Page 37 of Roll With The Punches
“Thank you, boy,” Brandon told him.
“A-are you okay?”
He grinned. “I am, but I know two slaves I need to get home so I can fuck into a blissful sleep tonight.”
Stuart grinned, still subspacey. “Yes, Sir!”
* * * *
Stuart watched as Brandon got the bench cleaned off and put their equipment away. Then he grabbed a couple of fleece throws from the rack and they took up a corner on the MMA mats in the new section. They weren’t currently in use, and it allowed them to cuddle in their own puppy pile to relax.
Brandon sat with his back against the wall while Jeff and Stuart each lay with their heads in his lap, curled around Brandon’s legs and each other, their fingers laced with his.
“Are we good, boys?”
Stuart stared up at him, Brandon’s blue eyes looking even darker tonight in that light. “We’re great, Master.”
Jeff turned his head so he could kiss Stuart. “I think we have a subpacey boy, Master.”
“I think you’re right.”
Stuart wouldn’t disagree. “Life is perfect,” he said, closing his eyes and deeply inhaling Brandon’s scent. Their clothes soap, and Brandon’s body wash.
Him.
Perfectly him.
This was perfection.
Theywere perfection.
