The Luckiest Master by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-318-8
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-08-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

SAW STARTED supper the next evening and kept the fire going before settling into one of the big overstuffed chairs and playing Candy Crush on his phone. It was a silly addiction, but he found it relaxing. He could spend hours playing it on his iPad.

Master Day looked younger while he slept, not that he was old or anything, just… sleep brought a softness to his face. Saw had covered the dear man with a blanket, and had the kettle ready for his tea when he woke up. He had to admit to a deep satisfaction in having someone to take care of again. Officially. Something deep inside, some emptiness was being filled up.

Master Day shifted and grunted, head moving. He stilled, trying to judge what Master Day might need. Then his master’s eyes blinked open.

He put his phone down, then stood. “Good nap?”

Master Day’s gaze found him immediately, and his master’s face lit up with a smile. “Boy.”

“Yes, Master.” He headed over, checking the fire instinctively.

Master Day held open his arms, and he went right into them, pushing into his master’s warmth.

“You have clothes on, boy.”

“Yes, Master.” He’d been chilly.

“You should have stayed snuggled in front of the fire with me.” Master Day took a kiss.

“Mmm.” There was no need to argue. He needed to start supper.

Master Day kissed him again, tongue sliding along his lips. Saw opened up, begging more kisses, more connections. Master Day gave it to him, fingers sliding beneath his clothes, so warm, so sure.

“Mmm. You wake up hungry.” He could learn to appreciate that.

“I do. Starving in fact.” Master Day rubbed his spine.

“Yes, Master.” He pressed closer. This was his. His right.

Master Day tore at his clothing, pulling it off to bare his skin. Saw kept kissing and touching, adoring his master, loving on Master Day. Groaning, Master Day touched back now that he was naked again, fingers sliding like they were memorizing his form by touch.

“The very best silk,” murmured Master Day.

“I…. You make me ache deep inside.” He could learn to crave it.

“Good.” Master Day kissed him slowly, fingers stilling for the duration, like he was putting all his focus into it.

“And you know that I will never leave you aching… for too long.”

The words were low, exciting, and they made him feel alive, like electricity zipped through him.

Master Day smiled, and his fingers started up their explorations again. Each touch increased the ache and made the rest of the world fade away a little bit more. It fascinated him—he felt every inch of himself, the tautness of his nipples, the tug in his balls as his abs tightened. It was like he was seeing himself for the first time, though Master Day’s touches.

“Straddle me, boy, and bring me those sweet nips. I need a taste.”

He drew the blanket around them and slid to spread it over Master Day’s lean hips. Then he leaned in, moving slowly to bring his chest to Master Day’s parted lips. The soft puff of air across his nipple warned him of the imminent touch of tongue and lips.

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