble. “Good on you for sticking it to the man.”

He laughed, his sturdy body shaking under me and making me grin. “I can honestly say that wasn’t what I was thinking of when I built it.”

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