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The next time he woke, it was more abrupt when his alarm went off. He blindly reached for it, not wanting to wake from the dream of having Gareth wrapped around him. The alarm stopped before he touched it, and he blinked open one eye.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
“Is that going to be my usual morning wake-up now?”
Gareth smiled from his recline against the headboard. “Why not?”
“Hmm.” He rolled to his back. “How come you’re still awake?”
“I wasn’t going to go to sleep and miss seeing you. I’ll sleep when you have to leave.” Gareth leaned over him, pressing their mouths together. “Good morning, sweetheart. Why don’t you have a shower while I get some breakfast ready?”
“Deal.”
Gareth covered his body with his own. “Do you think I need to get you a little dirtier beforehand?”
Ben laughed. “I wouldn’t say no.”
Gareth reached for the bedside table and grabbed the key to the cage, making a production of unlocking him. Ben was in hysterics by the time Gareth freed him and couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so…loved. He paused and stared at his Daddy.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Gareth asked, rising above him until they were face to face.
Ben smiled. “Absolutely nothing.” He cupped Gareth’s cheeks and inhaled, hoping he wasn’t going to make a mistake. “I love you.”
There was a brief second of “oh, shit, he’s not going to say anything” before Gareth slammed their mouths together. This was a take no prisoners kiss, and Ben lost himself in the primal act. Their bodies clashed, their hands touching and gripping and holding wherever they could reach. Ben’s lips felt raw, but he wouldn’t change any part of the exchange. Their hips thrust a shaky rhythm, their cocks rubbing against each other, but neither of them letting go. Ben wanted Gareth to fuck him, but he was too far gone to ask. He wanted to remember every bit.
Ben’s lip pulled away from his mouth when Gareth tugged it between his teeth. He nipped at it and released it before untangling himself and bodily throwing Ben onto his stomach. Ben was too far gone to care about decorum and foreplay and rose to his knees, pushing his ass backwards, wanting Gareth’s cock inside him immediately. Gareth must’ve found some lube because when his shaft pressed against his entrance, it was slick. Ben bore down, needing Gareth to fill him, but he was too slow, and Ben slammed his hips back, sliding Gareth deep inside.
“Fucking hell, Ben! Did I hurt you?”
“No, now fuck me.”
Ben dragged himself forward, feeling the cock leave his ass, then pressed back again, hissing when his ass stretched to accommodate him once more.
“Shit,” Gareth muttered, gripping Ben’s hips in a bruising hold and letting himself go.
All Ben could do was brace himself on the bed while Gareth rammed and hammered Ben’s ass. It was everything Ben had ever needed. He dropped his chest to the bed, his arms unable to take his weight any longer. The change in position sent Gareth’s dick straight into Ben’s prostate, and without any further stimulation, he came in stomach-clenching waves. He may have lost consciousness at some point because he didn’t remember hearing Gareth come, but when his brain fired up, Gareth was lying on top of him, panting against his back.
“Fucking hell, Ben. You’re going to kill me.”
“Not if you fuck me to death first,” Ben muttered. “I definitely need a shower.”
Gareth laughed, causing a vibrating sensation through where they were joined. Ben’s cock gave a valiant attempt at rising but gave up when his energy crashed.
“This is one way to make sure I come home on time,” Ben quipped.
Gareth pulled free and slapped his ass cheeks. “I’ll remember that.” He smacked his other cheek. “Now get up.Wehave to shower.”
And didn’t that make him late for work for the first time ever?
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Chapter 23
Gareth
“No one will care that you’re a little later arriving,” Gareth said as he drove Ben towards Market Foods. “I bet most don’t even know what time you usually get in.”
It was probably the truth, but it didn’t stop Ben from worrying about it. After the meeting the previous day, he was highly aware of his actions and how they could be perceived. And pulling up outside the supermarket in Gareth’s car could appear weak to some, but that’s just what he was doing.
