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Fucking perfect.

Humming, Malcolm swallowed and licked his lips, trying to find every drop he could. He opened his eyes slowly, giving Bull’s sensitive sack one last caress before dropping his arm back to the bed. Bull lay down next to Malcolm once he could feel his limbs again and licked across the streaks still remaining, using his own tongue to feed the rest to Malcolm, sharing deep, messy kisses in between.

Once Malcolm was clean, they kept kissing, their movements turning languid and sweet, fingers gently touching each other’s cooling skin. When Malcolm’s lips started to slow, his hand having settled and stayed on Bull’s hip for several minutes, Bull lay on his back and pulled his boy over him, settling them into their preferred sleeping positions.

“I should go take the plug out,” Malcolm said, the words thick and slow, his body completely relaxing against Bull’s.

“I’ll do it,” Bull assured him and carded his fingers through his soft hair. “Later. You can go to sleep, baby.”

Malcolm hummed in acknowledgment. “Thank you for being patient with me.”

A ball of emotions settled in Bull’s throat, and he had to clear them away before he could respond, his fingers flexing. “I’m the one who should be thankful, and I am.”

“Why?” Malcolm asked, voice still quiet but a little clearer.

“In the past, not everyone has had… the willingness to take my cock,” Bull admitted, old insecurities washing over him. “If you ever decide you don’t want to go that far, we can?—”

“Shut up.”

His teeth clamped together.

Malcolm shifted his head so he could prop his chin on Bull’s pec and squint at him in the dim bedroom.

“You’re worth the little bit of extra work,” Malcolm said fiercely, then shrugged and made a face, before settling back against him. “Maybe if I’d done this before, I wouldn’t be so nervous, and we wouldn’t need as much preparation.”

Bull hiked him up his body, so Malcolm’s face tucked into his neck and grabbed one of his ass cheeks, fingers sinking into his cleft and brushing against the end of the plug. “It might make me a caveman, but I’m glad I’m your first, Malcolm.”

Malcolm kissed the thin skin of his throat, causing Bull to shiver at the delicate touch.

“Me too, Daddy.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Malcolm ran his fingers through Blanche’s soft fur, the kitten curled on his chest as he lay on the living room floor. Dorothy and Rose scampered about, but their sweet little boy preferred cuddling over chasing toys or wrestling with his sisters. Sophia lounged on the couch, like the queen she was, finally tolerating Malcolm’s presence enough to be in the same room as him after three weeks of being at Bull’s every day.

She still didn’t let him pet her though.

Jerk.

“Hey, did you hear about Raul and Butch?” Malcolm called to the kitchen, where Bull was rummaging for dinner.

“What about them?”

He wondered how long it would take Bull to realize the fridge was empty and the cupboards had dwindled to not much more than cat treats and crackers. They would have to finally go grocery shopping or order in.

“Apparently, they’re in some sort of fight,” he said, snickering when he could feel Bull’s heavy footsteps moving toward him through the floor. He claimed not to like to gossip about their coworkers, but he never stopped Malcolm from sharing things he’d learned.

“Did you say they’re in a fight?” Bull asked at his feet, a frown marring his stupidly handsome face.

“That’s what I heard. Apparently, they both slept with the same woman, and now they’re not speaking to each other.”

The furrow between Bull’s brows deepened, his arms crossing over his chest. “Together or separately?”

It was Malcolm’s turn to frown. “What do you mean?”

“Did they sleep with her together or separately?”

Surprise shot through him, and he started to sit up, but Blanche blinked his eyes open and sank his tiny claws into his chest, reminding him of his place as cat pillow.

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