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Colton snorted. “No shit.”
Chapter Eleven
The next Friday evening, Rom returned to the apartment and headed upstairs. “One little bro safely delivered to Auntie Ina—ohhhh,my.”
Colton stood in the kitchen, cooking at the stove and dressed in nothing but his leather cuffs and collar, and an apron.
Which left his shapely, gorgeous ass exposed.
He cast a smile over his shoulder. “Like what you see, Master?”
“Mmmhmm!” Since Rom didn’t get to seethatsight as often as he liked anymore, hedefinitelyliked it.
Rom locked the apartment door behind him and started stripping as he walked, naked by the time he reached Colton. Rom stepped in behind him and wrapped his arms around him. “I see a little piece of Heaven right here in our kitchen.” He nibbled the side of Colton’s neck. “And it looks absolutely scrumptious.”
“You know,” Colton said, “maybe this works out really well. He can spend time on the weekends with Chad and Ina and the kids. That gives us all what we need. We can have weekend nakey time here or at Kent’s, and Clay gets healthy family social time.”
“You said it.” Rom pressed his face against Colton’s back and tightened his embrace. “We still need to re-do our budget.”
“Master?”
“Our vacation will, obviously, not happen like we’d planned. But more important, we need to start working on a college fund. We’ve only got five or six years. If he decides not to go, then we get our vacation. We’re not going to dip into our retirement savings. Like you said Grammy said, better to be comfortable later.”
“True.” Colton patted Rom’s hands. “Let me finish with these, and then you can ravish me.”
Rom stepped back to lean against the counter and watch him. He was cooking pork chops for dinner, and the delicious aroma filled the kitchen.
Colton really did have a perfect ass, gorgeous thighs. Sometimes it made Rom feel a little inadequate in comparison, his skinnier body, but he knew he didn’t have the desire or discipline to hit the gym.
And there was the whole he was seriously worried he’d punch a guy if he saw them hitting on Colton problem.
Yeah. Assault…baaaad.
“Christmas should be interesting this year,” Colton said.
“Hmm? Why?”
Colton smiled. “Well, Grammy and I used to host it. After she died, I went over to Aunt Roberta’s. Now I have Ina and Chad’s, and we’ll still have to fit Aunt Roberta in, too. I might actually feel like putting up a tree this year.”
“Oh, we’reabsolutelyputting up a tree,” Rom told him. “We can’t let Clay not have a tree. In fact, maybe we should host Christmas here. We can always move the dinner downstairs to the classroom to have enough room.” He smiled. “I think Halloween will be a hoot, too.”
Colton finished cooking the pork chops and got them plated. They snuggled on the couch to eat in front of the TV and Rom felt a familiar peace settle over him. “This is the life,” he said.
There would definitely be play and sex tonight, but with rope and bare-handed spanking, not implements. He was saving that for tomorrow night when he could really cut loose at Kent’s.
While Colton did the dishes, Rom prepared his rope and set up the bedroom. After the previous week’s interruptions, Rom wasn’t sure he wanted to play in the living room and risk someone walking in on them. Clay had his own key now, and while he shouldn’t need to come home this weekend, if he forgot something, Rom knew Ina would bring him over to get it.
Once Colton joined him in the bedroom, Rom pulled him in for a long, soul-sucking kiss that had both their cocks hard and dripping by the time Rom released him.
“Bed,now,” Rom ordered. “Sit on the edge.”
Colton got into position and Rom quickly started tying him in the chest harness he’d learned to tie in rope classes with Scrye and June over at Venture. With Colton’s arms secured behind his back, it left him helpless and quickly dropped him into subspace.
His sweet, predictable boy.
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Colton’s cock throbbed as Rom tied him. When the chest harness portion was finished, Rom had him stand and crawl up on the bed, on his knees, shoulders on the bed, over a large beach towel he’d put down.
